Chapter 0
The sky was anything but bright, clouds pregnant with rain filled every inch of it, as big as barges, veiling the sun's rays and graying the landscape, giving the dwellings a grim, worn-out look. In the open countryside, a gigantic house towered in that congealed green. Made of ashy wooden planks, the dwelling nestled at the foot of a hill reachable only by following a small dirt path covered with shavings and crushed stone. From that place every moan, every voice, every shriek, would be lost in the immensity of the emptiness that enveloped it. Ravyn coughed, huddled with his arms and knees to his chest, sitting at a corner of one of the rooms, which housed him and dozens of other equally suffering children. The little dragon had been granted a sheet to cover himself from the cold. The wind whistled outside the windows, penetrating through the window frames, bringing with it a ragged chill. "Mom..." Ravyn sobbed, his chest panting. He was naked, his limp prick dangling between his soft, bluish thighs, his wet pussy tucked just below. Curling up, he avoided glances at the others present with him, but when he happened to do so, he saw nothing but dismay and pain in their distraught faces. He had not eaten for hours, his tummy aching and muttering, reminding him of the urgent need to get something under his teeth as soon as possible. They waited, he and the others, for something undefined: a person, a moment, a turning point. The hours passed, marked by the trill of a grandfather clock, a sound he had learned to recognize and become accustomed to, after being frightened by it the first few times. He invoked his mother, in his mind and with words, trying to picture her before him. He tried to recreate an image of her as vivid and real as possible, he wanted a hug from her to cradle him, in that strange and wearing moment. It began to pour, and the ooze of rain outside became a placid steady beat of water on the roof and on the grass. He heard moans, words, calls for help, coming from the other children, but he ignored them, because he did not really want to listen to them. He did not care about them, their situations, their pain. He was thinking of himself, because of that mechanism of neglect of others and selfishness towards himself that many children experience, before they develop the first glimmers of empathy. He isolated himself and continued to wait, until the main door's shutters opened and the roar of the rain outside became more intense and mitered for a few seconds. Then the shutters closed again and the lapping became muffled again.
Ravyn scanned adult voices and rejoiced. "Maybe it's mom? She-she came to get me!" He noticed, looking at the other children, that they, too, had thought the same thing. In the faces of the infants a flame of naive hope had been kindled, their lost and vacant little eyes darted from side to side without ever focusing on a fixed point. Mrs. Gray, an anthropomorphic giraffe with long straw-colored hair, entered the room talking cheerfully, swaying the soft, prosperous breasts that protruded from her chest, and swaying as much as possible with each step. "Come! Come! Here, here is the best you can find!" She said, uncovering a compact white smile. When she spoke, she seemed to bleat because of that habit of stretching out the final syllables. She leaned forward, center in the midst of all the children, waving her long arms around her. 
"Tell me, Mrs. Gray, we would like a special specimen this time. Would you like to disappoint us one more time?" Said a voice beyond the doorway. They were in a group, for another added, "Yeah, Mrs. Gray, the last one didn't even last an hour and broke down before we could start getting serious, I mean, you understand our needs better than anyone." With that said, four elegant figures with refined manners entered the room, walking slowly. They wore fine padded robes, one of them wielding a proud walnut cane with a gaudy golden pommel. Another scanned the room through fine steel spectacles. They were all different from each other, in stature and mass, yet there were aspects they shared: composure, a calculated gait, as if every step was thought out and reasoned before being executed, and then a grin, a closed-lipped grimace that crossed their cheeks, and finally a flicker, a glintless embers burning in their small, alert eyes. 
"Oh oh! But surely, surely!" Mrs. Gray exclaimed, approaching the children who had meanwhile retreated to the meager space allotted to them, having noted with disappointment that these fellows were quite different from their mothers. "See, look here-look at this one! Isn't he gorgeous, James, stand up, show yourself!" 
A snot-nosed little boy lifted the head he had held hunched over his chest until that moment. He had golden ringlets that came down to his shoulders and a pair of blue eyes of the kind that it is pleasant to drown in so much as one is fixated on them. 
"A real little angel." Judged the man with the staff, he was a lion with thick blond fur. He approached the child and stroked his cheek with the tip of the staff. "A pretty little boy, that's for sure." He added, brooding.
Mrs. Gray did not stop smiling. "I told you so! James is the sweetest little boy! Look how helpless and vulnerable he is, doesn't it make you want to jump on him?" 
The lion nodded, biting his lip. "Take that rag off him, I want to look at him naked." 
Mrs. Gray removed the cloak from the child's shoulders. Ravyn, a short distance away, watched the whole scene warily. He was frightened and his little heart was beating furiously inside his chest.
James was a light-haired kitten with a tiny cock. "He doesn't have a pussy! He has no pussy!" A bear in the group lunged at Mrs. Gray, suddenly ranting. "He's not appropriate! We don't want him if he has no pussy, got it?" Then, realizing he had gone too far, he recomposed himself, adjusting his tie and cufflinks. "Forgive me, Mrs. Gray, but this choice is very important to us, and you know that very well. For this evening..." He paused to snicker. "Tonight everything must be perfect."
Mrs. Gray put back a lock of hair and nodded understandingly. "Of course, I understand completely. I'm very sorry...unfortunately, there have been some problems and..."
"Sorry!" A shrill, childlike voice interrupted the giraffe's apology. The group including her turned toward the source of the sound. It was Ravyn, having raised his hand first, who had spoken. "Please ... I want my mom, do you know where she is?" He sobbed, hidden almost entirely by the cloth.
The bear grew impatient again. "What's that? You can't even see with that rag on him!"
The lion calmed him, resting his staff on his chest. "Calm down." He told him.
Mrs. Gray went into a rage and prepared to beat the little dragon for that act of disobedience. She had advised each of the children, once transported in there, to observe a religious silence, penalty, the beatings. The lion also made her calm down by laying the big paw on her shoulder. "No problem, I'll take care of it." He whispered in her ear and the lion moved closer to Ravyn.
"Take off that cloth, boy." He ordered him in a firm tone.
Ravyn shook his head. "But I'm cold-I'm so cold!"
The lion sighed. "I have. Said. Take off. That. Cloth." He scanned each word, filling them with solemnity.
Ravyn obeyed and stripped himself naked, allowing his own little body to be pierced by the stares of those present. The feline squinted his eyes, swallowed heavily, almost ending up choking on his own saliva. His heart skipped a beat. He took his time to admire that spectacle of nature: the delicate lines of the shoulders, the hollow of the collarbones, the grizzled, crested, silvery hair resting on the adorable little head; and again, the large, sweet eyes, deep blue, almost electric; the thin, rosy lips, the sharp, slightly protruding canines, the little muzzle leaning forward a little and descending, the nipples as hard as arrowheads, emerging from the dark areolas, resting on the firm, youthful breasts; the flat belly, the small, shy navel, a bluish cock, hidden inside the bluish foreskin, and finally what the lion and his companions were eagerly seeking: a beautiful, dripping, lipless pussy with a button-like clitoris, which was simply perfect. The lion stood open-mouthed without noticing that the others were also silent. Mrs. Gray was also shaking her head in disbelief. She had not realized how charming that child was, how gorgeous he was before that moment. With one hand she covered her face and thought, how on earth did I not notice him before? She believed that the four of them would hurl themselves at her, and in part that turned out to be correct, although it was only the bear who expressed some resentment. He spoke without taking his eyes off the child. "Gray..." He had stopped calling her "Mrs. "How dare you keep such a morsel from us? Hm?" But he did not wish for an answer; his had been a purely rhetorical question. Rather he shook off the giraffe and the group positioned themselves around the little dragon, devouring it with their eyes thirsty with lust. 
"He, what is his name?" Asked a hyena, the one wearing the thin glasses. Then he turned quickly toward the little dragon, knelt down to look straight into his face in a perfectly horizontal trajectory. "Honey, what is your name?"
Ravyn swallowed, feeling unnerved by all the attention. He only wished he knew where his mommy was. "I want my mommy..." He stammered, blushing conspicuously. The last of the four, the only one who had not spoken up to that point, finally intervened. It was a horse, proud and imposing.
"Oh sweetheart, you will see her if you tell us your name!" He gave him a big smile.
Ravyn nodded, keeping his lips tight and compact. "Really?" He asked softly.
The horse moved even closer to him until he could caress one cheek with the back of his strong hand. 
Ravyn was convinced; that honeyed tone had been enough. "My name is Ravyn..." He said in a whisper.
"Oh, what a beautiful name. And tell me, how old are you?"
Mrs. Gray tried to intrude, but the bear standing beside her plugged her mouth with his paw, intimating her to be silent.
Ravyn counted his fingers. "I am five-no, six! I am six!" He even managed to smile for the first time in days. 
The horse seemed satisfied. He held out his hand. "Do you want to get out of here, Ravyn, do you want to come with me?"
"Will you take me to Mommy? I want to go to Mommy..."
Both the hyena and the bear barely held back their laughter; they had to turn away so as not to be seen. The lion flanked the horse. "Your mother must be so worried about you. We must hurry or she might choose another son."
Ravyn blanched; he had not thought of that possibility at all. That morbid jealousy he was harboring toward his mother suddenly flared up, burning strong. "Let's go! Let's go now!" He exclaimed and slipped his thin little hand into the horse's wide one. He made to take back the cloth but the lion stopped him. "No honey, you don't need that rag, come here." He took him in his arms and covered him with the overcoat. The little dragon was light as a feather and his heart was beating fast inside his skinny sternum. "Yes! Let's go to Mama!" Ravyn looked at the other children with an air of superiority, as if to say, I will see my mommy in a little while you will stay here forever! But when he noticed that their expressions were strange, he decided not to express what he thought. Those looks that Ravyn could not understand were filled with awe, pity and fear all mixed together, toward that poor little dragon. The chosen one. Those who had been in the facility the longest knew what would happen to the chosen one, but Ravyn did not, and he left with the four gentlemen. They got into a fancy car, Mrs. Gray promised the little dragon that they would see each other again that evening, but Ravyn did not understand those words. He would be at home that night, under the covers of his bed, or so he thought.


Chapter 1
The roaring car stopped in front of a lovely Renaissance mansion at the moment when dusk was falling, softly, tinging the sky with a bright orange. Ravyn was taken inside; the child was hungry, very hungry. But rather he was constantly asking where his mommy was, for the desire to see his mommy outweighed the intensity of his tummy cramps. His big eyes sparkled as he lost himself in the details of the interior, dwelling on the paintings, the trim and the fine furniture. He was led by the lion's hand to a large, high-ceilinged room, outfitted with leather chairs and sofas, and with a long table stationed exactly in the center, made of dark mahogany. There was a lot of work going on around the house, dozens of waiters busying themselves briskly preparing drinks and a hearty banquet, with the most delicious delicacies. In short, there was an air of celebration within those grim ancient walls. Ravyn did not quite understand that environment; moreover, he was struggling to get used to the far too dilapidated and tawdry pageantry. The need to dress had disappeared, except for a modicum of decency that made him feel ashamed and walk around hiding his genitals with his small hands. It was hot, in the huge room, from the fireplace came the intense crackling of popping embers. The four gentlemen walked away, leaving the little dragon alone for a few minutes. 
"Are you going to pick up Mama?" Ravyn did not lose hope, that is, his only foothold in that multitude of new and alienating sensations.
"Of course, darling." The lion gave him a kiss on the cheek, lingering long with his lips on the soft skin. Ravyn blushed and let him do so for as long as was necessary. He sensed something strange in that very affectionate kiss, but soon the feeling faded as he found himself alone.
Shortly thereafter a great uproar was heard, a great hubbub in the distance, an agglomeration of indistinguishable sounds. Then footsteps, many and hurried. Finally the doors leading to the huge drawing room parted, a butler bowed and begged someone on the other side to take a seat. Thus entered a flurry of talking figures, engaged in lively discussion of who knows what topics that Ravyn could not understand. He watched them make their entrance, without ceasing to stare. 
They dressed elegantly, walked as gracefully as the four gentlemen, sipped drinks from disproportionately large shot glasses, others smoked, some a cigar, some a fine cigarette. With them came a wave of pungent perfume to which Ravyn reacted by twisting his nostrils so intense was it. 
"Oh there he is! There he is!" Suddenly the newcomers crowded around the young boy, pointing at him and snickering among themselves. "Oh my goodness...but he's gorgeous!"
Ravyn tried to cover his genitals and hide his face under his arm. All those looks and comments about him made him very nervous. His heart began to gallop until he suffocated. Encircled by all those towering figures looming over him, he felt lost and dizzy. 
"Such a horny puppy! Turn around honey, let me see you better!" Ring-filled hands stretched toward the little dragon, fingers vibrating and ready to claw.
"Gentlemen...gentlemen, please have a little patience, but in short, can't you see that you are terrorizing our little guest." It was the horse, making his way through the little group. He spread his long arms wide. Ravyn's eyes lit up and he threw himself at him in a hug. "That's right, little darling, take it easy, take it easy...these are dear friends of mine..."
Those present snickered. Ravyn glared at the horse's face. "Are they also friends of mom? Do they know the mom?"
"Of course, dear. Of course...now come over here with me." He took his hand and led him over to the table. Grabbed him by the armpits and hoisted him onto it, making him sit down. He caressed his shoulders and thighs gently. "You are really gorgeous, Ravyn, you know."
The child swallowed, silently.
"You're a special child, aren't you? Did anyone ever tell you that?"
"Mommy told me...Mommy loves me so much...do you love me too? Don't you?"
The horse nodded. "I love you as much as your mother did, sweetheart." He ran two fingers over his cheek. "You're my special little dragon, all right?"
"Yes. Thank you." Ravyn's cheeks turned red. Suddenly a new wave of heat rose from his loins. A chill ran down his spine.
"Good boy." The horse gave him a little kiss on one side of his lips, on the edge. He slowly pulled away from him, blinking and continuing to stare into his eyes. "Okay, sweetheart. Now stay here, please." He rejoined the other guests. At that moment the bear, hyena and lion also entered, wearing new clothes. The party came alive, bottles of champagne and colorful delicacies were brought in. The whole thing looked like a lavish mosaic, considering the excessive amounts of food and drink. As time passed, the guests increased, one of them even bringing along his son, a skinny little guy, a pale-faced cat with big green eyes. Ravyn was pleased by his presence; he saw him, along with the horse and the lion, as an additional ally. He wanted to get off the table and go talk to him, but he stayed where he was because that was how he had been asked to do it. He wanted to show politeness and gratitude, like the good boy he was. Things changed quickly, however, when the total number of those present rose to ten. They were joined, only at the end, by their pets, fierce creatures forced to stand chained to the corners of the room. All at once, they turned toward the little dragon and approached him, without saying a single word. Suddenly a silence had fallen so heavy as to be tangible. Ravyn, who had had to turn all the time to look at the large group, turned his head away, afraid that he had done something wrong that had alerted them. He took to panting. One paw landed on his shoulder, another landed on his shoulder blades, and others followed shortly after, on his head and thighs. He was surrounded by all those bundled animals panting on him. Their breaths tasted of alcohol and burnt tobacco.
The horse stood right in front of him. A feral wolf and a tethered dog began to whine. The ceiling lights flashed, losing voltage for a few seconds.
"Ravyn, sweetheart..." Said the stallion, and Ravyn noticed that Mrs. Gray was also behind him.
"We've waited so long..." Muttered the giraffe, and they all nodded with complicity.
"Too long..." The horse resumed. "We've tried to delay this moment as long as possible, honey, to make it even more special." He leaned his muzzle forward and kissed Ravyn on the lips, passionately, relishing his softness. He drew out his tongue and slipped it into his mouth, moist with saliva, soaked in Champagne.
Ravyn, confused, tried to withdraw politely. But the bear stroking his head prevented him from doing so, and indeed, he drew his lips close to his ear and began to suck him greedily, vehemently, running his tongue over the entire cartilaginous contour. Then he whispered, "I can't wait to fuck you, you little slut..."
Ravyn did not understand those words, but shuddered at their tone. The tongue in his ear caused an uncomfortable tickle. He sensed a hand, the horse's, rubbing between his thighs, inward, and moving up slowly. The stallion did not stop running his tongue over his palate and teeth, pouring his own hot breath down his throat. At that point the little dragon wriggled, pushed the horse away, and turned sharply. "Enough!" He shouted and stood up on the table, resting on his knees.
