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This is a work of fiction and fantasy. It does not and should not represent anything in the real world!


I made a journal about The Tenements, it has SPOILERS!
But I am also curious about which characters make the audience tick, and what you guys would like to see more of!^^
https://inkbunny.net/j/523843-bullubullu-the-tenements", "writing": "John's paws trembled as he watched the two lewd cubs through his binoculars. The morning light came in only through a strategically cut hole in the blackout curtains where he would watch the tenement block's cubs on the playground. His spent member was still leaking and there was a musky smell in the air, curtesy of the semen he had shot onto the curtain as well as his general state of bad hygiene. \nThe summer heat didn't help either. \nThe girlcub, a fox entering puberty, growing and gangly but still flat-chested, had just swallowed the boycub's urine and was now sucking his cock like her life depended on it. \nHuffing as he took in the sight, member hardening again, the skunk groped himself as he saw the wolfcub squirm in place, already twice climaxed, the fox taking his member to the root. It was then that the duos' playtime was interrupted by a gaggle of cubs that came pouring out one of the blocks like a tidal wave. \n\nThe Henriksons. \n\nThey had one of the big apartments to fit all 6 cubs. John shook his head in dismay as the two lovebirds got dressed frantically, before sliding down the fireman's pole to play with the other cubs.\nThe skunk frowned at the sight of that big family of cubs. Despite the poor quality of their clothes, they were all well-fed and bright-eyed, with the kind of parents that [i]cared[/i]. \n\nHe moved away from the window, only interested in ogling the ones he knew he had a chance with. The forgotten oldest brother or sister, the malnourished child-of-junkies, the empty-eyed victims of violence. \nHe thought back on his many, many encounters and vowed to himself that he would get his cock buried in either the fox or the wolf, maybe both. His brain served him a few nice fantasies of a threesome, but he shook the glamour away, focusing on the here and now. Separated, vulnerable, alone. Those were his prey.\nThe skunk tugged his sticky cock into his smelly sweatpants and sat down in front of his TV, the cable serving up the same trash as always, a cold beer in his paw, a lit cigarette in the other as he watched whichever mind-numbing show it served him.\n\nHe had been keeping a lookout for the duo throughout the day, catching them once up on the tower, making out briefly, almost chastely, nothing compared to the hardcore action he had witnessed a few hours later. He was already feeling a bit tired, the heat and the beers doing a right number on him, and he sat down on his creaking leather couch, groping his crotch, vividly remembering the sordid acts the cubs had committed. \nJohn gulped down another half beer and burped loudly, deciding the day had been well-spent, and he rested his head backwards, falling into a deep slumber. \n\n------------\n\nIt had been a fluke that he had been up early the previous day, but he woke up early this day as well, the birds barely chirping, the sound coming in from the window in his bedroom. The skunk shook his head groggily, a bit of a hangover in his system, a bit of a full bladder in his body. \n\nHis door knocked then. His ears perked forward, wondering if that was what had woken him up.\nGrunting, adjusting his morning wood so it didn't bulge his sweatpants that obviously, he went over and opened the door. \n\"Casey!\" \n\"Hi Mr. Simmons..\" An eight year old beagle cub stood outside, the smell on him heavier than the skunk's own musk.\n\"What are you doing here this early in the morning?\" He kept his tone stern, even as his mind had begun to churn with the possibilities of his full bladder and a more-or-less willing cub.\n\"I...\" The cub cast his gaze away, the most beautiful emerald eyes socketed in his pretty beagle face which was always tarnished with some dirt or other. He rarely kept eye contact, and John felt himself lucky for having such a pretty set of eyes looking up when the cub's mouth was around his prick.\n\"...Yes?\" \n\"I couldn't sleep for the smell. I was hoping I could sleep over here for a few days. Just until the weather turns!\" \nNow John made a big number out of looking like he was considering it, and definitely considering against it, even as he felt a deep throb in his nutsack as it drew up against his body. \n\"Please Mr. Simmons!\" The beagle didn't bother explaining what the smell was and John already knew it.\nHe knew [i]all[/i] of his playthings' secrets. Casey's dad was a hoarder, the whole apartment full of trash, both newspapers and broken bits and bobs as well as literally rotting food. They had moved into the other block the year before, after getting thrown out of another tenement complex. The man was also quite mentally ill, not really a capable parent. At all. Basically never leaving the apartment, on some kind of benefits that could afford him to order deliveries.