Story by Custos
(Original posting 17 December 2023 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Ashwyn commission: The Numen of Virility

Dorn is peeved with indignation. His skills as a warrior are positively wasted and he has to suffer through the whining and babbling of the many cubs of the tribe. The thirteen-year-old brown bear is huffing as he spends his time with something more useful, fletching some arrows for the hunters of the clan, whilst the kids around him are running around and playing in the large tent. The oldest are about age six to seven, just before they’re taken by the adults to start learning the art of survival in the wilds. The youngest are barely weeks old, among whom is Dorn’s little sister Rala.

The tribe has some very interesting customs, with the chief being present during most milestones of a member’s life, like birth, coming of age, mating ceremony, and funeral. He or she observes everyone from the moment they start walking, and keeps a close eye on their developing social circles and personalities. When the time comes, from ages nine to twelve usually, when the first wetness emerges from one’s penis or the first blood is expelled from one’s vagina, the coming of age rite is conducted. A celebration shared with the whole tribe as is customary for all ceremonies, and the cub masturbates to completion under supervision of the shaman and their fellow tribesmen. A mate is then assigned by the chief, based on their previous observations of the cub’s life up until that point, and if the children’s relationship grows to fruition, they will be mated for life in a mating ceremony just a few years later.

Children are born aplenty, for the tribe is fruitful in all its endeavours and wants for nothing, and surplus cubs are assigned to couples of the same sex. So too is Dorn a child whom was born from the loins of another couple, but his two dads are raising him, as do they his newborn sister Rala. Blood means very little, and one’s assigned parents are considered the only parents, with the rest of the tribe being considered uncles and aunts. So too does blood mean nothing when assigning mates, because to Dorn’s dismay, he’s selected to be mated to his newborn sister when she comes of age.

The chief of the tribe has had a very tough time with Dorn and assigning his life partner, as the boy is arrogant and proud, sporting an exceptionally good physical build and at his young age already one of the strongest tribe members. He’s allowed to have sex freely in the tribe and spawn children, as is his prerogative as one is considered an adult as soon as one goes through the rite of coming of age, but a mate is someone special and equal. Dorn simply has never considered anyone good enough for him, except for his own daddies but they’re already mated to each other for life, and has rejected anyone the chief selected for him. Exasperated, the chief has now finally assigned him his own sister, for she is a brown bear just like him and from the same birth parents. She will hopefully share his personality and strong physique, nullifying any objections Dorn may have.

Dorn throws his fletching equipment to the floor in frustration when a few of the cubs play too rough with each other and start crying, the boy shooing them to the corners of the tent and they quickly forget their crocodile tears when seeing his anger:”By the earth mother’s swollen teats, stop your whinging! You want to know real pain? Try being stuck with you brats whilst my friends who barely have shot a load get to go out hunting!”
It grows quiet in the tent, the naked cubs averting their eyes from the angry teenager as they continue to play quietly with their toys. Dorn is standing tall in their midst, his chest huffed out and his erection angrily waving around from underneath his loincloth. He had prepared to join the hunt tonight, with warpaint applied to his cheeks and other parts of his body, wearing nothing but his loincloth and some leather straps holding daggers and other tools. The cubs know better than to anger such a strong boy.

Then, the wailing of a baby fills the tent, Dorn’s eyes closing as he realises his own mistake and suffers instant regret. There are a few cots with babies and newborns spread around the edges of the tent, and he’s woken up several of them with his outburst. Despite being arrogant and frustrated, he’s not a mean boy, especially when it comes to his newborn little sister. He may resent having been assigned this task, but he did accept his new sibling immediately and with all the love his fathers had welcomed her in their midst. And about being assigned her as his mate… he’ll wait and see. After all, he’ll be much older when she even comes of age, so chances are slim that will actually come to pass.

