Arcade Part 2

With Tina’s birthday party coming to a close, and a wonderful goodbye; Timothy and Lyra walked silently side by side towards the nearest bus stop. The sun was close to setting, and the rush hour traffic was in full swing. Timothy’s large, round ears swivelled unwillingly to every distracting noise from the road. Lyra leaned against him, despite being over a head taller than he was. 

“You’re such a pervert.” She said, giving his cheek a quick kiss. “Those poor kids are being corrupted.”

“They already had one paw in the door.” 

“Still.” 

“Are you complaining?” Timothy teased, giving Lyra’s butt a pinch. She squeaked, and gave his ear an affectionate nip.

“Of course not. Toby can fuck.”

“With a cock like that? I would hope so. I’m almost jealous.” 

“To be fair, you are just a mouse. Besides, I still prefer your expertise.” She said, breathing hotly into his ear. He shivered, his pants growing painfully tight. 

“Do you think those people waiting at the bus stop will mind if two kids just start fucking in front of them?” 

Lyra laughed and snuggled into his furry neck. “You’re hopeless. Can’t you wait till we get back to my place?” 

Timothy sighed, letting his paw wander around Lyra’s lower back. “I can’t tonight. My mom expects me home.” 

“Boo. She’s so uptight.” 

“Yeah, but I am only ten. I was lucky to be able to come alone today. I convinced my sister to defend me.”

“Sometimes I forget we aren’t adults... She must be cool. When do I get to meet her?” 

“I dunno. She’s older than you are, so I wouldn’t hold my breath.”

The conversation lulled as they fell in line at the bus stop. The ceaseless chatter of the general populace was enough to keep them quiet till their bus arrived. It filled with all manner of people, leaving the two cubs little room for themselves. They rode home in silence, despite Timothy’s obvious erection; and the strong scent of sex wafting from them.

The ride was short, their goodbyes much the same. Timothy walked home alone, the setting sun reflecting off the talisman in his back pocket. The weight had gone unnoticed, even when he sat upon it. It clung to him with an other worldly determination, as if a demon itself held it tight against his rump. 

Timothy practically collapsed into his house. He sighed, and leaned back against the door. He reeked of sex, making his nose twitch and his body shiver. He hurriedly kicked his shoes off into the corner, and took off towards the bathroom before anyone caught the scent of sex. He locked the door behind him, a mortal sin in his household, but he wasn’t going to chance it. 

Timothy undressed, placing his soiled pants and t-shirt inside the laundry hamper. For good measure, he pushed them to the bottom. He stood nearly naked, his remaining garment a tight pair of white briefs. His erection pressed against the soft cotton, steadily soaking a patch with pre-cum. He bit his lower lip as he dragged his paws along his golden sides. His thumbs hooked under his waistband, and he tugged his underwear down to his footpaws. His cock flopped freely, splattering pre-cum against his creamy belly fur.

Tina’s cum had matted his pubic fur, but she wasn’t all to blame. His own cum, despite all of it having been pumped into Tina’s tight pussy, still managed to stain everywhere along his crotch and thighs. The wafting scents were intoxicating, and he took deliberate breaths of it, making his whole body shake with pleasure. Memories of Tina’s little pussy made his cock twitch. Made worse yet by Toby’s faint scent. Timothy couldn’t shake the image of that cute, little bat pup. That velvet muzzle, his huge cock, and his pert little butt. 

Timothy snapped out of his daze. He stopped his stroking paw, and shook his head. His cock begged for release, but time to clean up was running out. He stepped into the shower, trying hard to ignore the built up pleasure in his cock. The shower curtains were a bit too bright and cheery for his tastes. Sunflower yellow, as was insisted by his mother. He pulled them to the side, and turned the water on. The first shot of cold tore his mind away from his arousal, but the water warmed, and his cub cock twitched back to life. 

Timothy sighed, letting the hot water cascade across his fur. The assortment of shampoos and body washes were designed more for female use, but he made a special exception for the strawberry shampoo. The very same shampoo his sister used. It reminded him of her, a delicate smell. He squirted a healthy amount into both palms. He dragged his paws across his golden fur, working the shampoo into his belly and chest; his fingers slowly working their way down to his creamy crotch. He bit his lower lip as his paw glided across his cock, then down to his furry, little balls. 

Timothy’s prehensile tail wrapped around his inner thigh, squeezing down as his free paw slid up and down his shaft. He squeezed his balls, putting just enough pressure upon them to make his cock twitch. The hot water warmed his paw and slicked his cock with the shampoo. His paw easily pumped up and down, his thumb teasing his tip with every pass till finally he bucked forward, his balls tensing up as he came. He moaned loudly, his paw jerking himself off furiously as hot mouse cum splattered against the faucet. A knock at the door made him jump and squeak, his cock shooting the last of his load against the tiled wall. 

“Timothy? Is that you?” 

Timothy’s breath caught, and he inhaled water. He coughed violently, his paw smacking his chest. 

“Y-yes, mom!” 

