Warning: This story contains the brutal rape of an innocent cub. Is this is not your thing, then stop reading now. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I do not own Elena of Avalor. Elena of Avalor is property of Disney.

Troyo's Treachery

Surely he had to be getting close. He had followed the tail prints all the way from Avalor to Vallestrella, and yet there were still no other signs of Zephyr or Troyo. But he couldn't give up; He had to find Zephyr, he just had to. It was the least he could do after he and his siblings had ruined their dad's chances of becoming chief. But if he could rescue Zephyr, then maybe they would be forgiven and their dad could be chief again.

With great determination, Mingo pressed on, following the tracks through the lush jungles of Vallestrella. Lifting his nose to sniff at the wind, he finally picked up traces of Zephyr's scent mixed in with an unfamiliar canine stench, which he could only assume belonged to Troyo. Following the scent forward, he soon heard a pair of voices in the distance. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but from the sound of it, they were not getting along. He picked up the pace a little, and soon his goal came into view; A coyote sitting at the edge of a pond, who seemed to be arguing with... a Butterfrog? And lying next to him, tried from head to toe on a makeshift stretcher was the newly retired chief, Zephyr!

Zephyr happened to turn his head at that exact moment, his eyes making direct contact with the young Jaquin. He shook his head silently, warning the cub to stay back. The look in Zephyr's eyes told Mingo just how dangerous the situation really was, and he began to take a nervous step backwards... SNAP! An unseen twig cracked beneath his paw. In an instant, Troyo was right in front of him, leering down at the intruding cub. Mingo shrank back in fear, the coyote appearing far more imposing up close. What had he gotten himself into?

"Mingo!" a familiar voice called out from behind him.

He quickly turned back, and was relieved to find his dad! Along with his brother, sister, and Princess Elena! They had arrived just in the nick of time! They would show that meanie who's boss!

"Time to go!" Troyo announced in a hurry.

Mingo felt a pair of jaws clamp down around the scruff of his neck, and promptly hoist him into the air. His tail lashed out, wrapping around a nearby Anoki bush. "Hey! Let me go!" he demanded, resisting Troyo's tugs with all his might. Unfortunately this did little to stop the coyote. Soon his tail was yanked free, and he was tucked into stretcher alongside Zephyr.

Using his supernatural speed, Troyo quickly snatched up the reigns of the stretcher and made a beeline for a nearby cavern. The grotto turned out to be a labyrinth of caves, gnarled roots, and other plant life. However the pair of prisoners had little time to admire the grotto's natural beauty as they we swiftly pulled through crooked caverns and twisted tunnels by the speedy coyote. Deeper and deeper they were dragged into the seemingly endless maze, until finally they came to an abrupt halt.

"And here we are!" Troyo announced "Grotto Metamo!"

The cavern before them put the rest of the caves to shame. Shelves of rocks, lined with exotic foliage, stretched up as far as the eye could see. And in the center, a shower of pink glowing roots, illuminating the room with their mystic energy.

"Grotto Metamo is real?!" Mingo exclaimed, who despite the dire circumstances, felt a sense of wonder at learning that the fairytale he had heard so many times was actually real.

But he was quickly shaken back to reality as Troyo jerked the stretcher up to the base of the roots, and yanked the cub out from his bindings.

"That's right squirt." Troyo teased, booping the young Jaquin on the nose "And you're about to find out first hand how it works. Step one: Name a creature. Step two: Put you victim in the magic roots." he held Mingo uncomfortably close to the glowing roots "Step three: Victim changes into said creature, FOREVER!" he let out a maniacal chuckle "Repeat as necessary." he tacked on swiftly.

He held Mingo even closer to the enchanted roots, toying with the poor cub further. As if sensing an offering, the roots started to reach out for the helpless Jaquin, making him struggle to get away. Troyo enjoyed watching the cub whine and squirm within his grasp, desperate to avoid the grasping roots. In particular, his eyes were drawn to the boy's cute little rear end. Watching that flicking tail and wriggling rump sent a sudden surge of blood to his groin, and his devious mind couldn't help but imagine all the terrible things he could do with it. It seemed a shame to waste such a fine young behind.