"Oh no...bad move!" Exclaimed the bear, who grabbed him by the ankle, sliding him down on his stomach. In a moment everyone laughed, the horse stood still, running his tongue over his lips, elegantly. The hyena belted the baby on the other side while the lion climbed onto the table and fumbled with the baby. He placed a band around his eyes and tied it tightly behind the nape of his neck. "NO! NO!" Ravyn felt his heart burst. "No...mom! Mom!"
A Gagball was applied to his mouth, black and shiny. A lace was tied tightly behind his neck. The little dragon's cries became muffled sobs, saliva began to squirt from his lips, lapping at the silicone sphere in many tiny transparent rivulets. The band at his eyes became soaked with tears, tinging with a darker hue. His arms were turned behind his back, over his loins. Black laces were tightened around his wrists, firmly, almost to the point of tearing the skin. His contracted, vibrating feet were immobilized, his legs were lifted up to his buttocks, and there, two layers of leathery laces were applied, one on top of the other, around his protruding ankles, joining them together. From these, a rope was set off, connecting the feet with the head, forcing the little drake into a position of aberrant contortion. The child continued screaming and flailing like a fish caught on a hook, twisting his shoulders and hips, until a series of cramps attacked him at the level of his shoulder bone, pinning him to the table. Ravyn gasped weakly, unable to understand, unable to comprehend anything. Everything happened within a few seconds, in his eardrums whirled laughter and yelps mixed together. He suddenly felt guilty, a horrible thought bounced around in his mind: This is all my fault...the horse wanted to kiss me...and so did the bear, and I reacted that way...Mom told me I should always be nice! 
He tried to speak, to apologize, to plead for forgiveness for his actions. But each word became an unintelligible whimper. Tears burned his eyes, the gag ball prevented him from breathing through his mouth, so he took to panting, with a growing sense of suffocation. The laces pressed against his cheeks. A consuming burning assaulted his wrists and ankles. He was naked, in front of everyone, in that pose, and he was deeply embarrassed by it.
The bear's voice sounded again, to his right: "Oh you little bitch, nice try! Do you like it like that?" He ran a hand over his back, moving down to his buttocks, once there, rubbed his stubby fingers over the wet pussy. "You like it, huh?" 
Sounded the hyena's, sharp, to his left, "You look like a pretty little doll, sweetheart..." He thrust his tongue into his ear, deep until he rubbed the tip against the eardrum. Finally, as a graceful touch, Ravyn was fitted with a pair of ear muffs for his tender baby ears. Every sound halved in intensity, the roar of just before quieted, everything became muffled, the voices so clear and vivid until just before turned into unintelligible murmurs. Ravyn was blind, deaf and mute, bound like a sausage, lying on that hard, uncomfortable table. His cock was crushed against the wood, his pussy veiled in a state of shadow, lay hidden between his taut buttocks. Drenched with weeping and cramping, he could do nothing but sob and gasp like a desperate infant. He was caught and violently tipped over, producing a thud and sobbing. His only remaining sensory ability indicated that so many different hands were running over every inch of his body. Around the flaccid penis at the base was applied an extremely tight steel ring that clamped around the skin, producing a mushroom effect of the upper part. Ravyn felt the icy, painful contact of the steel on the shaft.
A pair of butlers entered the room, their faces flat, avoiding looking at the child. They carried a huge mattress and deposited it on top of the table, once Ravyn was picked up from there. Soon after, the baby was laid back on it. 
"Duke, would you like to begin?" The bear asked, bursting into a mean laugh.
The stallion tilted one side of his mouth. "We have time, general. We have plenty of time." And so, at the sound of those words, everyone present began to undress. They threw their clothes on the floor, making them glide through the air like so many little colorful ghosts. They revealed their aroused members, their wet and dripping pussies, their prosperous breasts, and their statuesque physiques. The heat in the room grew parallel to their excited breaths. Their panting accelerated, with the general excitement having reached a new lustful peak.
The bear could contain himself no longer; he tore his fine robes off. He had a big brown belly, full of hair. He took his fat, stubby cock between his paws, lowered the foreskin and brought out the pinkish glans, covered with capillaries. He climbed onto the table with some effort, without stopping jerking off. He pulled the boy to himself by the ankle, vehemently, breathing deeply from his disheveled jaws dripping saliva. "I really want to try this pussy!" He shouted in his powerful baritone voice. From behind, one of the women, busy deflowering her pussy, could not stop herself from laughing. "General, you have always been an eager one!"
"Oh, you can say that...but look at this beauty here..." He rubbed the little boy's buttocks with his fingertips. "Look here what a masterpiece...here's a true miracle of nature...he's got such a fine little body that it makes you want to fuck him to death!"
He grabbed one of his buttocks, appreciating its soft flesh, and pulled it to the side so as to dilate the little hole of his anus. "What do we have here? You don't want to hide this cutie!" The bear lapped his lips; he was all excited quivering. He was almost panting. He pulled the glans closer to the ass and spit on it, with the saliva sliding slowly out of his lips, resting gently on the cock, lubing it up. Tightened by the hips, Ravyn was put in position. The little one continued to sob, not suspecting anything at all. He felt the behemoth's strong paws against his bones and something hard and swollen pressed against his buttocks. "Oh ... already from here I can confirm that it's tight as hell!" The bear pushed slowly, with a hip thrust, the glans penetrated and was sucked inside the rectum, as if the latter were a vacuum cleaner. A flash of pain radiated down the dragonet's back, piercing him. He sent a muffled sigh, stiffening. The bear groaned with gaping jaws, in disbelief. "Oh my God..." He pushed again, in a rhythmic, gentle comings and goings. He wanted to savor the first few moments, aware of how pleasurable they were before the walls widened. "Oh, I wish I had a hundred babies like you!" He spoke, knowing that the little dragon could not hear him. He went deeper and deeper, the stubby cock was frighteningly huge compared to the baby, and it ripped into his little ass mercilessly, penetrating him without hesitation. He felt it hard as marble, sank grinding inch after inch, feeling the puppy's walls dilate and tighten in rhythm in an attempt to resist him. "Oh fuck ... friends, you must ... you must ..." The bear was breathless. "You have to try it ... I've never had anything like this happen to me before!"
The woman who had just earlier felt the need to remind the general how impatient he was, had sat down on a couch nearby, and was continuing to rub herself with one hand, while with the other clasped around her cock she masturbated, going up and down, pleasuring herself. She noticed that strange change and actually noted that the general, never, in all those years of fiery acquaintance, proceeded with such calmness. "You're strange, actually-are you sure you feel good?" She snickered.
The bear shook his head. "This baby is really special! Duke! Duke, come here and try!"
The horse shook his head slightly. "Oh no, general. I want to let you have the pleasure of enjoying it thoroughly. When my turn comes, you will realize it." 
The general grunted. "You don't know what you're missing." And having said that, he sent a devastating lunge that shook every muscle in the little dragon. He plunged the squat spear of flesh down to the intestines, turning the organs from side to side, with the bulge evident at the level of the tailbone. The hyena, without being able to stop snickering skilfully jumped up on the table and approached the young boy's face, lifted his cap and whispered, "I hope you have room in that pretty tummy, because I'm about to fill you all up!" A roaring laugh erupted against his eardrums, then he lowered the bonnet again and began stroking his little face. He groped his cheeks and chin, so tender, then lifted the Gagball for a moment, just long enough to hear a bit of screaming coming out of his little mouth. And indeed, Ravyn got rid of all the shrieks he had been unable to expel because of the gag, opened his lips and cried out, moaning and groaning. "Mom! HELP!" The hyena was snappy to say the least, the creature had no less than two cocks, very long and slender, excellent for that purpose. He grabbed them by the glans, brought them close together as if to create a single mammoth phallus and slapped them into the little dragon's mouth, hard, almost ending up dislocating his jaw. The cub gasped, sending a thick gurgle of saliva. The two flesh monsters slid across his palate, releasing an intense musky flavor that flared on his tongue, igniting it. After that, they penetrated even deeper, inside his esophagus, plugging every available inch with extraordinary vehemence. The hyena contracted his back muscles and thrust as hard as he could, feeling the walls of the throat get tighter and more and more pleasurable as he descended into that lascivious tunnel. He groaned because he understood only in that instant the general's words. "This child...is really special..." He said in a whisper broken by gasps. He squinted his eyes in disbelief. "And to think, Mrs. Gray, that we were about to let him get away!" He added, turning to the giraffe. The latter was so engrossed in gawking at the scene that she almost did not hear that sort of rebuke. Other observers began to get quite excited seeing the little dragonlet hammered from two opposite angles and crushed, as if he were a tin can. The lion, for example, almost felt compelled to participate, since he was an official member of the four gentlemen who had unearthed that pearl in the mud, namely Ravyn. He leapt onto the table with a feline leap, worthy of his athleticism, slinging his gigantic cock. A phallus that descended to his knees, stubby as a human arm, with the foreskin lowered down and the glans full of thorns ready to strike. It resembled a spiked club, eager to reap victims. "General...give me some space!" He exclaimed, and lifting the puppy a few inches off the ground, he managed to get under there with a master stroke. It was clear he had a lot of experience. From that position, he had the privilege of being able to lick Ravyn's little tits, drool on them, and taste the nipples greedily. The little dragon's body jerked from side to side, hammered into his ass and mouth so that the lion could rub against it, sweaty and horny as few other times in his life. He took his cock and ran it between his thighs, trying not to bump into the bear's phallus, which in the meantime had made on the boy's tight rectum. Anal juices and some blood dripped beautifully, in succulent rivulets. "I'll take the pussy, if you please!" He said with a mocking grin plastered on his face, as he flicked tongue strokes over the very hard nipples. He grabbed the infant by the ribs, with one hand, as the little one's panting chest spread across his snout. He pulled the barbed glans over the pussy, rubbed it over the secretion-soaked lips, tapped against the excited, swollen clitoris, ready to penetrate at any moment. The moment occurred thanks to a particularly furious thrust from the bear, Ravyn's buttocks slid forward and the lion's cock entered in the snatch, harpooning itself to it thanks to the thorns. A tearing tingle radiated throughout the vulva. The lion moaned, also stupefied. Such direct, libidinous contact with those soft, accommodating walls returned a multitude of jubilant tremors that pinned him to the mattress, shaking him. "Oh my God..." He murmured, immediately licking one of the nipples that the puppy had kindly offered him. The drake's cock stiffened, with the perineum being vigorously stimulated by the horny bear, and rubbed against the lion's groin, arousing him even more than he already was. The gasps of pleasure from the three rapists joined, blending together created a sweet concupiscent symphony, this while the cub's choked cries became increasingly macabre and pained. His little body, so tiny and fragile, was invaded by no less than four mammoth phalluses that penetrated him in every orifice possible, chasing out his juices and blood in deliciously copious doses. Suffering, the little dragon continued to whimper, tears streaming from his gag veiled eyes, adding to the horniness. Faced with that orgiesque spectacle, those present could only say they were unfortunate not to have taken part in it immediately, and yet they looked forward to it, pleasuring themselves in the meantime with raging wanking. All, excluding only the duke, that is, the horse, were slinging their members lustfully or wanking, dipping their fingers into the juices-soaked vulvas. The stallion was the only one sitting on a couch, sipping champagne from a goblet, with his limp dick dangling between his thighs, already scary large and long. The bloody smell of blood lent an additional arousing note to the entire room. The hyena had reached a frenzied pace, with the two cocks joined together he had become a sex machine. Sinking down the little one's throat as if he had done nothing else all his life, with an overpowering skill, he reached up to tickle the mouth of the stomach. The dragonet's little teeth bent, pushed inward forcefully by the hardness of the shafts. The thin lips clamped, copious with saliva, around the mighty flesh and added a touch of enjoyment and tingling that the hyena particularly appreciated. He tightened his paws around the cub's face to better drill into his esophagus, moaning aloud, almost howling, while continuing to laugh at the top of his lungs, under the effect of a genuine intoxication of the senses.
The bear, which had started slowly, had become as if transformed. He grunted and spread himself on the little one, went so deep that his groin touched the buttocks. He gazed smugly at the dilated rectum, where the red excoriations were more obvious due to the contrast with the natural blue of the skin. Ravyn was burdened with gigantic dismay. Suddenly he sensed a new sensation, something strange that seemed to ease the pain for a few seconds. It came suddenly, a jet of pleasure exploding in a spot between his pussy and rectum, both battered and torn apart by those monstrous cocks. It was an orgasm, the first of his life, branching throughout his little body, making him vibrate like a leaf in the wind. The walls of his pussy and ass tightened, squeezing the cocks. The tongue enveloped the two hyena spears in a moist grip. The three rapists stiffened, shaken by so much enjoyment. The climax of orgastic pleasure achieved by the cub was yet another confirmation of his rarity and magnificence. The bear, first of all, felt the walls becoming hard and twisting his cock so that he could no longer contain himself. Into that beautiful ass he released an impressive cumshot, a river of hot, manly semen that poured copiously to the intestines, stuffing every inch with its own thick viscosity. The behemoth surrendered, lying with all his weight on the little dragon, imprinting his digits into the flesh of his thighs, panting on his neck, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. He squirted out so much cum that it took to dripping onto the mattress, overflowing from the dragon's anus in many tasty little rivers. When he withdrew, he did so only after staying inside his rectum for as long as possible and savoring every bit of enjoyment he could get out of it. Gasping and ravaged, he pulled away. He blinked continuously, keeping his jaws wide open, his cock having stopped dripping but appearing drenched in secretions. The lion, under the dragonet, sensed a change, because the bear's semen, sliding between Ravyn's buttocks, ended up entering his pussy and accommodating the penetration in the form of natural lubricant. So he could pound him from below more effectively and smash into him hard, shaking his hips upward, enjoying the squeak and thud produced by the lunges. Ravyn's orgasm lasted a full minute, taking him into a metaphysical dimension where pain and pleasure were a single, indivisible thing, a whole of sensory emotions. A kind of coma from which he recovered only after a while, when the hyena snatched a headset from him to groan in his ear and nibble. "Oh fuck ... Ravyn, you're really testing us ... you're a first-class bitch!" With that said, he tipped his head back, as his words had caused a new dose of physical intensity in the dragon's esophagus. They had gotten tighter, firmer, and had squeezed both cocks like lemons. Feeling both glands quivering for them to break free as soon as possible, the hyena could do nothing but give in to the skill of that child whore, so he let the orgasm sweep over him. Two vehement streams of boiling semen splashed down the little one's throat, staining it white, sticking and descending slowly to his stomach. A few gushes, the bolder ones, hovered directly inside the organ, mixing with the digestive acids, stuffing the little boy's tummy to the brim. "Ah... what a beautiful drain!" The hyena grabbed the two cocks by the base of the shaft and shook them, swirling them effectively to gouge out every last droplet of semen. When he came out, he did not mind putting the gagball back on quickly, as Ravyn would not be able to speak anyway. He coughed loudly sperm and saliva, gasping. 
"Come on, next!" Exclaimed the hyena, who suddenly, after giving that great show of vigor, melted almost on the spot, softening on his knees that had become brittle. He descended with difficulty, staggering. He too, like the bear, had been devastated by the experience and completely emptied. Therefore deprived of energy, he went to refresh himself with some champagne and fresh meat delicacies.
It was the turn of a couple, husband and wife, who politely asked the duke to participate. The stallion approved the proposal and urged them to proceed as soon as possible so as not to give the infant any respite.
"Oh, you are absolutely right, duke. You are always the wiser!" Said the woman, who was a vixen with a slender physique but endowed with a pair of full, prosperous breasts, which refused to droop despite her age and rather stretched upward with regal solemnity. 
