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He wanted to turn it off, to stop the tape, but the 9 year old was paralyzed with fear unable to bring himself to move an inch, lest the terrifying wolf man on the TV appear behind him. He thought he was going to be sick as he saw another limb get slowly sawed off the poor screaming rabbit kid on the screen. Dexter had never seen so much blood before, and he never wanted to again. \n\nHe hated this part of Halloween. He wished he'd never taken the dare from the creepy loner wolf kid in his class. He should have said no, but he didn't want to seem uncool. He'd been dared to watch a scary movie. He thought it wouldn't be so bad. The wolf boy came to school that morning with a homemade tape with \"[color=#cc0000][b]KIDNAPPER CHRONICLES[/b][/color]\" written on the label in bold, blood red sharpie. Dexter thought he must have burned it or found it at a thrift store somewhere. \"It's just a movie. It's not real. He's not real. He can't hurt you. It's just a movie…\" Dexter thought to himself, squeezing his tail even tighter. \"It looks so real, though.\" he whispered out loud, quiet enough to not even be a whisper as the child on screen let out one final truly blood curdling scream before the light in his eyes gave out, his suffering finally over. The heavily scarred face of the giant wolf man appeared on screen, the man crouching down to lay an ear at the boys chest and smiling at the lack of sound. \n\nHe tied a chain around the dead boy's feet and flicked a switch behind the blood drenched steel shop table, an electric winch slowly dragging the body off of it and up into the air, hanging upside down. Dexter winced, squeezing his tail painfully as the wolf quickly ran a knife along the bunny's neck, bleeding him out into a bucket like a feral deer. The man laughed, a deep, gravelly voice booming from him. \"[b]Come and eat, Rex![/b]\" he yelled, a large feral rottweiler running into frame, stump tail wagging wildly as the man threw one of the bunny's arms into a large metal bowl on the floor. The screen went black, and Dexter breathed a sigh of relief until words appeared on screen. \"[b]DAY 2[/b]\" was plastered in bold across the screen, slowly fading out as a sidewalk faded into view, the camera shakily following it as it came upon another child. A small mouse boy, judging by the tail and the ears sticking up through the holes on top of his hood. Oblivious to his follower, the rodent didn't know something was wrong until the camera was right up on him, his face briefly coming into view as the video paused, the tape frozen on the small mouse's face. \n\nDexter breathed a deep sigh of relief once again as the video paused, the tape corrupted. He jumped, hearing a crunch as though somebody were walking around near the door. His head shot around, quickly facing towards the noise as he held his breath until his body shifted, making another crunch as he reached down under him to pick up a plastic candy wrapper, unable to stop himself from laughing a little as he scared himself with his own messiness. Dexter slowly got up, stomach still churning roughly from the disturbing scene he just witnessed. He made his way over to the TV and crouched down to eject the tape, quickly taking one last peek at the screen and pausing for a moment as he took in the child's face burned into it. \"I swear he looks familiar…\" he thought as he hit the eject button, shakily grabbing the tape and slipping it back into its sleeve, tossing it into his opened backpack still on the floor from when he snuck out of his room after his parents had gone to bed. He zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, legs wobbly from fear and nearly giving out as he stood up to quietly sneak back to his room.\nDexter set his bag down just inside his room, quickly closing the door behind him as his heart raced at the thought of someone unseen in the darkness of the hallway sneaking up on him. He jumped into bed and wrapped himself up tight, ducking his head into his blanket cocoon as well. \"They can't hurt me with a blanket on\" he thought to himself as he closed his eyes, heart still racing. Dexter didn't sleep much that night. He tossed and turned, eyes shut tight but unable to fall asleep as his mind raced replaying that brutal scene over and over in his head, that little bunny boy's screams echoing in his ears endlessly. That moment where the light in his eyes faded, his body shutting down, it played on repeat in his brain for what felt like hours. Little Dexter's stomach turned, sweating profusely as he overheated under his blanket in his warm, fuzzy Bluey pajamas. It was a hot night already, and everything else was only making it worse. He kicked off his blanket, quickly stripping down to his underwear as he lay on his back, sweating profusely in the stagnant heat of his room as he set his hand down on the soft white fur on his belly. \n\nDexter struggled for hours to sleep, unable to stop himself from crying as pained screams and cries for help echoed in his ears, eventually sobbing himself to sleep as he drenched his sheets in sweat, waking up even wetter as he discovered he'd wet the bed for the first time in years, thankful he'd spared his favorite pajamas the fate his sheets and blanket had been met with. A wave of shame washed over him as he struggled to pull the sheet off his bed. He felt embarrassed as he changed into fresh clothes, walking out of his room carrying his balled up bedding to the laundry room. He was thankful he'd been taught how to do his own laundry, hoping to avoid having to explain what happened to his mother. That hope was short lived as she opened the door to the laundry room, coming out as he was getting ready to go in. He gasped when he saw the door open, frozen in place like a deer in the headlights as she exited the room, surprised to see him. \"Dexter sweetie, are you alright? You're never up this early.\" Dexter's face burned bright red, blush peeking through his light gray fur as he stared down at the floor in shame. \"I-I had a nightmare a-and I-\" he started sniffling, tears forming in his eyes stopping him from continuing as his mother noticed the bundle of cloth in his arms dripping onto the floor.\n\nDexter sat in the tub and scrubbed at his fur as he sniffled, trying to hold back tears as his mother talked to him through the door. \"You're up early enough for it, what do you want for breakfast, sweetheart?\" she asked in a sympathetic tone, feeling awful for the small boy seeing how ashamed he'd felt when she took the soaked bundle of bedding from him and tossed it in the washing machine herself. Dexter took a minute to think as he rubbed shampoo into his long, dark gray hair. \"C-can we h-have waffles please?\" he managed to ask between sniffles. \"Of course, Dexter.\" she said as she headed towards the kitchen. Dexter took a few minutes to relax in the tub, hoping to soak away his stress and shame.\n\nDexter stood in the bathroom drying his fur as he watched the murky bath water slowly swirl down the drain, his mind flashing back to the movie last night as his stomach turned once again, his ears starting to ring as his heart rate ramped up and his mouth went dry. Every time he closed his eyes he saw glimpses of it burned into his eyelids. Every blink another frame of saw teeth brutally ripping and tearing apart the little bunnies flesh as he writhed around in place, arms and legs strapped down at the wrists and ankles unable to get away as he screamed. Dexter let out a small yelp, his heart nearly exploded when his mother knocked on the door to let him know breakfast was ready.\n\nSitting at the table and looking down at his breakfast, Dexter was very much regretting his choice. His favorite breakfast now sat in front of him, contributing to his feelings of dread as the raspberry jam on his waffles slowly melted from the heat and dripped down the side of them, reminding him of the blood pooled on the steel table burned into his brain. He fought through his fear and ate, refusing to look at his plate for fear of getting sick all over the table if he saw that thick, dripping red once again. His mother watched him from across the table, concerned at his behavior. \"Dexter are you going to be okay alone with your friends tonight?