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	This is the tale of a lost little squirrel, in the dark, wicked woodland beyond the warmth and safety of his quiet village. Trolls, witches, forests and caves stretch before him, on his long, treacherous path home. I can only hope that all the monsters, goblins and elfish things from what he thought were merely childhood fairytales don't follow him back… for who knows what horrible mischievous things they could stir up in this innocent little hamlet… full of plump, tender young children… But first, young Timothy finds himself lost and hunted by a big, bad ol’ wolf… or worse!
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A Tail From
The Legend Of Castle Mayhem
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Timothy

1
~Wolves Of The Woods~

	Always one to be overly cautious, Timothy knew he shouldn't have gone into the woods so close to nightfall. He told himself he shouldn't have taken on that dare, and wished he'd just ran home as soon as his friends had suggested going into the woods in the first place. The place was dangerous, and scary, at the best of times, even when accompanied by grown-ups during the day, although even then no one ever went very far in to collect herbs and things. And it was quicker to cut across the sinister forest to get to the other villages, than circling around the edge. But none of the other cubs were going to let anyone call them scared, and they had all gone in, at least part of the way, with Timmy following dutifully along, as usual, against his better judgement.

	Eventually they had all started to chicken out after the sun started to go down and the light continued to fade, but the resolute little red squirrel called them cowards and taunted them as they ran off, just like they had done to him so many times before, and kept going with a smug sense of satisfaction. After all, there was still plenty of light to see by and there wasn’t really anything scary about a bunch of old trees, and he was determined to see they never teased him about being the most scared ever again. It took him a few moments to realise he was the only one left who hadn’t turned back yet.

	The thought had emboldened him as the woods got deeper and darker, his sense of curiosity getting the better of him, and he kept telling himself he wasn't scared, more and more convincingly the further he went. Eventually he found himself deeper than he'd ever been before in daylight, under the protection of grown-ups, and nothing looked at all familiar to the little squirrel. As the light began to dwindle altogether, it began to dawn on him just how alone he was, everything began to look a lot more sinister than it had moments before, and his confidence began to fade.

	Shadows lengthened and grew to engulf everything around the small squirrel, as he cautiously stepped forward, looking around frantically at all the scary and unfamiliar shapes that loomed up out of the encroaching darkness. He began to panic, unsure of which way to go as the night crept through the knotted and twisted trees, rustling in the cool air as a light breeze sprung up, making them sway threateningly against the slowly churning clouds in the darkening sky, their gnarled branches almost reaching out to grab him.

	Every shadow and rustle of leaves was making him jumpy. If his friends had still been there, he would have denied being the least bit scared, of course, but now the little squirrel spun around, panicked at the sudden realisation that he was not only all alone, but terribly lost in a dark, scary forest at nightfall! A forest that he had heard tons of ghastly stories about from older children, and grown-ups... especially about the unfortunate fate of many an unwary child.

	Then, fears starting to overwhelm his faint heart, he was about to bolt, unwisely, in terror and end up even more lost than he already was, when he'd heard the twig snap nearby, and spun in the direction of the sound, heart fluttering. He saw the crouched shape in the bushes, trying to conceal itself, and thought, as he struggled to make it out, that it looked suspiciously like one of the larger boys from the village, who was a real nasty prankster. 

	A sneaking suspicion began to arise, and he glanced around looking for any sign of the others, expecting to find that maybe his friends had not run off at all, and instead followed him all this way, just to scare him out of his wits, thinking it would be funny, because Timmy was always so easy to frighten. The thought briefly chased away his fears, and replaced them with an angry indignation.

	He couldn't see any of the others, of course, but he casually turned his gaze back to the quivering shape hiding in the bushes, and stepped cautiously forward as his anger dissipated, still not entirely convinced it was his friend, but not frightened enough to run away and have them tease him about it, not if there was the slightest chance they were just playing another cruel prank on him.

	He called aloud to the small clearing.

	"Okay j... Joke's over guys! I c... can see you hidi-!" he stammered out with false bravado, his fear fading a little as he saw the shape, that he thought was his friend, move as if in response. And then, as the thing raised its head over the bushes, he saw the glowing eyes. Timmy froze, stopping in mid sentence, his gaze fixed on the shape as it continued to rise, and stopped, made taller than the trees by the creeping darkness and his own fears.