"I totally agree, honey..." Confirmed her husband, a plump, mole-like fellow wearing funny thick-lensed glasses. But despite his unattractive appearance, the gentleman had an uncommonly large dick between his turned thighs. The cock was thick at the base, very broad and covered with spikes, and culminated in a thinner, very scarlet glans. The woman kissed her husband, exchanging lots of saliva with tongues. Then they threw themselves together at the little dragon. She took his mouth, instinctively, went in front of his little face. Without hesitation she took to kissing him passionately, wanting to taste the nuances given by the hyena's semen. Satisfied, she suddenly turned truculent. She lifted a cap and murmured into the child's ear words laden with lust. "Oh little darling, you look like you need a good feed..." She put the bonnet back on and suddenly, she slapped him on the cheek, then another on the opposite side with such force that his head swiveled. Then she took her poking cock, full of capillaries, from under the lowered foreskin. She slammed it into his face, against his little nose, letting his nostrils taste the nuances. Then, she smeared her wet pussy over his quivering lips, stimulating her clitoris and hypersensitive labia. "Oh, yes, good boy!" She removed his cap again. "Lick and suck like a lollipop!" She exclaimed and Ravyn obeyed, overwhelmed. That voice, then, was very similar to his mother's, so he felt almost obliged not to make controversy. He began to lick her juices-soaked pussy and suck her clit, small as a button, while the phallus above them bumped against the gag he held over his eyes. 
By the rear, the mole couldn't wait to get started. He was about to penetrate, admiring how the lion's cock kept shaking the little creature from below, jerking him a span off the ground with brutal force. So, he was about to begin, when he lingered on an amazing detail. "Oh, I can't believe it! I can't believe it! Friends, friends! The child is the chosen one! The baby is the chosen one! Look at this!"
The wife stopped, remaining with her pussy smeared on the baby's lips, and looked questioningly at her husband. The lion, on the other hand, was too engrossed in sex to slow down, and indeed he started drilling Ravyn's pussy with even more vigor than before. He was an exhibitionist, and being seen by others enjoying the baby's hole turned him on quite a bit.
The others, however, and especially the duke, turned to look at the mole. This revealed the baby's anus to him. Semen was still spurting from the little hole, which, like a miniature waterfall, descended between the buttocks in twin rivulets.
Everyone noticed, without the mole needing to say anything else, that the anus had completely reconstituted itself and no longer showed any tears, and that above all, and this was the juiciest detail, the rectum had shrunk as if it had never been violated. The bear felt almost offended by the discovery. "But that's impossible! I've been fucking that fine ass until just now!" He pointed to himself with his thumb. "I've deflowered that rectum and I swear to you I've spread it wide open until I could fit a whole arm into it!" He continued muttering with his breath reeking of alcohol.
The duke put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it with brotherly gentleness. "General, there is no need to get agitated. No one doubts your skills, you are a professional pedophile and you raped the little dragon better than anyone else in this room would have done."
The bear smirked. He loved flattery, especially the duke's, which sounded so sincere and vivid that it bordered on unquestionable. 
"Maybe you're right, duke. Then how do you explain it?" He asked, lifting his gaze to the stallion's serious muzzle. He noticed that his nostrils vibrated, as if excited.
"Gentlemen." The duke began again. "We are facing a miracle of nature; this child may be the chosen one." 
That word, 'chosen one,' made all present hairs stand up, including the infant sitting on the sofa who looked a bit lost and distracted. Even the ferals started yowling, almost in pain. 
Mrs. Gray went so far as to stick her entire paw inside her pussy. "Duke, are you serious? Is it possible that that little dragon is really the chosen one?"
"Mrs. Gray, take a good look at that amazing little ass! Those slender buttocks, that helpless look...the sinuous, delicate line of the hips and the hollow of the lumbar! That alone would classify it as a tasty morsel, that in itself makes it unique. But then, noting the regeneration of tissues, one can infer that he is a specimen beyond unique. What was it like to fuck him, general?" He turned to the bear who had been listening attentively up to that point, nodding. "Sublime. Magnificent. Amazing." And he was about to start swearing again that he had drilled that rectum with all the energy he could muster, but the duke preceded him just in time.
"Do you see? You see? The general is very well experienced, and I have never seen him so convinced of his own emotions. Now, the regeneration of that magnificent little hole may have been a fluke. We need more evidence." And with that said, the lion exploded into a series of long moans.
He sent out a lunge with which he pushed the cervix against the intestines, so deep had he reached. The walls clamped down on him, clamping him there with a grip worthy of a steel trap. The glans swelled, stirring the blood within with furious pumping, and caused the spikes to harden and sprout almost an inch beyond the porous skin at the base. The thorns penetrated the baby's flesh, committing a series of excruciatingly painful lacerations. Ravyn winced on the spot, an inner torment making his little heart burst with suffering. This was while an intense spicy flavor, that of the fox's pussy, flooded his palate. The lion clutched the cub to him, twisting his arms around his lower back, lifted his pelvis to impale the little dragon and thrust upward, then enjoyed a resounding cumshot. A tsunami of semen squirted out of his vibrating urethra, his scrotum rising in a syncopated rhythm, pumping exorbitant amounts of feline semen out of the testicles. With the spikes, Ravyn found himself immobilized and forced to accommodate that vehement sea inside his own womb. He felt it hot as fire as it flooded him without pity.


Chapter 2
The fox listened to the duke's words and with a chuckle immediately wanted to test the little infant. Smearing her pussy on his face, she set her bladder in motion, squeezing it internally, expelling a wondrous stream of piss. The jet, deep ochre in color, pervaded Ravyn's mouth, bathing his lips, sliding over his fine, sensitive palate, finally culminating in his esophagus, where it mixed beautifully with the semen, accompanying the more viscous traces to his stomach. Here, that pungent liquid seethed with the gastric fluids, sending a terrifying burning sensation. The child gobbled forcibly, with the fox preventing him from evading as she held him tight and clenched to her, blocking all of his movements. Ravyn, barking and swallowing, prostrated himself before that towering figure. The fox was quick, and with a snap, removed her pussy from the little one's mouth and thrust her cock into it, from which in turn began to gush out excellent, freshly churned piss. She slipped the glans up to the epiglottis, which being stimulated and rubbed, reacted by pinning the little one's throat with terrifying contractions and gags. The mole, meanwhile, had obtained permission to proceed with the dragnet's posterior. He dipped a clawed finger into his anus, extracting some sperm from it, swallowed it, licking the well-soaked claw. Then he reached out with his pelvis, put his big glasses back on and penetrated, sticking the tip into that nice lubricated rectum. As noted just before, the walls had shrunk as if they were virgins, and they closed with a formidable grip. They enveloped the glans, sucking it inside. The base, much more squat than the rest, struggled hard to get through. The mole had to push hard, holding on to the boy's curvy ankles. So he began to drill his cute little juvenile ass, vibrating the wedge-like buttocks. He heard the little one moan and was pleased, getting even more horny as the anal juices intoxicated him. The lion, still lying under the infant, wanted to savor the last few seconds. He licked his sweaty nipples, rubbed his snout on his sternum, smelling its fragrance, then extended a hand up to his neck to feel the relief of the fox's cock as it sank into the esophagus. He felt the lump under his fingertips, strong and pulsing. "That's right, honey...swallow it all the way down..." He pulled away slowly, peeling off to the side. He looked down at her pussy and squinted. He saw the gap stuffed to the brim, overflowing with cum, well dilated but slowly closing as far as he could see. "Oh wow...are you seeing this? So it's true..." He was shocked, returned to sit with his mouth parched, eager to quench his thirst. "Champagne! Give me champagne!" He shouted, and the hyena, also shaken and drained, handed him three glasses one in a row, which the lion swallowed without hesitation. "Damn...duke, you are right...you are completely right...we are facing a miracle!"
The stallion put an arm around his neck, making the skin rub against the thick mane. "My friend, we talked about this many times, remember? It didn't seem possible there..."
"And yet here it is, in front of us." Concluded the lion, sipping from his fourth glass of Champagne. The bear kicked out a box of cigars from his pastern and offered some to everyone present. He himself, the lion and the hyena gladly accepted. Only the stallion declined the offer. "When my time comes." He said, without hesitation. In the meantime a spot had opened up, the fox decided to take advantage of the offer. "Honey!" She exclaimed, turning to her husband. "Darling ... ah ... ah ... tell me!" The mole was overwhelmed with groans. 
"Let's flip this pretty boy over! I feel like trying his cute little cock!"
"All right dear, as you wish!" He replied, and soon they were both working to turn Ravyn onto his back. The mole positioned himself under him so as to fuck his pussy and ass at will, leaping from one little hole to the other with rapid mastery. The gagball was reinserted in its proper place, that is, to close the little mouth that was overflowing with piss. The ferals, noticing the change in arrangements, became excited, but the duke immediately brought them back to a state of quiet. "Sweethearts, be patient! Guests have priority, you know!" He gave them a few scraps of meat and a few bones to nibble on to let off some of their hot urges. The fox, observing the little morsel in front of her, did not hesitate to pounce on him. She took his cock, nice and hard and throbbing, between her firm fingers and rested it in her pussy, letting that stud of flesh penetrate her. She took her tits, groping them as she descended slowly, settling on the phallus in a princely, graceful manner. When she had him all the way in, she felt the little one trembling perceptibly with enjoyment. She spread herself over him and began kissing his neck and nipples, and nibbling lovingly, leaving small abrasions on different parts of his chest. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, right on the muscle, much to his delight. Ravyn began to gurgle and moan, with the gagball pressing relentlessly against his lips and the laces sinking into his cheeks. Cramps in his legs, which were untied first, then spread apart and finally bound again, instantly hit him. The fox's pussy hammered his cock, drowning it in vaginal juices, unleashing hellish heat on it. The woman's cock rubbed against his belly, scattering drops of piss on the shiny skin. The mole proceeded cautiously, without giving too strong lunges. The bear grimaced, observing their manner. "Bah, I just don't understand all this delicacy!" He exclaimed, turning to the lion. This one nodded. "General, not everyone likes our approach. Some people prefer to use gentleness, even with a slut of Ravyn's kind..."
The bear snorted. "I still don't understand. To me, to abuse such a dainty child with such gentle ways seems totally ridiculous! In fact, it seems insulting to the child! I mean, such a little creature deserves to be fucked to death! What are these polite manners!"
The fox heard the bear. "General...ah...ah! Oh...forgive me, but this little boy's cock is hard as a rock! My pussy is on fire! Damn, I got all wet like a little bitch!" She removed the gagball and pulled her big tits closer to Ravyn's mouth. "Here, honey! Suck a little! Drink some milk!" She told him, removing his headphones.
Ravyn timidly rubbed his tongue over the swollen nipples, by instinct picked one up with his lips and began to suck greedily. He nibbled and the fox sent a little cry. "Good little darling, suck! And bite me-yes, bite me all over!" 
Ravyn gobbled the thick milk gushing through her nipples. His cheeks were inflamed and beaded with tears. He went from one tit to the other, the fox plunged her tits into his mouth, tits that had swollen a moment before, suddenly filled. "Oh...it must be my maternal instinct!" Exclaimed the vixen, with a little resolution. She said this, shaking her flanks and hips overbearingly, straddling the boy like a true Valkyrie, making her firm buttocks cling to the little one's thighs. The mole, however slowly he proceeded, with slow, calculated sinks, soon had to succumb to the pressure exerted by the walls. He found himself trapped in the pussy, which had become as tight as a shrunken burrow, and stood there, enjoying himself madly, with the baby slamming into him, crushing him on the other side against the mattress. The fox was on the verge of extreme paroxysm, orgasmed, stretching her neck and face forward over the baby's head, sent out a long, moaning moan, "AHHHH!" She kicked out all the air in her lungs. Her tits squirted milk everywhere, her cock cummed all over Ravyn's belly, smearing it with whitish flecks, her pussy stiffened, squeezing the little dragon's phallus, spreading a deluge of vaginal juices. Ravyn was overwhelmed by such eagerness, the woman wrapped herself around him and held him tightly, panting in his ear. In the latter, she slipped her tongue to his eardrum and murmured, "Oh yes, darling...you are such a good child...so obedient!" These words ... in the tone of voice so similar to Ravyn's mother's, provoked in the little one a series of jubilant abscesses at the level of his loins that culminated in a devastating orgasm. The infant's first cumshot, the one he would never forget, became apparent in that instant, as the fox's lustful words continued to lull his eardrums, "Good boy...ah! AH! You are such a good boy...Ravyn! OH! OHH! Are you cumming? Oh yes...oh...I can feel it! I feel it...it's so hot...yes, impregnate me! Yes... cum inside my pussy! Yes! I want all your cum, baby! I want it all! Every last drop!" The woman pushed down, Ravyn's glans grazed her cervix, and sperm began to gush out of the urethra, thick and viscous. The searing heat that followed was borderline heavenly. "AHH! Yes!" The woman screamed and laughed like a maniac. A round of applause from the bear started. "Congratulations! Congratulations! Now, I beg you! Can you fuck that baby properly? Or shall I come back?"
The duke coughed to take the floor. "General, you know the rules well. One at a time, for the first round. Don't make me repeat it again, please."
"Yes, duke, you are right. Forgive me..." The bear covered his face with his paw. "But seeing all that waste makes my heart clench! Colonel..." He turned to an elk with regal bearing. "Can you, colonel, remedy this havoc?"
The colonel nodded. "Of course, general. I would be glad to. Would the lieutenant like to accompany me?" He asked, turning to a wolf with thick gray fur. It was a retired former commander. His red eyes turned languid, he moistened his lips with his tongue and showed his teeth, with one canine chipped and the other intact and fearfully sharp. "I don't see why I should say no!" He exclaimed in a cheerful tone. He struggled to stand up, but once he was on his feet, he seemed to suddenly rejuvenate, his muscles clearly showing from beneath the thick layer of fur. The two backed up to the table, waiting for the fox to leave her seat. "Baroness!" Said the moose in a jovial tone, sipping a drink. "See that you don't keep us waiting too long." He concluded with a good-natured chuckle. The fox had not yet fully recovered, and lay on the infant without ceasing to pant and thank him. The mole, however, felt the spikes at the base of his phallus extend and harpoon Ravyn's anal walls. That done, all it took was for the sperm to gush out of his urethra in many copious rivulets and flood that magical tunnel of regenerative capabilities. "OH! OH!" The mole shuddered and groaned. "This is baby is incredible! His little ass tightened as I fucked him! Great!" He emitted a kind of squeak and ejaculated, stuffing his little hole with supreme inebriation. "Ah! AH! What a beautiful emptying! AH!" With the mole baron occupied, the baroness took advantage of that moment to pee again. From her urethra she gushed jets of piss that dripped onto the dragonet's cock and belly, thoroughly soiling his navel and ribs. That warm liquid restored a pleasant warmth to Ravyn, which almost quelled the immense pain he had felt up to that point. This, combined with the woman's seemingly sincere and motherly embrace. "Prepare yourself, honey ... not everyone is as kind as I am." She whispered, stroking his hair with a gentle touch. She concluded by removing his gagball and kissing him on the lips, for a long time. She stuck her tongue down his throat, entwined it with his, exchanging as much saliva as she could. She came out with a satisfied pop. "See you later, my love." She told him, putting the gagball and headphones back in their rightful places. She dismounted from Ravyn's cock with much displeasure, paused for a moment to look at the still hard, red phallus. She gave him a few licks, on the glans and shaft, as a token of appreciation for a job well done. She took it with one hand and sawed it off a couple of times, gently. "Such a great cock!" She exclaimed and finally got off the table, not ceasing to shoot pitying glances at the little dragon. The moose sensed the situation. "I know, Baroness. I know you're sad to leave that little one like that without squeezing him to the fullest."
She looked at the moose with respect. "Yeah. Have you seen his cock? It hasn't gone limp...it's still as hard as before...he really must be the chosen one! He looks identical to when we first saw him."
The wolf took her by the arm and gave her a kiss on the neck. "Oh, Baroness, our Ravyn is precious, very precious." He was horny, his foreskin dropped, and his cock slipped out of its blanket of flesh. The baroness took it in her hand. "Lieutenant, you do understand the needs of a woman like me!" She squatted down and began to suck and lick it. The mole baron, meanwhile, had used up all his cum. He clutched the little one to himself. "Unbelievable! Unbelievable!" He exclaimed, incredulous. "You know..." He added, raising his voice to be heard. "After a good cumshot, you need an equally good piss!" Thus he released a large load of hot pee inside the infant's little ass. The liquid mixed with the semen, sliding over the walls to the intestines, which were instantly flooded. "Ah ... yes, perfection!" Commented the baron, feeling the scalding piss cradling his cock. "Oh yes!" 