\" she asked. Dexter thought for a second about what she meant, it finally clicking in his head that tonight was Halloween. He made plans for tonight to be his first night trick or treating without his parents, instead going with a small group of classmates who'd all already convinced their parents they were old enough to go out together with no chaperone. Dexter gulped, thinking for a moment before nodding. \"Y-yeah, I'll be fine. I'm in third grade. I'm a big kid, now. I can handle it!\" he said with a clearly false confidence, not convincing his mother or himself.\n\nDexter stood beside his bed, looking down at the pirate costume he'd picked out for this year and smiling, his excitement at getting to dress up and look cool overshadowing his anxiety for now. He happily got dressed as he thought about how much candy he'd get tonight being out on his own, not having to worry about parents holding him back from getting what they considered to be \"too much\" candy. He fished his ears through the special extra wide holes his mom had cut into the pirate hat, quickly rubbing at his ears and straightening the long dark tufts sticking up off the ends of them, not wanting them to get tangled or look flat when he left for school. He turned to look at himself in the full body mirror that was his closet door, smiling as he posed with the cheap plastic sword, feeling sad when he remembered he had to leave it at home along with his hook hand because the school didn't allow toy weapons even for Halloween.\n\nDexter grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder after making sure he had everything he needed for school, visibly cringing when he saw the VHS tape sitting at the bottom of his bag. He opened his door and was surprised to see his mother standing there, hand over her mouth as she gasped and her eyes sparkled. \"oh my GOD Dexter you look adorable!\" Dexter blushed and groaned. \"Moooooom I'm not supposed to be adorable! I'm supposed to look cool!\" he complained, his mother unable to suppress a giggle at the boy's frustration. \"Well alright Dread pirate Coolbeard, are you ready for school?\" Dexter nodded, quickly following her out the door. \nStepping out of his mother's car, Dexter looked around to take in the cheap Halloween decorations all over the school. He felt bad for the poor janitor that would have to take down all the fake spider webs from the trees next week. He waved goodbye to his mom as she drove off and he quickly ran to his class, having eaten breakfast at home and not seeing any of his friends out. Stepping into the classroom, he waved to his teacher sitting at her desk, getting a smile and a nod back as she quickly went back to working on her computer for the few minutes left before school actually started. He saw the creepy wolf kid sitting at his desk dressed in a grim reaper costume, sending a chill down his spine as the boy turned to look at him after hearing the classroom door open.\n\nDexter sat at his desk, the wolf boy quickly getting up to sit next to him. \"Did you watch it?\" he asked. Dexter's mouth went dry, unable to find words, simply nodding his head as he unzipped his backpack to hand the tape back to the young wolf. \"Scary, huh?\" Dexter fought through his fear to speak. \"I-it was way too s-scary...where did you even find a m-movie like that?\" the wolf boy frowned at Dexter's discomfort. \"I found it in a box of old movies my dad had under his bed. Lots of scary movies in there. Some naughty ones, even!\" he said. \"Sick costume, by the way! You look so cool.\" Dexter smiled at the compliment, fully caught off guard by it as he saw a genuine look of awe on the boy's face. \"Thanks! Yours is pretty cool, too. Real spooky.\" he said back, noticing the wolf boy's tail wagging fiercely behind him as he smiled even wider, baring teeth. \"how'd you find a hat with ear holes big enough? I can never find any.\" he asked. Dexter laughed a little as he replied \"my mom had to cut them out a little bigger for me because I really liked the costume and we couldn't find any others.\" the wolf nodded. \"I don't know why I never thought of that.\" he said as the bell rang, quickly going back to his seat.\n\nDexter mostly zoned out during school, jumping in surprise as the lunch bell rang. He felt a hand on his shoulder, looking over to see the wolf boy again, looking down at him sadly. \"W-what's wrong?\" Dexter asked. Shaking his head, the wolf boy replied \"uh, nothing. Don't worry about it. Hey, are you going trick or treating with Charlie's group later?\" he asked, gesturing his head towards the skinny cheetah boy across the room eating a small bag of chips. Dexter smiled. \"Yeah! I'm kinda nervous, but excited. I think it'll be fun not having any adults around.\" the wolf frowned and nodded. \"Yeah, it does sound cool. Do you want to go get lunch with me?\" Dexter nodded, surprised at how friendly the boy was today. Dexter had always gotten along with him, but they never really talked all that much, the boy seeming to prefer being alone most of the time and the rest of the class actively avoiding him for some reason Dexter never understood.\n\nStanding in the lunch line, Dexter looked around at the decorations in the cafeteria, eyes stopping on the giant cork board on the wall covered in event posters and reminders for special classes and club activities. He saw a new paper up there he didn't recognize, the bold red lettering at the top of the page catching his attention. He looked at the line in front of him, seeing it would still be a few minutes until he'd get his food. He tapped the shoulder of the wolf in front of him to get his attention. \"hey can you hold my spot for a second? I need to go check something real fast.\" the wolf nodded, watching the tiny squirrel run off towards the board. \"[color=#cc0000][b]MISSING CHILD: TERRY GRETCHIN. MOUSE, 10 YEARS OLD. LAST SEEN OCTOBER 27TH LEAVING THE 8/12 CONVENIENCE STORE ON THE CORNER OF AVIAN BLVD. PLEASE CALL LOCAL POLICE WITH ANY INFORMATION[/b][/color]\" Dexter felt a pit form in his stomach as his heart raced, tears falling from his eyes reading one of his friends had gone missing. He thought it was weird he hadn't seen him in school, but figured he'd just been out with the same flu that had most of the class missing a few days throughout the last 2 months. \n\nWalking back into the lunch line behind his wolf friend, Dexter felt goosebumps all over as a chill ran down his spine. \"I think… I think I'm not really hungry anymore. I'm just going to go sit down.\" he said to the wolf, turning to walk away and sitting alone at a small empty table in the corner of the room. The young squirrel sat with his face buried in his arms on top of the table, sobbing lightly as he feared for his friend when he heard a lunch tray set down on the table across from him, looking up to see the wolf boy sitting down with a sad look on his face. Dexter gagged a little upon seeing the chunky red meat sauce on the spaghetti on the boy's tray. \"Dexter? What's wrong?\" the wolf asks, Dexter looking off to the side to avoid the sight of the boy's lunch. \"T-Terry went missing. I thought h-he was just out sick all week but there's a s-sign on the bulletin board saying he's gone.\" the wolf could only frown as Dexter spoke.\n\nFlinching as the lunch bell rang, Dexter wiped his face with his sleeve and stood up to head back to class with the young wolf, going their separate ways to their own seats as they made it back to the classroom. Dexter couldn't focus, couldn't think of anything except his missing friend. His sadness overtook his fear, crying into his arms trying to be quiet to not grab anybodies attention as he zoned out until school ended. He didn't realize the final bell had rung until he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking up to see a tall, skinny cheetah boy smiling down at him. \"Hey, Dexter. You're still coming with us tonight, right?\" Charlie asked, gesturing towards the small group of other kids standing by the door. \"It wouldn't be as fun without you.\" he added. Dexter nodded, hoping his face didn't show obvious signs of his earlier crying. He stood and walked out with the group to the front of the school where they all waited for their parents to pick them up, several hours still to go until it was late enough to go trick or treating. Dexter saw his dad's car pull in and ran to it, quickly waving goodbye to his friends and wiping his eyes one more time making sure they were dry before he opened the car door.