	As the last rays of the sun disappeared below the distant horizon, the shadowy creature grinned widely, slowly revealing its sharp teeth, gleaming dully under the moonlight in the sudden, almost total blackness. The little squirrel could barely squeak in terror, frozen in place, eyes locked with the glowing embers, as the creature sniffed and let forth a low, hungry growl, suddenly lurching toward Timmy, with its terrible claws outstretched!

	Timmy bolted.

	The sudden movement had been enough to break the spell, eyes unlocking just long enough to regain his senses and run helter skelter into the dark woods, away from the monster with the glowing eyes, before it could close its grasping hands on him and do wicked, unspeakable things to the poor little squirrel, just like every scary story he had ever been told about the monsters from these very woods. Ducking and weaving among the bushes, rocks and branches, he was too quick for the large creature’s wicked claws, and the beast let out howls of frustration as it chased him.

	He ran and ran, as far and fast as his paws could take him, gasping for breath, too scared to even scream, although if he did, he was sure the monster would surely find him, but he was trying not to even think of that. He thought only about keeping his legs moving, and avoiding every ominous and threatening tree. At first he had heard the monster following, growling as it thrashed wildly through the underbrush after him, but eventually the sounds of pursuit faded. Still, he dare not stop running, and rushed blindly onwards into the dark, spooky woods.

	And then something caught his foot, and he screamed as he fell forward, covering his face with his paws as slavering fangs descended on him, falling head first into the ground and dazing himself for a few moments. Only after he realised he wasn't being torn apart by some nightmare creature did he cautiously uncover his face, and look around, too afraid to even breathe. He had caught his footpaw on a tree root sticking out of the ground, and felt like a fool for panicking like he had. He let out the deep breath he had been holding, and tried to calm himself by thinking it could still have just been the other cubs in a costume, trying to scare him… well, it had worked, but he didn’t believe it. The monster had been all too real.

	He slowly, and very quietly, picked himself up, sitting on a log to rest his sore foot and rubbing the bump on his head as he listened intently to the swaying trees around him. He stayed where he was for the moment, covered in mud, catching his breath and trying to take his bearings. It was as good a place as any, and the terrifyingly real monster didn't seem to be following him anymore. But everywhere he looked, everything looked the same to him. Dark, spooky and threatening. In his panic-stricken mind, every shadow seemed to house hundreds of wicked, staring eyes. Every tree or bush moving in the wind was a hideous beast that made him jump in fright.

	Timmy whimpered softly to himself, and sniffled, tears sliding down his fuzzy cheeks, wishing he were safely back home, with a warm fire, hiding under the blankets in his own bed. Then he started to sob out loud, afraid he might be lost in these woods forever, or worse, that some other horrifying monster might find and catch him. He curled his bushy tail around his legs as the cold breeze cut through his lightly clad body, making him shiver. Maybe if he could just make it through the night, he thought to try and lift his spirits, he'd be able to find his way back home in the morning...

	There was a soft, silky rustling somewhere behind the log he was sitting on, that he thought, through his sobbing, he imagined at first, until it sounded again, much closer. Then his eyes opened wide, wet and teary with a gasp, and he spun around quickly, his vision filling with claws and fiery eyes as something pounced out of the shadows and drove him to the ground, the cub letting forth a squeal of terror that was cut short by the impact, winding him as he landed flat on his back, trapped in the vice-like grip of a heavy, shaggy beast!

	The last thing he saw before he blacked out, was a face full of glowing eyes and a slavering mouth, hot and wet, with rancid breath, ready to sink its glistening, crooked teeth into him. A piercing scream rent the night air and he fainted in fright, expecting that savage maw to bite into him at any moment, certain with his final thought that he would only be remembered in some cautionary tale for misbehaved children... 

	…and then, poor Timmy remembered nothing more of his night-time journey, carried through the dark, forbidden forest on the back of his captor, all trussed up like a roast dinner. The other dark creatures of these lost woods gave them a wide berth as the hulking shape trudged past, all thankful that, at least for tonight, they were safe from becoming dinner for that wicked monster…

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	Timmy awoke slowly in the darkness to find himself bound and gagged in what seemed like a huge, black cavern to the poor little squirrel, confused and very scared. When he had finally come to, his mind still a little foggy, all he could do was lay there and whimper quietly, like the lost little squirrel he was, bound so tight he could barely move in this strange, scary place, his imagination already beginning to run away with him.