The baroness was already getting down on all fours on the floor, with one hand pulling her buttock to the side so as to offer her beautiful pussy to the lieutenant. "Please...fuck me now, here! I'm too horny!" Ravyn's cum was still dripping from her pussyhole. The wolf smiled. "Baroness, it seems that Ravyn needs company. I will return to you as soon as I can."
The fox snorted. "Hm...all right, all right, but you dare to tease me! I expect a great fuck!"
"You shall have it, Baroness. You shall have it."
The mole baron slipped away, rolling to the side and crashing to the ground with his usual clumsiness which surprised no one. He went to his wife and set about telling her all the details of the experience he had felt. "I will write an essay!" He decreed at the end.
"Excellent, dear, excellent!" She replied, but she was already eyeing the duke. She spread herself on him, with her breasts around his marble arm and her thighs tight on the leg on the same side. "Duke ... you, are you not participating?" She told him, stroking his sculpted abdomen and descending slowly to his limb. "Baroness, I see you are also quivering to see me in action."
"Oh, yes, am I to blame for that? You are a real stud and well, since there is still time anyway...how about putting it in my ass? Hm..." She bit her lip. "You know, I really want to have a cock as big as yours..." She circled the base of the equine phallus with her fingers. 
But the duke was adamant. "No. I want to watch a bit more."
The bear took advantage of this and slapped the baroness's buttocks. "Come here, Baroness, I got this!"
She laughed, looking at him lasciviously. "General..." She approached him, swaying her hips. "You are quite manly, you could hurt me!" 
And so the two of them started talking, with the Baroness getting more and more horny and looking forward to being fucked again. Finally the general satisfied her, she sat on top of him. He made her his own, fucking her drenched pussy. This was to kill some time. During sex, they both cast curious glances at the table, there where the moose and the wolf were about to begin.
"Colonel..." The wolf exclaimed. "Please, you have your choice!"
The moose reviewed the infant, studying him carefully, running his eyes over the little legs, pussy and cock so tempting. "But no, lieutenant, by seniority, I very gladly grant you the right to choose first!"
With his arms outstretched as if to say: may your will be so done, the wolf climbed onto the table and started turning Ravyn from side to side. "I think I'll start by licking him a little bit-I really want to taste him!" 
"But you, lieutenant..." Said the moose, rising in turn to the table. "You are not known for preliminaries...perhaps age is affecting you?"
"Oh, possible -- very possible, indeed. You know, with old age you learn to savor every moment, every sensation, whereas when you're as young as you are, as strong and lusty, you think about satisfying your needs as quickly as possible because you're already thinking about the next time. But for me..." He stroked the child's thighs, on the inner part, the most candid part. "By that time I may not be there."
"Oh, come on, don't be dramatic just now!" The colonel stepped in front of the infant's face, picked him up, while supine, and dragged him to the edge of the table so that his head dangled over the edge. He reached down and kissed him on the cheeks. He lifted a cap from him. "You can't prepare yourself for what lies ahead, you little slut." He said and put the headset back on. Ravyn shivered, that dark, peremptory voice penetrating his soul, making his little heart flutter. Pathetic gasps escaped from the gagball, followed by cum and saliva in equal measure.
The wolf parted Ravyn's thighs and plunged his moist snout in between. He sniffed at the top of his lungs at the pungent, musky fragrance emanating from the child's private parts, a scent so delicious that it ended up further angering him. He slurped his tongue inside the well-filled pussy, then teased the clitoris, sucking it very, almost ambiguously gently, as if he didn't want to harm him. "Ohhh" He sighed, intoxicated to the furthest corner of his brain. "I'm going to have so much fun fucking you!"
The bear raised a hand to the sky. "There, lieutenant, you are so deserving!"
The baroness, who was riding him, seemed to get a little annoyed and sent up a little resolution, which was immediately broken by groans because the general had unleashed a powerful jousting lunge at her.
The wolf got on his knees, grabbed Ravyn's legs and loaded them onto his shoulder. He licked his little feet, sucked his contracted and frightened big toe, and moved forward, his meaty halberd ready to strike the little one's innocent, wet pussy. On the other side, the moose worked to remove the gagball, gently, up to the nose. Gasps escaped from Ravyn's battered lips; the moose closed them with his fingers. "Shh...shh...be quiet, little darling!" And he took hold of his cock, which was similar to a large branch with a squat base and slender tip, as long as an arm, perfect for penetrating the tightest and deepest holes. He slammed it into his face, against his cheeks and lips. "That's it ... you like big dicks, huh slut?" He spoke just for the sake of imprinting all the dominance he could on the little one. He began to turn around, still holding the infant's lips closed with one hand. When he was fully turned, he squatted down on him, crushing his nose with his anus. He moved his pelvis from top to bottom and back again, so as to spread his own scent as best he could. The pungent stench ripped through the little one's nostrils, like a stinging, toxic fire, to his brain, where it instantly flared up, bringing him to the brink of insanity. It was an intense, concentrated stench, like moss mixed with sludge. He finally let go of his grip on his lips so that his anus could rub against them cheerfully. "Oh, that's perfect-a good scratch!" The colonel exclaimed, moaning under his breath. Then he pushed down, causing the baby's head to bend almost to the point of breaking. The neck tilted dangerously, with the bundles of muscles emerging, giving the impression of breaking at any moment. The moose contracted his hind muscles, relaxed his anal walls. A silent, toxic fart started, projecting directly into Ravyn's throat. The smell made him pitied so fierce it turned out. From the elk's rectum, which expanded magnificently, like a tunnel carved in rock, sprouted the preamble, the tip, of a stubby fecal trunk. Deep brown, with lighter shades in places, and yellow straws resembling threads of Gold, it peeped out of the anus, bringing with it a flush of vomiting reek. Ravyn held his lips open, with the burning in his jaw preventing him from moving them, so he had to succumb to the arrival of that stubby piece of shit without being able to do anything about it. That one came close to him, embedding itself, between his upper and lower lips, then descended slowly, like a slow agony, down his palate, which began to burn hard, while a bitter taste enveloped his tongue, pressing it in an odoriferous grip until it swelled and stained it with brown flecks. The trunk passed between baby teeth, without stopping, the moose sat almost fully, and his excessive weight was a further cause of excruciating neck pain. The shit nougat lost chunks that stuck to the gums, while the main body continued to the epiglottis, stimulating it strongly and causing conkers to make even the most resilient of living beings pale. The baby tried to cough, futilely, because the airway had been totally obstructed. He found himself swallowing, unwillingly, but fatally driven by a horrifying instinct, as tremendous as those feces. "Yes, Ravyn...swallow...swallow! Eat my shit! Eat it! Eat!" The moose shouted at him, barely dislodging a headset from his ear. "Eat honey...swallow everything...nothing should be wasted!"
And as if that were not enough, the wolf, who had waited until that moment, also rejoiced. "Go on little darling...I want to feel the shit going down your throat!" And he placed two fingers just below his adam's pommel, which rose with each swallow, with obvious relief appearing like a serpentine lump. 
Ravyn gurgled, wrapping the shit with as much saliva as he could in an attempt to keep that from getting stuck in his throat, inexorably ending in him choking. But no matter how hard he tried, eventually the cemented blockage clogged his esophagus, and he stayed there, struggling to get down again, only occasionally losing rare fecal shreds that slid to the sides, down the soft walls in the direction of his stomach. The moose, using his own experience in this field, noticed this with an unerring glance. He made to shit out the last chunks, which came gracefully out of the anus, merging with those already in the little one's mouth, forming a kind of brown locomotive with rounded corners and thus of an admirable cylindrical shape. "Oh, you look like you need a hand!" Exclaimed the wolf, laughing and making a sign with his chin to the colonel. The latter assented and all delighted turned around, brandishing his impressive phallus. He slammed it like a hammer on the infant's lips, to bring down some of the shit left out, hovering just above his chin. That done, he spread his jaw wide open, slipping his stubby, powerful fingers between the two rows of teeth, either side of his mouth, then thrust with his pelvis forward, directing the tip of his glans into the jouissance tunnel that was Ravyn's throat. He felt the shit, warm and mushy, and sank even deeper, pressing it inward, channeling it all into his esophagus, stroke after stroke. Ten fingers, he squeezed them around the baby's neck with such force that they left an imprint. The wolf waved two fingers in the air, like an orchestra conductor. "Ah ... what a splendid symphony!" He exclaimed, squinting his eyes, referring to the pained gurgles sent by the infant. "Oh Ravyn, your throat is an orifice I would love to try...you know colonel, I'm almost envious! I'd like to push all that shit down to his stomach!" And he howled, out of the intoxication of that unforgettable moment. The moose clenched his teeth and smiled a little forcibly, too engrossed in his commitment to do anything else. "I envy you too, lieutenant...so how is that pussy?" 
"Oh...so wet! Soft! Just perfect!"
"And how is it inside? What, still not proceeding?"
"Oh no, my boy...as I told you just now, these are those rare moments that must be lived to the fullest, in no hurry!"
Moose snorted. "Oh, but this little bitch has literally bewitched me! I just can't resist!" Indeed, the moose took to drilling Ravyn's mouth harder and harder, with his cock plunging in and out of it dripping wet with shit and saliva.
The wolf seemed to be waiting for something inexplicable, but finally he too moved, slowly, moving on his knees, a little at a time, until he had Ravyn's pussy within reach of penetration. He laid the glans on it, the baby being pushed toward him, and the tip ended up caressing the clitoris, with the frenulum rubbing instead over the vaginal orifice. The lieutenant cupped the dragon's cock in one hand, and jerked it, appreciating its fullness under his palm. "Ah, this youth is very promising!" Was his comment, just before sliding the glans into the vagina. This sucked him in vehemently, drawing him to itself. The wolf's cock, which was stubby, long, frighteningly covered with veins and capillaries, struggled to continue as the hard, contracted walls tried to slow its entry. "Oh, yes ... Ravyn, I love it when a pussy acts like that!" Said the wolf, licking the boy's feet, and his lathed calves made of only muscle. "The little bitch thinks he's impenetrable!" He added and leaned forward. The visible cock outside his pussy swelled, from an excessive accumulation of blood and flesh. Then Ravyn's walls gave way, slowly, prostrating themselves before the might of that raging host. The wolf was now raping him at a great pace, ramming the big cock against his clit, producing a simply sublime squeak and thud. "Oh...you're so hot, sweetheart..." Running his paws over his nipples and chest, he felt him heave for breath. "Oh yes, OH! This baby is amazing!"
Moose could not help but share the words the lieutenant used to describe the ongoing experience with that horny little dragon. "His throat keeps tightening!" Diving into the mouth of that innocent little creature seemed incredible to him. As he sank, he realized he was inside an endless tunnel. He reached up to press his balls against the child's nose, yet he felt that if he had a longer phallus he could have gone down several more inches. He took to fucking him savagely, regardless of any damage to his jaw.
"AHHH!" The wolf sent a sudden groan, louder than the previous ones. Everyone present squinted, even the baroness and the bear stopped tingling to turn their attention to the veteran. The duke felt an urgent tingling in his throat, so much so that he had to scratch himself. 
"AHH! No way!" The lieutenant bent over the little one, breathed on his skinny, sweaty neck, licked him, and meanwhile a fierce orgasm erupted in his lower abdomen. From his stumpy phallus squirted out a tsunami of semen that filled the infant's womb and took to dripping out, without restraint whatsoever, in many copious rivulets. "This has never happened to me before..." The wolf looked shaken.
The duke heard a hubbub behind him, pricked up his ears and realized that astonishment had broken out among all the guests. "The lieutenant? So quickly? How is this possible?"
Never before had a fierce, horny beast like the old veteran found himself in that situation. "Lieutenant, are you feeling all right?" The duke, partly out of courtesy, partly because he himself had been taken aback, wanted to ascertain the situation.
The wolf lifted a paw. "Yes. I'm perfectly fine." He was dead serious, not daring to laugh anymore. Even the moose had stopped, his face occasionally distorting with some grimace due to pleasure. "Lieutenant ... do you want to switch?" He asked, with gentle intent and not at all derisive. But this request set the veteran off like an old war wound. "NEVER! NEVER! Don't you dare to ask such a thing again!" And after blurting out to the elk, he glared at Ravyn, went up to his ear. "Oh ... you little bitch, you've made me disfigured for the first time in my life ... I've never cum so fast ... but it's all your fault! All the fault is yours! Your pussy is too tight, too hot...but now I'm taking my revenge, I swear to you, I'm going to fuck you into senselessness!"
Ravyn did not understand. The bitter taste of shit kept hammering his taste buds as the moose's hot cock throbbed in his throat.
"I'll take your ass!" Rivers of saliva dripped from the wolf's jaws. "Yes ... now I'm going to take your cute little ass!" 
Ravyn shuddered, a spasm of inner suffering exploding in every muscle in his body. An excruciating cramp in his belly made him scream again and again, until his breath caught, squeals that were muffled by the shit.  The lieutenant pulled the little boy's ass over the tip of the glans that kept gushing, aroused. That mammoth glans turned purplish and seemed to throb conspicuously, with blood continuing to pump into it at a frantic pace. The baby's buttocks rubbed against the soft, porous, yet marble-hard surface. The tiny anus was frighteningly tight in comparison, but the wolf saw it only as yet another enjoyment tunnel into which he could plunge. He pulled the infant to himself even more, slowly grinding inch after inch. The first rub was nothing short of ecstatic. The infant felt the friction against that giant of flesh that gave off a searing heat. The wolf sent out a soft moan that tasted of putridity and death as the glans began to dilate the anus of the little dragonet. That one was full of wrinkles, bluish and gorgeous. Still perfectly pure and virgin in appearance. It began to widen frighteningly. Dozens of micro lacerations appeared all around the edges, some of which culminated in actual small cuts. From these began to slide many rivulets of dark blood that lay down the infant's buttocks, like carmine-colored tears. It was excruciating. A flash of blinding pain exploded suddenly, from one second to the next, with unquantifiable power. It radiated from the ass and exploded throughout the rest of the body in the form of many very high voltage electric shocks. An additional flash of light blurred the child's vision and he fainted for a few seconds, going from oblivion to reality several times within seconds. The cries he would have liked to release cut off in his throat, along with a sour aftertaste that enveloped his palate. He rolled his eyes behind the gag. The wolf groaned again, snorted, and thrust his meat halberd from below. "Oh yes...this time I will show you no mercy, you filthy whore!" He exclaimed and penetrated deeper, feeling the little baby's walls widen to accommodate him. He wished to keep him conscious as much as possible so that he could further enjoy his desperate contractions. Contractions did not take long to come, as soon as the baby came back to himself after those tragic seconds spent in that oblivion of agonizing pain. He wriggled like a freshly pierced beast, writhing so inhumanly that his skin crawled, vibrating as if he had gone mad. It was a delirium of suffering, which the lieutenant admired gloating smugly. He squeezed the boy even tighter to himself, managed to get the whole glans in, and felt the bones of his pelvis make a distinct crack. He continued inside that jubilant rectum, with the magnificently tight walls tightening again and again trying to keep that giant invader from entering. It was all in vain; the child soon began spitting out shit and semen, and coughing incessantly, panting heavily. The moose was skillful in dosing his monstrous strength so as to ensure that the lieutenant had the right conditions to get his revenge. The wolf's cock pumped inside the rectum like a lung, constantly filling with renewed oxygen-dense blood. For the child it was like having a percussion hammer inside his ass that would not stop drilling and tearing him apart, blow after blow. He stopped kicking, finally, when part of the rod was also inside. A riot of anal juices gushed out of his buttocks, squirting past his anus in frightening streams. The wolf felt them on his fingers, holding them tightly on his buttocks, proceeding with greedy avidity, continuing to echo that low, cavernous cry of his. He began to shake his hips, back and forth in a ferocious rhythm. He penetrated all the way to the large intestine, there he kept thrusting, feeling the resistance of the organs that acted as the ultimate boundary for that massive cock. But he did not stop, and horny as he was, he dared not yield even a millimeter, indeed he plunged further to the stomach, pushing liver, kidneys and pancreas against the lungs. The child felt shaken from the inside out. He felt a series of deadly gags in his throat, coupled with tremendous cramps in his abdomen. His entire organic system was overwhelmed by that giant beam, and more boiling shit gushed out of his lips. Shit that the moose did not hesitate to lick and taste, with all the resulting nuances and aftertastes. Shaken by the sight of that squashed little body, the lieutenant did not hesitate to accelerate again so that he could ravage it with greater vehemence. Needless to say how jubilant it was, the wolf let out a long, deep moan toward the ceiling. His eyes were languid, his eyelids flickering with the enjoyment of that concupiscent intoxication. By the hundredth stroke, his cock was coming out more and more drenched in anal juices. It was completely covered with a transparent coating that favored penetration beautifully. The child had lost all feeling in his nether regions, and the excessive blood loss had deprived him of any energy needed to cry out and despair. Only pain and panic alternated in his battered brain. But what happened next was even worse. The child could not even with all the effort of his brain imagine what calamity was about to befall him. It began with the wolf sending strange gurgles, almost gasps, toward the boy's face. He licked him and breathed a heavy moan against him, then his cock began to vibrate inside the infant's rectum, with the tip of the glans that had risen to his intestines as if he had impaled him. The balls, which had also come out of the scrotum, began to swell and deflate in cadenced jerks. Lo and behold, an excruciating heat flared in the creature's loins, driving out another terrifying verse. A dragon of fire started from his balls and ran through his phallus shaft, culminating in the glans, where it built up and exploded in an unstoppable wave of pleasure. Shaken by the chills, the wolf tightened his paws around the boy's neck to keep him firmly in place so that he could hold him there without allowing him to slip an inch. Having harpooned him so effectively, he was able to release a cascade of beastly semen that streamed out of his urethra in a frighteningly thick and vigorous stream. The boiling semen of that creature came out in proportion with the mightiness of his cock. At last, everyone saw in the lieutenant all his legendary fame again, in the way he had dominated that little infant and in the way he had enlarged that beautiful juicy anus of his. Everyone except the lieutenant himself. Panting from exhaustion, he lay down on the little dragon. "Ah...ah..." He could not catch his breath; he was exhausted, deprived of all energy. "Unbelievable...OH!" He sent a sob, felt the anal walls begin to tighten again, as at the beginning of penetration. His eyes whitened. "It's not possible...it's not possible!" He looked at the little one with extraordinary intensity. "You really are the best baby I've ever raped...Ravyn...you won!" He lay on him, licking the sweat from his chest and neck.


