What is it people like to say? Sinners go to hell, and virtuous people go to heaven? If that were the case, hell would have a special place for someone like Cole. Molester. That's a word typically used to describe a wolf-like Cole, through lecher is also rather fitting. He's not a horrible person by any stretch of the imagination; he pays his taxes, he works a 9 to 5 job earning a cushy wage in a job that hasn't really advanced in recent years, and he lives alone in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. Those are all the qualities that someone would want out of a law-abiding citizen and a neighbour: what better person than one who keeps to himself? But Cole harbours a deeper, darker secret...and only once in a blue moon was he unable to take it anymore. It was Halloween, in the middle of the night. This wasn't the only time boys and girls were out in full force, but it was definitely one of the few times in which they'd be out after dark. Cole couldn't resist a cute cub all dressed up in a costume when once presented itself to him and, frankly, he had spent too long waiting. On that Halloween night, he was resolved to take a cub from the streets and sate his own desire...but he was smart about it. Not many people in his neighbour knew him, but he knew better than to rely on that. He instead drove out early in the evening, under the cover of darkness, to a completely different district in the city-- still suburban, still middle class, but nowhere near his own home. That way, no-one would recognise him...but for added measure, just to be sure, he'd brought along the most low-effort costume he could find; a fake bloodied-up hoodie with a mask. It if could help to obscure his face, he was willing to take it. For a while, Cole sat parked on the street, acting as if he were rummaging around in his glove pocket or similar-- though he kept the light off, not wanting to draw attention to himself as he occasionally cast his gaze over the street beyond, where cubs wandered, pails in hand. Middle-class kids were the best when it came to Halloween costumes; they weren't so impoverished as to have cheap, low effort costumes that looked like something out of a dollar store, nor were they so haughty or high-end as to not want to do trick-or-treating at all. Instead, they were squarely in the middle, with enough childlike wonder to want to take part in seasonal festivities whilst also having their parent's money at their disposal to have a creative, good-looking costume. Boys were arguably better than girls, and that wasn't because of Cole's own preference; girls were more chaste and innocent and forced by their parents to wear less revealing outfits than boys, who could run around topless without a care in the world. To that end, Cole's body quivered with delight at the sight of cute outfits on the boys wandering by, from vampires to werewolves, to even mummies or characters from cartoons. Cole's main problem was finding a suitable cub to...well, take home. Kidnapping would be a more accurate word for what he was about to do, but frankly, Cole didn't like to think too much about the repercussions of his actions-- rather, his attention was more on getting what he wanted out of it. He cast his gaze over the wandering cubs until his eyes fixated on a lone boy, with no one else around him...specifically, no friends who were walking by his side. A cub, all out on his own, without supervision...most parents would feel safe, but they were about to regret their decision. The wolf straightened, looking at himself in the mirror; he looked fairly ordinary. His fur was a muddy mixture of brown and grey, but it was clean, prim and proper. Though he looks a little gross in the hoodie covered in obviously fake blood, he still looked fairly docile, the pure opposite of intimidating. He reached to the passenger seat and took the canine muzzle shaped mask he had sitting there, hooking it over his face and tugging his hood up. It did a good job of obscuring his face, and it only had a couple of holes for him to see out of as well as a few holes along the muzzle, so he could breathe. It reeked of plastic, but that was fine. With that, he put his car into drive and twisted the wheel, sliding his vehicle out of its parking space and onto the main road. At first, he drove past the boy, for he was on the wrong side of the road. He took a turning up ahead into a secluded alleyway and then did a u-turn so that he could go back the other way, this time on the boy's side. At first he drove slowly, wanting to make sure that those nearby wouldn't notice him approach or even care-- though it's unlikely that any of the kids would pay attention to a car driving down the street. He eventually pulled to a halt when the boy was only a short distance away, and the closer he got the better that the man could make out his features. The cub looked to be a skunk, only around 10 years of age, if he had to guess. He was average in height-- again, purely guessing-- and was covered head to toe in black fur, where the typically white stripes that most skunks bore were instead a deep dark blue that Cole wouldn't have really noticed were it not for the streetlamp above. The boy was clad in a costume akin to a cowboy outfit, complete with a large curved brim hat iconic to the theme, along with a sleeveless vest and a loose, tan-coloured jacket. The most notable, and arguably the most arousing thing about his outfit was