The brown bear walks over to his sister’s cot, for she is wailing the loudest, and he picks up the naked baby. The rags in her crib are clean, so he’s relieved not having to change them, bouncing the baby up and down in his arms:”There, there, Rala. Big brother is not angry with you. Shh.”
Rala calms down relatively quickly, clawing at her siblings chest fur as Dorn walks her through the tent. When she quiets down, the babies in the other cots seem to calm down as well, to Dorn’s relief. He sits down on a bench laden with furs and offers his little sister his erect humanoid penis, the newborn baby immediately latching on and suckling. Maybe a little snack would help keep her soothed.

The little cubs playing elsewhere seem grateful for the boy’s distraction and start playing a bit more loudly again, some of them walking over to curiously watch Dorn nursing his baby sister. He’s massaging his balls and what remains exposed of his shaft to help provide a steady stream of his boyish precum, but soon has a better idea and orders one of the toddlers over, the little wolf girl approaching with a thumb in her muzzle. Without hesitation, Dorn’s free hand reaches down and his fingers run through the cub’s slit, diddling her pudgy mons to help himself produce more precum for his little sister. Penetration of cubs via penis is reserved for the parents, siblings, the chief, and the shaman, and freely allowed after the child has undergone the rite of coming of age and becomes an adult in the eyes of the tribe. A birthing rite isn’t considered concluded until the chief, shaman, father or fathers, and any brothers of age have deposited seed inside a cub’s anus or cunny, after all. But fingers are not a problem, and Dorn eagerly and slightly roughly slips his index finger as deeply as possible inside the little girl’s pussy in a thrusting motion. The wolf tot grunts a little, spreading her little legs and hunching down a bit as she obeys her babysitter, Dorn eagerly fingering her tight childish cunny as he can feel Rala starting to swallow more copious amounts of his male essence:”There you go, sis. Drink up.”

The nursing scene is growing slightly more lewd as Dorn starts to feel that urge within his loins emerge, that tickle that pushes his raging hormones throughout his entire body, lust coursing through his veins as his cock starts to thrust slightly inside little Rala’s muzzle. The newborn brown bear cub protests a little, but Dorn hushes her:”No whining, Rala. A bear must be strong and enduring. In fact…”
The horny teenage boy withdraws from his fingering of the wolf toddler’s loins and uses both hands to raise Rala off his throbbing thirteen-year-old cock of respectable size for his age, holding her aloft above his pulsing erection. He barks at a little deer fawn nearby to hold his cock up and to point it to his little sister’s slit, the small six-year-old boy quickly obeying and doing as he’s told. His little hands hold the teenage bear’s pulsing humanoid erection pointed upwards, Dorn relishing in the command he has over the little ones and how quick they are to follow his orders, the perceived power over them making his cock extra hard.

Dorn lowers his newborn baby sister down upon his cock, her swollen little pussy lips parted by the crown of his humanoid penis as the blunt tip quickly sinks out of sight. Rala protests and whines, Dorn withdrawing from the few-weeks-old baby’s pussy and ordering the deer fawn as well as some of the other nearby cubs to start licking his cock head to lubricate it. Various little pink tongues dart out and big innocent eyes look up at the teenager, the boy’s chest swelling with power as his cock squirts out a few powerful jets of precum all over his sister’s chubby slit and the faces of the cubs lapping at him:”Good. Dorn is pleased with your obedience. Now play with my balls as I train my sister’s endurance.”

Slowly, and accompanied by a discomforted whine from Rala, Dorn’s mighty thirteen-year-old cock starts sinking back inside his little sister’s newborn cunny until he bottoms out halfway in. The brown bear’s eyes are closed in ecstasy, his balls massaged by the little cubs’ hands as they know very well from their own daddies and brothers how they must play with male genitalia. Rala whines a little more, but Dorn’s hand starts massaging and rubbing her tummy around the spot where he can feel his penis pressed up against her tiny cervix:”Be brave now, Rala. It is a brother’s duty to train his little sister’s endurance. And it is your duty to accept your brother’s blessing.”