\nThe skunk took in a deep breath, mainly through his nose, waggling his whiskers, really making a show out of discomforting the boycub whose ears were splaying backwards, tail tugged between his legs, his only friend in the whole wide world seemingly about to turn him away. \n\"Alright kid. I'll help you out. That's what friends are for, right?\" John said, keeping his tone chipper, inwardly screaming with joy at how quickly the boycub's expression changed, how his canine tail began to wag.\n\"We've gotta take a shower first, eh? Maybe rinse out your clothes?\" \n\n\nJohn had questionable hygiene, but the cub couldn't really shower at home unless his dad put in a herculean 45minute effort into clearing out the restroom. The skunk was on his knees, nibbling at Casey's stomach, then further down, his tongue making circles around the canine's sheath. Flickering lights cast from the light fixture in his bathroom illuminated the scene, the smell of detergent wafting over from the sink where the kid's clothes were soaking.\nThe outside of the cub's clothes stunk like trash, but his crotch was always so lovely musky, smelling like boysweat and urine, John's erection throbbing in the air as he put his lips around the sheath, letting his tongue dart inside, the cub moaning a little, holding on to his shoulder and his sweat-damp headfur. He felt the cub's hardness growing and murred deep in his throat, expertly coaxing out the boy's member until it was fully hard, a couple of inches of very musky canine meat, a roundness to where his knot would grow in eventually. John hummed and sucked off the cub, a paw around his butt, groping the squirming beagle who knew what the price of his visit would be. Still, he moaned ever louder as the skunk kept up his oral ministrations, getting the boycub to that sweet point where he was close to his climax and then pulling off with a slurp, smirking as Casey mewled out, reaching out for his face. \nHe groped harder and enveloped the cub into a hug, pressing his musky hardness against the still babyfat stomach, enjoying the squishiness of his rump.\n\"You know what Casey? I have a big problem I need your help with. Gotta keep the water bill down, right? So here's the deal, I have to pee, and I want you to drink it, then we can shower afterwards!\" John kept his tone chipper as always with the little canine, who would do practically [i]anything[/i] to escape the crushing despair of his home.\n\"Do I have to?\" The cub asked hesitantly, a frown on his features, not the first time the skunk had asked him to serve as a urinal. \n\"You know it buddy! Water is [i]expensive[/i]! Why I only ever pee in the sink, but with the added cost of having you around, we've gotta conserve where it's possible, right?\" \nThe beagleboy just shook his head, ears flopping around, then splaying back as he looked at the shower stall, knowing this would be where he would drink the skunk's piss.\n\nHis [i]morning[/i] piss, John thought lewdly, his cock throbbing as he imagined how foul it would taste for the little cub. He was already moving towards the stall, knowing the canine would follow. \n\nAs they always did. \n\nA moment later the cub had his paw around the skunk's shaft, maw opened wide, eyes scrunched up. \n\"Now you be a good boy for me now and drink it all, alright?\" He put a bit of sternness into his voice, letting the cub know he meant business. \"And look me in the eyes, Casey.\" At that the emerald green eyes snapped to attention, creased as the beagle frowned, the most direct eye-contact the boycub ever made with any other fur. John smiled and scritched him under his chin, letting him know how much he appreciated his efforts. Then the skunk relaxed. \nAs soon as the foamy, dark-yellow piss pooled in the cub's muzzle he retched and spat it out, unable to bear the taste. \"Casey!\" Said the skunk, using his voice like a whip, and those scrunched-up eyes opened wide, the cub gurgling as he tried to swallow the next pool that quickly formed in his upturned muzzle. He kept his small paw around the skunk's length, keeping the aim true, and John felt a surge of arousal make his cock spasm, the piss flying wild, before the pup controlled it back down to aim directly into his open mouth. \nThe boycub had tears in his beautiful eyes. Those emerald orbs spoke of belonging, of meaning, of enduring, wavering, flickering, yet constant, brow furrowed in concentration as he got past the vile taste of the skunk's morning piss and focused on it's sheer volume. \nCasey began to gasp now inbetween each swallow, the outpour too much for his little stomach and his little lungs to keep up with, but John just put a paw on his cheek, nuzzling it with a thumb, never breaking eye contact, keeping that pleased smile on his face as he inwardly sneered and snarled like the perverted predator he was. \n\"You can let go now,\" The man said, taking hold of his member, aiming it higher, drenching the cub in the last of his piss, the beagle [i]still[/i] keeping eye-contact even though his eyelids flickered as salty urine ran down his face. \n\"Good boy, Casey!