his pants; a set of asshole chaps, which was pretty standard for cowboys to wear, but they could normally wear some kind of jeans beneath-- to Cole's surprise, however, the skunk cub was only wearing a set of briefs. The man's first thought was that the cub would be cold, but his thoughts quickly drifted to lewd ones at the sight of that little bulge in the underwear, and for some time he stared at it, his body tingling with desire. The boy had picked out the perfect colour to match the dark brown of his chaps-- white, to be specific-- and his shirt matched his underwear. It was the ideal outfit for a boyish individual, but for Cole is the perfect seduction technique. At all costs, he wanted the boy, and luckily, his chance was coming up. The boy was nearing the window, so Cole quickly rolled the window down to talk to him. "Hey, kid," The canine began from behind his mask, his voice muffled as he rested an arm over his open window. "That pail looks real heavy. What's your name?" "Uh...Mason," The skunk replied, glancing down the street before stepping closer to the car. "Can I help you, mister?" "You live around here?" The man asked, raking his gaze over the boy's form whilst he was able to-- the cub couldn't see behind his mask anyway, and the lack of light made it easy to shield where his eyes were looking. That bulge looked so hot, and as the cub shifted on the spot it jiggled, detailing how ample it was. A shiver rolled up the man's spine, but he kept it down...for now. "Uh...no, I'm a little far off," Mason hummed, pointing down the road where he was walking. "Oakview meadow." "Oh, that's quite far," The man-made a point of sounding concerned, though he was secretly becoming more and more nervous. "Do you want me to give you a ride? I don't mind." "Oh, um..." The boy looked awkward and apprehensive at first, but after a few moments, he stepped closer to the car. Cole reached down to the controls at the front of the car to unlock the passenger doors at the back and the boy opened up the door, climbing inside. When he closed the door, Cole quickly and silently re-enabled the lock, effectively making the boy unable to leave. With that, Cole check the rear-view mirror and then turned the wheel, double-checking to make sure there were no oncoming cars before he took a U-turn from his parking spot and headed back down the way he was driving before. Any law-abiding citizen would have taken the cub straight home, but Cole's intention was the opposite, of course. He initially made it seem like he was driving towards the street the boy had talked about, but when they were only a minute or so out he took a subtle turn into a completely different street. He glanced up to the rear-view mirror, his heart pounding in his chest, and he was surprised to find that the boy didn't even make mention of it. Cole chalked it up to the boy not knowing the route very well, or maybe even placing too much trust in him. If the latter were the case, he was in for a rude awakening. Cole drove for another handful of minutes, making his way from the suburban neighbourhood further downtown into the more run-down areas of the city. There was no chance that no one would come looking for the boy there, nor did Cole even live there. It was only for right now, anyway-- when he was done with the boy, he'd drop him off somewhere near where he lived. He had no intention of keeping the boy all to himself. Slowly, he rolled into the car park of a factory that had long since been abandoned. It was dark and quiet; not even the street lights nearby were working, that was just how run-down the area was. As he killed the engine, the silence of the city in its darkest moments enveloped them...and still, the skunk didn't say a word, at least not at that moment. "...This isn't my street." Mason eventually said as the man unfastened his seatbelt. Cole leant to the side, reaching over to tug at the lever beneath the passenger seat, which caused it to swung forwards and flatten, allowing him access to the back. He climbed over the gearstick as the cowboy cub squirmed and pressed himself up against the car door. He reached out to pull at the handle to get out and realised it was locked. "What are you doing?" The boy raised his voice just a little and Cole, who didn't even reply, moved ever closer. He reached out and planted a hand on the top of the back seats, using it for leverage as he scooted himself all the way to the back seats, getting closer to the boy. Mason pressed himself as close to the car door as possible, but there was no way he was going to avoid the canine, not now that he was approaching. The cowboy kicked out his legs, but they felt weak against the canine's body, and with a hand he easily swept them aside, forcing the boy to spread his legs so that he could settle in between them. Slowly, Cole pulled his hood back and tugged off his mask, tossing it to the side and exposing his face. It didn't matter now that the two of them were alone, with no one to recognise them, and he was confident that the boy would never be able to point him out in a line-up. "Just keep still and I won't hurt you." The canine growled as he lowered his head, reaching out with a hand and pressing his hand to the boy's chest. The skunk instinctively reached out to grab onto the man's wrist in an effort to push him away, but the difference in their strength was staggering. The canine bore himself down on the boy until his muzzle was