Dorn withdraws his cock until only the rim of his helmet remains inside his little newborn sister’s pussy, before sinking it back inside as far as it will go and sighing in pleasure, eliciting more whines from the baby. He finds a steady rhythm and even commands the toddler wolf girl to lick their union in an attempt to soothe Rala, when he suddenly becomes aware of an alarming fact. It has grown deathly quiet in the tent. Except for the cubs servicing him, all of the others have vanished. Dorn’s cock is halfway inside his sister’s cunny and he’s about to cry alarm when something rushes down his throat with alarming speed, blocking any sound to emerge from his lips.

Surprised gasps and muffled screams are barely audible as the cubs between Dorn’s legs are snatched and silenced by creamy yellow tentacles with an orange hue, their muzzles covered immediately as the teenager can feel his arms and legs being restrained an instant later. He clutches his baby sister protectively with one arm and tries to reach for a dagger strapped to his leg with the other, but finds himself unable to move. His throat is filled with the gooey but firm tentacle, almost as if he’s swallowing the cock of one of the horse members of the tribe all the way down to his stomach, barely able to breathe. From under the tent flaps on all sides streams a gelatine-like substance with the same orangey yellow hue, forming into a solid shape in the middle of the nursery space.

Dorn is powerless against the tentacles, despite his physical strength, and he’s forced to watch how the shape takes on the form of a wingless powerful dragon male made of goo, still translucent and showing his bone structure underneath. The figure grins at the teenager, Dorn still stuck in place with his erection firmly planted inside his baby sister, Rala too silenced by a tentacle inserted in her small muzzle. The goo dragon then lifts his index finger to his mouth, the fact that Dorn can see his bones shift and move underneath the translucent gooey skin unsettling the boy, making a hushing gesture before the teenager and the remaining cubs suddenly find their vision becoming blurry and falling in a deep restless sleep.

Slowly the world regains shape. Dorn’s eyes flutter as his foggy mind returns from a dreamless sleep, his body aching all over as he tries to move. He finds that he can’t, his arms and legs restrained by something gooey as the brown bear teenager can only slightly wriggle around. Braziers light up the cavernous space, the rocky walls and stone structure surrounding him covered in moss, ferns, and mushrooms. It looks so strange and alien to the boy, with architecture and statues he’s never seen before covered in slimy webs. Dorn has heard tales of stone buildings, ancient and new alike from other cultures. Since his people are nomadic he’s never understood how a clan can remain in one place, exhausting their resources without moving on to new horizons.

Then it hits Dorn; the cubs of the tribe!

His head turns from left to right, his body flexing in an attempt to break free from the gooey cocoon which holds him. He can see the older cubs surrounding him, equally restrained in wraps of slime, all seemingly still asleep. No sign of the babies, though. As Dorn struggles, he can see the strands of mucus vibrate like a spiderweb, sending signals elsewhere in the cavern. A pool of ooze forms in the middle of the room again and the slime dragon reforms once more, his translucent ‘skin’ revealing the intricate skeletal structure underneath:”Welcome in my parlour, little fly. I must admit, I had expected more resistance. But I suppose your tribe made a mistake leaving you to guard their young. You were more interested in satisfying your flesh rather than perform your duties.”

Dorn grits his teeth and spits towards the orangey yellow ooze dragon, clenching his fists:”Fight me man to man in honourable combat and I’ll break you, monster!”
The ooze dragon smirks and tilts his head, slimy tentacles emerging from the pool that is ever present at the entity’s feet, as if the form he has taken is just one of many possibilities:”Now, you see, child. The world is not honourable, and utilising the skills as my disposal, I have already won. You are defeated. Partially by your own hubris. You’ll have to make peace with that.”
A tentacle grasps the thirteen-year-old brown bear’s jaw as Dorn tries to bite it, moving the boy’s face from left to right, “Mm. You’re not too bad looking. Quite a strong specimen. You’ll make an excellent stud to fertilise my progeny. And the rich amalgamation of different species in your tribe is just what I was looking for too.”
The dragon grins wickedly as suddenly the goo around his crotch starts to bulge, forming in a mighty trembling draconic erection:”Don’t worry, cub. I’ll make this enjoyable for all involved.”