\" John ruffled the cub's headfur, reaching for the shower head, turning on the water and letting it run for a few seconds before he aimed it at the beagleboy who seemed happy to have the smell washed out. The skunk made sure the fur all over his body was fully wet before turning off the water, not really lying about trying to keep the costs down, and he lathered up the green-eyed puppy with a manly smelling shower gel, yet another way to mark him as his own. He smiled to himself as he rubbed and massaged the cub's body, taking his time well beyond the needs of his dirty fur, fingers dragging into every nook and cranny of the beagle's body, especially around his crotch and butt. \n\n\"Let's head into the bedroom for some fun!\" John said, as always keeping that playful tone, noting how the beagle's tail dropped between his legs yet still following, willing to do as he wished as long as he got to stay at his apartment. \"Here, sit on my lap.\" The skunk grunted as he sat down, patting his knee, his foreskin-covered cock dribbling precum. The little beagle jumped up and then leaned his shoulder against the skunk's chest. He had a bit of chub to him these days, something he had noticed cubs loved cuddling against, and he took in deep breaths as he wrapped his arm around the cub's other shoulder, looking down at his crotch. \nBarely hesitating, Casey grabbed his member, causing John to shudder in pleasure. Clean paws met slimy cock and the scents that wafted up, stinks to the cub's sensitive nose probably, caused the skunk to growl. He squeezed the canine harder against his chest, hampering his handjob a little, making sure that he wouldn't be able to get him off this way. \nMouth or ass.\n[i]Always.[/i]\nStill, the cub's diligent manipulation of his foreskin, the deft sliding up and down, the way he squeezed his thumb just right the way he had learned it properly on his third visit some 5 months earlier, had the skunk huffing and moaning in pleasure, soon getting antsy enough to move to the next part. And then it struck him. Before the cub's mouth was ablaze with the taste of unwashed cock, he had something not quite as filthy to give him first. \n\n\"Get on the floor, on your knees, paws behind your back, eyes on me.\" \nThe beagle whined and clambered down, taking the position, even opening his mouth, anticipating the skunk's musky member. Instead, John stood up and put a finger under the cub's chin, tilting his head upwards until he was staring at the ceiling and then he moved his black-furred head in, noting how the cub's emerald eyes widened. \nHe harked up a glob of spit, then let it crest his lips, eyes locking with Casey's. He let the spit fall and watched with barely hidden glee how the cub's eyes scrunched up as he tasted his spit. Hadn't brushed for a couple of days, it was probably quite rank, and the boy's facial expression showed it. \n\"Swallow.\" \nThe beagle gulped it down. Gagging as the spit travelled down his throat.\n\"Open your mouth, Casey.\" \nThe well-conditioned cub did as he ordered and the skunk felt like the lord of the fucking world, humiliating and demeaning this cute little thing as he harked up another fat glob of spit, this time mixed with cigaretty slime. He didn't let it drip this time, instead he leaned close and spat it out viciously, specks of saliva marking the beagle's facial fur. He gagged, almost vomited John could see, probably from the texture, yet this boy was a trooper, fully in his paw. He swallowed like a good boy would, eyes open and seeking out his for approval as he opened his mouth again without being asked. \n\nHe wanted to go on, but John's hard-on surged as he saw that act of abject submission and he grabbed his cock by its base and presented it to the moist lips of the beagle, pushing the cockhead inside, slowly rubbing it back and forth, knowing all the funk underneath his foreskin would be deposited at the very edge of the cub's mouth with a whole lot of tongue to pass over before it would be swallowed. \nCasey sneezed cutely from the taste and the smell, but he had grown accustomed to worse, and he diligently began to suck off the skunk, bobbing and weaving his head, a paw soon stroking the shaft, the other working his nutsack. \n\"That's real good, Casey. You are making me feel real good buddy. You are such a special boy to me, you know that?\" He even meant it as the words came out, cockhead halfway down the eager-to-please cub's throat. He halted, gurgled, emerald eyes watering, and then he plunged forward, almost taking it to the base without gagging, John groaning in pleasure as the cub throatfucked himself. \n\"Fuck yeah, Casey, that's so good. You are such a good boy. The best boy. The best friend I could ask for...\" \nHe kept on the praise, scritching the beagle's headfur, his ears, stroking his cheeks, showering him with all the affection and attention he didn't get elsewhere and the 8-year-old's maw was a blur as he plunged the skunk's cock down on repeat, gurgling and gagging, John finally taking over and gripping his skull, cramming him roughly against his musky crotchfur as he climaxed, his load shooting straight down his stomach. He let his cock pulsate four times before he pulled back, his paw grabbing Casey's scruff, keeping him in place as ropes of cum painted his face, eyes fluttering, tears dripping from the intensity of the throatfuck. And yet those emerald orbs kept on seeking out his approval, his recognition, his [i]affection[/i]. \n\nAfter grabbing a stained and musky towel from the top of his hamper and wiping off some of the cum, John dragged the cub into bed, embracing him, kissing him, tasting his unwashed cock on his breath. Most all cubs loved a bit of kissing and Casey was no exception, the beagle murring and whining, grinding his slender body against the skunk's thicker one, his little pecker hardening in its sheath. \n\"Get on your knees and elbows. I'll get you ready for some buttfun!