This story contains gay teen(15/17) on cub(8) oral and anal rape, gagging, choking, screaming, deepthroating, anal knotting, abdominal bulge, light cumflation, slapping, crying, femboy cross dressing, loss of consciousness, brief forced public exposure, and a bratty little boy accidentally luring his friend into the worst experience of both of their lives. If you do not like or cannot handle these topics, please leave now or use your blacklist. It is nobody's responsibility but your own to make sure you don't see things you can't handle here.
Trick
Dexter blushed as he posed in the mirror, embarrassed by how cute he thought he looked in his costume. His mother tried to talk him out of it, constantly asking if he was really sure he wanted to go out as a girl character for Halloween, but his mind was made up. His new friend from school had somehow convinced him that going out as Hello Kitty was a good idea, the 8 year old gray squirrel spending a few days thinking about it after being pestered by the other boy, finally giving in after his friend showed him the outfits they'd be wearing.
He adjusted the big bow in his hair, his cheeks burning nearly the same shade of red through his light gray fur. He was excited to go trick or treating with his new friend, but he was also afraid. It would just be the two of them, and it would be the first time for either of them to go out without an adult. It took some effort to convince his parents that he was old enough to go out on his own, but he had to promise to stay within 2 blocks of home. 
The young squirrel quickly peeked out his window, his heart racing as he noticed the sun had started to go down. He grabbed his plastic pumpkin candy bucket and made his way out to the living room, seeing his parents sitting on the couch together watching a movie. The pair hadn't noticed the small boy behind them over the sound of their movie as he made his way to the kitchen to check the clock on the microwave before running back. “It's 6:30,” he said, the sound of a voice directly behind them making his parents jump in surprise. “C-can I go meet River now? He said he'd be at the corner by now.”
“Jesus, Dexter! Scared the shi- er, crap outta me,” the boy's father said with a laugh as he turned around to face the boy behind the couch. He reached out to pat Dexter's head, smiling at how cute and nervous his son looked. “Wow you're adorable in that. I can't believe your mother tried to talk you out of it!”
“Oh sure, make me out to be the bad guy for looking out for my son,” Dexter's mother replied sarcastically, her eyes sparkling in adoration as she saw the boy in his costume. “You do look adorable, though. Remember what we agreed? Two blocks, that's it,” she asked, waiting for a reply. She watched as Dexter smiled and nodded. The woman gestured her head towards the door. “Get outta here already, have fun with River. Be back by 9!”
The older squirrel couldn't help but smile and laugh as she saw how excited her son looked when he bolted out of the house. She was nervous about letting him out on his own, but she knew and trusted all of the neighbors, even calling some of them ahead of time to ask if they could keep an eye out for him just in case. It eased her mind, knowing there were so many trustworthy adults around who knew and loved Dexter just as much as she did.
Dexter's heart raced as he ran to the corner at the end of the street, seeing the familiar pink face of his little chinchilla friend. “River! Haha, your ears are so cute,” the young squirrel said, pointing to the bunny ears on top of his friend's head. His costume was simple, a white onesie to mimic My Melody's body, and a pink bunny eared hood on his head, one ear folded down at the half way point with the other pointed straight up. A small white flower sat at the base of the folded ear, matching the flower shaped purse he wore over his shoulder to act as his candy bag. 
River stood for a moment, examining Dexter's costume before speaking. “Wow, Dexter. You look even more like a girl than I normally do! Maybe I should let you borrow some of my outfits for school,” River said with a smirk, unable to stop himself from snickering at the deep shade of red quickly growing on Dexter's cheeks. He knew Dexter was nervous about dressing like a girl, the young squirrel protesting for days before finally giving into the chinchilla boy's request. They may have been friends now, but River could never miss an opportunity to pick on Dexter a little when he knew it'd get a reaction out of him, even if it was just a blush or groan.
Dexter huffed, blushing hard and crossing his arms in front of him, trying not to show too much of his embarrassment at River's prodding. He didn't want to be treated like a girl, but he couldn't deny feeling pretty, and he found himself imagining how he'd look in some of the girly outfits River wore. He didn't understand the young chinchilla at first, having confused him for a girl for a long time when he transferred into school a little after the start of the year, but he thought he was starting to understand why he liked dressing up the way he did. The attention felt nice, even if it flustered him greatly.
The young squirrel took a second to compose himself before speaking. “My mom said I have to stay within 2 blocks of home, but that still gives us lots of houses. I know some of them that usually give the big candies, too!” He reached down to grab River's hand, catching the other boy off guard as he led them down the street to start their adventure.