\n\nStaring out the window as the neighborhood zoomed by, Dexter tried his best to hide his sadness from his dad to avoid questions, hoping to avoid telling his parents about the missing child in case they made him stay home tonight because of it. \"How was school, kiddo?\" the man asked, quickly glancing at the rear view mirror to see Dexter's head turning towards him. \"It was okay. Nothing special.\" The man nodded and sat in silence the rest of the drive home, getting the hint from the boy's tone that he didn't feel like talking right now. Dexter rolled down the window a crack hoping to cool down a little, the tufts of fur on top of his ears blowing in the wind as the car pulled into the driveway at home. Dexter stepped out to stretch his legs, quickly hugging his dad as the man got out of the car and running to his room before he could ask what was wrong.\n\nFear swam through Dexter's mind as he sat on his bed now having second thoughts about trick or treating. \"There's going to be 10 of us. I'll be fine, right? There's no way something could happen with all of us together\" he thought to himself. That line of reasoning seemed to work to calm him down. He heard his mother calling his name for dinner, the boy quickly glancing out his window and seeing the sun had started to go down already as he'd lost track of time. He grabbed his plastic sword, quickly hooking it to his belt and grabbing his plastic hook and his big plastic pumpkin candy pail, ready to leave to meet up with his friends the next street over. He ran out of his room and into the dining room. \"I had a lot for lunch today, so I'm not really hungry right now.\" he half lied, a brief look of concern on his mother's face as she looked over to him. \"Are you sure? It's chicken nuggets with mac and cheese.\" she said. He felt a pang in his stomach, holding himself back from letting it growl still too anxious to really want to eat. \"I'm sure. I'll probably be hungry when I get home.\" he said, running over to hug his mom. He quickly turned to look at the clock on the wall and asked \"Is it okay if I go out now? We're supposed to meet in 10 minutes.\" she pulled him into another hug and placed a kiss on top of his head before letting him go. \"Go on, sweetie. Go have fun. And stay safe!\" Dexter smiled and ran out the door, waving goodbye just before he closed it.\nDexter double checked his pockets as he ran down the sidewalk towards the meeting point, making sure he had his flashlight for when it got dark. He quickly pulled it out and clicked it on just to double check it still worked, having just put a set of batteries in it yesterday to make sure he was ready when it came time to meet up. The light seemed rather dim, but he figured it was bright enough to light the way still after the sun had gone down. He saw a group of cubs gathered around a street sign on the corner and quickly flicked off his flashlight before putting it back into his pocket and sprinting the rest of the way to see his friends. \"Hey guys!\" he shouted excitedly as everyone turned to greet him. \"Dexter you actually made it! Tonight's going to be great!\" Charlie said, the cheetah holding out his fist, Dexter quickly bumping it with his own as he smiled and greeted the rest of the group. \nDexter was having a blast with his friends, happy to be out of the house with the other kids as a cool breeze blew through the neighborhood, a welcome change from the exceedingly hot day. The young squirrel liked to check the sky every few minutes, watching the colors change over time until the neighborhood had finally gone dark and it was time to break out the flashlights, the street lights nearby out of order due to maintenance. The group rounded a corner onto a new street, one Dexter had never gone down before. He felt nervous but free having now gone further than he'd ever been before outside of a car ride. \n\nThe sky was dark, the sidewalk ahead of them lit by the groups flashlights as they went house by house, most kids having brought pillowcases this year planning to hit as many houses as possible. Looking around, Dexter noticed how quiet this street was. No other kids were down this way besides his group, even most of the houses having their lights off already or not even decorated for the holiday. He heard a rustling behind him, quickly stopping in his tracks to turn and look, pointing his flashlight towards the noise but seeing nothing as he stood in the middle of the sidewalk straining his eyes to look for any sign of movement. \"H-hello? Is someone there?\" he asked nervously, heart racing as he heard a twig snapping across the street and quickly jolted to look over, catching a brief glimpse of a shadow just as it disappeared into the darkness. Dexter broke out into a cold sweat as he turned around to rejoin his group, a pit forming in his stomach as he saw they were no longer there, none of them having noticed when the boy stopped walking at the back of the group and continuing on around the next corner without him. \n\nPanicked breaths came heavy from the squirrel's mouth, paralyzed in fear as he heard a light growl behind him, quickly shooting around again to point his flashlight towards it only for it to quickly flicker off, the old batteries he'd pulled out of the pack in the back of the closet having given out on him. Dexter heard breathing behind him, his fur standing on end as his blood ran cold, unable to move as he felt a brief sharp sting in his neck, the world quickly fading to black around him as his legs gave out and he lost consciousness.\n\nDexter's eyes slowly fluttered open, head pounding as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room around him. Heavily disoriented and still barely conscious, he noticed his mouth was dry and tried to smack his lips only then noticing his mouth was being held open by something hard, stretched to its limit as the pain began to set in past his wooziness. He looked around, unable to see much as he heard the sound of breathing somewhere off in the darkness that the light above him couldn't reach. The little squirrel tried to roll over, unable to move his arms or legs as he noticed they were tied down as panic set in through his confusion. \n\nA laugh echoed through the room from the darkness as footsteps slowly approached the boy, his blood running cold as an utterly terrifying face came into view, prominent scarring across the mans snout and left eye. Dexter's body was shaking uncontrollably as he tried and failed to break free of the bonds tying him down to the cold, hard table he was strapped to. The face disappeared into the darkness again, Dexter hearing a loud click and then silence for a moment before bright lights came on above him, illuminating the room in its entirety and nearly blinding him in the process as his eyes struggled to adjust to the change. \"[b]Our little friend is finally awake.[/b]\" a deep, gravelly voice came from the man making Dexter's fur stand up straight as a chill ran down his spine. His eyes had finally adjusted to the flood of light, his heart pounding harder than ever before as he recognized both the face and voice of the man now towering over him. Dexter screamed as loud as he could, his poor little throat going raw as he struggled and thrashed around trying to get away, to call for help. No help would come. \n\nA metallic glint caught the young squirrel's eye, immediately renewing his efforts to scream as the man laughed, thoroughly amused by the child's struggling. He felt sharp, cold steel press against his fur and his entire body tensed up, anticipating the sharp sting of blade cutting into flesh until he heard a small, shaky voice off to the other side of him, out of his view. \"D-dad? Can- I mean, h-he was always nice to me…\" he said, a familiar small wolf finally coming into view. \"Can you keep him whole, please? He never did anything wrong. I don't want him to hurt like them...\" said the wolf boy, still clad in his reaper robe, the hood pulled back as tears fell from his eyes. The boy crouched down in front of Dexter to speak. \"I-i'm sorry, Dexter. I was h-hoping you'd stay home. He l-likes the prey kids and you were the only one left in c-class. If I don't help him he h-hurts me.