\" \nOnce again, that cheery tone, but on the inside he was roaring and clamoring and growling like a beast. That expression of dismay, the sudden drawdown of the beagle's tail, his ears splaying fully back. And still he took the position! John eagerly climbed close, grabbing the downwards-tucked tail, revealing the freshly-cleaned pucker of the boy. \n\"You went number 2 before coming here right?\" He asked, tone rhetorical, the cub nodding quickly. \"Good. I don't want any messes for you to clean up.\" \nThe skunk then dug in, the cub liking the rimjob despite knowing the foreplay would be leading to discomfort and outright pain. Especially when John rubbed his pecker at the same time, which he did, growling and slurping, slowly getting himself riled up. It took some time and he was able to stick his tongue inside by the time his cock was throbbing hard again. The bed creaked as he got in close, Casey whimpering, slick cock squelching against his tight hole, cubhood dangling underneath.\n\"Be a good boy and cry silently. I know it hurts, but it feels so good to me. You are my friend, right Casey? Friends make each other feel good, right? I'll make you feel good afterwards, I promise!\" \n\nThe beagle shivered, grabbed a pillow that had seen better days and stuck the edge of it into his mouth, biting down so hard the skunk could see the tendons on his neck. \n\"Good boy. I'm going in now..\" \n[i]Push[/i]\n[i]Grind[/i]\nSome cubs he fingered first. Some he fucked 'till they bled. Casey got the middle-of-the-road option, slick and somewhat loosened, but not nearly enough to avoid the pain as John let his hips push forward with all his might, bottoming out in one multi-second shove that had the boycub tensing and shuddering, a yowl escaping his lips, the pillow already absorbing a few stray tears. \nThis was where he wanted them. At his mercy. Crying. Biting the pillow. Enduring the pain and the humiliation to spend time with him that was anything but sexual, watching toons, eating candy, sleeping a full night without waking up to screaming and fighting parents. \nHe pulled his hips back and slammed them forward, the bed creaking, the cub whining into the pillow, a high-pitched warbling sound. He did again, then again, soon picking up speed, the cub practically collapsing after a few minutes, the skunk's bodyweight on top, fucking him deep into the mattress until he came with a roar, painting the beagle's insides white. \n\n\"Good boy, Casey...\"\n\n\n-------------\n\n\nThe cub was sitting on his couch, dressed in one of John's old t-shirts, the oversized garment wrapped around his knees he had drawn up against his body as he watched the morning cartoons, an empty bowl of sugary cereal on the table. \nJohn was at the window, peeking out through his binoculars, happy to observe the wolf and the fox meeting up again. He grunted as he saw them kiss and grope up in the wooden castle tower, huffed as they undressed and then turned away with a sudden growl, pouncing towards the beagle whose green eyes snapped to his in surprise and fear. \nHe tackled him onto the couch, tickling him for about thirty seconds, just to prove that he could, and then let the giggling and gasping cub sit back up again to watch his cartoons in peace, rubbing the tickle-tears from his eyes before he rested back on the couch, a smile on his face, the fur there still showing a few cumstains. \n\nJohn smiled, rubbing his crotch as he leaned back, lighting up a cigarette. Patience. \n\nCasey would be staying for [i]days[/i].\n\nHe put his other paw around the boycub and hugged him tight, Casey leaning into the hug with a happy chirp.\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "John's paws trembled as he watched the two lewd cubs through his binoculars. The morning light came in only through a strategically cut hole in the blackout curtains where he would watch the tenement block's cubs on the playground. His spent member was still leaking and there was a musky smell in the air, curtesy of the semen he had shot onto the curtain as well as his general state of bad hygiene.
The summer heat didn't help either.
The girlcub, a fox entering puberty, growing and gangly but still flat-chested, had just swallowed the boycub's urine and was now sucking his cock like her life depended on it.
Huffing as he took in the sight, member hardening again, the skunk groped himself as he saw the wolfcub squirm in place, already twice climaxed, the fox taking his member to the root. It was then that the duos' playtime was interrupted by a gaggle of cubs that came pouring out one of the blocks like a tidal wave.