mere inches from Mason's own, and before the cub could cry out, he forced his lips upon him. Cole was fully expecting the boy not to kiss him back, and that was fine-- the mere act alone was enough to stir the perverted adult, who pressed his muzzle down and licked against the skunk's lips, trying to coax him into parting his lips as his hands began to move. He plucked and pulled at the costume the boy had him, forcing the jacket over his shoulders to expose more of his body, particularly his lithe shoulders and arms. The skunk squirmed against him and tried to push with his body, but his strength was weak; he couldn't even move Cole an inch. Empowered by his staggering strength, Cole continued, his hands pushing the jacket further down until the boy's hands were stuck, at least for a moment. With him briefly incapacitated, the adult canine continued to try to force his tongue into the boy's mouth as his hands roamed elsewhere, pulling up the boy's chest and sinking his hands against the boyish flesh. It felt soft and inviting, and as his hand roamed up to the cub's chest, he could feel that hammering heartbeat, encouraging him further. The man eventually relented when it became clear the boy wasn't going to open his muzzle, and he turned his attention elsewhere. With a growl, he drifted his hands down towards the boy's legs and yanked hard as he scooted backwards, effectively dragging the boy away from the car door and across the back seats. He manhandled the cub and flipped him over, briefly entangled with the 10-year-old's legs and struggling to handle his squirming body. After a few minutes of begging, thrashing and squirming, however, Cole did eventually manage to get the boy on his front, much to his relief and frustration. There, he was greeted to the amazing sight of the boy's behind, revealed thanks to his assless chaps. The curvature of the cub's white briefs made it look like he had quite the plump ass, and Cole couldn't resist giving it a squeeze. It was soft and ample, and as he clenched his fingers he marvelled at how much thicker it was compared to other boys his age. Desire surged up his spine and his loins swelled at the mere thought, and Cole grew impatient as a result. Mason tried desperately to crawl across the back seats, reaching up to the car door handle, but Cole knew it was locked, the boy's efforts futile. "You've got such a nice fucking ass, kid," Cole growled as he reached down with a hand, swiftly meeting his palm to one cheek. "I can't wait to shove my cock inside you..." A whimper escaped the cub's throat as he was spanked and he tensed, tail standing on end and inadvertently exposing himself. Eager to see more of it, Cole dragged his hand up and grabbed the waistband of the underwear, roughly yanking it down at the back to expose those black-furred cheeks. He grabbed the bare cheek with one hand and spread it for a moment, before jamming his thumb in between the crack for more leverage. He exposed the boy's hole as the boy clamped his legs together, trying to hide himself, and with a hungry groan of lust Cole shifted forwards, settling his crotch against the boy's exposed ass. Mason tried to fling his hands back, but Cole was prepared for his resistance; when one hand swung back, he grabbed it with his free hand and pressed it to the boy's back, replacing the hand that had been holding him down with the other one, thereby freeing up the other by extension. Mason couldn't do much to stop him with one hand behind his back, which was perfect for Cole-- the canine reached down to his own crotch, wrestling the button of his jeans free so he could yank his pants down, just a little, along with his underwear. Seconds later, he laid the length of his hardening canine cock across the cub's ass, letting it throb and twitch against his cheeks. "What do you think?" Cole panted, his voice husky and dripping with desire. "Pretty big, right? Daddy's gonna fuck you with his big cock..." Mason whimpered again, though this time he sounded more defeated than defiant, and with a lick of his lips Cole dragged back, letting the underside of his knotted cock drag against the boy's fur before he thrust forwards. His knot swelled with the stimulation and a needy string of pre-cum shot out from his cock, landing across the small of the cub's back. He grinded and humped a few more times, enjoying the feeling of those instinctively clenching cheeks, before he dragged back enough for the tapering tip to wedge and poke between those cheeks. He slid forwards, sighing as his tip pressed firmly to the entrance-- he could only assume the boy is a virgin, for he squirmed and quietly pleaded as Cole pressed his cock firmer and firmer to that squeezing ring. With a grunt, Cole steadied himself and pushed down, sighing when those clenching walls finally gave in, allowing him to sink inside. The feeling of those innards is warm and inviting and so delightfully pleasurable, further accentuated by the cub's squirming and those thick, plump young cheeks. When Cole had first started doing this-- the act of kidnapping and raping boys-- he hadn't enjoyed the way they'd struggled at first, but over time he'd come to enjoy it. He relished the way they trembled, the way their insides clamped down and gripped as tightly as they could around his cock, trying to squeeze him out. Mason was no different; as he plunged deeper he was met with resistance, but his own pre-cum made it easier and