\" the boy said, shakily lifting his robe to reveal his back and legs, even more heavily scarred than his father's face, some clearly fresh cuts and bruises easy to make out against his gray fur. \"I didn't w-want this. I'm so sorry.\" the man on the other side of the table laughed darkly. \"[b]How cute. Fine. I'll keep him whole. Rex![/b]\" he yelled, a large feral rottweiler quickly ran up to them, panting and wagging excitedly, happily licking Dexter's face even as he cried and screamed.\n\nDexter felt himself falling, the large black wolf man flicking a switch down on the table rapidly lowering it until the little squirrel was eye level with the bottom of the chest of the feral dog in front of him, still assaulting his face with licks, its breath heavy with the stench of rotten meat as it clicked in Dexter's head why, seeing a large steel bowl off to the side of the room, the half eaten head of a familiar little mouse boy sitting in it, facing towards him. \"[b]You're doing the filming for this one.[/b]\" he said, handing the smaller wolf an old camcorder after pulling it off of a tripod, directing him to aim it at the squirrel's face as the man adjusted the boys binds so his head was hanging off the edge of the table and double checking the wide steel ring gag in his mouth was properly secured. \"[b]Hit start. Make sure you get everything.[/b]\" Dexter looked to the smaller boy, the red recording indicator lighting up just as he locked eyes with the lens of the shakily held camera, the smaller wolf sobbing as he made sure he had a clear view through his wet eyes.\n\nThe large wolf man slammed his hand down on the table, laughing when both boys flinched. He reached over and pet Rex's head before he spoke. \"[b]Rex![/b]\" he shouted, the feral canines attention immediately turned to the older wolf as he sat and waited. \"[b]MOUNT![/b]\" he shouted, the dog immediately lifting his upper half onto the table over Dexter, humping excitedly as he looked for a warm, wet hole to sink himself into. Dexter screamed as he came face to face with the fat, leaking sheath of the feral dog, the angry red point of his over sized cock just barely peeking out of it as it struggled to find its mark until he felt the young rodent's hot, rapid breaths hit his sheath, immediately adjusting himself and slamming forward. \n\nDexter was overcome with an extreme searing pain filling his throat as he gagged and sputtered violently around the immense intruder brutally hammering at his face, thankful he hadn't eaten since breakfast as he choked and heaved, nothing there to eject. The small squirrel struggled to catch any breaths at all as the giant feral mercilessly fucked his face, constant little jets of thin, watery and metallic feral cum rapidly shooting from the canine's angry, throbbing penis directly down the child's throat as his knot slowly started to form in his sheath. Dexter heard the man off to the side laughing and grunting, a slick wet sound barely noticeable over the sound of his own brutal retching as the feral's cock continued to expand, stretching the boys throat even more and adding to his misery. He heard the younger wolf sobbing as he bent down to get a better angle of the violent oral assault, wanting to avoid his own punishment should he disappoint his father with sloppy camera work.\n \nA thick glob of slime forcefully ejected itself from Dexter's throat, splattering clear slimy fluids around the dog's penis and flowing slick down the cub's face, getting into his eyes and blurring his vision painfully as his body shook, desperate to catch even just the tiniest hint of oxygen as the large rottweiler had his way, barely pulling back much at all anymore. His lungs burned, desperate for help as his face began to turn blue from his brutal pounding. The dog picked up pace even faster, Dexter feeling something growing inside of his mouth as his vision started to go dark around the edges through the blurriness from his tears and the endless streams of saliva and dog semen flowing out of his mouth and down his face. His body shook and fought trying to struggle free, to bite down only to crack teeth on the hard steel ring holding his mouth open only adding to his torture as his mouth expanded beyond its limit. The canine's knot had grown inside the boy's mouth far too large to pull back out through the ring, sealing the boy's fate as his head throbbed and his throat burned, gagging brutally on the massive intrusion shooting vile fluids down into his stomach against his will.\n\nDexter was barely conscious, the only sounds he could hear were of his own violation and the endless stream of thick slimy fluids splattering down onto the floor every time his body heaved and coughed involuntarily. He couldn't see anymore, his vision black both from lack of oxygen and the large canine's fuzzy scrotum resting over his eyes. He heard deep sobbing next to him as the young wolf apologized profusely for being responsible for his torment. Dexter felt nothing but fear and sadness in his final moments, his last thought flashing through his mind as he remembered the concerned look on his mother's face as she asked if he was sure he didn't want dinner.\nDexter's body went limp, Rex's knot having fully expanded in his mouth and popping his jaw far beyond its normal limits. The dog felt his toy stop moving and he stopped humping as well, quickly jumping his upper half off of the table to turn around, revealing a sickening view of the child locked in place to him as he continued to ejaculate into the still warm body. Dexter's face was blue, his fur was soaked with slime and feral cum, Rex's ejaculate dripping from the kid's mouth in a rapidly growing stream as his stomach filled, having nowhere else to go but back out as the pressure built inside of him. \"[b]Hahaha, that was fun. Maybe we'll keep more of them whole from now on. Good boy, Rex.[/b]\" the large wolf said happily, walking over to pet the dog as it panted excitedly and licked at his master's face. \"[b]You stay on that boy's face if you know what's best for you, kid. People will pay a lot of money for that pullout.[/b]\" \n\nA young wolf sat alone in a brightly lit basement, shakily holding an old camcorder as he sobbed and cried, filming the corpse of one of the only kids who ever treated him like a normal person. Sounds of a feral canine panting filled the room just below the boy's pained wailing as the young wolf tried his best to hold the camera steady when he saw the dog attempting to pull free, zooming in on the squirrel's mouth as 10 inches of angry red feral dog cock slipped free from his body. A sickening splatter was audible as pressurized canine cum gushed from his mouth and onto the cold, hard stone floor below. Rex turned to lap at his own slimy length as he slipped free, quickly licking it clean and running over to the steel bowl on the floor, stump tail wagging happily as he began to gnaw the remaining flesh off the rotting mouse skull in it. The small wolf walked around Dexter, getting a shot of his gaping maw as an endless flood of thin, murky white fluids and trapped saliva leaked out onto the floor. He reached a hand behind his head and removed the ring gag, shards of the boy's teeth falling out onto the floor as the wolf pulled it away, making him gag as he tried not to imagine the immense amount of pain his friend was in in his final moments. \"I'm so sorry, Dexter.\" he said as he watched until the fluids stopped leaking, hitting the stop button on the camera and setting it down on the dirty work bench on the other side of the basement.\n\nA middle aged gray squirrel woman walked around her neighborhood with a stack of papers in hand, taping them to street lights and stapling them to trees wherever she could find. She came upon the local community event board, tears streaming down her face as she saw a collection of missing child posters. 9 children had gone missing in the last month. She sobbed hard as she taped a 10th missing poster to the board, yet unaware of the gift wrapped VHS tape waiting in her mailbox.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "This story contains cub, kidnapping, feral, rape, asphyxiation, dismemberment, gore and snuff. It is EXTREMELY dark and fucked up and mean. Please use your blacklist or turn away now if you cannot handle these topics.
Cub, kidnapping, feral, rape, oral focused, oral knotting, death by asphyxiation, gore, dismemberment etc.
      
