The bell rang at Sunny View Elementary and the chatty furry fifth graders filed into their classroom. Fela's ears were twitching excitedly -- the cream-colored lion boy was talking loudly with a couple friends about the newest episode of their favorite anime. They were arguing who the coolest character was, and his best friend, Salle, a goat child with jet black fur, was beating Fela over the head trying to convince him that he was right. "BRO." The goat started: "thisepisode'sfightisPROOFthatBelialisthestrongestandalsothesickest andalsoifyouthinkaboutit-" Salle flailed his skinny arms around, and the messy tuft of headfur that sat between two horn stubs whipped around too. Fela giggled as he set down his backpack under his desk and stared at the floppy headfur. "You're not even listening!!" Salle complained and huffed, indignantly shoving his backpack under his chair and sitting down at the desk. "I am listening I prom- ow!!" Fela sat down and immediately felt the pain of his sore tailhole. Salle looked at him and said "Woah, are you OK?" Fela blushed as he remembered yesterday, where his first sexual experience was being unceremoniously rutted by his own dogs. His boyhood quickly started to swell even as he squirmed from the pain in his behind, and he replied "Y-yeah.." His best friend looked at him quizzically. Salle noticed Fela's blush through his fur and even the little tent that suddenly showed in Fela's shorts. But as he opened his mouth to ask, the teacher at the front of the class cleared her throat, and the goat kid quickly looked toward the front of the class with a blush of his own. -- Salle ended up not pushing for an answer from Fela, but the lion boy was clearly day dreaming all day, and he didn't even try to hide the obvious bump in his shorts as they hung out at lunch and recess. By the end of the school day Fela was hopelessly worked up: as the teacher droned on about multiplication tables, he would rest his head on one hand as he rubbed at his bulge with the other, but Salle was watching him out of the side of his eye the whole time. The lion barely even hid what he was doing! The goat boy didn't pry, but as the best friends said bye to each other Salle promised to himself that he'd ask Fela what was up tonight over discord. After what he saw all day today, he felt a little weird himself, and as Fela got friskier and Salle watched the goat kid could feel some stirrings in his own privates. But now Fela was speedwalking home, flustered, his small semihard dick flopping up and down inside his shorts. All day the only thing he could think about was his fluffy white malamute, Mally, and his fat knot tugging at his butt. And Hotaru, his scraggly grey husky, filling his throat with dick and cum until he couldn't breathe. And laying on the grass, utterly spent, peeing on the ground below, praying his family wouldn't get home in time to see him in that state, but also, for some reason, hoping they did. It was a short walk home through a typical suburban neighborhood, and even though it was only May a heat wave had broken out the past weekend. As Fela walked he could feel his back, tummy, and inner thighs get slick with sweat. So when he finally got home he wrenched open the front door and flew through the entrance, slamming it behind him and panting with his tongue lolling out. The a/c hit and he hurriedly tossed off his shoes, outdoor clothes, and backpack in the entranceway as usual. His big brother, Lynel, got out of middle school after him, and his parents got home from work after that, so Fela was used to cleaning up before they all got home. For now all the sweaty little lionboy needed was the sweet air conditioned home. Oh, Fela thought, and also this, as he cupped the soft bulge in his white briefs. His boyhood had flagged a little as Fela reveled in the a/c, but as he touched himself the folds in the briefs stretched out and tented up. "Mmf.." he murred. He just stood in the entranceway, grasping and gently tugging at is stiffy's bulge, before shaking his head like he was shaking off a cold shower. He tried to focus on his mission: repeat yesterday's rut. "Mally!" Fela called as he groped at himself. He'd been waiting all day for this. "Where are you, Mally?" His tail was instinctively hiked up in anticipation. Fela prowled through his house, looking for his dog, but he somehow he couldn’t find him. The lionboy whined pathetically before making his way to his room. He slept with the dog every night, and big fluffy Mally was the perfect cuddle partner. Unfortunately, as he went up the steps to the second floor and made it to his room, Mally was nowhere to be found. Fela scanned around his colorful, sunny room. It was filled with toys for elementary schoolers, plushies, graded books strewn across the ground. Posters of his favorite lionboy superhero, Lil’ Lion, who himself was always clad in only shorts and a collar, lined the walls of his room. In the corner was a twin sized bed that dwarfed him; as soon as he went in he passed a height mark