The Henriksons.

They had one of the big apartments to fit all 6 cubs. John shook his head in dismay as the two lovebirds got dressed frantically, before sliding down the fireman's pole to play with the other cubs.
The skunk frowned at the sight of that big family of cubs. Despite the poor quality of their clothes, they were all well-fed and bright-eyed, with the kind of parents that cared.

He moved away from the window, only interested in ogling the ones he knew he had a chance with. The forgotten oldest brother or sister, the malnourished child-of-junkies, the empty-eyed victims of violence.
He thought back on his many, many encounters and vowed to himself that he would get his cock buried in either the fox or the wolf, maybe both. His brain served him a few nice fantasies of a threesome, but he shook the glamour away, focusing on the here and now. Separated, vulnerable, alone. Those were his prey.
The skunk tugged his sticky cock into his smelly sweatpants and sat down in front of his TV, the cable serving up the same trash as always, a cold beer in his paw, a lit cigarette in the other as he watched whichever mind-numbing show it served him.

He had been keeping a lookout for the duo throughout the day, catching them once up on the tower, making out briefly, almost chastely, nothing compared to the hardcore action he had witnessed a few hours later. He was already feeling a bit tired, the heat and the beers doing a right number on him, and he sat down on his creaking leather couch, groping his crotch, vividly remembering the sordid acts the cubs had committed.
John gulped down another half beer and burped loudly, deciding the day had been well-spent, and he rested his head backwards, falling into a deep slumber.

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It had been a fluke that he had been up early the previous day, but he woke up early this day as well, the birds barely chirping, the sound coming in from the window in his bedroom. The skunk shook his head groggily, a bit of a hangover in his system, a bit of a full bladder in his body.

His door knocked then. His ears perked forward, wondering if that was what had woken him up.
Grunting, adjusting his morning wood so it didn't bulge his sweatpants that obviously, he went over and opened the door.
"Casey!"
"Hi Mr. Simmons.." An eight year old beagle cub stood outside, the smell on him heavier than the skunk's own musk.
"What are you doing here this early in the morning?" He kept his tone stern, even as his mind had begun to churn with the possibilities of his full bladder and a more-or-less willing cub.
"I..." The cub cast his gaze away, the most beautiful emerald eyes socketed in his pretty beagle face which was always tarnished with some dirt or other. He rarely kept eye contact, and John felt himself lucky for having such a pretty set of eyes looking up when the cub's mouth was around his prick.
"...Yes?"
"I couldn't sleep for the smell. I was hoping I could sleep over here for a few days. Just until the weather turns!"
Now John made a big number out of looking like he was considering it, and definitely considering against it, even as he felt a deep throb in his nutsack as it drew up against his body.
"Please Mr. Simmons!" The beagle didn't bother explaining what the smell was and John already knew it.
He knew all of his playthings' secrets. Casey's dad was a hoarder, the whole apartment full of trash, both newspapers and broken bits and bobs as well as literally rotting food. They had moved into the other block the year before, after getting thrown out of another tenement complex. The man was also quite mentally ill, not really a capable parent. At all. Basically never leaving the apartment, on some kind of benefits that could afford him to order deliveries.
The skunk took in a deep breath, mainly through his nose, waggling his whiskers, really making a show out of discomforting the boycub whose ears were splaying backwards, tail tugged between his legs, his only friend in the whole wide world seemingly about to turn him away.
"Alright kid. I'll help you out. That's what friends are for, right?" John said, keeping his tone chipper, inwardly screaming with joy at how quickly the boycub's expression changed, how his canine tail began to wag.
"We've gotta take a shower first, eh? Maybe rinse out your clothes?"