	There was a faint firelight trickling through and around a ragged curtain hanging over one opening in the far wall. The rest were dark and impenetrable to the squirrel's frightened eyes, only barely perceptible by the flickering light as a darker black amid the shadows, his fears populating them with all manner of horrible, hungry beasts. He whined through the gag, damp with saliva, and tried to swallow, his throat suddenly dry in blind terror at the contents of his vivid imagination.

	There were sounds coming from behind the thin and ragged curtain, as if from a kitchen. A soft bubbling emanated out, along with a strange, but not entirely unpleasant smell, and the occasional clinking, scraping, and to the squirrel's utmost horror, chopping and slicing! He shuddered at the thought of dozens of blunt, rusty cooking utensils, and the hideous monster that could be lurking behind the curtain, preparing a giant grotesque cooking pot with the ingredients for squirrel stew…!

	He gulped and whimpered, struggling to loosen his bonds and escape, before the thing in the next room came to collect its main ingredient. But his struggling proved useless, only tightening the ropes painfully around his tender young limbs. Sobbing and squeezing back tears, he tried not to think of himself as a tender young squirrel, about to become dinner. All his struggling and whimpering, however, seemed to have alerted the creature in the kitchen, and Timmy froze as he heard someone, or something, shuffle and clank around in there, before the sound of slow deliberate footsteps stopped at the entrance.

	A shadow loomed against the curtain, blocking the light, and then a familiar-looking claw was thrust through to pull the curtain back, the creature stepping through, with eyes that glowed like embers, and clutching something that clinked against metal. The little squirrel choked in fright, his fears confirmed, as he caught a glimpse of the big black bubbling cauldron in the middle of the other room, before the curtain fell back and left him in the dark cave, unable to see the monster, but it was unmistakably the one that chased him through the woods. In the tense silence of the dark cave he could hear footsteps shuffling across the floor, and the breathing of another creature. He held his breath and sat quietly, expecting at any moment to be snatched up by vicious claws and dragged into the kitchen, either to be sliced up for stew, or tossed into the bubbling cauldron, to be cooked alive, or…!

	Suddenly a torch burst into life, startling him out of his thoughts, the flash of light blinding the little squirrel, who squeezed his teary eyes tight against the glare. When he cautiously opened them again, Timmy's heart faltered as his gaze fell upon the rippling back of a lean, muscular grey wolf, larger than any grown-up he had ever seen. His shoulders were crisscrossed with scars, and he was clad only in a tatty hide loincloth which wrapped snugly around his nethers, the narrow strip of cloth stretched between his rump barely concealing his maleness as his tail weaved idly behind him. About his waist he wore a broad belt, from which hung various small bones and pouches. A large, grisly looking dagger of metal and bone swung loosely at his side.

	His captor was busy adjusting a small lantern hanging from a hook in the stone wall, the light glistening off the dagger and tarnished belt buckle, giving his dark fur a silvery cast in the dimness, while the orange light on his face made it look like his yellow eyes really did glow with fire. Little Timmy almost fainted again at the intimidating sight, trying to make as little noise as possible to alert the scary wolf, although his heart felt like it was beating loud enough for him to hear. He tried to comfort himself by thinking that it was only a wolf, instead of all the other horrible nasties that were rumoured to roam the dark forest… but that was no help, so the young cub tried to distract himself from his impending doom by looking elsewhere, perhaps for a way to escape, and saw the large cave was decorated with dozens of gruesome trophies, like things out of nightmarish stories.

	A few leering skulls of various shapes and sizes stared down at him, from crude shelves or alcoves in the walls, along with a rack of well-used looking weapons hanging on one wall, among other bizarre things he didn't want to think about, too frightening to the terrified cub. Obscene cave paintings, a broken shield or two, and other detritus strewn recklessly around the edges of the cave. There was very little in the way of furniture, mostly made from rotting timber and crude stone… or rather, what he suddenly realised were bones lashed together. They were everywhere, and Timothy tried not to think about his bones joining those around the cave after he was eaten by the wolf, but hope as he might, he was unable to stop a whimper from escaping. Even muffled by his gag, it echoed loudly in the silence.