"On second thought, I have a better idea." Troyo said, tossing the cub to the ground a short distance away.

As soon as Mingo hit the dirt, he tried to crawl away, but a swift paw pressed down on his back, pinning him in place.

"Ah, ah, ah." Troyo scolded him "You've been a naughty little boy, leading the others to me. And naughty little boys need to be punished."

Mingo whimpered pitifully at the prospect of punishment.

"Troyo, I swear if you harm one hear on his head..." Zephyr warned.

"Harm his head? Oh ho no; There's only one suitable punishment for being such a pain in my rear." Troyo replied, raising his paw back above his head.

Zephyr's eyes grew wide as he took the coyote's meaning "No! Don't!..."

Troyo brought the paw forward delivering a swift yet harsh smack to the cub's vulnerable cheeks. Mingo was completely unprepared for the strike, and squealed in anguish as pain suddenly exploded across his rear. He had never been spanked before, and needless to say it came as a shock to him. It was something he never wanted to experience again, but just as the intense ache started to fade to a faint sting, a second blow landed, eliciting a second wave of agony from his derriere. Tears streamed from his eyes as he struggled desperately to escape Troyo's grasp. But his infantile squirms were no match for the full grown coyote's strength. He could do nothing but claw feebly at the ground as Troyo delivered blow after blow to his back side.

"I'm sorry!... I'm sorry!... Please stop!..." Mingo cried out between sobs "Daddy!... Help me!..." he yelled in vain hope that his father would hear him.

His pleas fell on deaf ears though; If anything, they only seemed to spur the coyote's sadistic desires, causing him to deliver ever harder strikes to the poor cub's posterior. Zephyr couldn't stand to watch the scene playing out before him. He struggled restlessly within his bond, hoping to escape and save Mingo from the inhumane treatment he was receiving. However the bindings held tight, and all of his attempts ended in vain. Blast it! How did a coyote get so good at tying knots?

On the opposite end, Troyo was thoroughly enjoying himself. He loved the way the supple young flesh yielded to his strikes; He loved the way the cub jerked and squirmed under his grasp; And most of all, he loved the cries of anguish the young Jaquin let loose with each smack he delivered; Each squeal was like music to his ears. Punishing the helpless cub was really getting him worked up; It made him feel powerful, dominant, and most of all, horny. He could feel his libido growing, the results of which could be seen emerging from his canine sheath. Every blow sent a fresh rush of blood to his cock, making it pulse and swell with desire. It drove him to continue assaulting the boy's hind quarters, not letting up until his sizable shaft was throbbing at full mast.

It felt like an eternity to Mingo before Troyo finally stopped, leaving the young Jaquin a sniveling wreck, his buttocks severely bruised from the vicious beating. He trembled violently from a mixture of fear and the throbbing pain in his rear. Why was this happening to him?! He didn't want to be here anymore; He wanted to go home; He wanted his daddy!

"Okay Troyo, you've had your fun. Now let the boy go." Zephyr demanded, trying hard to mask his rage.

"Oh nononononono. That was just the warm up. The real fun is only just starting." replied cryptically.

"What?! Just what are you planning, you fiend?!" Zephyr demanded. But he didn't need to hear an answer; He could see it swinging between Troyo's legs; That thick red shaft of coyote meat. His eye's grew wide with horror as he realized Troyo's intent "You wouldn't dare." he growled threateningly.

Troyo chuckled a little, finding the Jaquin's distress rather amusing. "Wouldn't do what?" he feigned ignorance "This?" he asked positioning himself over the petrified cub, his shaft mere inches from the boy's back entrance.

"Troyo..." Zephyr spoke as if warning an out of line child.

"Or this?" Troyo teased, lowering the tip of cock to press between those two perfectly pert and swollen mounds of fat.

"Troyo!..."

Mingo whimpered pitifully as something warm and thick spread his sore butt cheeks and pressed up against his puckered tailhole. He didn't understand what was going on, but from the tone of Zephyr's voice, it was something even worse than the spankings. He let out a whine of distress, his inexperienced mind unable to imagine anything worse than the pain he had just endured.