John had questionable hygiene, but the cub couldn't really shower at home unless his dad put in a herculean 45minute effort into clearing out the restroom. The skunk was on his knees, nibbling at Casey's stomach, then further down, his tongue making circles around the canine's sheath. Flickering lights cast from the light fixture in his bathroom illuminated the scene, the smell of detergent wafting over from the sink where the kid's clothes were soaking.
The outside of the cub's clothes stunk like trash, but his crotch was always so lovely musky, smelling like boysweat and urine, John's erection throbbing in the air as he put his lips around the sheath, letting his tongue dart inside, the cub moaning a little, holding on to his shoulder and his sweat-damp headfur. He felt the cub's hardness growing and murred deep in his throat, expertly coaxing out the boy's member until it was fully hard, a couple of inches of very musky canine meat, a roundness to where his knot would grow in eventually. John hummed and sucked off the cub, a paw around his butt, groping the squirming beagle who knew what the price of his visit would be. Still, he moaned ever louder as the skunk kept up his oral ministrations, getting the boycub to that sweet point where he was close to his climax and then pulling off with a slurp, smirking as Casey mewled out, reaching out for his face.
He groped harder and enveloped the cub into a hug, pressing his musky hardness against the still babyfat stomach, enjoying the squishiness of his rump.
"You know what Casey? I have a big problem I need your help with. Gotta keep the water bill down, right? So here's the deal, I have to pee, and I want you to drink it, then we can shower afterwards!" John kept his tone chipper as always with the little canine, who would do practically anything to escape the crushing despair of his home.
"Do I have to?" The cub asked hesitantly, a frown on his features, not the first time the skunk had asked him to serve as a urinal.
"You know it buddy! Water is expensive! Why I only ever pee in the sink, but with the added cost of having you around, we've gotta conserve where it's possible, right?"
The beagleboy just shook his head, ears flopping around, then splaying back as he looked at the shower stall, knowing this would be where he would drink the skunk's piss.

His morning piss, John thought lewdly, his cock throbbing as he imagined how foul it would taste for the little cub. He was already moving towards the stall, knowing the canine would follow.

As they always did.

A moment later the cub had his paw around the skunk's shaft, maw opened wide, eyes scrunched up.
"Now you be a good boy for me now and drink it all, alright?" He put a bit of sternness into his voice, letting the cub know he meant business. "And look me in the eyes, Casey." At that the emerald green eyes snapped to attention, creased as the beagle frowned, the most direct eye-contact the boycub ever made with any other fur. John smiled and scritched him under his chin, letting him know how much he appreciated his efforts. Then the skunk relaxed.
As soon as the foamy, dark-yellow piss pooled in the cub's muzzle he retched and spat it out, unable to bear the taste. "Casey!" Said the skunk, using his voice like a whip, and those scrunched-up eyes opened wide, the cub gurgling as he tried to swallow the next pool that quickly formed in his upturned muzzle. He kept his small paw around the skunk's length, keeping the aim true, and John felt a surge of arousal make his cock spasm, the piss flying wild, before the pup controlled it back down to aim directly into his open mouth.
The boycub had tears in his beautiful eyes. Those emerald orbs spoke of belonging, of meaning, of enduring, wavering, flickering, yet constant, brow furrowed in concentration as he got past the vile taste of the skunk's morning piss and focused on it's sheer volume.
Casey began to gasp now inbetween each swallow, the outpour too much for his little stomach and his little lungs to keep up with, but John just put a paw on his cheek, nuzzling it with a thumb, never breaking eye contact, keeping that pleased smile on his face as he inwardly sneered and snarled like the perverted predator he was.
"You can let go now," The man said, taking hold of his member, aiming it higher, drenching the cub in the last of his piss, the beagle still keeping eye-contact even though his eyelids flickered as salty urine ran down his face.
"Good boy, Casey!" John ruffled the cub's headfur, reaching for the shower head, turning on the water and letting it run for a few seconds before he aimed it at the beagleboy who seemed happy to have the smell washed out. The skunk made sure the fur all over his body was fully wet before turning off the water, not really lying about trying to keep the costs down, and he lathered up the green-eyed puppy with a manly smelling shower gel, yet another way to mark him as his own. He smiled to himself as he rubbed and massaged the cub's body, taking his time well beyond the needs of his dirty fur, fingers dragging into every nook and cranny of the beagle's body, especially around his crotch and butt.