The teenage boy had looked and listened on in horror, not quite understanding what the creature in front of him actually is or wants, but when more slimy tentacles emerge from the pool at its feet and seek out all the delectable young bodies suspended around the room, Dorn’s fears become reality. He grits his teeth as he becomes suspended in the air by his wrists and ankles, leaving the remainder of his body bare to the cool air, a thick tentacle slipping underneath his stubby nub of a tail and sliming its way up inside the thirteen-year-old bear boy’s ass. The young warrior grits his teeth, feeling the stimulation attempt to arouse him by massaging his prostate, the tentacle naturally lubed and slippery and cool to the touch:”I’d rather die than submit to you, monster!”

The dragon walks towards the bear boy with a smirk still plastered over his translucent draconic head, the jaws of the skull inside moving up and down as he speaks:”Oh, it would be boring if you did not struggle a little, child. But not to worry, I have my ways to force you to enjoy this.”
The skin in contact with the slimy tentacles starts to tingle and Dorn slowly moans out against his will, the surfaces becoming laced with a thick coating of mucus with aphrodisiac properties. The brown bear boy’s penis starts to rapidly chub up and fatten, quickly rising and pulsing at full strength in mere seconds. Dorn pants, trying to resist the urges of his body but a haze is descending upon his mind. Black sorcery, the kind his shaman has warned him for. The kind that the hags in the woods practice to lure away men, women, and children alike to sacrifice to their nefarious ends.

As Dorn’s ass is penetrated by the thick coiling slimy tentacle, the prehensile slippery appendage worming deeper than any man’s cock has ever gone before, powerful jets of precum erupt from the boy’s cock head. The liquid drops fall down into the puddle from which the tentacles sprout, the ooze dragon smiling and relishing as if he could taste the boy’s essence by mere contact:”Ah, you taste good, boy. But I’ll need more volume from you if you are to sire my entire clutch. Don’t worry, that is also something I can arrange.”
Dorn’s balls are visibly pulsing and churning, very slowly expanding as his body is urged into overdrive by the chemical substances secreted by the ooze dragon’s tentacles, making the young warrior nearly delirious with lust as his ejaculations of precum start looking more and more like full-on cumming, “Ah. Ah. S-stop this. I want none of your wicked magic. Let my brothers and sisters go. They’re innocent.”

The dragon hushes the boy once more, this time with even more but smaller tentacles slithering up along the boy’s body, their touches wet and sticky. They find the orifices in Dorn’s head and do not hesitate to strike, plunging inside like devils diving after a soul. Mouth, nostrils, ears… even Dorn’s tear ducts are invaded, the brown bear’s body wracked with impossible sensations he’s never experienced before. And worst of it all is, the secretions enhance all the boy’s bodily sensations, amplifying the molestations a thousandfold. Pleasurably so. More and more semen is called forth from the muffled teenager’s loins, another translucent orangey yellow tentacle facing the spurting cock head and striking inside of it like a cobra attacking its prey. Inserting itself into Dorn’s urethra and sucking up all his precious male essence directly.

The goo dragon once again shudders as he revels, his own translucent cock starting to ooze the boy’s very own stolen sperm:”Delicious. Now witness as I inseminate each and every last one of your tribe’s cubs, foolish warrior. With our nucleuses combined, my progeny shall be my strongest clutch yet.

Dorn can only witness helplessly as the entire gathering of unconscious cubs is drawn closer to the goo dragon in the middle of the room, the powerful entity seemingly floating up into the air of the cavernous room as his slime suspends him from the ceiling like a spider in its webs. Each and every cub, male or female, regardless of species or age, is turned away from the goo dragon with their tails held up high revealing their virginal pink anuses, balls, and slits. More orangey yellow tentacles emerge from the dragon’s body, with their tips shaped like humanoid mushroom headed cocks, plunging deeply into the small bodies of the passed out tribe children. Heads, limbs, and little ball sacs jiggle as a chorus of unconscious moaning and murmuring fills the ancient temple, the cubs between ages two and seven fucked by a forest of goo penises.