	At the sudden sound the big, scarred body of the wolf froze, his ears perking up, and wheeled slowly around to look at the squirrel, a cruel smile curling on his lips, hungry eyes examining his captive prey. Those leering yellow eyes, gleaming in the dim light, lingered for a few tense moments on the frightened little cub, lying on his side, with his arms and legs bound tightly to his chest. Lips parted to expose his vicious fangs as his smile widened, letting out a wickedly delighted chuckle, before striding toward the helpless boy, his powerful thighs teasing the large bulge in his loincloth from side to side. Grinning, he showed off even more teeth as he watched Timmy first try to struggle away, and then cower beneath the big wolf's shadow and try to make himself as small as possible.

	"Well, well... What do we have here...?" He asked in a harsh, rumbling voice as he stood above Timmy in a wide stance, bulge hanging heavily between his legs, devouring the boy with his eyes. Casually drawing and toying with his knife, knowing full well the cub couldn't reply, he only seemed to grin wider at the squirrel's discomfort of the sharp, gleaming blade. "Looks like a lost little boy, who shouldn't have gone wandering off into the woods alone... Especially at night..." The wolf said in a sinister tone, almost mockingly scolding him, and licked along the edge of his knife to add weight to his words, tormenting the helpless cub.

	Timothy whimpered and started to sob, his breathing heavy, heart beating frantically, as the big wolf crouched down on his haunches in front of his captive, those huge, powerful legs bulging with muscle and framing his manhood, outlined by the tight loincloth, as he tossed the grisly knife dangerously from one hand to the other. He sniffed at the air for a few moments, clearly picking out the smell of fear, and casually adjusted his loincloth, while his grin seemed to indicate some kind of big joke that the boy couldn’t see. Timmy didn’t think there was anything funny at all.

	Chuckling, the wolf grabbed the cub with his free hand, powerful arm lifting little Timmy up almost off the ground as he growled out the words, "Oh, don't worry, little squirrel... there are worse things than me... Out there..." he rolled his eyes as if to gesture outside, grinning wildly and narrowing his wicked yellow eyes as they focused back on his prey. Timmy could only stare at the terrifying wolf, unable to look away, tears already streaming silently down his fuzzy cheeks. Right now, he was hard pressed to imagine anything more terrifying than the wolf right in front of him!

	"Hmm..." the wolf mused mockingly, relaxing his grip on the poor boy, "... perhaps you'd like to stay for... DINNER!" and to emphasise the last word, the wolf pulled abruptly Timmy towards him, thrusting his grinning muzzle within a hair's breadth of the little squirrel's face, licking his lips voraciously to scare the cub. This was all too much for young Timmy, and he wailed desperately around the gag, tears pouring down his cheeks, eyes squeezing shut in blind terror, so he didn’t have to stare at those horrible fangs. At the same time, the poor cub felt a familiar warmth spreading through his dirty pants, still covered in mud and leaves from his tumble through the woods. He vaguely hoped that having wet himself would turn the wolf off his appetite…

	Growling and chuckling in enjoyment of the cub's distress, the big scruffy wolf noticed something about the cub’s scent, that seemed to excite him even more, and looking down, saw the dark wet patch spreading through the crotch of Timmy's pants. Lips curling into another cruel smile, he tilted his head to the side, sniffing the air again and let out a low, curious growl of pleasure. Crouching on all fours and slipping his large nose between the boy's legs, he inhaled the intoxicating scent, closing his eyes and wagging his tail.

	"Mmuur...!" he growled, "…I… was going to… heh… save you for later, but... I think I want you now, my little squirrel...!" Rumbling eagerly, the wolf dragged his captive in to the light, to get a better look at his prize, and kneeling over the boy, he put away the knife and began to stroke his soft, red fur, prodding and poking him with his claws. When Timmy whined in distress and tried to struggle out of the wolf's rough, tight grip, his larger captor only chuckled, pinching and poking his tender young flesh even harder, which made Timmy squirm all the more. "Perhaps I should’ve taken better care of my last cub, then I wouldn’t have gotten so… but, well, you’re the softest, most tenderest little boy I’ve ever caught… and I’ve never had a squirrel to play with before..." growled the salivating wolf. "… as soon as I smelt you I… I just knew I had to have your succulent, tender body…!" he drawled as his claws traced the sobbing squirrel's tear-stained face and toyed with his fluffy ears.