"Let's head into the bedroom for some fun!" John said, as always keeping that playful tone, noting how the beagle's tail dropped between his legs yet still following, willing to do as he wished as long as he got to stay at his apartment. "Here, sit on my lap." The skunk grunted as he sat down, patting his knee, his foreskin-covered cock dribbling precum. The little beagle jumped up and then leaned his shoulder against the skunk's chest. He had a bit of chub to him these days, something he had noticed cubs loved cuddling against, and he took in deep breaths as he wrapped his arm around the cub's other shoulder, looking down at his crotch.
Barely hesitating, Casey grabbed his member, causing John to shudder in pleasure. Clean paws met slimy cock and the scents that wafted up, stinks to the cub's sensitive nose probably, caused the skunk to growl. He squeezed the canine harder against his chest, hampering his handjob a little, making sure that he wouldn't be able to get him off this way.
Mouth or ass.
Always.
Still, the cub's diligent manipulation of his foreskin, the deft sliding up and down, the way he squeezed his thumb just right the way he had learned it properly on his third visit some 5 months earlier, had the skunk huffing and moaning in pleasure, soon getting antsy enough to move to the next part. And then it struck him. Before the cub's mouth was ablaze with the taste of unwashed cock, he had something not quite as filthy to give him first.

"Get on the floor, on your knees, paws behind your back, eyes on me."
The beagle whined and clambered down, taking the position, even opening his mouth, anticipating the skunk's musky member. Instead, John stood up and put a finger under the cub's chin, tilting his head upwards until he was staring at the ceiling and then he moved his black-furred head in, noting how the cub's emerald eyes widened.
He harked up a glob of spit, then let it crest his lips, eyes locking with Casey's. He let the spit fall and watched with barely hidden glee how the cub's eyes scrunched up as he tasted his spit. Hadn't brushed for a couple of days, it was probably quite rank, and the boy's facial expression showed it.
"Swallow."
The beagle gulped it down. Gagging as the spit travelled down his throat.
"Open your mouth, Casey."
The well-conditioned cub did as he ordered and the skunk felt like the lord of the fucking world, humiliating and demeaning this cute little thing as he harked up another fat glob of spit, this time mixed with cigaretty slime. He didn't let it drip this time, instead he leaned close and spat it out viciously, specks of saliva marking the beagle's facial fur. He gagged, almost vomited John could see, probably from the texture, yet this boy was a trooper, fully in his paw. He swallowed like a good boy would, eyes open and seeking out his for approval as he opened his mouth again without being asked.

He wanted to go on, but John's hard-on surged as he saw that act of abject submission and he grabbed his cock by its base and presented it to the moist lips of the beagle, pushing the cockhead inside, slowly rubbing it back and forth, knowing all the funk underneath his foreskin would be deposited at the very edge of the cub's mouth with a whole lot of tongue to pass over before it would be swallowed.
Casey sneezed cutely from the taste and the smell, but he had grown accustomed to worse, and he diligently began to suck off the skunk, bobbing and weaving his head, a paw soon stroking the shaft, the other working his nutsack.
"That's real good, Casey. You are making me feel real good buddy. You are such a special boy to me, you know that?" He even meant it as the words came out, cockhead halfway down the eager-to-please cub's throat. He halted, gurgled, emerald eyes watering, and then he plunged forward, almost taking it to the base without gagging, John groaning in pleasure as the cub throatfucked himself.
"Fuck yeah, Casey, that's so good. You are such a good boy. The best boy. The best friend I could ask for..."
He kept on the praise, scritching the beagle's headfur, his ears, stroking his cheeks, showering him with all the affection and attention he didn't get elsewhere and the 8-year-old's maw was a blur as he plunged the skunk's cock down on repeat, gurgling and gagging, John finally taking over and gripping his skull, cramming him roughly against his musky crotchfur as he climaxed, his load shooting straight down his stomach. He let his cock pulsate four times before he pulled back, his paw grabbing Casey's scruff, keeping him in place as ropes of cum painted his face, eyes fluttering, tears dripping from the intensity of the throatfuck. And yet those emerald orbs kept on seeking out his approval, his recognition, his affection.