The sight is positively depraved, lewd, hedonistic. As if the goo dragon is a deity of the forest claiming its rightful dues according to dark ancient magic. Dorn is barely conscious himself, kept just alert just enough to be able to remember and realise what is going on whilst his body is milked for his sperm like one would a feral cow or goat for milk. He tries to struggle, to save his tribal brothers and sisters, but the most he can muster is the wriggling of his fingers and toes, and the fluttering of his eyelids. His body is deeply invaded and desecrated by the ooze dragon’s appendages, not a single space inside or out is safe from their caresses and suckling kisses. It is as if he’s ejaculating continuously, his pubescent brain overloaded with pleasures never experienced before. Rewiring some connections, manipulating the boy’s synaptic feedback. Programming a deep-rooted need and desire for sex with whatever and whomever, to become nothing more than a stud for breeding.

Some of the cubs awaken, their minds befuddled by the ooze dragon’s wicked aphrodisiac secretions as well, moaning and cooing loudly as their immature bodies are wracked with dark pleasures. Little cocklets are twitching, pussies are quivering, anuses are winking and clenching, each and every single entrance invaded and desecrated by the ooze dragon’s wickedness.

And then, from the pool of slime emanating from the entity floating in the middle of the room, translucent eggs emerge at the bottom of the many tentacles. The bulbous and soft ovums are transported up through the slimy appendages and the many cubs coo when the objects reach their entrances. There is slight resistance, one cub’s pussy or anus a little stronger than the other, but without fail all of them relent soon after to accept the ooze dragon’s insemination. There seems to be one more stage, though, as the orangey yellow tentacles move the first little wolf girl in front of the sludge entity’s groin.

The slimy translucent draconic cock is inserted smoothly in between the quivering chubby lips of the wolf pup’s vulva, a soft howling her only recourse as the dragon grabs her small hips and starts plowing the cub with vigour. If it were a fully solid creature and if not for the pain stilling aphrodisiac properties of his mucus, this would have hurt the little cub without a doubt. However, his cock is flexible and adjusts in size to the pressure inside of the pup’s delectable cunny, her private place tingling something nice as his secretions soothe her aching pussy:”Ah, wonderful. The younger they are, the tighter. It’s why I prefer them over adults.”

The goo dragon grunts and unloads inside the wolf pup’s throbbing swollen pussy, a stream of Dorn’s semen visibly running from the teenage brown bear’s urethra through a tentacle into the pool and up through the dragon’s body and penis inside the quivering cub. Dorn’s cock lurches as he sees this, realises the ooze dragon is going to impregnate every cub of the tribe with its own eggs and then fertilise them with the bear boy’s seed! The dragon lols out its tongue, turning its head towards Dorn and nodding, as if sensing the boy’s realisation:”That’s right, young warrior. You’re going to father my entire next clutch, stud. Your balls will sire more children in one night than your entire tribe could in a year.”

One by one the cubs all pass the ooze dragon’s mighty translucent cock, the milky white substance visibly running up the tract inside and inside each and every one of the cooing little bodies. Anus or pussy, it doesn’t matter. The ooze dragon’s composition and chemical elements transmogrify any and all flesh to be able to carry its spawn, male or female or otherwise. Tummy after tummy had become swollen after the insertion of the dragon’s egg, but once Dorn’s semen was injected into the mix they truly become taut, as if each of them has become several months pregnant.

Meanwhile, Dorn’s cock is relentlessly sucked from his juices from the inside by a tentacle, his balls working in overdrive to provide enough to seed the entirety of the tribe’s nursery. He feels a tinge of guilt in the back of his mind, as much as he’s still allowed to feel. He’s failed to protect them. He will never be allowed to call himself a warrior of his tribe again.