Chapter 3
He sent out another yelp. "Oh, now I have to piss!" And indeed a stream of piss chased the last drops of semen out of his urethra, piping into the infant's beautiful rectum. A warm, golden stream mixed beautifully with all the other internal juices. Ravyn was torn, he did not understand the words being spoken to him, he did not even understand who he was dealing with, they were all new voices to him, except for the Baroness's voice, which was precisely reminiscent of his mommy's. Those creatures were accusing him of something, were they mad at him? The fact was that the ache in his ass had become devastating, and that new liquid flowing into his rectum only made the cuts and wounds present burn even more. Fortunately, his regenerative abilities intervened, although Ravyn could not understand that it was those very abilities that had doomed him to that series of destructive rapes. The moose laid a paw on the wolf's shoulder, marveling at that strange gesture. "Lieutenant, you were incredible. I have always admired you and learned everything from you."
The wolf grinned. "Ah...I'm old, too old for this kind of thing, and this baby is incredible...you should feel his ass now...it's hot and tight as hell, I think it would put even the most experienced rapist in trouble."
Moose nodded with conviction. "I repeat, you were incredible." He said this and made another lunge, this time so deep that he took his balls and forcefully inserted them into the boy's mouth. He pushed again so that Ravyn had the giant phallus and massive scrotum all the way down his throat. At that point choking was inevitable, the shit had piled up in his esophagus, the cock pressed against his epiglottis, preventing the windpipe from letting air through. He began to shake violently and gurgle, then felt a sudden weakening. The moose held him down, promptly, without stopping fucking him. "I'll make you pay, you little bitch-no one makes the lieutenant sad if I'm present!" 
Ravyn saw strange lights in his field of vision, like small fireworks, as flashes of pain alternated in his throat. He fainted suddenly, stopping breathing, his body arrested. The moose continued at a furious pace, with deadly hip thrusts. "There! There! You fainted, huh slut?" He burst out laughing again, fueled by lustful heat. He pressed the infant from above, trying to smash into his mouth, feeling his scrotum sliding against his palate. "OH! OH!" Then a squeeze of the walls in the throat wedged him there, not allowing him to move. "But what--but what!" He began to gasp. "You're unconscious! How can you do that, how can you do that?" He shouted at him, but Ravyn was indeed passed out and his throat was already regenerating to keep him from succumbing. The moose's cock was squeezed along every inch, from the glans to the base of the shaft, more saliva enveloped it, and then the orgasm was relentless. "AHH!" The behemoth leaned forward, propped his elbows on the baby's belly, holding them close to the wolf's head. He looked at him. "Lieutenant...but what?"
The wolf nodded at him, dejected. "I told you, this baby is really amazing." The moose was torn apart by an incredible orgasm, a paroxysm of the senses that left him without a single ounce of vigor. From his cock gushed a great deluge of semen as hot as hellfire. The jet flowed down Ravyn's throat, carrying with it embedded shit and saliva, culminating in the small stomach that was forced to expand to accommodate all that mass of secretions. The moose was breathing heavily. He blinked continuously, unable to come to terms with the situation. The lieutenant stared at him with an ill veiled pity in his gaze. "You just have to take a piss, the baby beat us..." He said and turned his head away. The moose pressed his bladder and pissed profusely, feeling the tingle of liquid flowing into his still very sensitive urethra. The piss flowed gracefully, passing through Ravyn's throat, cleaning it completely and finally adding to the pile of cum and shit that lay beyond the mouth of his stomach, like a cherry on top of the cake.
The whole room had fallen silent, even the ferals had quieted down, having clearly sensed the despondency hovering in the air. They were able to detect excitement and fear whenever these showed up in the duke's gaze. The stallion was motionless, arms crossed, deep in meditation on what had happened. The wolf and the moose drew back together, letting full-bodied juices squirt from Ravyn's anus and mouth, then both returned to their seats. They were covered in sweat and plagued by a hunger and thirst that could not be satisfied with food and champagne. Feeling dejected in their souls, where their pride had deeply cracked, they avoided looking others in the eye. It was the Duke, who as the owner of the mansion and the main organizer of the event, also felt a moral obligation to set the record straight. "Well, well." He began and clapped his hands to draw all the attention to himself. "Ravyn, our sweet little dragon, would seem to have a phenomenal adaptive system that we clearly were not ready for." He paced back and forth, five steps at a time. "So, we must make sure we hurl ourselves at him with all the fury we can muster. Do you agree?"
"Yes!" The bear general replied without even a moment's hesitation. The others also agreed, even the lieutenant, although he merely nodded weakly. 
"Perfect, do not be intimidated by that infant, there are many of us and we are very horny, while he is alone with himself." 
Ravyn had recovered, albeit with enormous effort. He reopened his eyes and saw the darkness of the gag, with tiny squares of fabric allowing only very faint rays of light to shine through. He heard every word, although they came to him garbled and muffled because of the daze. He managed because the headphones did not cover his ears, and he even managed to gurgle a few words because the gagball had not been repositioned properly, rather it had been left there under his nostrils, wet with saliva. "Please...please..." He muttered, in a high-pitched, trembling voice.
At that point the duke went into a rage, his cock hardened and doubled in size, so much so that the baroness, at the sight of that phallus, sent up a little cry in amazement. "Shut up!" Shouted the stallion and immediately threw himself toward the child, leaped onto the mattress and went on top of him. From there, he began slapping his little cock. "You must shut up, you filthy slut!" 
At last the duke was taking part in the scene, and every guest was captivated by his ferocity, all watching him closely. "Where is Bruce!" He suddenly exclaimed and turned toward the sofa where the guests were sitting. "Bruce, show yourself, now, immediately!"
The general burst into cavernous laughter, then extended his arm behind him over the back of the couch and made to claw at something that seemed to elude him. "Come on-don't be shy!" He said and finally brought his arm up. He had grabbed a little kitten, a cute five-year-old. The kitten looked shy and turned his big green eyes toward the little dragon. He swallowed and said, "Here I am..." 
"Perfect. Come here." The duke ordered him. The general charged his arm and threw the baby, sending him flying a few meters. Bruce landed on the mattress with all four legs. He was hermaphroditic, with his cock tucked in his foreskin between his slender thighs and his slightly wet pussy poking out between his buttocks. His fur was silvery and snow-white. He twitched his adorable little ears, perhaps to soften the duke, who, however, caught him by the neck and drew him vehemently to himself. "Come here, were you hiding?"
"No, uncle...I'm sorry..." 
"I hope so or I'll tell your mom. You know she makes you come here so that you have fun--what should I tell her? That you'd rather hide every time I want you to play a little?"
The child tried to smile. "No, Uncle, I'm sorry -- I promise I won't disobey you again." He spoke in a stutter, it was clear that he was still too young to formulate such long sentences without going into a lot of trouble.
"Stop talking! This filthy little dragon must pay! Come here!" The duke grabbed Bruce by the arm and forced him to sit on Ravyn's cock. The latter's phallus rubbed against the kitty's pussy, lubricating with his juices and stiffening gradually more and more, until the glans slipped inside the vagina. Bruce sent out a moan and settled down on all fours on the little dragon, stretching forward until he nuzzled his neck. Ravyn tried to pull free, but with a hip thrust that was too rough he only ended up penetrating even further. Much enjoyment resulted for both of them, with Bruce allowing himself to be penetrated almost joyfully and with Ravyn deriving pleasure from said penetration. Kitty's pussy was tight and hot, so the knot on the dragon's cock did not hesitate to anchor itself to the walls, locking the two lovers in that improvised intercourse. "Oh perfect...he's hooked up!" Exclaimed the duke, who got on his knees and forced the kitten to stay down with his torso. He positioned himself behind him and caressed his lower back. "Now, my little nephew, relax, Uncle is on it now!" He harnessed his cock, taking it by the tip of the swollen glans and directed it close to the pussy, there where Ravyn's cock had sunk totally, hiding in that delightful orifice. "Oh, your pussy will be so tight, but I'll try anyway!" The duke squeezed the kitty by the neck and gave a hip tap. The glans broke through the soft skin and slid slowly, shouldering the rod of the drake's cock. The horse's penis, which was three times wider and longer than Ravyn's, struggled immensely to proceed, as the very narrow walls and little space proved to be two great adversaries. But the stallion did not demur and shouldered that burden with great professionalism. "Oh gosh...Ravyn, your little cock is so hot...and Bruce, my nephew, your pussy is really magnificent..." With his free hand, the duke dipped two fingers into Ravyn's pussy, with his thumb he set about stimulating his swollen clitoris. The little drake took to moaning as Bruce breathed on his neck, yelping terribly. "Ah! Ah!" His high-pitched little voice was as sweet as honey. "Ah...uncle, you're hurting me! You hurt me so much..." He murmured. "Are you Ravyn?" He asked and Ravyn managed to formulate a 'yes' through clenched teeth, then Bruce lowered himself to kiss him on the lips. The two intertwined their tongues, with Ravyn's palate smelling of shit and semen, and having an intense, spicy taste that was much appreciated by the kitty. "I mean!" Shouted the stallion suddenly. "No one to take care of their mouths? Come on! You'll have plenty of time to rest!"
It had been four hours since Ravyn had been lying on the mattress for the first time. Four hours condensed into pain, semen, and lust. The general ousted the baroness from his cock and left her on the couch with her legs in the air and trembling. "Oh ... what a bastard ... you make me so horny!" She shouted at him as the bear rose with an exceptional leap.
The general looked at her. "Oh, come on, Baroness...you're insatiable, I've been fucking you for at least an hour...have some pity on me..." And he snickered, then turned to the other guests who had not yet participated in the orgy. "Come on, don't be shy!" 
They were three brothers, about the same height; they had attended only one other party of the duke's before the one with Ravyn. Two had brown hair; one of them wore his hair long and curly down to his shoulders. The third had blond hair, tending to coppery. The latter was the eldest, the one who most often took the lead. "You're right, General -- we've waited until now, but I must admit that I have a great desire to fuck those two beautiful children."
The bear smiled back at him. "Of course, of course. Don't play coy, come on, come with me, I'm sure I can teach you a thing or two! I, for instance, really need to take a good dump, all that meat and champagne will have to come out somehow!" And the behemoth started toward the mattress, massaging his big stomach and laughing his head off, followed by the three hounds.
The stallion greeted them with great joy. "Come, come and enjoy these two beautiful bitches!" He said and hooked his nephew's hips, saw his beautiful buttocks contract every time he penetrated him. He noticed with pleasure how his immense cock lubricated with the vaginal juices, that big cock that was wider than kitty's thigh. "Oh gee, Bruce...you can take two cocks at once, you really are a wonder!" 
"Ah...thank you, Uncle..." Kitty replied, and that tone of his voice turned out to be so horny that the stud took to fucking him wildly. He penetrated him to the point of inserting his whole cock, until he pushed his cervix against his internal organs, with his groin producing a great thud whenever it impacted against his buttocks. "Oh yes ... oh, you give me a lot of pleasure, little darling ... you're my favorite nephew!"
"AH! AH! AH! YOU HURT ME! AHH!" 
The general intervened to shut the pussycat up. "Shut up, you little bitch, although your cries, I must admit, make me pretty horny." The bear sat on Ravyn's mouth, covering his face and crushing it with his devastating bulk. "Oh Ravyn, your face is really comfortable!" He rubbed his face with quick hip movements. The little dragon felt his rough, hairy anus rubbing under his lips. Sitting comfortably, the bear took Bruce's face and brought it close to his cock still wet from the baroness's juices. "Come on, suck it and shut up, you little slut!" He forced open his jaws, baby teeth trying to bite his fingers. He slapped his cock in his mouth with a great rush. "Oh ... yes, cats' tongues are so rough and yummy!" He exclaimed, sliding the glans down to the epiglottis. "Oh yes, suck it, suck it all, lick, lick, you dirty whore!" A growl rose from his stomach, a kind of mumbling. "Oh, now I really have to shit...get ready, Ravyn, a big load of shit is coming!"
And indeed, the bear's anus began to expand like a lung, a great roaring, acidic fart came out and flowed down the little one's throat, inflaming it further. Unable to cough or break free, he had to hold it in as it ripped through his lungs. "Oh ... yes, I'm really draining myself good!" The bear proceeded merrily, rubbing his buttocks on the infant's face, enjoying the relief of his lips and the gagball against his sensitive anus. Then, just as if that hole were a runway, out came a great fecal missile, a perfectly intact and polished cylindrical beam, permeated with a hellish stench. The block descended from the colon, projected into the rectum and finally came out, resting on Ravyn's outstretched tongue, invading the palate with all its bulk. The shit giant wedged itself into the esophagus, straight and imposing, without bending a single millimeter. "OH! OHHH!" The bear sent out a great satisfied groan, feeling that beautiful boulder of feces coming out of his ass. "That's it, Ravyn...swallow it all, be a good little dragon, come on! Yes ... I'll shit it all in your mouth!"
The duke admired the arrival of that brown top hat, looking at it with sparkling eyes. "Good job, general, really a textbook shit!" 
"Thank you, duke...this little bitch deserves only the best...and you Bruce, use that tongue, I want it around the glans...ah yes, like this..."
Little Bruce held the bear's giant cock inside his little mouth, managed to take half of it, felt it as it pumped and throbbed in his throat, stubby and relentless. As the boulder of shit was lodged in Ravyn's esophagus, and an excruciating sense of suffocation ravaged him, the feces released a thick, bitter bile, which enveloped his entire tongue and gums, impregnating them with more nauseating stench. "Agh! UGH! AGH!" He exhaled pathetic gasps, with the cylinder that pushed at the speed of a missile had plunged to the mouth of his stomach, impaling him there on the mattress, with an edge of that rock made of shit poking out of his beautiful lips. As if that wasn't enough, Duke's cock was pounding his pussy with beastly strokes. The cock was going in and out, rubbing against Bruce's little phallus, straining the vaginal walls, pressing them outward and giving them as much enjoyment as it was soreness. The walls themselves, by the regenerative factor, were trying to tighten, and the coupling of the two cocks, in retaliation, kept dilating them. "Oh yes, it's all out now!" Announced the bear suddenly, giving one last backside rub on Ravyn's face, just to give him further discomfort and torment. He rose slowly, slipping his cock out of Bruce's mouth and giving way to the three hounds. "Guys...I'm in the mood for a good anus, if I'm really being honest, so I'll leave the prestige of fucking the little dragon's mouth to you!" The three dogs nodded, rubbing their hands and lapping their lips, eager to begin. "Duke, please, give me some space...gee, I haven't seen Bruce's ass in a whole month!" The bear spoke reaching to the duke's right side, backed him up, and stood observing the kitty's ass. "Oh, what a beautiful buttocks..." He bit his lip, watching the two cocks penetrating Ravyn. "Damn, that pussy is so wet, it looks great..."