       Halloween

It was the night before Halloween. A little gray squirrel sat alone in the dark, curled up on the couch, hugging his soft fluffy tail for comfort as he watched the TV, the room lit red from the graphic scene playing on a movie he knew he wasn't supposed to be watching. His eyes were glued to the screen, unable to look away even as his stomach turned and his heart raced. He wanted to turn it off, to stop the tape, but the 9 year old was paralyzed with fear unable to bring himself to move an inch, lest the terrifying wolf man on the TV appear behind him. He thought he was going to be sick as he saw another limb get slowly sawed off the poor screaming rabbit kid on the screen. Dexter had never seen so much blood before, and he never wanted to again.

He hated this part of Halloween. He wished he'd never taken the dare from the creepy loner wolf kid in his class. He should have said no, but he didn't want to seem uncool. He'd been dared to watch a scary movie. He thought it wouldn't be so bad. The wolf boy came to school that morning with a homemade tape with "KIDNAPPER CHRONICLES" written on the label in bold, blood red sharpie. Dexter thought he must have burned it or found it at a thrift store somewhere. "It's just a movie. It's not real. He's not real. He can't hurt you. It's just a movie…" Dexter thought to himself, squeezing his tail even tighter. "It looks so real, though." he whispered out loud, quiet enough to not even be a whisper as the child on screen let out one final truly blood curdling scream before the light in his eyes gave out, his suffering finally over. The heavily scarred face of the giant wolf man appeared on screen, the man crouching down to lay an ear at the boys chest and smiling at the lack of sound.

He tied a chain around the dead boy's feet and flicked a switch behind the blood drenched steel shop table, an electric winch slowly dragging the body off of it and up into the air, hanging upside down. Dexter winced, squeezing his tail painfully as the wolf quickly ran a knife along the bunny's neck, bleeding him out into a bucket like a feral deer. The man laughed, a deep, gravelly voice booming from him. "Come and eat, Rex!" he yelled, a large feral rottweiler running into frame, stump tail wagging wildly as the man threw one of the bunny's arms into a large metal bowl on the floor. The screen went black, and Dexter breathed a sigh of relief until words appeared on screen. "DAY 2" was plastered in bold across the screen, slowly fading out as a sidewalk faded into view, the camera shakily following it as it came upon another child. A small mouse boy, judging by the tail and the ears sticking up through the holes on top of his hood. Oblivious to his follower, the rodent didn't know something was wrong until the camera was right up on him, his face briefly coming into view as the video paused, the tape frozen on the small mouse's face.

Dexter breathed a deep sigh of relief once again as the video paused, the tape corrupted. He jumped, hearing a crunch as though somebody were walking around near the door. His head shot around, quickly facing towards the noise as he held his breath until his body shifted, making another crunch as he reached down under him to pick up a plastic candy wrapper, unable to stop himself from laughing a little as he scared himself with his own messiness. Dexter slowly got up, stomach still churning roughly from the disturbing scene he just witnessed. He made his way over to the TV and crouched down to eject the tape, quickly taking one last peek at the screen and pausing for a moment as he took in the child's face burned into it. "I swear he looks familiar…" he thought as he hit the eject button, shakily grabbing the tape and slipping it back into its sleeve, tossing it into his opened backpack still on the floor from when he snuck out of his room after his parents had gone to bed. He zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, legs wobbly from fear and nearly giving out as he stood up to quietly sneak back to his room.
Dexter set his bag down just inside his room, quickly closing the door behind him as his heart raced at the thought of someone unseen in the darkness of the hallway sneaking up on him. He jumped into bed and wrapped himself up tight, ducking his head into his blanket cocoon as well. "They can't hurt me with a blanket on" he thought to himself as he closed his eyes, heart still racing. Dexter didn't sleep much that night. He tossed and turned, eyes shut tight but unable to fall asleep as his mind raced replaying that brutal scene over and over in his head, that little bunny boy's screams echoing in his ears endlessly. That moment where the light in his eyes faded, his body shutting down, it played on repeat in his brain for what felt like hours. Little Dexter's stomach turned, sweating profusely as he overheated under his blanket in his warm, fuzzy Bluey pajamas. It was a hot night already, and everything else was only making it worse. He kicked off his blanket, quickly stripping down to his underwear as he lay on his back, sweating profusely in the stagnant heat of his room as he set his hand down on the soft white fur on his belly.

Dexter struggled for hours to sleep, unable to stop himself from crying as pained screams and cries for help echoed in his ears, eventually sobbing himself to sleep as he drenched his sheets in sweat, waking up even wetter as he discovered he'd wet the bed for the first time in years, thankful he'd spared his favorite pajamas the fate his sheets and blanket had been met with. A wave of shame washed over him as he struggled to pull the sheet off his bed. He felt embarrassed as he changed into fresh clothes, walking out of his room carrying his balled up bedding to the laundry room. He was thankful he'd been taught how to do his own laundry, hoping to avoid having to explain what happened to his mother. That hope was short lived as she opened the door to the laundry room, coming out as he was getting ready to go in. He gasped when he saw the door open, frozen in place like a deer in the headlights as she exited the room, surprised to see him. "Dexter sweetie, are you alright? You're never up this early." Dexter's face burned bright red, blush peeking through his light gray fur as he stared down at the floor in shame. "I-I had a nightmare a-and I-" he started sniffling, tears forming in his eyes stopping him from continuing as his mother noticed the bundle of cloth in his arms dripping onto the floor.

Dexter sat in the tub and scrubbed at his fur as he sniffled, trying to hold back tears as his mother talked to him through the door. "You're up early enough for it, what do you want for breakfast, sweetheart?" she asked in a sympathetic tone, feeling awful for the small boy seeing how ashamed he'd felt when she took the soaked bundle of bedding from him and tossed it in the washing machine herself. Dexter took a minute to think as he rubbed shampoo into his long, dark gray hair. "C-can we h-have waffles please?" he managed to ask between sniffles. "Of course, Dexter." she said as she headed towards the kitchen. Dexter took a few minutes to relax in the tub, hoping to soak away his stress and shame.