The street lights around the city flipped on once the sun started getting low, lighting the way just enough that the boys didn't need flashlights. Dexter was still nervous about not having his parents around, but he was enjoying spending so much time with his friend. House after house, Dexter left blushing with a little extra candy, his pink chinchilla friend giggling at him as the pair kept getting confused for actual girls before the neighbors finally recognized his face, making sure the little squirrel knew how cute he looked in his costume this year.
River's little flower purse was nearly overflowing with candy by the time the sun had fully set, the neighborhood going dark and mostly quiet save for a few stragglers out late. The young rodent reached into his purse and pulled out a sour gummy straw, happily biting into it as his mouth watered and puckered slightly. He noticed Dexter eyeing him as he started eating his candy, biting through the gummy and holding out the other half to Dexter and waiting to see his reaction. He smiled as the young squirrel's eyes shot wide, his cheeks burning hot as he eyed the freshly bitten part of the candy held out to him. River couldn't help but laugh again at his reaction, satisfied with his teasing as he ate the rest of the straw once Dexter shook his head and kept walking.
“Ooooh, that house looks cool! Let's go to that one!” River said, pointing to a 2 story house up the street on the next block, the entire front yard covered in scary light up decorations visible all the way down the street.
Dexter grabbed River's sleeve as the young chinchilla started to run ahead, stopping him at the street corner as he looked up to read the sign. “River, I-I can't go that far! I promised my mom I'd only go two blocks, I don't wanna get in trouble…”
River laughed and poked Dexter's cheek, taunting him playfully. “Oooooh, I get it. You're scaaaared. Come on, it'll be the last house. I bet they got those full sized candies, look at all those decorations,” the young boy continued, certain he knew exactly how to prod his anxious friend to get his way.
Dexter groaned, thinking for a moment before giving up and reluctantly agreeing. “F-fine, but this is the last house for real! It's getting late, I don't want to be late and lose my games for the week. They better have the big candies...”
The boys quickly looked up and down the street before bolting across, River running ahead of Dexter as the young squirrel yelled out for him to slow down so he could catch up. River stopped in his tracks as they made it half way up the street, saddened as he watched the lights go out in the yard they were headed towards. “Awww, what the heck! Come on, maybe they'll still give us something if we get there quick enough,” the small chinchilla shouted out to the exhausted squirrel boy lagging behind him.
“Riveeeer, come on! They turned the lights off, they're not gonna have anything left to give us. I REALLY don't want to get in trouble tonight, please can we just go home now? It's dark out here,” Dexter complained as he caught up to his friend at the edge of the now dark yard. He reached out to grab River's hand, only for the other boy to yank him forward with him as he walked up the driveway.
“No. come on, you big baby! If they don't have anything we can go back, we're not that far from your house, anyway. They have cool stuff set up, they've gotta have something good to hand out still,” River responded as he reached forward to ring the doorbell.
There was a long silence as the boys waited for a response, River growing impatient and quickly ringing one more time before Dexter could protest. The sound of footsteps from inside slowly grew louder until they heard the lock turn, the door slowly cracking open as the pair stared up at a tall white fox, frustration clear on his face as he flicked the switch on the wall to turn the porch light on. “Whoa,” the teen fox said, his mouth turning into a sly grin with his fangs bared. “You girls are just adorable. TRAVIS! C'mere,” he shouted, gesturing towards a possum who was sitting a few feet away on the couch.
The possum stood, quickly walking towards the fox. “What's up? Who's here?” he asked before spotting the pair standing on the porch.
Dexter whimpered quietly enough that nobody could hear him, but something about the way the two older boys were looking at them scared him. He felt a shiver roll up his spine, and he wanted nothing more than to grab River's hand and run away. He knew River wouldn't listen to him or his objections, so he stood and suffered silently as his chinchilla friend finally shouted “Trick or treat!”
“Aren't they adorable, Travis? What do you think? I think we should treat them,” the fox said with a smirk before leaning over to whisper something into the possum's ear. Dexter watched as Travis' eyes shot wide, his gaze quickly drawn to River's face as though he suddenly recognized the third grader.
“Holy shit, it really i- uh, I mean, yeah, for sure. But, see, the thing is we're all out of little candies for the trick or treaters. I'm not sure where your parents hide the good stuff, Derek,” the possum responded, his eyes glued to River's face, the young boy seemingly not noticing the strange gaze on him. 
“Alright guys, I know where my parents keep the good stuff, but see, I'm too big to get under their bed where they hide it. You gotta come get it if you want it, yeah? I promise it'll be worth it,” Derek said with an unsettling grin that made Dexter start to tremble. The fox gestured for the pair to come inside, Dexter briefly starting to protest before being cut off by an impatient tug from River, pulling him along behind him.