The duke nodded with a big toothy grin. "It is, general-it's tight as hell! You have tried the rectum, if I am not mistaken!"
"Oh, you are not wrong at all...I tried that beautiful little hole and it was wonderful! Sensational to say the least...but it looks like Bruce can give me good thrills, too...oh" The general interrupted himself, with another mumble rising from his stomach. "Looks like I've got more shit in me, I'd really like to shit it up Bruce's ass, what do you say duke?"
The stallion seemed delighted by the idea. "That sounds like a great idea! Just a minute--just give me time to fuck this pretty pussy a little better! Geez, it keeps clenching-it's the most stubborn vagina I've ever raped!"
Meanwhile, the three hounds attempted the impossible, sticking their respective cocks all together inside Ravyn's mouth. Three canine, pastel-pink phalluses, with swollen, pulsating glands, entered between the lips and then penetrated a few inches at a time, forcing their way into the space, forcing the fecal missile stuck in his throat to proceed to his stomach. They gritted their teeth, the three brothers, trying to make enough space for each other, their size forcing them to shoulder and press against each other. But they would have done this and more in order to fuck that tender little dragon's mouth. The duke sent a deep groan; Ravyn's vaginal walls had suddenly sent a devastating jolt that had imprisoned the stallion's cock and Bruce's. The inexperienced boy could not hold back his orgasm, and the point of no return came for him. White hot gushes spurted from his cock that were lost in the chasm already full from the previously spilled semen, while the duke managed to save himself by pulling out his phallus at the last second, when the orgasm was just around the corner and already stinging the tip of his glans with that tingling sensation he knew so well. He pulled out his meaty mace, panting, blinking hard, rested a hand on the general's shoulder for support. "Wow...wow..." Meanwhile, Bruce groaned. "AH! AH!" He was sending out high-pitched, soft cries, his tiny body shaking continuously, stiffening and contracting in a steady rhythm.
The duke shook his head as he stroked one of the drake's thighs. "Oh Ravyn ... no, no ... you won't get me so easily ... you'll have to work harder if you want me to cum ..."
The general gave him an oblique look. "The boy is good, huh?"
"Yeah, very good...really a great little slut...he looks like he was born specifically to take cock nonstop...he's a tireless beast!"
And in the meantime he said this, the three hounds managed to create a path in that block of shit and plunge inside the esophagus, which was hot and stinky, nevertheless very enjoyable. The three brothers were paralyzed by such enjoyment, unable to murmur anything but unintelligible verses and words. 
"Stop! Stop! I certainly don't want to spoil the party!" The general raised his tone of voice to be heard. "Does anyone like me need to take a dump? Hm?" He asked, turning to all the guests. The lion raised his hand. "Me, general, all this meat and champagne is kicking in."
"Great, come here, I've got a great idea!" And so Ravyn and Bruce were separated from each other and placed on all fours, their faces mirrored. With those two fine asses ready to take cocks, the guests began to grow anxious, but the general begged them to be patient. He and the lion took their places behind Bruce and behind Ravyn respectively, resting their asses on those of the infants, matching anuses. The duke watched, enraptured by the general's brilliance, never speaking, only nodding with complicity.
"Well, general-I am ready!" Exclaimed the lion, rubbing himself against Ravyn's buttocks.
"Me too...oh fuck!" Another cavernous mumble rose from his belly, which began to vibrate. "Come on!" He announced, and two powerful farts were heard, which were followed by two fecal missiles, launched as if it were an Olympic sport, into the rectums of the two young boys. The shit boulders penetrated, well oiled thanks to the semen and saliva that the duke, the hounds and the general had made sure abounded. The two indissoluble and unrelenting logs went up the rectum and colon, then all the organs, making their way through cramps and excruciating pain. The duke occupied himself with holding the two maidens still and forcibly kissing them. So Ravyn, still blindfolded and gripped by hellish burning, set about kissing Bruce on the lips and exchanging with him his own fetid breath in which an acrid stench of semen, shit and piss had formed beautifully, thanks to the union of those toxic secretions. "That's right, children, kiss each other ... just kiss each other!" Exclaimed the duke, who at one point wanted to join in. He kissed first Ravyn, on his soft childish lips, then Bruce, his sweet grandson whom he loved as much as the art of rape, then immensely. "Oh ... you are so good ... yes!" He intertwined his tongue with theirs, which were small and moist. Then the missiles reached the stomach, went up the esophagus and found themselves stationed in their mouths, like parasites trying to get out any way they could, even at the cost of killing their bearer. "Now, exchange some shit, sweethearts..." The duke said to them, retreating a little to allow them some privacy. Ravyn found himself kissing little Bruce's shit-stained lips. He breathed down his throat, they passed shreds of shit to each other as the two fecal cylinders, joining together, created a bridge of shit between their mouths. "Perfect! Perfect!" The general stood clapping his hands in excitement. "Fantastic, nothing short of fantastic...look at this engineering masterpiece! Come on, can't you see all those beautiful holes?" He asked, turning to the others. "I, if you please, will take Ravyn's pussy!" He exclaimed and immediately made to position himself under the child. One of the hounds chose the anus, another went behind Bruce to hunt for his pussy, the duke gladly lent himself to fuck his nephew's ass. The lion and the last hound of the three jerked off near the children's faces, enjoying the exchange of shit that took place beautifully between their little mouths. It was a spectacle bordering on the surreal. The mole baron, captivated by the scene and being a great lover of photography, ran to get his camera and captured a sensational shot that portrayed the scene perfectly. 
The general was dismayed at how tight Ravyn's pussy still was. He fucked the baby by pushing hard on the accelerator, pounding his vagina with his huge, hard cock. He did not slow down for a single moment, his glans, equipped with thorns like the cock of every canid, clawed at the sweet little dragon boy's vagina, opening large gashes in the skin, and binding to it with maniacal efficiency. Keeping it tightly clamped, the bear took to stuffing that pretty, wet pussy, expanding it by dint of thrusts, to the point that the bones sent a breaking moan, and several of Ravyn's muscles ended up tearing. Fucked with such vehemence, the babe traveled from one state of unconsciousness to the next, remaining in devastating limbo as his body was trounced to death. The bear orgasmed after just a few minutes of intense thrusting, did so by sinking into his cervix up to his stomach, and releasing a tsunami of scorching semen that seemed to have no end. An intense white jet streamed out of his urethra, mixing with what was already there, dyeing every inch of the inner walls, making it all the more sticky. He landed hard punches to his kidneys as he groaned. "Oh Ravy...you made me cum immediately...you are unbelievable, I will never finish repeating that!" And he began fucking him again, not letting the fact that he had just orgasmed stop him, his dick remained hard and stubby, and he continued to piston the dripping pussy. The hound who was fucking Ravyn's ass was totally enraptured. He lay weight down on the boy, nibbled on his neck, sinking the tips of his sharp teeth, and with his hands went over his shoulders and turgid nipples, enjoying their texture. He licked sweat and inhaled pheromones as he penetrated all the way to the bottom of his rectum, which had opened wide like a hangar, but which was already beginning to close again, squeezing the canine cock in a deadly grip. Granting little Ravyn no mercy, the lion knelt beside him and slipped his hand underneath between the bear's belly and the baby's groin, so that he was able to grab hold of his little cock and masturbate it. "Oh little darling, you don't know how much I envy you..." He told him, showing off the beautiful sharp teeth.
For Bruce, things were not much different. With the bitter taste of shit in his mouth, and his tummy that had tripled in weight and size, his ass and pussy were being savagely fucked by his uncle and the other hound. The two behemoths, one under the pussy and the other standing, the latter being the duke, were not sparing a single ounce of energy, proceeding like horny trains, extracting the maximum possible and imaginable enjoyment from those holes. Their beams of flesh hammered the walls, which, deprived of Ravyn's regenerating factor, merely widened and filled with cuts and wounds that would never heal except in months at a time. The little kitty squirmed like a rag doll, while Ravyn was able to take that abuse much better, although he was suffering immensely inside. Bruce was not at his level, yet it was, for the duke and the hound, a great pleasure to fuck him mercilessly. The dog orgasmed first, buckled into the cat's pussy with the knot and stuck to him, pouring as much cum into him as he could. He gave just a few more thrusts, just for the sake of expelling even the last drops. It was a dizzying paroxysm of the senses, to say the least. The tunnel was tight, of an equally small and delicate infant, and the pressure exerted on the glans was immense. He cum with pleasure, licking the baby's silky fur and squeezing his hard, pinkish nipples. The duke proved to be a real sex machine, his cock proceeding at a rapid pace like a hydraulic press, plunging down, stubby and raw, into the infant's rectum. "Oh my little nephew...you are adorable...you are a lovely little slut to say the least!" He told him, as he held him to him by the hips. The baby could not speak, with Ravyn's shit and tongue occupying his mouth without allowing air to pass through. Tears gushed copiously from his half-closed eyes and nostrils. The puppy felt the canine semen invading his vagina, it was warm and plentiful, he had the impression of feeling it on his tongue, mixed with all the other flavors. He became heavier and his tummy grew still. Uncle, the big stud, began to caress the sweaty hollow of his back, and went slowly up his spine, going from vertebral lump to vertebral lump, down to his neck. There he intensified the squeeze, felt the child's head bend under his own dominance. "Oh, your mommy will be so happy to hear how I've treated you, Bruce-you're going to spend another few months here, that's for sure, and we're going to have a great time-really a great time!" He fucked him like he was a brothel whore without dignity. He ignored her aching gasps and tears, and in fact only derived more pleasure from them. She loved to see that vulnerable and lovable innocent child being penetrated by his gargantuan cock, so big it made his limbs ridiculous in terms of girth and sturdiness. He adored feeling his anal juices lapping at his glans and shaft, with the intent of a warm embrace that meant only one thing: Uncle, keep going, keep fucking me like this! Harder, indeed ... harder!
The duke sped up, as if he could hear those words, as if connected to the child through a special telepathy. His hip strokes became more devastating, sinking until he was rubbing his groin on the lean, firm buttocks. He could see them vibrating and contracting and became more and more aroused as he did so.
"Ah, yes, yes, Bruce ... good, keep tightening the butt ... resist me!" 
Meanwhile, Ravyn and Bruce were boldly continuing the exchange of shit, passing pieces of it to each other with their tongues, igniting each other's palates with ever larger and more pasty shreds. They chewed and swallowed them, gulping with enormous effort and yet never stopping. They were pushed against each other by their respective rapists, often being forced to kiss to avoid hitting each other, other times trying to evade and comically ending up bumping their noses or lips. The general cummed a second time inside Ravyn and exclaimed, as he was prey to worrying gasps, "I wonder if this little slut can get pregnant...then it would be a mess to figure out who the father is!" And he exploded into a great roaring laugh, made from the chest. He stayed inside the baby just to enjoy the regeneration of tissue and the renewed pressure of the walls. "Oh, this bitch is relentless!" He began to slowly retract, sliding to the side. "Gee, maybe even I'm too old for this!"
The lieutenant, the veteran wolf who sat in an armchair guzzling entire bottles of champagne, was relieved to hear that sentence, especially after falling into a state of depression during all that time. Perhaps sensing that renewal of breasts and self-discovery occurred in the lieutenant, Mrs. Grayson who was not allowed to participate in the infant's tasting, approached the wolf lewdly and exposing to him clearly her intentions, whispering in his ears. "Oh lieutenant...I'm so horny...and yet no one here gives me what I want...I mean, I understand that I'm not worthy of even looking at Ravyn from a distance, but at least you, I'd like you to give me some satisfaction..." She spoke in that low, sweet tone that would make anyone horny, with the words flowing candidly from her swollen, excited lips. "I mean, for me it would be an honor to ... here, to have you inside me and ..." But the lieutenant did not give her time to finish her sentence; he grabbed her by the neck, drew her to him and kissed her, sticking his tongue down her throat; meanwhile, he ran a creeping hand down to her groin, starting from her belly, and dipped two fingers into what was indeed an incredibly wet pussy. Without further ado, the wolf grabbed her by force and threw her down on all fours on the couch, getting up at the same time. He stood behind her and began drilling into her vagina with no limit on speed or power, tearing her there on the spot. She took to screaming and moaning, her big tits vibrating with each stroke. She bit down on a pillow as hard as she could to stifle the gasps. As expected, thanks to Ravyn's shrinking skills, the general and the hound who had been in charge of fucking him were the first to cum. The duke was the last, he held on to his sweet Bruce and penetrated him until his organs tipped over in his tummy, and only after everyone else was finished did he decide to empty himself, which happened a full six hours after Ravyn was positioned on the mattress. The session with Bruce lasted a full hour, in which everyone was able to admire the performance capabilities of the duke, namely how his obvious musculature tensed, with bundles emerging under the skin with every movement, and with that gigantic cock of his that never went limp but on the contrary always remained hard and wet. With a contraption of those proportions, a little more than half a meter of equine phallus, the stallion impaled the little puss from behind, lifted him into the air like a flag, and exhaling a moan under his breath, experienced his first orgasm of the evening. It was overwhelming, to say the least, an intense, almost dizzying burning erupted at the tip of his glans from which traveled whole streams of thick, almost gelatinous semen that filled the infant's rectum, his dearest nephew's rectum, well beyond the brim. Like a flooding river overflowing from its normal flow and overflowing its banks, the semen took to sliding out of the anus in fearfully abundant rivulets, hinting at how much the entire rectal canal had been stuffed to the millimeter. The duke was simply beastly and irrepressible, staying inside the child for about half a minute, time in which he had time to enjoy the spillage of all that whitish nectar. All those present, as if they needed further confirmation that the duke was rightfully one of the best rapists on the planet, a rising star of pedophilia as an art in the service of pleasure, focused on him, stared at him, looking for in his movements, in his body, in his phallus, what they could never have, that is, the psychophysical peak with which he was endowed. Whether it was a factor related to genetics or hard work, or a combination of both, it mattered little, fact was that the stallion had given yet another indisputable demonstration of how great he was. He had raped that pussycat with such fury that he had passed out, and had stuffed him until he was a cream-filled mess, ready to be served. "OHHH! OHHH, Yes!" The duke spread himself on his grandson, stayed on him for a while, recovering slowly, reaching a hand forward to caress Ravyn's little face. "Don't worry, little slut, I'll come to you soon, too-just give me a few minutes!" He said, turning to the little dragon.
But Ravyn, who was overwrought, was unable to respond and merely gasped, causing a chocolatey liquid, some white and some brown, to spill from his tender throat. "I have to do... I have to do..." Suddenly he managed to formulate a few words, albeit with extreme and obvious difficulty. "Poop...I have to...do...poop..." And to reinforce these words, a grumbling languor rose from his stuffed tummy. 
The general sensed instantly. "Oh, it looks like little Ravyn needs to empty out a little too! Well, Bruce seems like a perfect toilet for the eventuality, what do you think, duke?"
The stallion pursed his lips and nodded. "Sounds like a good idea to me, you general, you're a real bright bear."
"Yeah, and to think that we're usually seen as mere mindless rapists!" And with that irony in the background, all the guests laughed, even Mrs. Grayson, busy at that moment straddling the lieutenant by slamming her own boobs into his snout. 
"Well, then we can proceed." The duke did not part with Bruce, but gave the order to the general to deal with Ravyn, this while the three hounds, young scions of a prestigious lineage, caught their breath, consumed with enjoyment and still too stunned to proceed. "Oh, boys, boys..." Said the general to them, preparing to turn the dragnet around. "Don't beat yourselves up, I said a lot of nonsense when we started, but these two kids are tough stuff, for seasoned professionals, and so it's normal that you had so much difficulty...take your time!"