in the doorway, and the highest read “Fela 45 inches.” He was looking forward to his growth spurt-- everyone in his class was taller than him, and he felt like a runt. His eyes checked out the posters on the wall and he rubbed and rubbed himself, feeling helplessly full of need. In Fela’s head, the lionboy superhero was being twisted from an innocent infatuation to sexual desire. He panted and groped as he looked up and down Lil’ Lion’s form on each of the posters, each one looking more suggestive than the last. Finally, with a sharp tug, he settled on his ‘life-size’ plushie of the superhero, which was about his height. Fela feetpaws hurriedly flew across the floor as he grabbed Lil’ Lion from the rug and tossed it up onto his bed. Fela hopped onto his bed with an “Oof!” right after it. The plushie had a pair of removable red shorts and collar – Fela yanked off the shorts, but paused and decided to leave on the collar since he thought it looked cute. Eager and flexing his little dick, Fela turned it face down and grabbed its ropey tail, yanking it up before straddling it with his skinny cream-colored legs on both sides, mounting the plushie like it was another real lionboy, uttering a groan as he instinctively thrust his clothed dick forward and rubbed it underneath the plushie’s tail. If I’m not gonna get mated, he thought in his lust-addled haze, then I’ll mate a lionboy myself! “Take it!” he cried, imagining himself as a dominant, big lion. He growled, but it was higher pitched than he wanted, and he paused to blush, folding his ears down, thinking again about how small he was; even smaller than the plushie. But he tried his best impression as he humped again and cutely went back to being dominant. The real live lionboy looked down and drooled as he fulfilled his horny desires. His barbed dick was trapped but even rubbing against the fabric felt so good, and Fela growled the best he could as he imagined he was taking the real Lil’ Lion. He yanked at the tail harder and leaned down, biting against the plushie’s neck, slowly humping and grinding his bulge against the stitched crevices of its butt. But, it wasn’t enough. As he ground himself down and drooled around the superhero lionboy’s furry neck, he wanted more and more to find a hole to stick his stiff boyhood in. His desire kept growing, and the entire day had just been him getting wound up. Fela sat up a bit to finally kick off his white undies onto his bed, letting his dick spring free. He mounted the plushie again and let out a cute, high pitched moan as he thrust forward up to the tail before pulling back and doing it again. He quivered and humped a few more humps before, for the first time, feeling something sticky forming between his cock slit and the plushie’s cleft. He paused for a second to look down, eyes widening as he stared at his first bead of precum forming a string between his hard boyhood and Lil’ Lion. While still looking down at his dick, Fela pressed forward again, letting out another little moan and forming some more pre. He kept watching, turning himself on even more as his prepubescent, clear pre started slicking up the plushie’s fur. The lionboy was entranced and excited. After tasting Hotaru’s feral cum yesterday and being filled with the stuff, Fela was really hoping to make his own cum and taste his own essence. It just would feel like he’s finally growing. And now, Fela thought as he gripped Lil’ Lion’s hips with both hands and started really thrusting with fervor, maybe he can actually cum! Even though this was the first time he could make pre, his fuzzy boyhood and balls were acting like they were making up for all the years he couldn’t. Fela’s dick was truly leaky, and all of the day’s pent up lust was making the plushie extremely slick. Fela humped and moaned some more, the child’s high pitched voice getting louder and softer in rhythm with his thrusts pushing forward and pulling back. His eyes rolled back and he scrunched his toepaws as he completely lost himself in rutting his plushie. The bed creaked with each thrust, and Fela sped up as mind went blank. All the 10 year old needed was to mate. -- Mally woke up from under Fela’s parents’ bed. He heard the sounds of the lionboy moaning and pawed his way out from under the bed out into their room. His ears swiveled a bit and he wagged his tail, his red tip showing from his sheath. He knew that noise! Excited to take his bitch again, the ball of white floof left the bedroom, tapped across the tiled first floor and up the rug-covered steps, and stopped in front of Fela’s room’s open doorway. His dick quickly reached full mast at the sight in front of him: from the floor, all he could really see was Fela’s hiked tail and his winking, clean pink hole. The child’s moans filled the room, and the creaking bed gently shook the floor. Mally panted a bit as he watched, his dick, fully dropped, dripping pre on the floor. The feral flexed it a bit and it slapped against his furry belly, matting his fur, before it slapped back down. The