easier to plunge down until, eventually, his knot kissed with that spasming ring. He sighed and kneaded his knot against his ass, keeping Mason's hand pinned to his back as he squeezed that ample ass with the other. His head bumped with the ceiling of the car and he struggled for a moment to put his legs into a comfortable position that provided him with each leverage. He eventually ended up planting one foot on the car's floor whilst his other knee pressed to the back seat, and he tugged back, enjoying just how tightly to cub gripped as he withdrew. Had he all the time in the world, he would have savoured this moment; Cole, however, knew that he didn't have much time. If he still had the boy when the night was over, then the police would get involved, which would only make things more complicated. Before he could tug back and thrust some more, however, he felt his weight shift, and not of his own free will. He was forced to withdraw from the boy as he was pushed back, and a sudden surge of strength shot through his body. His vision blurred for a moment and snapped back into focus as his back hit the car door on the opposite side, his head bouncing off the glass. For a moment he was disoriented, his head stinging from the collision, and for a moment his vision dulled before he managed to come to his senses. Across the other side of the car, the skunk dropped his head, making his expression unreadable. Slowly, Mason rolled onto his back and sat up, lifting his gaze-- Cole could see that something had changed about him. His once hazel eyes, brimming with innocence, seemed to almost shine red-- Cole initially chalked it up to the light, but then he realised that there was no real light around them, not even a street lamp or a parked car. As the skunk shifted, the glow in his eyes didn't fade or falter, further cementing the sudden change. The cub leant forwards, reaching out with his hands to touch the car seat and slowly crawling his way forwards, crossing the impossible cramped, short distance between them. His innocent expression, his awkward smile, both of those were gone; in their place was a completely different person, one with a sinister smile and a wicked glint in his eye. "Aw, did I bust your balls?" The boy tilted his head to the side and performed a mock grimace, before he giggled, shifting and reaching back with a hand. He delved his fingers into the waistband of his already pulled down underwear and slid them down further, effectively exposing himself more. His little cock could barely be made out in the excruciatingly dim light, but Cole could at least see that it was hard and turgid, definitely at full mast. A sudden and abrupt aroma filled the canine's nostrils-- it was like the scent of cinnamon, but it smelt almost burnt, like overcooking toast. A tingle swept across the man's body and he felt strangely more turned on than before, despite the pain and situation; his cock twitched between his stretched out legs, readily leaking pre-cum from a sudden surge of arousal, that peculiarly coincided with the new scent. The boy seemed to notice, and he reached out with a hand, grasping the pre-sticky cock and stroking down its length. Cole shuddered from the sensation and he gritted his teeth, letting out a groan, and that seemed to amuse Mason even more. "Good boy," The boy murmured. "So, you thought it'd be fun to kidnap a kid, have your way with him and then just dump him on the side of the road, huh? You've got balls, I'll give you that...but you messed with the wrong kid." Cole felt...strangely unsettled. He wanted to say no, but he was also turned on; it was that strange scent that was driving him so, but his mind was becoming so cloudy that he couldn't quite understand what was happening, even though he should. Before him, Mason moved and slid up his body, until his head was mere inches from Cole's own. The canine sagged his head to the side and reached out, managing to sluggishly put a hand on the boy's shoulder and tried to push him back, but he found himself unable to wrestle him off. He couldn't tell if it was because he had no strength or if the boy was just suddenly that much stronger. "Not so tough now, are we?" The boy giggled, shifting and turning in his seat until he was facing away from the man, his doughy, ample ass grinding up against the man's cock. A groan escaped the man's lips as his cock fervently begged for more, his body accommodating the boy's ass where his mind resisted. Cole tried to shift beneath him, to squirm away to ease the boy off, but the combination of that burnt cinnamon scent and the boy's glimmering eyes petrified him-- even the car windows were becoming foggy. With a smirk, Mason dragged his plump ass all the way up the man's cock, reaching towards the tapering tip. He reached a hand back, curling his fingers around the ample, 8-inch cock and angling it towards him, the tip once again meeting with his slightly stretched ass. He pushed down, taking that cock with considerably more ease than before, and the boy groaned, lidding his gaze and sinking his hips down. He took the entirety of the length, all the way that swollen, pulsing knot, and Cole reached out to try and push against his back, but the boy merely resisted his pushing, arching his back and pressing down harder. His ass kneaded and squished firmly against that pulsing knot, threatening to take it at any moment, and though Cole tried to push him off, he couldn't stop