	Abruptly, growling, the wolf picked Timmy up and sat him in his lap, still bound tightly, cradling him against his broad, bare chest. He groped and fondled the boy with his rough hands, laughing all the while, cupping and squeezing Timmy's round buttocks, while murring and crooning affectionately as he held the helpless cub close, nuzzling the back of his neck and nibbling his ears. Poor Timmy could only whimper and sob as the wolf licked all over his neck and face, scared by the wolf's sharp fangs so close to him, and squirming uncomfortably in his wet pants as something hard and unpleasant in the wolf's lap kept rubbing and poking him under his tail. The innocent cub had no idea what it was, but he felt terrified of what the wolf was doing to him. He began to wish he’d just eat him and get it over with, instead of tormenting him so, but with the gag stuffed in his mouth he couldn’t even beg for a quick end!

	The big wolf crooned pleasurably each time the boy squirmed. He liked it when his prey struggled, and the cub's futile attempts to escape the wolf's groping claws only served to rub against the bulge in his crotch, arousing him further. Suddenly the cub slipped and sat down hard on the bump in the wolf’s loincloth, making him snarl lustfully, liking it rough, with his muzzle right next to Timmy's ears, and the boy froze in fright at the sudden loud snarl, whining and almost wetting himself again. The wolf chuckled behind the boy's head, licking his ears in a false display of tenderness, and sliding his huge paw down to fondle the boy in his wet pants. He thought that should get him squirming again, and that breaking in this new cub was going to be fun.

	Timmy squealed loudly, tears flying, and struggled away in fear and confusion from the unwelcome, intrusive paw. He fondled the boy through his pants for a few moments, delighting in the innocent cub's discomfort and grinding his bulge under the boy’s bushy tail, chuckling cruelly at his helpless prey. He squeezed and played with the cub’s tiny, soft package, shivering at the feel of him beneath his strong paws, before bringing his damp paw up to sniff it, and growled in barely controlled excitement.

	The boy seemed the perfect age for his tastes, not yet old enough to have fully explored his body, and he wagged his tail in anticipation as he deeply inhaled the scent of the frightened cub staining his paw, but it wasn't enough and after many moons without something to mate with, he could stand the wait no longer, and pushed the boy roughly onto all fours, yanking his bushy red tail up and bent down to thrust his nose deep into Timmy's damp crotch, drinking deeply of the young squirrel's rich, heady scent, sending startled cries from around the gag wedged in Timmy's mouth.

	The panting, horny wolf roughly tore at the wet pants with his claws, carelessly scratching the cub as he did so. The smell of blood mixed with everything else in his keen nose, and he lost himself to his passions, rubbing his nose against the boy's wet balls, and up to his quivering tailhole, licking it with his broad tongue. This made young Timmy writhe and squeal, biting down hard on his gag as his soft, tender opening was violated by the wolf's coarse tongue. The wolf growled and murred at the taste and feel of the quivering cub, and forced his powerful tongue deep into the tight ring.

	The poor little squirrel cub could do nothing to resist the big bad wolf, who was fumbling clumsily with his belt and trying to rub the growing bulge in his loincloth while he slurped hungrily, growling at his prey, teasing the boy's tailhole and lapping up the blood from the light scratches on his thighs and buttocks. Each taste of the squirrel drove the wolf wild, along with the muffled shrieks and cries from the helpless, bound cub. He began to lose himself in a blur of the boy’s taste, smell and sounds.

	But with a triumphant growl, the wicked wolf unfastened his belt buckle and knelt back, panting and drooling over the sobbing red bundle of fur, almost hypnotised as he looked down at defenceless little Timmy, who was too blind with terror to even curl his bushy tail between his legs. Wrenching his eyes from the squirrel's quivering behind stuck in the air, the wolf tore off his belt and meagre clothing, letting out a satisfied sigh as he finally freed his cock, which had been straining painfully against his tight loincloth. Now it was free, he wrapped one massive paw around it, stroking his shaft as the monster slumped out of his sheath and grew to its full size in the cool air of the cave. He watched as it swelled in his paw, the knot already forming at the base, licked his fangs and shivered, his cock throbbing insistently with the restless desire to fill something warm and tight.

	Panting and dripping in anticipation, the wolf leaned over Timmy, covering him with his body as he leaned in close to the squirrel’s ears to whisper, “Don’t worry, kid… I’m not going to eat you!” with a wicked little chuckle from his salivating lips, and closed his jaws slowly around the cub’s thin neck with a lustful growl, making the boy jump as sharp, crooked teeth sank in, holding him frozen still and terrified. Timmy could feel the warm trickles of blood drip thickly from the scratches, the wolf licking them clean with a wicked, satisfied rumble from his brawny chest, nuzzling and caressing the neck with his teeth for a moment, before whispering into Timmy’s ear again, “… at least, not until you’ve been properly stuffed and mounted, that is!”, grasping Timmy’s tender butt with one paw, and chuckling at his muffled cries.