Dexter stood in the bathroom drying his fur as he watched the murky bath water slowly swirl down the drain, his mind flashing back to the movie last night as his stomach turned once again, his ears starting to ring as his heart rate ramped up and his mouth went dry. Every time he closed his eyes he saw glimpses of it burned into his eyelids. Every blink another frame of saw teeth brutally ripping and tearing apart the little bunnies flesh as he writhed around in place, arms and legs strapped down at the wrists and ankles unable to get away as he screamed. Dexter let out a small yelp, his heart nearly exploded when his mother knocked on the door to let him know breakfast was ready.

Sitting at the table and looking down at his breakfast, Dexter was very much regretting his choice. His favorite breakfast now sat in front of him, contributing to his feelings of dread as the raspberry jam on his waffles slowly melted from the heat and dripped down the side of them, reminding him of the blood pooled on the steel table burned into his brain. He fought through his fear and ate, refusing to look at his plate for fear of getting sick all over the table if he saw that thick, dripping red once again. His mother watched him from across the table, concerned at his behavior. "Dexter are you going to be okay alone with your friends tonight?" she asked. Dexter thought for a second about what she meant, it finally clicking in his head that tonight was Halloween. He made plans for tonight to be his first night trick or treating without his parents, instead going with a small group of classmates who'd all already convinced their parents they were old enough to go out together with no chaperone. Dexter gulped, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Y-yeah, I'll be fine. I'm in third grade. I'm a big kid, now. I can handle it!" he said with a clearly false confidence, not convincing his mother or himself.

Dexter stood beside his bed, looking down at the pirate costume he'd picked out for this year and smiling, his excitement at getting to dress up and look cool overshadowing his anxiety for now. He happily got dressed as he thought about how much candy he'd get tonight being out on his own, not having to worry about parents holding him back from getting what they considered to be "too much" candy. He fished his ears through the special extra wide holes his mom had cut into the pirate hat, quickly rubbing at his ears and straightening the long dark tufts sticking up off the ends of them, not wanting them to get tangled or look flat when he left for school. He turned to look at himself in the full body mirror that was his closet door, smiling as he posed with the cheap plastic sword, feeling sad when he remembered he had to leave it at home along with his hook hand because the school didn't allow toy weapons even for Halloween.

Dexter grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder after making sure he had everything he needed for school, visibly cringing when he saw the VHS tape sitting at the bottom of his bag. He opened his door and was surprised to see his mother standing there, hand over her mouth as she gasped and her eyes sparkled. "oh my GOD Dexter you look adorable!" Dexter blushed and groaned. "Moooooom I'm not supposed to be adorable! I'm supposed to look cool!" he complained, his mother unable to suppress a giggle at the boy's frustration. "Well alright Dread pirate Coolbeard, are you ready for school?" Dexter nodded, quickly following her out the door.
Stepping out of his mother's car, Dexter looked around to take in the cheap Halloween decorations all over the school. He felt bad for the poor janitor that would have to take down all the fake spider webs from the trees next week. He waved goodbye to his mom as she drove off and he quickly ran to his class, having eaten breakfast at home and not seeing any of his friends out. Stepping into the classroom, he waved to his teacher sitting at her desk, getting a smile and a nod back as she quickly went back to working on her computer for the few minutes left before school actually started. He saw the creepy wolf kid sitting at his desk dressed in a grim reaper costume, sending a chill down his spine as the boy turned to look at him after hearing the classroom door open.

Dexter sat at his desk, the wolf boy quickly getting up to sit next to him. "Did you watch it?" he asked. Dexter's mouth went dry, unable to find words, simply nodding his head as he unzipped his backpack to hand the tape back to the young wolf. "Scary, huh?" Dexter fought through his fear to speak. "I-it was way too s-scary...where did you even find a m-movie like that?" the wolf boy frowned at Dexter's discomfort. "I found it in a box of old movies my dad had under his bed. Lots of scary movies in there. Some naughty ones, even!" he said. "Sick costume, by the way! You look so cool." Dexter smiled at the compliment, fully caught off guard by it as he saw a genuine look of awe on the boy's face. "Thanks! Yours is pretty cool, too. Real spooky." he said back, noticing the wolf boy's tail wagging fiercely behind him as he smiled even wider, baring teeth. "how'd you find a hat with ear holes big enough? I can never find any." he asked. Dexter laughed a little as he replied "my mom had to cut them out a little bigger for me because I really liked the costume and we couldn't find any others." the wolf nodded. "I don't know why I never thought of that." he said as the bell rang, quickly going back to his seat.

Dexter mostly zoned out during school, jumping in surprise as the lunch bell rang. He felt a hand on his shoulder, looking over to see the wolf boy again, looking down at him sadly. "W-what's wrong?" Dexter asked. Shaking his head, the wolf boy replied "uh, nothing. Don't worry about it. Hey, are you going trick or treating with Charlie's group later?" he asked, gesturing his head towards the skinny cheetah boy across the room eating a small bag of chips. Dexter smiled. "Yeah! I'm kinda nervous, but excited. I think it'll be fun not having any adults around." the wolf frowned and nodded. "Yeah, it does sound cool. Do you want to go get lunch with me?" Dexter nodded, surprised at how friendly the boy was today. Dexter had always gotten along with him, but they never really talked all that much, the boy seeming to prefer being alone most of the time and the rest of the class actively avoiding him for some reason Dexter never understood.

Standing in the lunch line, Dexter looked around at the decorations in the cafeteria, eyes stopping on the giant cork board on the wall covered in event posters and reminders for special classes and club activities. He saw a new paper up there he didn't recognize, the bold red lettering at the top of the page catching his attention. He looked at the line in front of him, seeing it would still be a few minutes until he'd get his food. He tapped the shoulder of the wolf in front of him to get his attention. "hey can you hold my spot for a second? I need to go check something real fast." the wolf nodded, watching the tiny squirrel run off towards the board. "MISSING CHILD: TERRY GRETCHIN. MOUSE, 10 YEARS OLD. LAST SEEN OCTOBER 27TH LEAVING THE 8/12 CONVENIENCE STORE ON THE CORNER OF AVIAN BLVD. PLEASE CALL LOCAL POLICE WITH ANY INFORMATION" Dexter felt a pit form in his stomach as his heart raced, tears falling from his eyes reading one of his friends had gone missing. He thought it was weird he hadn't seen him in school, but figured he'd just been out with the same flu that had most of the class missing a few days throughout the last 2 months.

Walking back into the lunch line behind his wolf friend, Dexter felt goosebumps all over as a chill ran down his spine. "I think… I think I'm not really hungry anymore. I'm just going to go sit down." he said to the wolf, turning to walk away and sitting alone at a small empty table in the corner of the room. The young squirrel sat with his face buried in his arms on top of the table, sobbing lightly as he feared for his friend when he heard a lunch tray set down on the table across from him, looking up to see the wolf boy sitting down with a sad look on his face. Dexter gagged a little upon seeing the chunky red meat sauce on the spaghetti on the boy's tray. "Dexter? What's wrong?" the wolf asks, Dexter looking off to the side to avoid the sight of the boy's lunch. "T-Terry went missing. I thought h-he was just out sick all week but there's a s-sign on the bulletin board saying he's gone." the wolf could only frown as Dexter spoke.