rug-covered floor was a beige that was quickly becoming a brown as the doggy dick spurted pre all over it, a sticky pool forming directly beneath. Fela paused humping his plushie for a second, and Mally took the opportunity to walk forward, doggy dick wagging with each step, and hop onto the bed. Before the lionboy knew what was happening he felt a familiar tongue lick his exposed tailhole. He had paused because he instinctively knew he was close and wanted to savor using Lil’ Lion like a fucktoy. But as his pet lapped at his tailhole, he gasped and couldn’t help but thrust forward, moaning and reaching his first orgasm of the day. His barbed dick scraped against his plushie’s butt as he trembled and came, ejaculating for the first time in his young life. His hole started loosening up under Mally’s ministrations as he spurt a few pathetic strings of clear cum into the plushie’s fur. His balls were jumping up with each spurt, and Mally excitedly lapped at each fuzzy orb as the smell of Fela’s arousal completely filled the room. The scent of his cum really worked up Mally, and the dog’s red dick was now forming another pool that was soaking through the child’s bedsheets. The feral’s attack on his balls made Fela groan and keep thrusting, helping along a few more spurts of cum and wetting Lil’ Lion further. Fela had no time to come down from his horny state – Mally started licking up the lionboy’s package, his long wet tongue reaching all the way to the boy’s dick and completely smothering its underside and his small balls before working its way up to his taint and pink hole and drenching the entire area in dog saliva. Mally repeated this a few times, tasting all the fresh boy that he could. Even though his tailhole was still sore from yesterday, Fela drooled, relaxing his ass and pushing back against the ministrations eagerly, hoping the dog would work its tongue inside of him. He wiggled his ass and thighs, which were surprisingly plush for a boy his size, trying to entice Mally further. His hole twitched, but the dog only had one way he wanted to penetrate the kid. Mally dragged his leaking cock forward on the bedsheets, trailing a thick river of pre across them, and mounted Fela. He poked his big, red tip against the boy’s hole. Fela winced with each missed thrust until, finally, the tip found its mark and made its way in. Fela knew what was next, and he trembled in anticipation before Mally quickly started slopping his cock in and out of his bitch’s tight, warm fuckhole. The room’s colorful elementary schooler interior completely betrayed Fela’s new, corrupted nature. Mally hurriedly plapped his cock against Fela’s aching hole and Fela pushed back with each thrust, now really moaning in a cute, child’s voice as he got exactly what he had been wanting all day. Mating Lil’ Lion was nice, but Fela very easily fell into loving the feeling of being a slut. The boy’s maw hung open and his little dick never flagged as he was mounted, and now it was being forcefully thrust against his own cum. He shuddered in excitement, eagerly squelching his cock between his matted belly and the drenched plushie. Somehow, even after cumming, he felt even more turned on. Mally fucked Fela hard and fast like only a feral could. The knot repeatedly bumped against Fela’s tight hole, but Fela was tighter than yesterday. The ache in his butt persisted, and he groaned in pain as Mally repeatedly tried jamming the fat knot into him. Mally had already been a bit worked up before mounting his bitch, and his pre was flowing. Without the tie, it started dripping down the lionboy’s thighs and down to the bedsheets, making Fela sticky and wet from the his belly all the way back to his butt. Fela, though, didn’t think it was enough. He *really* wanted to be used like a toy. Fela salivated at the thought of being taken again from the front by Hotaru, even as he humped back against his dog. Fela’s tongue lolled out as he imagined having a hard time breathing, seeing stars, unable to do anything about it. The large malamute against his back jammed his knot against his hole again and Fela moaned, wishing he would black out from the lust. Unbeknownst to the fifth grader, however, there was yet another intruder in his doorway. Lynel, his 12 year old big brother, had come home from school and now was gawping at the sight of his little lion brother being taken so fiercely by one of their family dogs. He pawed at his school uniform’s crotch as the brown lion’s dick rose before chuckling. “So, you like playing with the dogs too?” Fela whipped his head back to the sight of his handsome brother taking off his clothes before folding them and laying them on the ground. Lynel’s deep brown fur gave way to white at his belly, crotch, and inner thighs, as well as his palms and the soles of his feet. Lynel’s fuzzy dick was standing straight up, a bead of pre glistening at the end of it. Fela blushed deeply. “L-” he stuttered as Mally thrust into him. “Ly-” he tried as his pet pulled out and thrust back in