	Kneeling behind the sobbing squirrel cub, the wolf roughly squeezes and fondles the boy’s rump, his claws scraping harshly through his fur. Savouring the moment and poking at the tight pucker with one claw, panting heavily, he positioned himself with his tip hovering just between Timmy’s scratched and abused buttocks. The poor, confused boy could barely struggle against his bonds at the horrifying sensation, the drooling tip of the wolf’s monstrous cock forced unexpectedly against his exposed tailhole, too young to know what it was. He thought he knew his dreadful fate, that the wolf was going to eat him alive with those vicious, rending teeth, or a thousand other things too horrible to mention, but he had certainly never imagined anything as frightful as this!

	His muzzle filled with the dirty rag and tied shut, Timmy couldn’t even scream at the hot, burning sensation in his rump as the wolf held him down and callously forced his throbbing dick into the boy’s tight ass. The cub still had no idea what the wolf was doing to him, and it was torture for the poor boy, who could only choke as the pain of being impaled on that huge member overwhelmed him. It was slow going as the wolf grunted and howled at how tight the helpless little squirrel was, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying every last second of it, as he viciously stretched the little squirrel open with his manhood, lost in his lust, bucking his hips violently to bury his canine cock ever deeper, panting and moaning. Timmy’s little heart beat frantically in his chest as the wolf stretched his ass open, gasping and choking behind his gag at the pain, his fuzzy innocent face drenched in salty tears, all of which only served to encourage the insatiable wolf!

	He couldn’t believe how tight the little squirrel was! Had it really been so long since the last cub he’d snatched? He’d forgotten how wonderfully soft and snug they were on his cock… These were among the thoughts going through his head as he raped poor Timmy. The tiny cub screamed through the gag, biting down hard as his tailhole, however tight it was, could offer little resistance against the huge, powerful wolf driving it’s cock into him. He enjoyed inflicting pain on his captives, and wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. Thrusting and grinding with his hips, the wolf grunted and kept forcing his cock deeper, eventually settling into a long, punishing rhythm, sawing his thick member in and out of poor Timmy’s stretched, yielding tailhole to shrieks and howls, slowly at first, but as he forcibly loosened up the wailing cub, violently rocking that tiny body with each plunge, the unrelenting pace of his hips began to quicken.

	The room was filled with the sounds of sex as their bodies slapped together, Timmy sobbing and screeching, the wolf huffing as he drove his cock deeper into the cub with each hard thrust. After pounding that tiny squirrel for a while, he was already close to cumming before his knot finally banged against the boy’s butt. He shuddered, growling in frustration, not caring about the squealing cub’s well-being, only concerned about tying with his new plaything. Thrust after thrust brought him closer and closer to the edge, and he pushed his knot against Timmy’s stretched opening, but the cub was still too tight. Panting and growling, he slammed his cock as far as it would go up Timmy’s tailhole, filling the squealing boy with his member, humping rapidly, desperate to tie before…

	With one final howl, his pulsing cock shot forth the creamy contents of his balls, filling Timmy’s tight ass as the wolf kept pumping him with thick seed, roughly humping the abused squirrel, his tight tailhole squeezing out every last drop until the slippery white substance made the huge member pop out of the overflowing squirrel, squirting some of the warm, sticky stuff all over the boy’s back. The big wolf moaned in ecstasy, shuddering and climaxing so hard he was barely able to hold himself up, and leaned over the cub on all fours, listening to the pleasing sound of his sobs and cries of pain while he caught his breath.

	Panting and chuckling, he was more than satisfied, and quickly cleaned himself up, adoring the sight of the helpless, bound squirrel’s rear end yanked up in the air, cum dribbling thickly from his stretched tailhole. He decided to leave the cub as he was, sobbing and well used, and took the lantern with him as he went back to the kitchen, with a few last taunting words “Heh, you’re so tight, boy, I’ll be keeping you around for a while. Can’t wait ‘til I stretch you out enough to tie with you… Haha, now, don’t go away, will you?” and with a final burst of cruel laughter, left poor frightened Timmy alone in the dark cave once again, apprehensive about his future as the echoing sounds of the wolf faded into silence. Alone.