Troyo shuddered with anticipation, feeling the boy's immature pucker quiver around the tip of his cock. It had been so long since he had sampled such a fine young tailhole. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to plow balls deep into the boy's behind on the spot. He didn't want to break the cub... yet. No, he wanted to savor this moment; After all, it wasn't every day that a cute young Jaquin just fell into his lap.

He began to wiggle his hips slowly, probing at the cub's back entrance. The sphincter resisted his advances, clenching hard to deny the unwanted invader entry. But Troyo was persistent, steadily applying more force as he worked his tip against the tight ring of muscles. Pre began to leak from his slit, lubing up the hole and easing his entrance into the cub's rear. Try as they might, the young cub's muscles couldn't hold up against the relentless assault. They slowly gave way, finally allowing the tip of the invader to slip into the boy's unused tunnel.

Mingo yowled in agony as the sudden intrusion quickly spread his virgin passage far beyond its limits. It was the worst pain he had ever felt, seeming as if his entire body had been skewered by the unseen shaft. But in cruel actuality, only the tip had penetrated his rectum, and things were about to get a whole lot worse for the unsuspecting cub.

Troyo paused for just a moment to allow his dick to adjust to the cub's incredibly tight bowels. He grunted as the anal muscles squeezed so hard around his cock that it was almost painful. But any pain that he felt was easily overshadowed by the pleasure the young Jaquin's hole was giving him. He began to buck his hips, forcing his length deeper into the unprepared cub. Progress was slow, but steady as he gradually stretching out the boy's unused tunnel.

All the while, Mingo continued to scream and sob. The poor Jaquin cub had never experience such torture. It felt like he was being impaled; Like every inch that sank into him was tearing him apart. "It hurts! It hurts! Please, take it out!" he begged for mercy, clawing wildly at the ground in a desperate attempt to escape his tormentor.

But again his pleas went unheeded. Troyo was far too focused on the task at hand. He huffed and grunted as he neared his objective, determined to shove every last bit of his length into the boy's tight little tailhole. However there was one thing standing between him and his goal, and that thing was several inches of thick swollen coyote knot. Try as he might, there was no way he was getting that knot inside without completely breaking the cub. So reluctantly, he came to a stop, taking a moment to bask in the warmth of the boy's trembling depths.

Mingo used the short reprieve to focus on his breathing, taking deep ragged breaths while he tried to cope with the intense pain radiating from his gut. It felt as though his innards had all be shoved aside to make room for the monstrous piece of coyote meat. He could feel it, twitching and throbbing within his depths, a foreign entity that did not belong. And then there was the ominous presence of Troyo's knot pressing against his sore butt cheeks. By this point, he was convinced that Troyo was going to kill him, and had no doubt that the knot would be used to tear him in half. But instead, something unexpected happened; Troyo began to remove his shaft from the cub's depths. Mingo felt a sense of relief, his naive young mind believing that perhaps the coyote was finally showing him mercy.

Sickening slurps echoed through the caverns as Troyo worked to pull his length from the boy's behind. It was a task the proved almost as difficult as entering the cub, the anal muscles still clinging tightly around his shaft despite the severe stretching they had been given. The faint scent of copper struck his sensitive nose. The boy was bleeding; The poor Jaquin's bowels undoubtedly torn by his massive member. Though he cared little for the cub's health, he couldn't help but wonder just how much damage he had managed to cause with his monstrous canine cock.

Only Zephyr could see the full extent of the damaged done. He watched in horror as the shaft slowly pulled out, stained with the blood of the innocent cub. It filled him with a renewed sense of revulsion for the demented coyote, but also a bit of disgust in himself for being powerless to stop it. He had always prided himself on being a protector of Avalor, and yet here he was, unable to save a single cub being raped right before his eyes. And what's worse, unlike Mingo, he knew all too well that it was far from over. If he didn't do something fast, the poor cub would be suffering more than ever.

It was almost over. His torment was almost at an end. At least that was what Mingo thought as Troyo's length receded from his abused bowels. But his hope was replaced with confusion and fear when the shaft suddenly stopped at his entrance, the tip still lodged inside his behind. He slowly connected the dot, and the horrific realization struck him just in time to brace for impact.