again. He saw his naked brother, easily a foot taller than him, start walking toward his bed. “Lynel...” Fela exhaled as he faced forward, accepting that he was being brutally fucked in front of his own sibling. No, he thought, I *want* Lynel to see me like this. He mewled quietly as Lynel climbed up onto the bed and in front of his face, sitting down crosslegged. Lynel giggled before putting a hand on Fela’s head in between his ears, rubbing it roughly in brotherly affection. As he scritched the boy’s head, he gripped at the headfur and playfully wiggled and slapped his pre-slicked cock across Fela’s drooling maw. “I didn’t know you were Mally’s bitch, little bro,” Lynel started. He grabbed his dick and smeared pre across Fela’s cheek while saying “I’ve been playing with them since I was like 6. His sheathe tastes really good, you know.” Lynel purred as he held Fela’s head and teased him and his tongue. “Do you think I taste good?” Lynel jabbed the tip of his hard boyhood against Fela’s lolling tongue, dripping pre across it, and Fela just looked up Lynel’s grinning face, blushing, before swallowing. It tasted nice. Fela couldn’t help himself: he pushed his muzzle down into Lynel’s shaft and sack, deeply huffing in his big brother’s scent and groaning into the pubic fur. He bumped into the area repeatedly, his dog still pushing him forward and pulling him back. “We could’ve done this years ago,” Lynel said to Fela. The 12 year old let out a low moan as his little brother pathetically lapped at his package like a well-seasoned boyslut. “You’re so cute, and so small, I thought you’d have a hard time taking this-” Lynel wagged his wet 6 inch dick around against Fela’s tongue, thick and huge for his age, “but if you can take Mally I bet me fucking you would be easy, you little slut.” The bed rocked from under them as Mally drooled all over Fela’s head. Lynel sat up on his knees in anticipation of taking Fela’s muzzle. Fela tongued at Lynel’s slit, the ten year old eagerly drinking down his big brother’s precum, twirling his tongue in hopes to taste even more. Even though he had no experience, Fela’s need and submissiveness filled Lynel with longing. The older lionboy’s eyes started growing heavy and lidded. He wanted to dominate and take the little lionboy that was submitting to him. He looked down at Fela who was whining. “Do you want my cock in your mouth, huh?” Fela said something incomprehensible and nodded, but Lynel just said “Let me hear it, little bro.” Fela groaned against Lynel’s fuzzy coinpurse, took a huff, and said “I want-” before Mally suddenly stretched his ring even more, threatening to open him up. “Unnnggghhhhhhh...” “Come on, you gotta say it.” “I want your dick in-” Fela whined as his ring stretched again, overwhelmed by being brutally used like a feral bitch and now his brother’s hard cock teasing his mouth. But this is exactly what he wanted. Sniffing Lynel’s scent deeply, Fela’s voice muffled by pubic fur, he cried out “I want your dick in my mouth, please!” He licked and huffed and begged “I want to taste you and I want you to fill me up and I-” Mally plap plap plap’d against Fela’s ass but Fela kept going, his voice straining and gasping, his little hard wet boyhood spurting more pre all over the plushie below him. “I want to be your bitch til I cant breathe and...” Lynel growled as he grasped his barbed dick and aimed it for Fela’s open maw, interrupting him and brutally shoving it in. He’d been dreaming about his younger brother for years now – his feral pets were nice, they tasted good and he’d been rutting with them for a while, but his little brother had been the prize he was after. He gripped Lynel’s neck from both sides before bottoming out inside that tight hole, retracting, and thrusting back in. It was just as good as he always imagined, and Fela was so willing. The fifth grader needed this, and so did his dominant big brother. Lynel groaned, tongue lolling out of his mouth, and he leaned forward toward Mally’s. Holding Lynel’s neck tight as he humped into the little slut’s maw, his face met the feral malamute’s and he lapped at the dog’s tongue. Mally was no stranger to this and he lapped back, both the older lionboy and the dog engaging in a kind of feral kiss as the incestuous blowjob happened below. Lynel moaned and his voice cracked embarrassingly, going from a bit of a deeper moan right back to a high pitched childish one. He blushed. Even though he was dominant toward Fela, as his lidded eyes glazed over and he salivated against his pet’s tongue, breathing in the scent, the middle schooler was still submissive to both of their dogs. Mally growled as he took control and thrust his long feral tongue into Lynel’s maw. Lynel groaned around it, sucking on the tongue like a pacifier. Just like his little brother, he loved being filled by his dogs on both ends. *Plap plap plap plap plap* was all Fela could hear, his matted balls repeatedly slapped by the feral’s and making an obscene noise. He felt his barbed dick straining against