Flinching as the lunch bell rang, Dexter wiped his face with his sleeve and stood up to head back to class with the young wolf, going their separate ways to their own seats as they made it back to the classroom. Dexter couldn't focus, couldn't think of anything except his missing friend. His sadness overtook his fear, crying into his arms trying to be quiet to not grab anybodies attention as he zoned out until school ended. He didn't realize the final bell had rung until he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking up to see a tall, skinny cheetah boy smiling down at him. "Hey, Dexter. You're still coming with us tonight, right?" Charlie asked, gesturing towards the small group of other kids standing by the door. "It wouldn't be as fun without you." he added. Dexter nodded, hoping his face didn't show obvious signs of his earlier crying. He stood and walked out with the group to the front of the school where they all waited for their parents to pick them up, several hours still to go until it was late enough to go trick or treating. Dexter saw his dad's car pull in and ran to it, quickly waving goodbye to his friends and wiping his eyes one more time making sure they were dry before he opened the car door.

Staring out the window as the neighborhood zoomed by, Dexter tried his best to hide his sadness from his dad to avoid questions, hoping to avoid telling his parents about the missing child in case they made him stay home tonight because of it. "How was school, kiddo?" the man asked, quickly glancing at the rear view mirror to see Dexter's head turning towards him. "It was okay. Nothing special." The man nodded and sat in silence the rest of the drive home, getting the hint from the boy's tone that he didn't feel like talking right now. Dexter rolled down the window a crack hoping to cool down a little, the tufts of fur on top of his ears blowing in the wind as the car pulled into the driveway at home. Dexter stepped out to stretch his legs, quickly hugging his dad as the man got out of the car and running to his room before he could ask what was wrong.

Fear swam through Dexter's mind as he sat on his bed now having second thoughts about trick or treating. "There's going to be 10 of us. I'll be fine, right? There's no way something could happen with all of us together" he thought to himself. That line of reasoning seemed to work to calm him down. He heard his mother calling his name for dinner, the boy quickly glancing out his window and seeing the sun had started to go down already as he'd lost track of time. He grabbed his plastic sword, quickly hooking it to his belt and grabbing his plastic hook and his big plastic pumpkin candy pail, ready to leave to meet up with his friends the next street over. He ran out of his room and into the dining room. "I had a lot for lunch today, so I'm not really hungry right now." he half lied, a brief look of concern on his mother's face as she looked over to him. "Are you sure? It's chicken nuggets with mac and cheese." she said. He felt a pang in his stomach, holding himself back from letting it growl still too anxious to really want to eat. "I'm sure. I'll probably be hungry when I get home." he said, running over to hug his mom. He quickly turned to look at the clock on the wall and asked "Is it okay if I go out now? We're supposed to meet in 10 minutes." she pulled him into another hug and placed a kiss on top of his head before letting him go. "Go on, sweetie. Go have fun. And stay safe!" Dexter smiled and ran out the door, waving goodbye just before he closed it.
Dexter double checked his pockets as he ran down the sidewalk towards the meeting point, making sure he had his flashlight for when it got dark. He quickly pulled it out and clicked it on just to double check it still worked, having just put a set of batteries in it yesterday to make sure he was ready when it came time to meet up. The light seemed rather dim, but he figured it was bright enough to light the way still after the sun had gone down. He saw a group of cubs gathered around a street sign on the corner and quickly flicked off his flashlight before putting it back into his pocket and sprinting the rest of the way to see his friends. "Hey guys!" he shouted excitedly as everyone turned to greet him. "Dexter you actually made it! Tonight's going to be great!" Charlie said, the cheetah holding out his fist, Dexter quickly bumping it with his own as he smiled and greeted the rest of the group.
Dexter was having a blast with his friends, happy to be out of the house with the other kids as a cool breeze blew through the neighborhood, a welcome change from the exceedingly hot day. The young squirrel liked to check the sky every few minutes, watching the colors change over time until the neighborhood had finally gone dark and it was time to break out the flashlights, the street lights nearby out of order due to maintenance. The group rounded a corner onto a new street, one Dexter had never gone down before. He felt nervous but free having now gone further than he'd ever been before outside of a car ride.

The sky was dark, the sidewalk ahead of them lit by the groups flashlights as they went house by house, most kids having brought pillowcases this year planning to hit as many houses as possible. Looking around, Dexter noticed how quiet this street was. No other kids were down this way besides his group, even most of the houses having their lights off already or not even decorated for the holiday. He heard a rustling behind him, quickly stopping in his tracks to turn and look, pointing his flashlight towards the noise but seeing nothing as he stood in the middle of the sidewalk straining his eyes to look for any sign of movement. "H-hello? Is someone there?" he asked nervously, heart racing as he heard a twig snapping across the street and quickly jolted to look over, catching a brief glimpse of a shadow just as it disappeared into the darkness. Dexter broke out into a cold sweat as he turned around to rejoin his group, a pit forming in his stomach as he saw they were no longer there, none of them having noticed when the boy stopped walking at the back of the group and continuing on around the next corner without him.

Panicked breaths came heavy from the squirrel's mouth, paralyzed in fear as he heard a light growl behind him, quickly shooting around again to point his flashlight towards it only for it to quickly flicker off, the old batteries he'd pulled out of the pack in the back of the closet having given out on him. Dexter heard breathing behind him, his fur standing on end as his blood ran cold, unable to move as he felt a brief sharp sting in his neck, the world quickly fading to black around him as his legs gave out and he lost consciousness.

Dexter's eyes slowly fluttered open, head pounding as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room around him. Heavily disoriented and still barely conscious, he noticed his mouth was dry and tried to smack his lips only then noticing his mouth was being held open by something hard, stretched to its limit as the pain began to set in past his wooziness. He looked around, unable to see much as he heard the sound of breathing somewhere off in the darkness that the light above him couldn't reach. The little squirrel tried to roll over, unable to move his arms or legs as he noticed they were tied down as panic set in through his confusion.

A laugh echoed through the room from the darkness as footsteps slowly approached the boy, his blood running cold as an utterly terrifying face came into view, prominent scarring across the mans snout and left eye. Dexter's body was shaking uncontrollably as he tried and failed to break free of the bonds tying him down to the cold, hard table he was strapped to. The face disappeared into the darkness again, Dexter hearing a loud click and then silence for a moment before bright lights came on above him, illuminating the room in its entirety and nearly blinding him in the process as his eyes struggled to adjust to the change. "Our little friend is finally awake." a deep, gravelly voice came from the man making Dexter's fur stand up straight as a chill ran down his spine. His eyes had finally adjusted to the flood of light, his heart pounding harder than ever before as he recognized both the face and voice of the man now towering over him. Dexter screamed as loud as he could, his poor little throat going raw as he struggled and thrashed around trying to get away, to call for help. No help would come.