The sound of the door closing and locking behind them made Dexter's ears twitch, his heart pounding hard in his chest. He knew this was wrong, he knew they were in trouble now for doing something so stupid, but he felt he had no choice but to go along with River as the older teen possum in front of them led them through the house, the arctic fox following close behind them to make sure they had no way out. The young squirrel felt his fur standing on end by the time Travis led them into a bedroom just before the end of the hallway, ushering them inside before closing the door.
Dexter felt his heart skip a beat when Derek placed a large, clawed hand on his shoulder. He let out a high pitched whine, unable to stop himself from crying out of fear as he watched the older possum across from him quickly push River onto the bed. “Riveeeeer…” the young squirrel cried out as he felt himself being led towards the bed next to him. 
“I lied, there is no candy,” Derek said as he grabbed Dexter's chin and forced his head towards River sitting next to him. “See, your friend here is going to get something even better to put in his mouth. C'mon, Travis. You said you wanted to get head, well this is your chance to get it from someone who knows what he's doing. No need to be gentle about it, you saw those videos. He can take it.”
River's eyes briefly widened when he realized what was going on, trying to turn to look to Dexter until he felt a hand on his head holding him in place. He struggled to keep his composure as the teen possum in front of him reached his free hand down to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. Travis pushed River's hood backwards so he could get a better look at his whole face, a creepy smile quickly creeping across his face as soon as he took in the sight of the boy. 
“Damn, there's no mistaking that face. It really is the same kid from the videos,” Travis chuckled out in borderline disbelief. He quickly fished his half hard cock out from his underwear, briefly flopping it around in front of River's face. “I know you know what to do with this, I've seen it.”
River couldn't hide the nervous blush on his face even with his pink fur. “I-is that it? Is that little thing supposed to scare me? I've had WAY big-” River was cut off by a frustrated slap to the face before he felt himself get pulled forward, his nose mashed against Travis' slowly hardening circumcised length. 
“I think you've done enough talking for now. Lets put that mouth to better use,” the possum said, trying not to show how much the 8 year old's brief insult got to him. “O-open up, fucker. If I feel teeth, you're getting a lot worse than another slap!”
River groaned uncomfortably, grimacing and keeping his mouth shut as Travis grabbed his hardening 5 inch length and pushed it against the young child's lips. River could feel the older boy losing patience as the grip on his head tightened, painfully tugging some of his fur until his eyes started to tear up and he opened his mouth to cry out in pain. His cry was cut off by the teen in front of him taking the opportunity to force his penis into the 8 year old's unprepared mouth, the taste causing him to briefly choke while Travis moaned quietly from the sensation.
Derek held tight on Dexter's head, forcing him to watch Travis violate his little friend, the young squirrel quietly sobbing as he watched on confused, not understanding what was happening. “Don't worry, little cutie,” Derek whispered into his ear. “Your friend here has lots of experience doing this sort of thing. You should see some of the videos he's been in, little slut was made for this shit.”
Dexter's stomach churned as he was forced to watch Travis shove forward, forcing his cock against the back of River's throat and making him gag harshly. The sound terrified him, making him feel weak as his friends choking got more and more violent and intense. “It's a beautiful sound, isn't it? Music to my ears,” the fox whispered into the young squirrel's twitchy, tufted ear. “I think I want to hear the kind of noises you make now, too. I wonder, are you a boy like your friend, cutie?”
Dexter could do nothing but whine and tremble as he felt Derek’s large, clawed hands start to wander across his body, slowly rubbing his chest through his blue overalls, quickly unbuttoning the straps before the young rodent could realize what he was doing. “Don't tell me, I want to find out for myself what hole I'll be stuffing tonight,” Derek huffed out as he pushed his victim down onto his back and started to pull his costume down, slowly uncovering the terrified boy's slim frame. “Oh, ain't that just precious. White hello kitty panties to match the rest of the costume.”
Dexter's face flushed hot with shame, embarrassed to have his private place revealed. He wanted so badly to run away, but he was terrified of what would happen to him and his friend if he tried. The older fox holding him down scared him, the teen's red eyes striking a deep sense of dread into him that told him just how much more dangerous things could get if he didn't cooperate. He felt his stomach churning, tying itself into heavy, uncomfortable knots as Derek brought his hands down to the young child's cloth covered bulge, the small rodent far too afraid for his little cock to even twitch from the contact. 
