Perig was getting nervous. He'd told his parents he'd be sleeping over at a friend's, but in truth it was barely 21:00 and he was sitting under a street lamp a few blocks over. A week ago, he'd gotten an IM from an acquaintance who'd offered him more wank material if he followed a set of instructions. Perig had gotten a sample—a photo gallery of kits being molested in the nude, sporting tiny little stiffies as they were masturbated or having their vulvae spread for the camera—and agreed. So here he was, playing a throwaway title on his phone.

A truck rolled up about five minutes later, and the passenger-side window rolled down. "Yo, po'boy." Even as the teenager stood and got in, he was having second thoughts, but he knew he'd committed as soon as he left the house. The driver turned out to be only three years older than Perig himself, and they exchanged pleasantries and banter along the way.

After about 45 minutes, the truck reached its destination: a farmstead. Perig was dropped off at the workers' entrance to the barn, having been informed along the way of the entry process, which included a passphrase and a photo of face and groin. When he was granted access, he stood slackjawed for a few minutes after the door shut behind him and the actual premises were revealed from the inner door of the entryway.

There were a few dozen kits milling about, and about half as many adults and teenagers. Some kits were actively being molested, and there were one or two clearly-pregnant kits—presumably having undergone puberty earlier than usual. As he watched, one of the younger kits was picked up and bent over a table, then unceremoniously fucked, by a greymuzzled fox. Contrary to what Perig expected, however, the kit clearly enjoyed having her ass filled by the todd.

"Howdy, po'boy," said an adult who'd approached while Perig was distracted. "I'm here to show ya the ropes and to introduce ya to the parts we keep underground so's not to disturb these kits."

Perig nodded and followed the black-furred grownup—his badge had identified him as 'Coal', obviously a pseudonym—down a stairway that was adjacent to the entryway. Below was another double-doored passage; unlike the aboveground entryway, however, it led to a series of passages, with doors opening up to various rooms. Directly across the hall from this entryway was a door into a much larger room, though it was impossible tell what lay inside it.

Coal led the way into this room and over to a bank of displays, each providing a series of  feeds over a single room, with controls to change the audio over to any one room's. Several rooms were occupied at the moment, and Perig stared slackjawed at those feeds for a few seconds before Coal cleared his throat.

"The kits topside're for the nice ones, but as you can see, the ones underground're meant to be abused," the black fox said. He indicated one of the occupied rooms, where the adult occupant was busily raping a visibly-pregnant nine-year-old kit. "We don't much care whatcha do, s'long as you don't maim, kill, or seriously injure them; bruises fade, after all. And, of course, we have animal companions...and babies and toddlers."

Perig nodded, attention temporarily grabbed by what looked like a miniature pony stallion mounting a seven-year-old kit, while the adult occupant facefucked the kit. Coal smirked, then turned the teenager around.

"So. We know your tastes—the fellow who paid your membership told us—and we've got a room ready with a toddler and a Bernese mountain dog. Right this way..."

Perig nodded again and followed Coal down several hallways to an unmarked room. The adult unlocked it with a swipe of a keycard and a PIN the teenager was too dazed to pay attention to, then opened the door and gently pushed the boy in.

"Enjoy yourself."

The room was fairly large, featuring a bed, a large crate holding the dog Coal had mentioned, a wooden frame which held a struggling, whingeing young boy, and several toychests labeled with their contents. There were unobtrusive cameras in several places, and the walls were decorated with depictions of various sex acts involving kits.

Perig disrobed as soon as the door closed, his sheath swollen with need; the tip of his shaft poked out and his knot was outlined by the pocket of flesh. He freed the three-year-old kit and carried him over to the bed. The unfortunate toddler could already tell what was going to go down and struggled even more...and then he was pinned down to the bed as Perig lined up his unlubricated shaft.

"AAAAAAAAAAGH! AWWWAAAAAAH!" the poor kit screamed and sobbed as he was penetrated, tailhole stretched painfully taut around the teenager's penis. The young boy's anal ring soon reddened under the assault as Perig began to thrust away, pre and, after a few seconds, blood soon providing the necessary lubrication.

It didn't take the older kit long for his first orgasm to take over, cock twitching inside the screaming toddler as spurt after spurt of cream flooded the young boy's bowels. Meanwhile, the Bernese wagged, his sheath swollen as a result of obscene training triggering a Pavlovian reaction to the scent and sound of toddler abuse. After a few minutes, Perig withdrew, then strapped the sobbing young kit into the frame again. He padded over to the crate and opened it, letting the Bernese mountain dog out—the crate called him 'Barry'.

"Go get 'im, Barry," the teen instructed...mostly redundantly, as the dog had already stuck his nose under the toddler's tail, lapping up the mixture of blood and cum oozing out of the young boy's rump. The dog then mounted, air-humping for a few seconds before his cock was able to drive home into the younger kit's ass. This time, the screaming was more agonized—the kit's anal ring had torn as a result of Barry's girth—as the three-year-old was raped again.

Over the next two hours, the young toddler's screams became more and more hoarse. Perig and Barry each got another two or three fucks in, with Perig finally managing to wedge his knot into the boy's rump on his fourth go-round. By this point, the toddler's tailhole was gaping on withdrawal, cum and blood running down his scrotum and thighs to drip onto the—fortunately brown—carpet below. Perig's crotchfur was matted down with drying blood and cum by the time he flopped onto the bed, thoroughly spent.