Troyo took only a moment to widen his stance and assure his footing... Then he thrust forward with all the might, burying his length within the cub's ultra tight hole in one single brutal motion. Mingo's mouth fell agape in a silent scream as pain tore through his body like never before. Troyo didn't give the poor cub any time to adjust, swiftly yanking cock back out and slamming it in again... and again... and again. His thrusts started out slow, but he gradually worked up a steady rhythm. Heavenly pleasure radiated from his groin. It just felt so good the way the cub's tight inner flesh hugged his cock, massaging and squeezing every inch of his length while he used the boy as his own personal fleshlight.

Mingo's world was one of anguish and misery. His previous torment seemed gentle compared to the brutal rutting he was receiving now. Pain wracked his tiny frame as that massive shaft ripped through his delicate innards. And that engorged knot only added to his torture by slapping against his bruised butt cheeks with every thrust the coyote took. He screamed, and sobbed, and choked, voicing his agony to all who could hear it.

Zephyr could hear it all too well, and it was more than he could bare. He began to thrash about violently, hoping to free himself from his bonds. Though the restraining vines chafed his fur and feathers, he was determined to break free at any cost. But despite his best efforts, he still could not wriggle out of his restraints. Despite his somewhat whimsical attitude, Troyo was no fool, and had taken great care to ensure that the former chief was thoroughly secured. But even if his struggles seemed fruitless, Zephyr wouldn't give up. He had to break out! He had to save Mingo!

Troyo could feel the wondrous sensation of orgasm building within him. But he wasn't ready to let his little thrill ride end just yet. Using his lightning speed, his hips became a blur, pounding the boy like a supersonic jackhammer. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he became lost in carnal desire, and rutted the cub like there was no tomorrow.

Mingo could hardly breathe, each lightning fast thrust forcing the air from his lungs before he could even finish a breath. He tried to scream, but all he could manager were frantic gasps. Mortal terror gripped the cub as his oxygen starved lungs burned for air. For an eternal instant, his body was ravaged by the purest of agonies before his senses finally started to numb and darkness crept around the edges of his vision. This was it! He was going to die!

Troyo couldn't hold it back anymore, the quivering cub was just too good. With one final thrust, he buried his length inside the Jaquin, shooting his load deep within the boy's innards. Splash after splash of fresh semen was deposited inside the cub's bowels filling every nook and cranny with creamy warm coyote spunk. Mingo's belly bloated with the sheer volume of seed being pumped into his body, the excess of which spilled from his abused tailhole, forming a small puddle between his legs.

Once Troyo finished emptying his balls into the poor cub, he slowly pulled his length from the boy. The room filled with a grotesque sloppy squelch, until finally, with an audible pop, the coyote's member was freed from the Jaquin's pucker. A fresh gush of cum and blood spilled from the boy's gaping tailhole, quickly pooling around his trembling body. Although Mingo was slightly relieved to have the instrument of his torture removed, it still left behind a lingering ache and a frightening emptiness in its wake. Everything hurt; Even the simple act of breathing sent ripples of agony across his ravaged body. And so he just laid there, wishing for the pain to stop, and praying for this horrible nightmare to end.

"I've gotta say, you've got a fine tailhole, kid." Troyo commented "Maybe Jaquins are good for something after all."

Zephyr could hardly believe what he had just witnessed "I always knew you were twisted Troyo, but I never imagined you could be this depraved." Zephyr uttered in shock "I see now that banishment was too good for you. When I get out of this, I'm going to tear you apart with my own two claws!"

"Ooh, I'm so scared!" Troyo feigned concern "Or at least I would be, but I think someone's going to be a bit preoccupied with being a Butterfrog." The coyote snatched the stretcher and propped it up right in front of the mystical roots. He let out a delighted chuckle, reveling in his imminent victory. "Butterfrog." he said, flicking the stretcher with the tip of his claw, nudging it over the center of gravity.