After grabbing a stained and  musky towel from the top of his hamper and wiping off some of the cum, John dragged the cub into bed, embracing him, kissing him, tasting his unwashed cock on his breath. Most all cubs loved a bit of kissing and Casey was no exception, the beagle murring and whining, grinding his slender body against the skunk's thicker one, his little pecker hardening in its sheath.
"Get on your knees and elbows. I'll get you ready for some buttfun!"
Once again, that cheery tone, but on the inside he was roaring and clamoring and growling like a beast. That expression of dismay, the sudden drawdown of the beagle's tail, his ears splaying fully back. And still he took the position! John eagerly climbed close, grabbing the downwards-tucked tail, revealing the freshly-cleaned pucker of the boy.
"You went number 2 before coming here right?" He asked, tone rhetorical, the cub nodding quickly. "Good. I don't want any messes for you to clean up."
The skunk then dug in, the cub liking the rimjob despite knowing the foreplay would be leading to discomfort and outright pain. Especially when John rubbed his pecker at the same time, which he did, growling and slurping, slowly getting himself riled up. It took some time and he was able to stick his tongue inside by the time his cock was throbbing hard again. The bed creaked as he got in close, Casey whimpering, slick cock squelching against his tight hole, cubhood dangling underneath.
"Be a good boy and cry silently. I know it hurts, but it feels so good to me. You are my friend, right Casey? Friends make each other feel good, right? I'll make you feel good afterwards, I promise!"

The beagle shivered, grabbed a pillow that had seen better days and stuck the edge of it into his mouth, biting down so hard the skunk could see the tendons on his neck.
"Good boy. I'm going in now.."
Push
Grind
Some cubs he fingered first. Some he fucked 'till they bled. Casey got the middle-of-the-road option, slick and somewhat loosened, but not nearly enough to avoid the pain as John let his hips push forward with all his might, bottoming out in one multi-second shove that had the boycub tensing and shuddering, a yowl escaping his lips, the pillow already absorbing a few stray tears.
This was where he wanted them. At his mercy. Crying. Biting the pillow. Enduring the pain and the humiliation to spend time with him that was anything but sexual, watching toons, eating candy, sleeping a full night without waking up to screaming and fighting parents.
He pulled his hips back and slammed them forward, the bed creaking, the cub whining into the pillow, a high-pitched warbling sound. He did again, then again, soon picking up speed, the cub practically collapsing after a few minutes, the skunk's bodyweight on top, fucking him deep into the mattress until he came with a roar, painting the beagle's insides white.

"Good boy, Casey..."


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The cub was sitting on his couch, dressed in one of John's old t-shirts, the oversized garment wrapped around his knees he had drawn up against his body as he watched the morning cartoons, an empty bowl of sugary cereal on the table.
John was at the window, peeking out through his binoculars, happy to observe the wolf and the fox meeting up again. He grunted as he saw them kiss and grope up in the wooden castle tower, huffed as they undressed and then turned away with a sudden growl, pouncing towards the beagle whose green eyes snapped to his in surprise and fear.
He tackled him onto the couch, tickling him for about thirty seconds, just to prove that he could, and then let the giggling and gasping cub sit back up again to watch his cartoons in peace, rubbing the tickle-tears from his eyes before he rested back on the couch, a smile on his face, the fur there still showing a few cumstains.

John smiled, rubbing his crotch as he leaned back, lighting up a cigarette. Patience.

Casey would be staying for days.

He put his other paw around the boycub and hugged him tight, Casey leaning into the hug with a happy chirp.



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