Francis Story (Kinks: kidnapping, dub-con, cub, impregnation, squirting, ankle monitor (for sky)

Deep in the Mojave Desert, about a hour out from the main entrance to Las Vegas, is a hotel that is mainly stopped at by truckers, families traveling across country, or people needing a break from the intense heat and long drive. It’s a relatively nice hotel; it has a nice pool, water slide, breakfast, nice rooms, and… Francis!
Behind the counter sits a short Mexican corgi-coyote mix, dressed in a floral button up with his lower half almost always hidden from the customers. He has other workers who help the customers, which helps him hide his secret… the little ankle monitor attached to his ankle. The coyote got busted once, helping smuggle drugs in and out of his hotel, and was on a strict watch by the police. Luckily, he was never caught with a more serious crime, his addiction to cubs was getting out of hand! 

Late one evening, the lonely highway lit up with a cars lights, heading into his parking lot, and stopping. It was his que to sit up at his desk, and wait for the group to come in, patiently. Eventually, they stepped into the lobby. A mixed species family, what appeared to be a border collie and a goat of some sorts, and a little boy who was a mix of the two. Soft, fluffy fur, a heavy capris appearance, and the long pupils a goat would have. Approaching the front desk, the father, the goat, started the process of purchasing the room, while the mother took the boy with her to go explore the premises. 

“Welcome, how can I help you?” Francis’s accent hung on his tongue, a heavy Spanish one. “Just one room, two beds.” The father took his wallet out, pulling out cash. “One hundred and fifteen a night. Breakfast is served at six am to eight thirty, and the pool is open all night.” The corgi took the cash, and handed the man the key, unknowingly looking at the very man lusting over his… what, seven year old son? 

Half an hour passed, and Francis was sitting on his stool, scrolling through his phone, passing the time before he retired to his room. Just before he was about to close, his ear flicked, and he heard soft hooves pressing against the carpeted floor. Around the corner came a black and white fluff ball, Standing at at least three feet tall. His orange eyes went wide, and his stomach warmed up like a fire started inside him. “Hey kid, looking for your room?” Francis leaned up against his counter, eyeballing the boy top to bottom. 

“No, can I go in the pool? Mom and dad are having alone time and I want to swim.” His ears perked up at that. “There’s no lifeguard! You’ll have to wait until there is an adult niño.” His eyebrow raised at him, and the goat had a dog like reaction. “Oh, you can watch me, right?” Francis nodded, stepping down from his stool, and following after the boy. “Yup, go ahead and go to the locker room! I’ll have to let you borrow a swim suit and help you change. You have to have a parent in there.”

The two walked down the musty smelling hall to the steamy room, down into the locker room. “Go ahead and take your pants off, we have to shower and get changed!” Francis already started getting stripped down, watching as the boy turned away sheepishly. Or, goatishly? “It’s ok, we’re both men! Be proud of yourself, like me!” He basically flashed the boy, showing off his chubby buddy, and snug crotch. “W-whoa.. y-you have.. g-girl.. parts?” Francis stood proudly as the boy stood in his underwear, showing off his bits. “Si, but Im just as man as anyone else! Can I see yours?” He asked, watching as the boy hesitated to take down his underwear. 

Finally, he slipped down around his thighs, and Francis basically squirted there. A little sheath, and plump little balls tucked neatly in between his soft little boy thighs! “Wow, that’s so cool! Have you ever touched it? It feels very good, just so you know!” He stepped besides the boy, paw on his upper back and led him down the stone hall to the showers. “Come with me, I’ll help you get clean!” The poor kid was stumbling on his words as everything happened so quickly, being led into a shower with a random man, who was 10 times his age, and had a vagina! 

Being led into the showers, the older male turned on the shower head and let the water heat up, stretching his arms up and stood besides the little boy. “So, what’s your name kid? My name is Francis, but you can just call me papi!” Looking up with big blue eyes, covering his crotch, he answered, “Kyler.” Francis’s eyes wandered below his eyes, to what the boy was hiding behind his paws, and saw a flash of red behind his small hands. “Why are you covering yourself Kyler, are you shy?” Placing his hands on his wide hips, he goes ahead and spreads his legs, letting Kyler see what was in between his legs even better. “I’ll let you look at my pussy, if you let me see your little pee-pee, deal?” 

Inside his mouth, Francis was salivating like a starving beast. He lowered himself down to his rear, spreading his legs open to allow the little boy access to his cunt. “Get a good look, you can even touch it if you want! I’ll even teach you something secret between us, ok?” His fingers went ahead and spread his lips, really flashing the… “How old are you kid, like seven?” Gulping, the boy got onto his hands and knees, to examine what was in front of him. “I’m five!” If there wasn’t water everywhere, Francis surely would have made a slip hazard. “Wow, you’re a big boy… say, why don’t you do something for me?”

Reclining back against the tiled wall, he kept his legs spread wide, eyeballing the kids growing canine length. Water trickled down his hair as he motioned for the goat to come closer. “If you stick your pee-pee inside me, it feels amazing! But, you have to trust me, ok? Go ahead and do it for me, it would feel really good for me, and you hijo!” Kyler examined very cautiously, red flags shooting everywhere in his mind. Stranger danger, go to mom and get help… But, something in the back of his mind, and that weird feeling in his tummy wanted him to keep going. And that good feeling in his pee-pee. Instead of going away, he grabbed the base of his canine cock, bringing it to Francis’s well used hole, and sliding his tip in. 

The corgi felt in bliss, letting his nerves go as the boy let his worries go aside and start going with his pure instinct. The kid took a moment, awkwardly bumping his hips into the pudgy thighs of the man beneath him, soft little hands holding onto the hairy crotch the best he could as he began his thrusting. “Fuucckkk, soy tu puta!” Kyler didn’t understand what it meant, but his little hips kept bucking into the little man, his knot swelling up and throbbing with need like a water balloon about to burst. “P-papi F-Francis, s-somethings coming!” His thrusts became even more sloppy and sluggish, his eyes shutting and his hips slamming down, knot popping in fairly easy into the pedowhore. Francis just laid back and took it, growling, tightening around his knot. “Fuck kid, you’re such a good boy…” 

With big arms, Francis pulled Kyler into a hug, knot still lodged inside him, and very much knocking him up with the goats litter. 

“Can we still go swimming, papi Francis?”