Zephyr found himself falling face first towards the magic roots, powerless to stop his inexorable plummet into their grasp. A blast of blinding light filled the room, and moments later, a humble Butterfrog came tumbling from the roots. Although his species was entirely different, it was clear that it was still Zephyr, the colors and markings of his skin closely resembling those of his former fur. He stared down at his smooth clawless fingers in disbelief, struggling to come to terms with the reality of his situation. His proud and strong Jaquin body lost forever, replaced by that of a lowly Butterfrog; This couldn't be real.

But as distressing as his transformation was, he knew that Mingo's situation was far worse. If the poor cub wasn't rescued soon, who knew what other kinds of horrors the demented coyote would put him through. Zephyr had no choice but to swallow his pride; He had to find the others and get their help, even if it meant them seeing him in this pitiable state. He jumped into the air, attempting to take flight. But his new butterfly wings were a far cry from his old feathered ones, and he ended up falling flat on his stomach, right at the feet of the giggling coyote.

"Oh, did baby fall down? Here let me lend you a paw." Troyo mocked the fledgling Butterfrog before plucking it up from the ground and holding it in front of his evil grinning face. Zephyr returned him a hateful sneer as he tried to wriggle himself free from the coyote's grasp. "You know, normally I can't stand the taste of Butterfrogs, but for you, I think I'll make an exception." That statement caused Zephyr to freeze in shock as he recalled what Troyo had said he had done to the last Butterfrog he had gotten his claws on. Surely he couldn't seriously mean to...?!

Zephyr's question was quickly answered as Troyo licked his chops and opened his mouth wide, dangling the helpless Butterfrog above his salivating maw. Zephyr stared down into the fleshy tunnel. He couldn't help but shiver a little at the sight of the rippling throat muscles, eager to drag him into darkness. He never expected it to end like this. And why would he have? He had been a great and powerful Jaquin after all; Their were few creatures higher on the food chain than him. But it seemed fate had played a cruel joke on him, and he would go out, not as a proud and noble warrior, but as a mere snack to a deranged coyote.

Troyo gave Zephyr but a moment to reflect on his fate before dropping the helpless Butterfrog into his awaiting maw. With a resounding "clack!" that seemed to echo throughout the caverns, Troyo snapped his mouth shut, sealing the former chief within his gullet. He took a single powerful gulp, sending the struggling bulge down his throat, where it disappeared forever into his gut.

"Guh!" Troyo gagged "I have GOT to think of something tastier to turn Jaquins into! I wonder if Stinkbat's are any good? Hmmm, no, too stinky. What about Peabunnies? Bleh, too feathery. Oh wait, or maybe Veloz Ciervos..."

Mingo was hardly listening to the coyote's rant. He simply laid there, stewing in a pool of cum and blood, staring blankly into the distance. He couldn't believe this was happening. His juvenile perception of heroes and villains was completely shattered. He had always dreamed of being a guardian like his father; Beating the bad guys, and protecting the citizens of Avalor. But torture, rape, and death, these were concepts that had never crossed the cub's innocent young mind. The world of crime fighting was a harsh and dangerous place, and the good guys didn't always win. This was the cruel reality he had to face. Zephyr was gone, and chances were he would never see his father, mother, or siblings again. Any hope he had of escape had been utterly destroyed, along with his innocence. He wanted to cry, to bawl until sleep took him, but he simply had no tears left.

Troyo finally finished up his little monologue, and now had to decide on his next course of action. It would still be problematic if the others found him now. There was no way he could take on both an enraged Jaquin and a magical princess. He was a schemer, not a fighter. It would probably be best to lay low for a while. Revenge could wait. Besides, he wanted to spend more quality time with his new little toy. A bit giddy from his recent victory, he trotted over to the catatonic cub. "Come along now, squirt." Troyo instructed, snatching up the boy once again "I need you to help me work off this meal. I still want to see if I can sink my knot into that sweet little tailhole of yours, and I don't want the others stumbling in on our little play time." With that, he zipped from the cavern and out into Vallestrella, eager to find a secluded place where he could be alone with his new prize. It was going to be a long night for both of them.

When the others finally arrived at Grotto Metamo, all they would find was an empty cavern. No Zephyr; No Mingo; No Troyo; Only a dried puddle of blood and cum to tell of the unspeakable atrocities that had been committed there.