A metallic glint caught the young squirrel's eye, immediately renewing his efforts to scream as the man laughed, thoroughly amused by the child's struggling. He felt sharp, cold steel press against his fur and his entire body tensed up, anticipating the sharp sting of blade cutting into flesh until he heard a small, shaky voice off to the other side of him, out of his view. "D-dad? Can- I mean, h-he was always nice to me…" he said, a familiar small wolf finally coming into view. "Can you keep him whole, please? He never did anything wrong. I don't want him to hurt like them..." said the wolf boy, still clad in his reaper robe, the hood pulled back as tears fell from his eyes. The boy crouched down in front of Dexter to speak. "I-i'm sorry, Dexter. I was h-hoping you'd stay home. He l-likes the prey kids and you were the only one left in c-class. If I don't help him he h-hurts me." the boy said, shakily lifting his robe to reveal his back and legs, even more heavily scarred than his father's face, some clearly fresh cuts and bruises easy to make out against his gray fur. "I didn't w-want this. I'm so sorry." the man on the other side of the table laughed darkly. "How cute. Fine. I'll keep him whole. Rex!" he yelled, a large feral rottweiler quickly ran up to them, panting and wagging excitedly, happily licking Dexter's face even as he cried and screamed.

Dexter felt himself falling, the large black wolf man flicking a switch down on the table rapidly lowering it until the little squirrel was eye level with the bottom of the chest of the feral dog in front of him, still assaulting his face with licks, its breath heavy with the stench of rotten meat as it clicked in Dexter's head why, seeing a large steel bowl off to the side of the room, the half eaten head of a familiar little mouse boy sitting in it, facing towards him. "You're doing the filming for this one." he said, handing the smaller wolf an old camcorder after pulling it off of a tripod, directing him to aim it at the squirrel's face as the man adjusted the boys binds so his head was hanging off the edge of the table and double checking the wide steel ring gag in his mouth was properly secured. "Hit start. Make sure you get everything." Dexter looked to the smaller boy, the red recording indicator lighting up just as he locked eyes with the lens of the shakily held camera, the smaller wolf sobbing as he made sure he had a clear view through his wet eyes.

The large wolf man slammed his hand down on the table, laughing when both boys flinched. He reached over and pet Rex's head before he spoke. "Rex!" he shouted, the feral canines attention immediately turned to the older wolf as he sat and waited. "MOUNT!" he shouted, the dog immediately lifting his upper half onto the table over Dexter, humping excitedly as he looked for a warm, wet hole to sink himself into. Dexter screamed as he came face to face with the fat, leaking sheath of the feral dog, the angry red point of his over sized cock just barely peeking out of it as it struggled to find its mark until he felt the young rodent's hot, rapid breaths hit his sheath, immediately adjusting himself and slamming forward.

Dexter was overcome with an extreme searing pain filling his throat as he gagged and sputtered violently around the immense intruder brutally hammering at his face, thankful he hadn't eaten since breakfast as he choked and heaved, nothing there to eject. The small squirrel struggled to catch any breaths at all as the giant feral mercilessly fucked his face, constant little jets of thin, watery and metallic feral cum rapidly shooting from the canine's angry, throbbing penis directly down the child's throat as his knot slowly started to form in his sheath. Dexter heard the man off to the side laughing and grunting, a slick wet sound barely noticeable over the sound of his own brutal retching as the feral's cock continued to expand, stretching the boys throat even more and adding to his misery. He heard the younger wolf sobbing as he bent down to get a better angle of the violent oral assault, wanting to avoid his own punishment should he disappoint his father with sloppy camera work.
 
A thick glob of slime forcefully ejected itself from Dexter's throat, splattering clear slimy fluids around the dog's penis and flowing slick down the cub's face, getting into his eyes and blurring his vision painfully as his body shook, desperate to catch even just the tiniest hint of oxygen as the large rottweiler had his way, barely pulling back much at all anymore. His lungs burned, desperate for help as his face began to turn blue from his brutal pounding. The dog picked up pace even faster, Dexter feeling something growing inside of his mouth as his vision started to go dark around the edges through the blurriness from his tears and the endless streams of saliva and dog semen flowing out of his mouth and down his face. His body shook and fought trying to struggle free, to bite down only to crack teeth on the hard steel ring holding his mouth open only adding to his torture as his mouth expanded beyond its limit. The canine's knot had grown inside the boy's mouth far too large to pull back out through the ring, sealing the boy's fate as his head throbbed and his throat burned, gagging brutally on the massive intrusion shooting vile fluids down into his stomach against his will.

Dexter was barely conscious, the only sounds he could hear were of his own violation and the endless stream of thick slimy fluids splattering down onto the floor every time his body heaved and coughed involuntarily. He couldn't see anymore, his vision black both from lack of oxygen and the large canine's fuzzy scrotum resting over his eyes. He heard deep sobbing next to him as the young wolf apologized profusely for being responsible for his torment. Dexter felt nothing but fear and sadness in his final moments, his last thought flashing through his mind as he remembered the concerned look on his mother's face as she asked if he was sure he didn't want dinner.
Dexter's body went limp, Rex's knot having fully expanded in his mouth and popping his jaw far beyond its normal limits. The dog felt his toy stop moving and he stopped humping as well, quickly jumping his upper half off of the table to turn around, revealing a sickening view of the child locked in place to him as he continued to ejaculate into the still warm body. Dexter's face was blue, his fur was soaked with slime and feral cum, Rex's ejaculate dripping from the kid's mouth in a rapidly growing stream as his stomach filled, having nowhere else to go but back out as the pressure built inside of him. "Hahaha, that was fun. Maybe we'll keep more of them whole from now on. Good boy, Rex." the large wolf said happily, walking over to pet the dog as it panted excitedly and licked at his master's face. "You stay on that boy's face if you know what's best for you, kid. People will pay a lot of money for that pullout."

A young wolf sat alone in a brightly lit basement, shakily holding an old camcorder as he sobbed and cried, filming the corpse of one of the only kids who ever treated him like a normal person. Sounds of a feral canine panting filled the room just below the boy's pained wailing as the young wolf tried his best to hold the camera steady when he saw the dog attempting to pull free, zooming in on the squirrel's mouth as 10 inches of angry red feral dog cock slipped free from his body. A sickening splatter was audible as pressurized canine cum gushed from his mouth and onto the cold, hard stone floor below. Rex turned to lap at his own slimy length as he slipped free, quickly licking it clean and running over to the steel bowl on the floor, stump tail wagging happily as he began to gnaw the remaining flesh off the rotting mouse skull in it. The small wolf walked around Dexter, getting a shot of his gaping maw as an endless flood of thin, murky white fluids and trapped saliva leaked out onto the floor. He reached a hand behind his head and removed the ring gag, shards of the boy's teeth falling out onto the floor as the wolf pulled it away, making him gag as he tried not to imagine the immense amount of pain his friend was in in his final moments. "I'm so sorry, Dexter." he said as he watched until the fluids stopped leaking, hitting the stop button on the camera and setting it down on the dirty work bench on the other side of the basement.

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