Derek quickly dug his claws into Dexter's underwear, tearing them off roughly before the young boy could even process what was happening. He smiled wide at the sight before him, the tiny squirrel now clad in nothing but a simple yellow t shirt along with the red bow in his hair. The sound of harsh gags filled the room as the fox looked over to Travis, the teen possum lost in bliss with a death grip on River's head as he forced the 8 year old to roughly swallow his entire cut length. “That's it, Travis. Give it to him, don't hold back. Didn't think you'd last this long, but keep at it,” Derek said with a growl, heavy arousal clear in his voice.
The sound of Dexter's fearful sobs could just barely be heard over the violent choking noises echoing off the walls, the young squirrel's mind a terrified mess as he remembered all the times his parents warned him about strangers who might want to touch him inappropriately. He didn't understand what it meant, he didn't know what was really going on or why, but he was now certain this was what they were warning him about. He let out a high pitched squeal of surprise as he felt himself roughly pulled closer to the edge of the bed before his legs were pushed apart, Derek standing between them and reaching for his zipper to fish his sizable knotted length out through the fly in his pants. Dexter's heart sank in his chest like a brick, slowly starting to understand what was about to happen when he felt Derek’s leaking tip poking around at his backside.
Derek found his mark, taking his time to slowly press his dripping tip into the third grader's entirely unprepared asshole, the high pitched squeals leaving the small boy's throat only adding to the older fox's arousal. Feeling he had enough of himself inside of the child to not slip out, he leaned down over Dexter, holding himself up over him and forcing him to look him in the eye as he violated the boy in a way the 8 year old had never imagined was possible. The fox leaned down to lick at the trail of tears streaming down the small child's face before pulling away again, staring deeply into his dark green eyes with a vicious snarl as he shoved forward.
Dexter hissed and whined, crying and screaming from the sharp, searing pain stretching his tight, underdeveloped hole. His mind screamed at him to run, to fight, but his body refused to move out of sheer terror from the blood red gaze piercing through him as the older teen had his way. He didn't know it was possible to feel such immense pain, the squirrel struggling to breathe through his screaming as Derek slowly forced himself further and further inside of the boy, only just barely aided by the slow drip of precum from the tip of his 7 inch canine length. 
“Fuuuuuck yeah, you're gonna be feeling this for a while, kid. Keep screaming, you're not going anywhere til I'm finished having my fun,” Derek growled out in a huffy voice that dripped with malice and arousal. He couldn't help but moan at the feeling of Dexter's tight anal walls clenching around his angry, throbbing length, taking a moment to sit still and enjoy the sensation of the third grader involuntarily milking his shaft. He pulled back slowly, enjoying the brief look of confused hope that washed over Dexter's face, before quickly shoving forward, forcing his angry red length even further inside of the boy and causing him to choke on his own screams as his eyes blurred from the flood of tears leaking from him. 
River was struggling to breathe as his ears twitched around, struggling with his own hell as he pushed his hands against Travis' thighs, hopeless as he realized he had no hope of slowing the horny older boy down as he sheathed himself down his throat again. His stomach churned uncomfortably as he continued to gag and choke, constantly spitting up slimy gobs of clear, sticky slime from his throat that made the boy abusing him moan out loud. A deep sense of guilt overtook the young chinchilla's mind, regretting not listening to his friend when he repeatedly begged to just go home, beating himself up mentally for forcing the only kid at school who'd put up with his bratty, abrasive demeanor to put up with more of his selfish antics. 
Travis was fully lost in heaven as he felt River's tight young throat rippling and constricting around his throbbing, circumcised length, having no care whatsoever for the little boy's well being as he felt him push and punch against his thighs in vain trying to get away. The sound of the incessant screaming and crying from his friend's victim drew his attention for a moment, the possum's eyes widening when he saw the small bulge in the little squirrel's belly from Derek’s sizable member. He watched the small boy thrash around on the bed as the fox hovered over him, Travis unable to hold back a gasp of surprise when he realized his friend had fully hilted himself inside the tiny rodent. He blushed when Derek slowly turned his head towards him, giving him a sly wink before turning his attention back to Dexter and speeding up his violent thrusts.
Dexter let out a high pitched wail as the fox above him picked up speed, the poor boy's unprepared hole burning hot and stinging more and more with every thrust. He could no longer see, his constant stream of heavy tears blurring his vision as Derek leaned down and fully laid on top of him, making it harder for him to breathe between sobs and cries. The world around him disappeared entirely, no longer able to even hear River's horrific choking noises as he gagged and retched on Travis' throbbing, sensitive meat. He wanted nothing more than to wake up and have his nightmare end, to have his mother comfort him and tell him it's all going to be ok, that none of it ever happened, but he knew he wasn't dreaming. This pain was far too real, too constant to be a figment of his imagination no matter how hard he wished it was just his young mind playing nasty tricks on him.