his favorite plushie, but even moreso he could taste Lynel’s delicious pre and the stretch of his aching tailhole coming as close as it could before giving way. The bestial union behind him and the incestuous one in front had him twitching, his glazed eyes could only see his brother’s furry belly. Instinctively he gulped down his big brother’s tasty pre, and he groaned around it, smelling as deeply as he could. Hotaru’s cum was good but thick and bestial – his brother’s pre was musky but fresh. His tried working his sandpaper tongue up and down the older boy’s boyhood as Lynel thrust in an out, the taste imprinting on his mind so that he’d remember it forever. Mally’s knot was finally making use of the slick rivers of pre flowing out of the boy’s tailhole and down his creamy thighs. With a loud growl in Lynel’s muzzle, Mally pressed once, twice, three more times, jamming that fat knot harder and harder against Fela’s hole before with a *slorp* it forced its way in. Fela whined loudly from his aching ass finally giving way, the knot stretching his insides and the huge feral cock distending his stomach to show a bulge. Mally pulled his tongue out of Lynel’s muzzle and panted happily as he finally knotted his bitch before thrusting some more, barely moving but still finishing stimulating the knot. Lynel drooled as the tongue left his maw, but he pressed his face forward again to continue kissing the dog, his tongue pressed up against his pet as he carnally licked. He gripped Fela’s neck tighter in frustration and brutally facefucked the little boy, full of desire to take what was his. As he tongued at Mally, the feral dog paused, then came, his huge red dick spurting and exploding jets of cum into his bitch lionboy for the second day in a row, with the virile sperm filling Fela even more than the day before. Fela could still breathe, but his neck felt bruised and tight as Lynel thrust into him as deep as he could. The boy’s ass clenched in pain and pleasure, and he shivered at the feeling of being filled so full, his belly distending, before his eyes rolled back, his little balls pulled up, and Fela came again all over his plushie. Lynel humped and humped, bruising his little brother’s neck with his strong grip before moaning around Mally’s tongue and cumming in the little boyslut’s maw. “Ohhhhh,” he breathed as he gently licked at Mally. His cock jumped and spurt down Fela’s neck before he pulled back a little, filling the child’s maw with his virile cum. “Taste my cum, little bro,” he said, eyes clenched shut in pleasure. He pulled his face back and looked down at his slut, loving the way Fela just let him use him. Fela let his mouth fill up with the stuff, his tongue tasting Lynel completely, and he groaned in pleasure. The malamute was still filling Fela up, and with each pulse inside of him his own little boyhood jumped against his plushie as he experienced an extended orgasm, string after string dribbling out until he was dry and still involuntarily flexing his cock, his balls completely empty. Soon enough Lynel’s cum was streaming down his muzzle, but the rest he swallowed. “Good boy,” Lynel told him. “Good little bitch, swallowing my cum.” Lynel humped a little. His cock was overstimulated at this point, but: “I love being inside of you, bro. You’re so warm.” Lynel was still holding Fela’s neck and he squeezed, eliciting a squeak from the boy below him. “What a weirdo, you like being choked?” He squeezed again and Fela moaned, making the older lionboy giggle and just clench harder. Mally drooled happily as he turned around on the bed, finishing the tie but still cumming in his bitch. “I guess you’re gonna be stuck like this for a while, huh?” Lynel squeezed one more time before going back to scritching Fela’s headfur affectionately. Lynel grinned. “How about you clean me up and then I cum in you again?” He pulled his slick cock out of Fela’s muzzle and pushed it up against the boy’s nose, covering it in spit and cum. Fela dutifully cleaned his brother, licking up and down and gently sucking off the cum, savoring each taste. He panted, addicted to the flavor and Lynel’s smell as he huffed before nibbling at his older brother’s fuzzy orbs playfully. Fela’s mind cleared a little and whispered “You’re kinda mean, Lynel.” Fela blushed before licking the underside of Lynel’s balls, cleaning up the light sweat that slicked them. Lynel giggled in response and looked at his tied, tired brother, and then down at the plushie that the spent boy was laying on. On the Lil’ Lion plushie’s neck was a regular collar that was removable, so Lynel got on all fours, leaned down, took it off, and sat back up to fasten it around Fela’s neck with a click. Lynel grinned as he went back to rubbing his matted cock and balls and pubic fur all over Fela’s face. Your mouth was fun, he thought, desire rushing back to him, but next I wanna try your butt. I want to walk you around on a collar naked, you’re my little slut now, you’re mine- But all Lynel told him was: “Now you’re my pet!”