	Or so the cub thought as he began to drift off, the ordeal leaving him exhausted. Unable to see anything crawling in the dark shadows, and in too much pain to even try to move, he hoped it was only his imagination as something cold and clammy crawled over his sore, stinging rump, that didn’t feel at all like the wolf. Fear crept over him as it prodded unforgivingly at his tender areas, before latching onto his butt and sliding something long and hard into his stretched tailhole. As this new creature forced it’s long, ribbed member so abruptly into poor Timmy, its narrower tip penetrating much further than the wolf had done, he let out a choking squeak and blacked out from the sudden pain, his ears echoing with strange clicking, chittering sounds that seemed to call out to others, haunting what he thought were nightmares…

	…long nightmares full of gross sloshing sounds, and screeching, creeping things that seemed to crawl all over his tiny, bound body, and kept stuffing his raw and aching tailhole with hard, knobbly, unpleasant tubes… tubes that were forced in and out of his squirming, pain racked body, filling and covering him in strands of thick slime as the creatures crooned and chittered and thrust their bodies against him, their pulsing members spreading the warm sticky goo through his fur, each waiting for a turn at riding his soft, pleasurable furry butt. When one finished pumping him full of seed, it seemed to cause a frenzy making the rest scramble frantically to be next, and he was quickly stuffed with another repulsive organ, plunging deep even as one or two were still poking at him and trying to find the hole. There seemed to be no end to them… 

	…he was drifting in and out of consciousness from the exhaustion and pain, and at one point it felt as though his gag had been removed, and his mouth was instead jammed with one of the monstrously shaped cocks, just like the one pounding into his sloppy rear. He couldn’t see, of course, but the creature had pinned his head to the ground with its heavy body, like the others crawling on and around him, and held him still with its grasping legs as it humped happily away, its tip plunging deep down his throat… helpless, he choked and spluttered as the thing finally pumped his gullet full of thick, creamy goo, before withdrawing it’s length and scampering away… 

	…only half conscious and unable to see or move or scream, he was horrified to find that it was to be replaced by two more, scrabbling and fighting for a position to mate with the boy’s oozing mouth! His strength failing him, it was all he could do to close his eyes, their claws scratching his head and neck while they both forced their knobbly appendages into his pliable mouth. He gagged and gasped as they began to viciously pound his throat, stretching his cheeks to fit both their thick shafts. At that moment the monster in his ass blew a load of hot cum, which overflowed as it slid off and crawled away. Suddenly there were two more on his ass, and at the very thought that there could be two of them thrusting in his other end, he let out an involuntary squeak as he felt two of those long, thick cocks slide in almost simultaneously! The abrupt forcefulness made him see stars as they both pounded his ass, sending waves of pain through his already heavily abused body. And to make matters worse, his faint cry seemed to send all the creatures wild at the small sign of life, and they instantly became more excited. He choked and twitched under their bodies, blacking out again, but not for the last time…

	…he didn’t know how long he was like that, drifting in and out… or if it was even real… it all seemed like such a bad dream… but by morning, if it was morning, he awoke one last time, to find himself lying on his side no longer bound, with his body aching too much to even move. When he looked up, his eyes found the wolf sharpening his big knife on the other side of the cave. With a barely audible whimper of terror he fainted one last time, wetting himself again at the thought of what the knife was for…

	Timmy would be pleasantly surprised to wake up later, expecting to have been cooked and eaten by the wolf by now, in a different, smaller cave, and surprisingly well rested, if still a little sore in some places. But the poor little squirrel isn’t to know that, so his dreams are fitful, at first, full of bubbling cauldrons, dark, twisted forests and shapeless monsters, but he soon settles into a deep, exhausted sleep, oblivious to the world as he is left to lie undisturbed on the stone floor of the cave… for now…

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…TO BE CONTINUED…
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{What will happen to poor, lost Timothy squirrel now?}
{And what is it that lurks in the black depths of the cave?}
{If his captor tires of him, is he to become dinner for wolves… or worse?}
{Or can he find some way to escape his terrible fate and return home?}
{But if he does escape, how will he find his way through the dark, tangled Forest of Thorns?}
{Stay tuned for the next thrilling chapter to find out!}
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