Ravyn was lifted off the ground, many different fluids oozing from his orifices, all mixed together. Little Bruce was laid on his stomach and the little dragon was placed astride him. In that seated position, Ravyn's heels pressed against his buttocks, sinking lightly into the flesh but emphasizing the succulence of his little ass. With his anal orifice lying just above Bruce's lips, Ravyn felt a great roar in his stomach, first a burning languor that followed in a real sense of sidereal emptiness that ended in an incessant mumbling. "Oh, sweetheart..." The general squeezed his thin neck with a paw. "You've got some shit for dear Bruce, huh? It would be a shame to waste the piss, too, though, wouldn't it? Duke, call the butlers, have them bring me two tubes, please!"
The duke raised an eyebrow, having already guessed the ultimate purpose of that request. "General, you always manage to surprise me in a positive way-I admit I envy your brilliance in these contexts."
The bear nodded. "Oh, duke, save that flattery for when we return to fuck these maidens, there I give my best, although these two little bitches proved to be a great challenge."
The stallion beckoned the hyena to approach, when he was beside him he informed him to go to the butlers to pick up the two tubes. "Plastic, mind you-we don't want steel here." Concluded the duke and the hyena nodded reverently. He returned a short time later, meanwhile Ravyn had whitened, his bluish face had paled, tinged with an ashen tinge that made him resemble someone traumatized in the aftermath of a great fright. He was shaken by the pain and that terrifying situation, although that was not the main reason for that whitening. He actually felt an urgent need to shit, and stomach cramps gripped him mercilessly. "Hold on ... hold on or I'll kill you." The general whispered to him, whenever the little guy seemed to be on the verge of giving in and emptying his bowels. Bruce waited, gurgling something, with pebble-sized chunks of shit escaping his lips, resembling boats on a river, the latter of which was obviously semen. The duke did not cease to stay inside his little ass, occasionally giving a few thrusts to keep the kitty from relaxing completely. "I want you awake, nephew." He told him, in a caring tone. To those present, that love from the duke for the kitty was cause for commotion. "You, duke, are truly one of the purest and kindest souls in this world!" Was the expression used by the fox baroness to describe him, and the others joined her, each trying to add a few words that might express their admiration for the stallion. The butlers came quickly with two meter-long tubes. The general took them and worked quickly because Ravyn could not hold on much longer. 
"You know, Bruce, shit that stays in the colon for a little longer than expected begins to stagnate and achieves unparalleled flavor nuances! You're excited about it, aren't you?" The duke looked at his nephew's face peeking out just below Ravyn's beautiful half-moon buttocks. The kitty moved his head to nod. 
"Excellent, excellent ... very good, my dear Bruce ... your little brothers have never been so happy to help their uncle, but you, you are behaving magnificently ... oh!" The duke gasped, became all a big shudder. "OH, the shit you are about to taste will be so bitter and delicious! I want you to eat all of it, understand? Ravyn, don't disappoint me, please, take a big shit, do it for Bruce...you can become great friends after all."
In the meantime, the general had connected the two tubes to the urethra ends of Ravyn's glans and pussy, and stuck the other two hems into Bruce's mouth. "There, now nothing will go to waste!" He exclaimed, overjoyed at having succeeded in his idea. "Now, Ravyn...you can empty...go, sweetheart." And as he said this, he positioned himself in front of his face, caressed one cheek and took his cock in his hand, which was already hard again, although he had orgasmed twice in a row a few minutes earlier. "Damn, this pretty face of yours makes me horny as hell."
Ravyn cried, the blindfold he held over his eyes had all soaked into the front side, the side that adhered to his eyes. He parted his lips, by instinct, having already guessed what to do. By now his every movement, his every initiative, had been conditioned by those hours spent on the mattress in which he had played the role of a mere sex doll. So, as he gasped from the hardness of the feces that ran through his rectum, he felt the tip of the general's glans, which he did not know was his since he had never yet seen it clearly, but he made it accommodate him inside his own mouth anyway. Thus a cylindrical beam of shit came out of his anus, imposing, and culminated in the kitty's palate. Bruce closed his eyes because a beastly stench coming from the little dragon's anus made them irritated. The stubby chunk of clumped feces, an agglomeration of bacteria and nauseating fluids, crashed down his throat, mixing with the clear semen, creating a bitter, pungent mix that radiated down his entire esophagus, eventually choking him. At the same time, two yellowish streams gushed through the tubes, bursting out of the urethras and culminating along with the shit inside Bruce's mouth. That ochre-yellow stream was evident, resembling liquid gold. It smeared the palate, the gums and enveloped the fecal block, descending to the mouth of the stomach. "Good Bruce...swallow...swallow it all!" The duke said to him, stroking his neck with his fingers, keeping his fingertips resting over the skin at neck level to feel the lump of fluids descending down, relentless. Kitty's throat doubled in size, as if stung by a wasp. "Eat, honey, chew and drink it all!" The duke resumed fucking his ass, slowly. The general had stuffed half his cock into Ravyn's mouth, still full of shit and cum. "Oh yes, you're such good kids ... really good ..." He continued, deeper, to the epiglottis. "Ohh there you go! Oh, you have an endless throat, Ravyn!" The little drake cried nonstop, experiencing both pleasure and pain together, in a devastating and ecstatic combination. The pleasure due to the emptying of his bowels translated into enjoyment; in contrast, the bear's cock throbbing in his throat was only cause for suffering. The piss continued to flow in copious jets, carried the block of shit downward, accompanying it as one does an illustrious guest who is incapable of directing himself to the correct destination. Bruce suffered terribly, the congestive gags assaulting him, preventing him from breathing, this while his uncle's cock continued to drill into his dilated rectum. It was a hell of the senses, in which Bruce eventually lost consciousness after a slow agony that kept him awake until the last possible second so as not to guarantee him a too easy time.
"Ravyn dear..." The bear suddenly began to say, groaning. "Life is like a chessboard, made of black and white squares..." Another gasp interrupted him, Ravyn's throat tightened on his cock. The walls were soft and warm beyond belief. "We walk this chessboard with the knowledge that we can leap from one square to the next...but the black ones mean the abyss, suffering, while the white ones mean ecstasy...one must be careful to walk between them, on the edges that divide them, without getting too caught up in them...that's what we're doing with you, sweetie...we're giving you pleasure and suffering to make you a better being...a being as close to perfection as possible!" 
Hearing that philosophical outburst, Ravyn came out even more stunned and confused. Not only did he not understand a single word, but he felt the bear's cock get even harder inside him, as if uttering that sentence had provoked him. In reality, the bear had uttered those words to inject some ego inside his chest, and knowing that it would make him hornier, he did not hesitate for even a second. Finally, after minutes of intense work, Ravyn was able to empty himself completely. Bruce was unconscious and his hot little body appeared ravaged and stuffed to the brim, his tummy giving the impression that it was about to implode from the inside because of all that mass of shit and piss that had accumulated there. The bear sent a long moan and cummed down the drake's throat, cleaned himself with his tongue, slowly, in no hurry. The duke cummed for the second time in Bruce's rectum, he too followed to clean himself with Ravyn's mouth. The general gave way to him, so that the stallion could wipe his glans, which was still spurting cum, with the dragonet's tender tongue, which seemed perfect for the purpose. 
Both babies emerged annihilated and distraught. They lay on the mattress, breathing hard, unable to understand and analyze the situation. The general and the duke, panting, went to sit down to regain their strength; the other guests greeted them with a general ovation. "It seems that at the next report cards, you, general, are the one most likely to win!" Announced the lion, referring to the report card that was drawn up each year to evaluate the ability in the individual in dealing with the infants. 
"Oh, please ... I certainly don't aim for the report card, but rather to have as much fun as possible!" Replied the general, refreshing his parched mouth with champagne. The duke, with every portentous muscle in his body drenched in sweat, could not help but admit inwardly that the general had shown great inventiveness. "I would like us all to give a round of applause for the general." He suggested with stoic confidence in his voice. Everyone knew how much the duke cared about being the best at every rape session, but they considered that veiled show of respect for an adversary as noble a living being could ever aspire to do. Thus began a great applause that the general greeted with bows and a hand on his chest. "Thank you, thank you." He said and started talking to the lion about geopolitics, as if they were sitting at an intellectual salon. 
The most anticipated moment for many had come, the duke knew, and he decided not to wait any longer. He took just enough time to munch on a few carrots and drink a glass of champagne before going to the ferals. He found them excited, foaming at the mouth. Those wagged their tails briskly when the stallion approached them. He gave them a sniff of Ravyn's gagball, slipped from him a short time before. The object was impregnated with the infant's saliva, it was thick with childlike pheromones, and sniffing them triggered in the creatures a renewed sexual appetite. Their cocks popped out of their foreskins, like so many swords ready to plunge into the enemy's flesh. Their eyes became spirited, their bulbs about to burst out of their sockets. Their muscles flexed, ready to execute any command, and finally from their jaws came yelps and barks that highlighted their impelling desire to be released. The duke stroked them, made them lick the gagball. Then he put the latter back on Ravyn, moved a headset to him only to say, "Now, honey, you don't think the fun ends here?" The stallion laughed a mocking, devilish laugh, turning back to the ferals. There were three of them: an adult tiger with beautiful orange and white fur, with a frighteningly large and menacing jaw, from which sprouted sharp yellowish canines; between his muscular thighs dangled a respectable feline cock, with the glans studded with spikes ready to claw inside Ravyn's walls. Then there was a wolf with fur as black as oblivion; he had two amber eyes, a fine muzzle, and an elongated, athletic body, as agile as it was efficient; between his outstretched paws ready to snap stood a fine canine cock, with glans and shaft pinked out from the foreskin; finally, there was a dog, a tall, slender Great Dane, also completely black; he was the duke's bloodhound, his name was Ivan the Terrible Thirty-Second, the direct descendant of Ivan the Terrible First, Tsar Nicholas' dog, considered a direct enemy of the people who was executed during the October Revolution in Red Square. The duke freed them one by one, patting them on the head. "Go, my puppies, and have fun!"
As soon as he had unfastened the collars from the chains with which they were tied to the wall, the three behemoths launched themselves onto the mattress without a moment's hesitation. Buoyant, they flew toward Ravyn and Bruce with athletic leaps, to say the least, and soon found themselves beside the two infants. They took to sniffing them greedily: first their butts, stuffed with semen and shit, then their sweat-covered necks, and finally their genitals from which dripped blood and seminal fluids in abundance. They licked their tender infant skin, making their engorged tongues travel to the most recessed and pheromone-rich nooks and crannies, then each found his own position and fell on one of the boys as they had arranged it beforehand. The duke went to sit with the others to enjoy the scene, making a few comments, pointing out the scenes that were most intense for him. The guests all took their seats, not stopping touching themselves and each other, even letting a few blowjobs escape, as in the case of the baroness, who took to sucking the lieutenant and the lion, holding them one to the right and one to the left, switching from the former to the latter and back again. Mrs. Grayson returned to riding the general, switching from his cock to the hyena's, hard as a beam and ready to fuck her pussy. This was while the first scenes of a sensational show were being painted on the mattress. 
Chapter 4
The tiger and the wolf, having a more adept sense of smell, quickly understood how Ravyn was a superior specimen who could give them more intense emotions. The Great Dane, on the other hand, seeing the two colleagues heading for the little dragon, opted for the kitten so he could enjoy it all to himself. The tiger was captivated, to say the least, by Ravyn's pussy, saw in that tiny, tight orifice the doors to a feline paradise, and decided to pounce on it without more hesitation than necessary. First he gave a few licks with which he collected vaginal juices and semen in large quantities, spicy and tasty liquids that flared in his palate, further horny him. He sent out a booming, terrifying growl, turned the baby on all fours, and stood behind him. He lifted his front paws and sank them on his back, between his shoulder blades and hind deltoids, pinning him to the ground to keep him still. With outstretched muzzle he nuzzled his neck, sniffed the infantile pheromones, gave a nibble on the soft, sweaty flesh.
 Ravyn shivered, feeling the bulk of the giant creature behind him. He felt its enormous weight on top of his muscles, where excruciating cramps started, then smelled the stench produced by the creature's breath that smelled of putrescent death, felt revulsion and fear at the same time, a mix of sensations that were as conflicting as they were uniting. Unable to see which creature was riding him, he could only hear its bestial growls and feel the heat emanating from its manly musculature. With the gagball in his mouth from which dripped copious whitish-brown saliva, the little one merely gasped as the regenerative factor in full motion condemned him to another round of abuse and torture. The inner walls of his rectum and pussy had healed, as had those of his throat, although the sense of fullness and bitterness were still overpoweringly present. Certainly he was annihilated in spirit, with his childhood that would never continue as that of a normal child. He heard the laughter and comments of the guests of whom he retained only a blurred image, that of when he had first seen them enter. Since then he had perceived so many smells, so many languages, so many tastes and so many bumps that he had lost all concept of space and time. Only the pain had remained constant, from beginning to end, with momentary peaks of intensity, together combined with a sense of inner emptiness that Ravyn could not know was discomfort and depression. He began to cry again when he thought he couldn't do it anymore. It was as if he had run out of water in his eyes, or at least that had been the impression, before that sensation so common to him, that is, a crescendo of suffering returned to culminate in renewed and even more vigorous crying than before. The tiger took the proper position, twisting his rear so as to create a curve with his loins, his phallus was harder than ever, within it pumping blood relentlessly that filled the capillaries and veins, giving the spongy structures of the shaft and glans an ever constant hardness. With that beam of flesh, the behemoth did not struggle to find the orifice, rubbed with the tip of the chapel between the thin labia, swiped at the little dragonet's swollen clitoris and finally centered the vagina, that dark and delicious little hole bathed in juices. The dragnet jerked forward, as if shaken by an earthquake, it was crushed with even more vehemence than before. The feline allowed him no breath and drilled his pussy with a glans full of spikes, tearing at the walls, committing cuts along the edges and harpooning at the soft, succulent cervix. With rapid hip movements that followed a wild, syncopated rhythm, the tiger took to fucking the infant, dilating her vagina stroke by stroke. At the same instant, the wolf went in front of Ravyn, with a bite pulled the gagball out of his mouth so he could secure a little hole. He licked his lips, then raised himself up on his hind legs and rested the others beside the tiger's. The wolf's cock was long and tight, rubbed against his nose, then against his lips and chin, until he found the entrance, when Ravyn opened his mouth to cry out the glans slid into his palate, instantly choking him and muffling his every attempt to squeal and express his distress. With the wolf and the tiger ravaging him from both sides, penetrating him thoroughly without any qualms, Ravyn again experienced that relentless and terrifying sense of oppression. This, while the Duke and others amused themselves by pointing at him and placing bets on who would break first.
"I..." Said the general, laughing. "I think your Great Dane, Ivan, will be the first to give way...I mean, how can he compete against a wolf and a tiger of such splendor!"
"Tell me..." The baroness intervened, momentarily removing the duke's cock from her mouth, which she wiped with the back of her hand. "Those two specimens-they're new, aren't they?"
The duke pushed her head down on his cock to plug her mouth and replied, "Yes, they are chosen breeds, born and bred to rape and violate infants...they are the consequence of careful selection that has lasted for more than a century. My grandfather was the first to start and now I carry on his magnificent project. As for Ivan, General, he is a special bloodhound and you know it well, or perhaps you forget what he was able to do last time?"