When the last of the older cubs is inseminated, the brown bear becomes aware of the ooze dragon’s tentacles emerging from all corners with the missing babies as well. They’re sleeping soundly, cradled in the slimy grasps of the appendages, and then he sees his little sister Rala. Dorn musters all his strength, breaking through the grasp of the tentacles just enough to weekly call for her:”Rala… Sorry…”

The ooze dragon takes notice, and the tentacle inserted in Dorn’s cock withdraws, leaving the boy’s proud penis to spurt jets of cum angrily like a loose firehose. Rala is brought into the entity’s arms and the goo dragon rubs the girl’s tummy whilst the other babies’ holes are being prepped by the remaining tentacles:”It seems you two share a connection. Yes… I can taste it. You are of the same blood. Brother and sister.”
The slimy strings levitating the dragon from the ground bring the entity closer to the exhausted Dorn, smiling at him as he spreads the newborn baby’s chubby pussy lips for the boy to see:”So you like fucking your sister. Hm. I’m not a monster, not in the way you call me. I will offer you the choice.”

The dragon lifts and holds the baby up over his groin and translucent cock, gently rubbing the tip of it against her pudgy folds:”Either I impregnate her tonight…”
Little Rala is then held above her brother’s spurting cock, the gushes of white creamy brotherly semen splattering against her chubby slit every few seconds as Dorn’s penis is still forced to continue cumming:”Or, I’ll let you be the father of your incestuous children. Your choice.”

Dorn’s voice is soft and low, but his body seems to have a mind of its own as his cock lurches up to bump its spongey mushroom cock head into his little sister’s pudgy vulva:”Me… She… She’s destined to be… my mate. Me father…”
The dragon nods and inserts a finger into Rala’s blushing newborn bear cunny, clearly pumping some chemical compounds inside of her:”Alright, give me a moment to prepare her physical constitution for you. Not that you know what that is.”

Dorn is moved more towards the centre of the ancient temple room by the tentacles restraining him, and the ooze dragon melts away only to reform behind the boy’s back. The thirteen-year-old bear warrior grunts as he can feel the entity’s firm yet flexible gelatine-like cock enter his tail hole deeply, fucking him whilst the dragon reaches around to hold the baby over Dorn’s crotch and lower her slit down onto her brother’s cock:”No halfway work, though. My secretions will make this possible and pleasurable for the both of you. Balls deep, boy!”

It’s as if the brown bear boy is caught in the wave of an ocean of goo, the dragon behind him crashing into him like the tide which in turn causes his own loins to smash into his tiny newborn sister’s. Her hungry slit easily gobbles up his fat mushroom head, enclosing the semen-spurting spongy tip within her loins and trapping his essence safely inside. Each thrust from the entity causing the boy to seat his cock more deeply inside the tiny body of his baby sister, until she is firmly seated upon his balls.

And then, at the peak of it all, an egg is also slipped inside Dorn’s backside through the ooze dragon’s cock, followed by a climax of his own sperm inseminating himself through the entity’s rod. Dorn howls out as Rala coos in her induced sleep, his seed already giving his sister’s tiny tummy a bulge as the torrent of sperm comes rushing back out over his loins. The world quickly grows black again as he can feel the dragon playing with his balls, milking them of every last drop as his every load is deposited inside his baby sister’s body:”Nighty night, young warrior. You’ll never experience pleasure like tonight again.”

A week later, the desperate tribe’s search parties find all of their young gathered together in a clearing near their camp, Dorn in the middle of the slimy cocoon with all the other cubs surrounding him. They’re all freed and inspected by the shaman, whom comes to the astonishing conclusion they’re all heavy with child, even the cubs only weeks old. Dorn tells his story, but there is little recourse but to have all the children carry out their pregnancies, male and female and otherwise, and hope all will survive the ordeal in good health. The clan moves away from the accursed place immediately, as far as they can possibly travel. They only set up camp when the first of the abducted goes into labour, Dorn’s taut round stomach throbbing as he’s the first to show the signs. May the earth mother show them mercy.