himself from gritting his teeth and letting out a pleasurable hiss. Slowly, the skunk began to raise himself up before lowering again, beginning in on a steady rhythm as he started to ride the man's cock. Cole shifted beneath him and kicked out with a leg in an effort to find some sort of purchase or strength, but his heel scuffed weakly against the car seat and his muscles felt weak. He couldn't stop the boy from rising and falling, slowly but surely milking and pleasuring his cock with that plump behind as that burnt scent wafted through the air. He rose and fell with apparent ease, and the more that he moved the greater it felt. Cole couldn't resist groaning-- despite his addled, hazy mind, his body greatly enjoyed the effort the boy was putting in. After a while, Mason slowly leant back, pressing his back to Cole's clothed chest, the boy's blue and black fur pressing to that bloody hoodie. He angled his head back and Cole's gaze flicked down to look at him; strangely enough, Cole could feel something hard poking at his shoulder blades as the skunk grinned wider and wider, and Cole's curiosity was quashed when he realised what was probing him. It was a pair of horns, that protruded and grew from the boy's head, taller and taller, as the Skunk rolled his hips in a circle and squeezed his innards, deliberately massaging that cock. If Cole previous had any doubt on what the boy was, it was all but confirmed when he saw those horns. He was a demon. Mason smirked at Cole's now wide-eyed expression and moved faster, beginning to huff through his small lips as his own pleasure grew. Cole was completely unaware of how much the skunk was enjoying himself, for all he could feel was his own pleasure and the panicking thoughts that swam through his mind, questioning anything and everything. His own groans shifted from being soft and quiet to more carnal and heavy, akin to grunts rather than moans. Mason seemed to enjoy the shift in pleasure and capitalised on it, lifting his hips and returning to the same rhythm as before, this time quicker and heavier. He rose with a certain degree of finesse, but each time he let gravity do most of the work, landing on the man's pulsing knot and making him tense and shudder. The skunk started to pick up speed rather quickly, and Cole didn't have the mental capacity to question whether it was due to the adult's own pleasure or Mason's, but regardless there was nothing he could do to stop it. Even as the tightness in his loins grew tighter and tighter, he still couldn't muster the energy to ease the skunk off him, and he ultimately chalked it up to the boy's strength-- for a monster such as him, it would make sense. Mason was starting to pound himself down with a greater intensity, the wet squelching of their sex bouncing around the interior of the car. Cole could see the way the cub's ring stretched slightly over his knot, ever so close to plunging down and tying with him. Cole wondered if the boy ever would, or if he intended to tease and torture him for hours. Suddenly, his question was answered. With a sigh, the skunk shoved down with a lot more force than before and Cole squirmed beneath him as his knot was forced inside the boy, past his ring and deep inside. Immediately, those innards clamped down and Mason lifted his hips up, deliberately tugging on the adult's knot-- that's just what Cole's body needed to tip him over the edge. A wave of nausea and dismay washed through Cole's body as a restrained groan escaped his lips, and in an instant he climaxed, his knot swelling to its peak as he shot rope after rope into the cub's insides. There was no doubt in Cole's mind that this was the hardest he'd ever orgasmed in his entire life, and as Mason pushed down and wriggled his hips and by extension his ass, all Cole could think about was how he was stuck to the boy, unable to pull out until his knot had deflated. Mason rolled his head back, prodding his horns against Cole's shoulders again, and a giggle escaped his lips as he brought his hand up. His eyes bore a menacing glow as he brought his digits to his lifts, visibly glistening in that red light, and he licked something off of his fingers, though Cole couldn't tell what. The boy's other arm snaked up and hooked around Cole's neck, tugging his body forwards and forcing him to look down, his muzzle mere inches from Mason's own, with the skunk's thick, ample tail wedged between them, tickling the canine's chin. Mason parted his lips, and there was a faint wisp to his breath. Cole could tell there was some kind of raw power there, but he didn't know how. That scent seemed to strengthen-- the smouldering aroma of burning cinnamon...or perhaps it was more like charcoal. Brimstone? Cole couldn't place it, but its overpowering smell made it hard to breathe. No, it wasn't the smell that was making his breathing hard; it was the boy. Those faint wisps weren't just coming from Mason's mouth, but Cole's too-- they wafted from his parted, panting lips to the boy's own, and as Cole tried to suck in a breath it seemed to only exacerbate the issue. Mason giggled, his eyes wide with a mixture of delight and malice, and Cole was filled with terror. As he felt his strength fading, all he could focus on was those horrifying eyes and the flesh clutching tightly around his knot, pumping deep into the boy as if he were emptying his very soul into him. The last thing he could remember was a giggling, boyish laugh.