Slowly, Dexter's thoughts started to fade and a strange feeling washed over him. He could still feel a dull, stinging pain, but it didn't feel like part of him anymore. His thrashing slowed, feeling as though there were a delay between his actual movements and the feeling of making them. His breathing steadied as he stared straight ahead, his vision still too blurred by his tears to see the evil, toothy grin and blood red eyes staring down at him. Somehow in his mind, this unknown feeling terrified him even more than the relentless pain that haunted him just moments before. His mind slowly blanked out as consciousness left him, only a steady stream of soft grunts and groans left his mouth as his eyes fluttered shut and sent him to sleep.
Derek laughed as his toy went limp under him, the knowledge that he'd inflicted enough pain on the small child clenching around his angry, throbbing cock exciting him like nothing else. A familiar pressure began to build deep in his pelvic muscles, a dull ache that slowly grew as his knot began to expand inside of the squirrel below him. He pulled back one last time before shoving forward again, harder than ever before as he fully popped his knot in, locking him in place as Dexter's battered anal ring closed around behind it and held it tightly, stimulating the fox in just the perfect way to make that pressure grow even faster. Shallow erratic thrusts were all Derek could manage as he felt that white hot pressure grow and grow, quickly reaching the base of his throbbing red rod before racing up and out of him, splattering against the sore, stretched and bruised anal walls of the unconscious child below him.
Travis didn't realize how close he was to cumming until River was already heaving and retching on his potent teen seed as his rock hard cock throbbed and shot rope after rope along with his heartbeat. The possum was frozen in place, his mind a mess of pleasurable static as his entire body trembled involuntarily while his orgasm overwhelmed all of his senses. He didn't know where he was anymore, and he didn't care, only knowing he didn't want this moment to ever end. River's tight throat rippled and clenched around the head of the older teen's rigid rod with every gag and choke from each spurt of pubescent seed that violently splashed against the back of his throat, causing the older boy's mouth to hang open in a silent moan as his body seized up.
River was certain he was going to pass out, his lungs absolutely screaming for air that he'd lost all hope of ever getting as he felt Travis' death grip on his head, holding the third grader's nose pressed hard against his fluffy pubic mound. His stomach heaved and churned with every throb and spurt he felt stretching and drowning his throat, occasionally forcing a violent, wet cough from him that sent sticky clear throat slime and possum cum out from his mouth and nose to splatter against his attacker's crotch. Just as he felt himself starting to fade, he felt the blockage in his throat let up and his body heaved forward on reflex to cough out whatever fluids it could from his battered and bruised throat, the poor boy coughing himself into unconsciousness as his head hit the floor just next to the puddle of teenage semen he'd just hacked up.
Derek smiled down at the small bulge that slowly grew in Dexter's belly from the sizable load of semen  he was forcing into him through his knotted canine rod, his orgasm starting to taper off as he heard the thud of the pink chinchilla next to him hitting the floor and falling unconscious. “How was your first blow, buddy?” he asked, smirking at the huffing possum who was looking down with genuine concern at the fluffy pink lump sleeping on the floor.
Travis took a moment before he registered that he'd been asked a question. “Huh? Oh, holy shit. That was amazing, I didn't think it would be that intense,” he huffed out, still trying to catch his breath as he came down from his orgasm. “I-I think I...I mean, is he-”
Derek cut the boy off before he could finish his sentence, knowing exactly where his mind was going. “He'll be fine, his chest is still moving. He did his job, we'll pay em for it. As soon as I deflate we'll take them somewhere else. What time is it?”
Dexter's mother sped down the street, narrowly avoiding causing an accident as she raced towards the park a few blocks away. The call she'd received from one of the neighbors made her blood run cold, staring at the wall in disbelief as the woman briefly struggled to process what she'd been told before instinct took over and she ran out to the car. Her tires screeched as she turned hard around a corner, stopping her car in the middle of the street as soon as the park came into view, the sound of police and ambulance sirens blaring through the neighborhood just a few streets behind her. She ran towards the pink and gray lumps laying unconscious in the middle of the playground, her heart sinking in her chest like a brick as she noticed the state of her child and his friend. Stripped bare in public, laid face down with their battered backsides in the air, the ends of a handful of lollipops sticking out from their inflamed holes. A high pitched wail pierced through the park as the woman began to sob, holding her abused child as his ears twitched and his eyes fluttered open.