They talked happily as Ravyn was raped and sperm and saliva gushed from his orifices. The tiger had penetrated him with such force that it had impaled him, had turned him into a living condom, with the dragon's little body that could little compete with the creature's gargantuan cock. The glans pushed relentlessly against the cervix, reached the bottom with ridiculous ease and sank to the intestines, causing cramps and twinges in frightening quantities. The wolf, with his staff longer than a human arm but narrow enough to be able to nestle into the smallest orifices, succeeded splendidly in his task, and that was to be able to touch the mouth of the stomach with each lunge, with the relief of that basilisk of flesh emerging from the neck of the little dragonet. Ravyn was choking, unable to get air into his mouth with that giant lump of flesh preventing him so effectively. He pissed himself, although he had emptied his bladder just before inside Bruce's throat, because the fright had become too intense and his rational system had ended up collapsing. Speaking of Bruce, he had been minutely analyzed by Ivan the Terrible Thirty-second, the duke's Great Dane. The bloodhound had smelled every nook and cranny of the kitten shivering with cold and pain. He was particularly fascinated by the orifices between the buttocks, with that rectum and vagina oozing nonstop juices, as if impatiently waiting for something to fill them further. So, aiming right at the anus that appeared to be caved in, with its deformed ends reddened from countless irritations, the Great Dane pounced with brutal vehemence, armed with his canine, pinkish cock. The glans slid between the edges with great ease, encountering its first difficulties only after several inches into the rectum, in a part that still persisted in being as tight as possible. Panting and yowling, Ivan took to fucking Bruce with his hips going back and forth, ever more harmoniously, until he found the perfect rhythm for pounding the infant's little ass. He reached a point where Ivan's groin slammed against his buttocks, causing them to vibrate. Bruce took to screaming with those high-pitched, childish gasps of his, his face streaked with childish tears. He held out a hand toward his uncle, as if seeking help.
"Are you enjoying yourself, nephew?" Asked the duke playfully. "You should know..." He said addressing the other guests. "That Ivan has always been crazy about Bruce...I just never got a chance to get them to play together...instead now, well, now they have all the time they need and I'm certainly not going to be the one to spoil the party!"
An ovation of applause and laughter rose, and everyone worked to fill their glasses with more champagne. They toasted, "To the league of rapists!" They laughed again and drank greedily as the spectacle before them became more and more inflamed as the seconds passed. Ravyn orgasmed. It happened when the tiger and the wolf lashed out in unison with their two portentous cocks. Ravyn's sensory system went haywire; it was as if with that jolt he restarted from scratch. He fainted for a few seconds, feeling himself fall into an intangible void, after which he suddenly awoke feeling one of the most powerful bursts of pleasure of his short and fortunate existence. Out of his ravaged little mouth came a gurgling cry, an explosion of saliva and semen that had accumulated in his stomach, traveled up his esophagus and enveloped the wolf's cock. The walls of his throat also tightened instantly, in a mighty grip, so along with those of his pussy, chaining the two cocks with overwhelming physical pressure. The two behemoths thus found themselves pinned to the baby, began moaning in disbelief. All their vehemence disappeared and they found themselves to be two lost puppies, overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure that this little dragon was unleashing on them. A sea of vaginal juices squirted out of Ravyn's pussy, the tiger felt them all, hot and enjoying, around his cock. The enjoyment felt by Ravyn was shared to the two ferals, causing theirs the same psychophysical reaction, namely a sensational orgasm. Copious gushes of semen gushed from their cocks, the feline's penis anchored to her pussy thanks to the spikes, while the wolf's did so thanks to the knot present on the glans. Joined all three together, they were able to release an almost visible heat, a kind of reddish phosphorescence that rose from their sweaty, panting bodies. The duke and the others fell silent before that scene; the baron did not hesitate to take another photograph with which he was able to capture the essence of that coitus in all its lustful and lascivious magnificence. It lasted a full minute, the time needed to analyze all its facets. In the end, Ravyn turned into a blue balloon filled with semen, while the two feral men in reverse seemed to deflate and lose all animalistic vigor. They, too, could not believe what their instincts dictated, namely, that this little dragon was superior to them in every respect and that they, therefore, were worth far less than they thought in comparison. Even the Great Dane came out surprised and stunned when he heard the pitiful moans emanating from his colleagues. 
Ravyn slumped to the ground, breathing hard, expelling semen from his snatch and mouth. The two ferals remained attached to him, in turn distraught. Both of them, since it was their duty to do so after a great cumshot like that, decided that it would be appropriate and indeed obligatory to piss inside the little one to thank him for that incredible experience. The wolf and the tiger, who thought they would come out victorious from that fuck, convinced that they would trounce the little dragon boy to his death, found themselves instead emptying their bladders inside him, with some embarrassment. The piss was a deep yellow, almost tending to orange, golden in color, squirting out of his urethras at a frightening speed. The acrid, spicy taste of that produced by the wolf ended up bringing down with it the semen stuck in his throat. Ravyn tasted its intense aftertaste as that hot piss flowed down his esophagus like a merry, relentless stream. With the same regularity, the tiger-produced pee streamed into his pussy, filling the last available inches, causing yellow and white drops to squirt out. The cocks pulsed, as if they were breathing, overcoming with great effort the challenge that Ravyn's orifices had offered them. Ivan, the big Great Dane, let go of Bruce after fucking him until he passed out. He waited for the knot inside his rectum to loosen to move away from him and head for Ravyn. He motioned for the tiger to move, the latter went to stand beside the wolf keeping his head down, as if ashamed. That sense of shame the duke and the other guests understood better than anyone else. Every one of them, fucking Ravyn, whether it was his ass, his pussy or his mouth, had had to give in to his skill at some point. That little dragon was capable of setting genitals ablaze like nothing else, and then he was able to draw out the most stunning and powerful orgasm possible. After all, he was the chosen one and nothing else could be expected from him. 




First Ending
The ferals abandoned Bruce agonizingly in a corner. The little kitten appeared distraught, with his dilated and ravaged holes from which dripped all the fluids with which he had been stuffed so far. The baby merely gasped and often collapsed into a state of relentless unconsciousness, whereby he lay and motionless without moving a muscle for entire minutes. Leaving him aside, the three behemoths took turns assaulting Ravyn. They would cum inside him, rest and then begin again, never leaving him too long without a cock inside his body. Ivan, the wolf, and the tiger abused each orifice at least three times each, enjoying smashing into him and making him shrink before attacking again. Their cocks were drained from the dragonet's pussy, rectum and throat. Ravyn managed to hold each of their abuses, but without, as always since the rape had begun, being able to see who his attackers were. He could only hear them, and at one point he was able to identify them by their growls and yelps. Ivan was the wildest of them all. His canine vehemence far exceeded that of his other two companions in intensity and vigor. He came down on Ravyn like a sex-horny fury, showing off his lust, moving that gigantic cock of his with admirable skill. He was a tireless machine, needing the slightest rest and ready to go again almost instantly, stopping only to pant a little and catch his breath. He penetrated the little dragon all the way down, binding himself to him, fucking him in a wild rhythm, feeding on his contractions and moans as a slut in heat. Ravyn acted just like a beautiful cock-loving slut, unclenching her buttocks to accommodate the phallus, or opening the little mouth wide so that the cock could descend as far down him as possible. Whenever he heard Ivan coming, he prepared himself to be mercilessly fucked and to suffer excruciatingly. The sexual slaughter lasted two hours, and in the end, although it pained him to do so, even Ivan succumbed before the lustful perfection of the little dragon. Those holes that the dog struggled so hard to smash inevitably ended up shrinking, and Ravyn, despite passing out most of the time, always managed to come to and squeeze that tight little pussy of hers as if daring his rapists to do more. Furiously, the tiger, who was the largest of the three, approached him, caught him with his front paws and lifted him up, sitting on his buttocks. Ravyn was placed high above the feline's head. The latter opened wide his saliva dripping jaws and let the little one fall into them. Ravyn felt the warm, moist tongue lap against his skin, then a putrescent stench stunned his nostrils, and soon he felt sticky walls clench around his body. The baby slid all the way down his esophagus, with the tiger opening his jaw as wide as possible. The baby's relief appeared below the neck, where thick, white hairs should have concealed the infant's passage. Instead, Ravyn's limbs, feet and legs first, were clearly visible throughout the initial duration of the swallowing. The baby ended up in that dark, maddening tunnel, falling first with his little blue feet, then his calves and thighs followed. The first juicy part was when he came plunging down with his groin. There the cock and pussy were oozing delicious fluids, which dripped down the walls, inflaming the feline's palate. The duke promptly intervened, leapt from the couch and reached for the beast. With one finger he pushed against Ravyn's head to help him submerge. "Go, little darling...go and die...thank you for everything, love, we will carry a special memory of you." He said and those were the last words Ravyn was able to hear vividly. He saw himself forced to lift his arms in the air, taking on the shape of a candle. The feline's tongue sucked greedily from the pussy and rectum as much as it could, savored the nuances as the little dragon descended. It came the turn of the belly, which was swollen beyond belief and turned out to be quite a problem to swallow. But the tiger managed it, risking choking. The duke contributed again, a push from above on the infant's scalp and Ravyn slid down. Past the ribs and belly, it was the turn of the nipples, also savory. Finally it was the turn of the little head, that bluish sphere with those sweet eyes veiled by the gag. To avoid indigestion, the duke managed to subtract the garment at the last moment. For the cock ring and some tight laces around his ankles and wrists there was no time. The rush of swallowing had been too disruptive and unexpected. 
So, finally with nothing to cover his childish eyes, Ravyn suffered the last visible rays of light out of the tiger's mouth for a few moments before the jaws closed with a sharp, flat thud.  The feline emitted sobs, with the child continuing the descent inside the throat. Finally, the tiger merely licked his lips from side to side, tickling his whiskers. He gave a satisfied belch. Ravyn found himself in suffocating darkness. He began to gasp for air. A burning, acidic liquid began to envelop him. It was the preamble to the end, and in death he would have the sole company of the blinding pain he had felt in the previous hours. Only a glimmer of hope appeared to him, in the form of his mother, before oblivion conquered him completely.
The guests let loose in a sympathetic sigh. Then they applauded loudly, all together, none excluded. They toasted Ravyn, to the memory of his juicy pussy, to his prodigy, to his death.




 Second Ending
The lustful rush demonstrated by Ivan triggered in the guests a new wave of desire. It was enough for them to exchange a glance, one of those that is worth a thousand words, and they threw themselves headlong onto the mattress. Even Mrs. Gray was allowed to join in. Everyone, from the general, to the lieutenant, to the colonel, to the barons, began to go wild. Together with the ferals they took to fucking Ravyn all at once. The drake found himself with three cocks in his mouth at once, and as many squeezed inside his ass and pussy. There was no more room, the baby was hidden under that agglomeration of sweaty, horny bodies. An acrid smell of blood and sweat mixed together arose. Everyone present allowed themselves to be inflamed by the freest and wildest concupiscence. They fucked the little one by holding him up, then by crushing him on the mattress, then again by holding him. Others fucked him by pushing him against the wall. They freed him of his cock ring, gag, and headphones. Playtime had ended, there was no more need for those contrived details to enjoy the child, the truest and purest passion was enough. They cum inside him, they squirted over his ravaged little body and face, they fucked him for hours and hours, without stopping, to the point of taking him to the ultimate limit of endurance. The lacerations, the power with which he was thrown from side to side, like an unconscious doll, condemned him to death. Unable to breathe because of the pulsing flesh that made his throat and the sea of semen with which he was stuffed, feeling himself implode from the inside because of all those fluids accumulated together, Ravyn could do nothing but perish. His regeneration could not keep up with that fury. He found himself, finally, with ten cocks inside him rubbing in and out, tearing and annihilating him as the seconds passed. The phalluses turned into weapons, into real swords that pierced him from side to side. He died in a jubilation of semen, ending his own existence in the way that existence had really begun, and thus not with the mere act of being born, but with that of being abused by those creatures. He drowned in the seed, choking on the flesh. Out of condolence, each of the guests cummed over the child, covering him with a white, warm veil that could keep his limbs warm even after his demise. This was not before they abused him even after death, with his little body retaining its original warmth for quite some time after he passed into oblivion. They could watch his little head and limbs jiggle with each bump, no longer imparting resistance. They admired his vacant eyes, the irises of the chosen one.




Third Ending
Ivan busied himself with the little one until the duke forced him to stop. He noticed the limit Ravyn had reached and decided to have the ferals bound in place. "You've had enough, little darlings." And indeed both tiger and wolf appeared destroyed. The only one still skilled was Ivan, who with a simple order could start over as if for the first time.
"Duke, you were right. Your Ivan is infallible, rarely have I admired such a mighty erection." Was the general's comment as he drank from his trusty crystal cup. The duke spread his hands wide. "There, general, I hope from now on you will no longer allude to a certain incapacity of my favorite hound."
"What do you want to do with the little dragon, duke?" Asked the baroness, entering the conversation with a brief resolution. The duke, faced with that more than legitimate question, paled without realizing it, and especially without being able to give himself a reason for that unexpected reaction. Deep in his heart, he felt growing a certain privative languor that pinned him where he was, disarming him of that confidence and dignity that always distinguished him. "It seems to me..." He said, trying to deflect the topic. "That the champagne is almost gone-you know your rooms already, you can stay here and drink if you prefer, or you could go and freshen up."
"Yes, but Ravyn? Can't we have another round on his sublime bottom?" The baron asked, shouldering his wife like two curious coquettes.
The duke snorted a little impatiently. "All right, all right. Nobody touch Ravyn, please. I have special plans in mind for him, so if you want, you can abuse Bruce, he will be more than happy." That was his retort and he shot a glance at his grandson who still lay motionless on the mattress, showing no signs of particular vitality. The baron seemed satisfied with the answer, shrugged and went to the kitten, followed by the lion and the hyena. But the baroness intercepted the duke when he was heading for another room. She took his arm, gently, and drew her lips close to his ear almost to the point of brushing against it. "Duke, tell me the truth ... you want to keep Ravyn all for yourself, huh?" And she accompanied that insinuation with another shrill chuckle that deeply disturbed the duke.
Could it be that my intentions are so obvious? He asked himself, thinking quickly. "That is a remarkable possibility." Was his reply, trying to disguise his agitation. "Now please leave me, Baroness. I need a good bath and Ravyn...well, Ravyn..." The child's name bounced between his tongue, palate and lips. Repeating it was like eating a ripe dessert. Spelling it out was like tapping into the source of the purest pleasure. "We'll see what to do in the future regarding that little drake." He cast a distant glance at the little one, saw him helplessly slumped on the mattress with his holes gaping and dripping. He lapped his lip, bit it, and left.
Later, when the party was over, the duke faked Ravyn's disappearance and communicated the unpleasant news to the guests, who lost no opportunity to make insinuations, though always veiled, about that fact. But the duke cared nothing about these rumors and what they thought, for he had locked Ravyn up in the highest basement of his dilapidated mansion, in a room that was barely lit, and reachable only with the right directions and with the help of many keys, the only ones capable of opening the two doors by which the room was accessed. There Ravyn had a comfortable bed, enough food to survive, and nothing else. From the window set in the walls, which could not be opened, he glimpsed the countryside and was lost in varied thoughts. Then, the duke, several times a day, would enter the room giving unquestionable orders to be left alone and spend together with the little one, whole hours of pleasure and concupiscence. He would fuck him in the wildest ways, nibbling him, licking him until he was all covered with saliva. Then he would fuck him, in his pussy, in his rectum, in his mouth, chain him to the bed, to the bed, to the walls, and so on, non-stop. He admired the dilated holes from which gushed juices of various kinds, drank them greedily. He had turned Ravyn into his private little whore. He would abuse him in the night while the child slept. He would sneak into the room and then into the bed, hold him to himself inside the covers, and fuck him slowly, sliding his cock between his thighs and then into his pussy. He would put one hand on his chest, hear its accelerated heartbeat growing louder and louder, then lay his fingers on the pussy, feeling it wet and hot. He would stay inside him the whole night when he slept with him. Ravyn had become his obsession, his greatest desire unfulfillable. No matter how much he fucked him for hours, he could not satiate his endless craving. The sex became more and more ecstatic, never boring or repetitive. Each time the Duke was able to invent a new position, a new way to savor the child's flesh. He enjoyed hearing his sad, wistful little voice, his slutty moans, his placid pleas for mercy. He loved silencing him, sticking his cock down his throat, in the unflappable quiet of that room, where nothing and no one could ever disturb him. They lulled each other into loving or furious intercourse, depending on the duke's mood. The baby ended up pregnant, after a huge number of sexual relations in which he was stuffed with semen until he became a balloon, a juicy nugget full of cum. In his swollen, bluish tummy he carried the offspring born of that forced mating that now composed his reality no less than his mother had composed it before that distant day when the Duke had first seen him. That day he had approached him, had come across as understanding and loving, had said, "Oh sweetheart, you will see her if you tell us your name!" referring to his mother. And Ravyn had believed him, trusted him. He could not have said whether it had been a mistake, his doom, or his salvation.