“Oh, good. I thought Mavis might have beaten you to the shower.”

“Yeah, I just got home.”

“Alright, sweetie. Supper is almost ready. Hurry your little butt out of there.”

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

Timothy waited for his mother’s steps to fade into the distance. He looked down at the mess of cum covering the tub faucet. He sighed, cleaning the mess as best he could before stepping out onto the bathmat. After drying himself off, he wrapped the towel around his waist. He rushed into the hallway, shivering against the sudden temperature change. He dove into his bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. The sun had set, leaving him in relative darkness. He flicked the light on and dropped his towel. His cock lay soft, nestled warmly in his creamy pubic fur. 

Timothy’s room was quaint, painted light blue, with minimalist accommodations. His only dresser sat next to the bed. He opened his underwear drawer and picked out comfy pajama bottoms and a t-shirt top. The bottoms were just tight enough to show off his little cock, just as he wanted. He spun, looking himself over in his mirror. Satisfied, he flopped onto his bed with his cellphone; thumbing over to the InstaCub app. He was greeted with the usual. Thirsty comments from pervs, and of course, new followers. His OnlyCubs account was much the same. 

Timothy rolled over onto his pillows, and held his phone high above him. He snapped a few pictures before bringing his paws back down to his side. His thumbs were a blur as he typed out a post for each app. It took only a moment for the phone to go wild with notifications. He smirked as he scrolled through them. The pedofurs were always the first to comment, asking for more, of course. He loved it. To appease his adoring perverts, he took a few more pictures. He lifted his waistband up just enough to tease, pulling it lower and lower with each picture; till finally he took a picture of his exposed cock. He posted the pictures and muted the app, letting his body do the work for him. 

The phone buzzed, a text from Lyra. 

“Did you get home safe?” She said. 

“Yes. Just had a nice shower. Made a mess.” He sent the message with the picture of his cock attached to it. “I’m feeling cute tonight. Did you see my InstaCub?” 

“Yeah. You’re playing with fire. One of these days someone is going to recognize you.” She sent a picture of her flat chest. Those cute little nipples always aroused him. 

“I hope so. Maybe I’ll finally get to sleep with an adult.” 

“Pfft. Who’s the real perv here? Duh, it’s you. I should bap you. The pool noodle is around here someplace...” 

Timothy shivered. The pool noodle was all too real, and very dangerous. 

“I took Puck’s cock. I should have no problem with a grown up.”

“That’s not what worries me. Just be careful.”

“I will.” 

The conversation lulled. The squirrel was known to drop her phone and forget about it when she started masturbating. The thought of her on the couch in her tight, blue-white stripped panties aroused the little mouse. His cock twitched, flicking pre-cum onto his belly fur.

“Timothy! Supper time!” 

He sighed, spreading his cummy fingers apart. A strand bridged the gap between his digits. He licked his fingers clean and hopped out of bed. 

Supper passed uneventfully, although a bit chaoticly. The family sat together, Mavis to his side, mom and dad across from him. Everyone was in a hurry to eat, to get to the next thing. Mice have always been naturally jittery. Timothy’s family was no exception. His sister, a six-teen year old mouse girl; practically his twin, gave him odd looks, but he thought nothing of it. His mom questioned him relentlessly about the arcade, but he dodged every question with practiced finesse. Another typical evening at the dinner table.

Timothy escaped back to his room in good time. He squeaked and rolled his head against his soft pillows. He thumbed through his contacts, tapping on Toby Halstead. The bat pup from the arcade. Timothy liked him, of course. Soft fur. Shy and adorable. Almost comparable to his cougar boyfriend, Arthur. Almost.

“Sup?” Timothy sent. He rolled over onto his back and pushed himself up into a sitting position. He did not have to wait long for a reply. 

“Not much...” Toby said.

Timothy wiggled his ears. He could tell his new friend was nervous already. 

“Did you have a good time at the arcade? I mean, it looked like you did. The way you fucked Lyra was quite impressive.” 

Timothy knew that was going to make the bat pup choke up for a moment. He took the down time to get a little more comfortable in bed. He kicked his pajamas away and shimmied out of his shirt. His naked body practically shone golden in his bedroom light. It was his natural state, after all. 

“T-thank you... It was nice.” Toby finally said. 

“So was your muzzle. I know that was you in the bathroom. I had a lot of fun. Wish I could have returned the favour.” 

Fifteen minutes passed. Timothy was sure he had murdered the bat pup with embarrassment. 

“...Maybe you can this weekend.”

It was Timothy’s turn to blush. He snorted, his cheeks flaring up as he wiggled himself onto his rump.

“Is that so? What did you have in mind?”

“Remember how you said you’d like a sleepover?” Toby said.

“Yeah?” 

“Well... My mom said you can come over this weekend. You know... If you want to.”

“Does she know what you’ve been getting up to?”

“Of course not! My parents don’t even know I’m with Tina... Besides maybe my dad...”

“You’re fine, sweetheart. I’ll just make sure you don’t moan too loudly.”

Timothy successfully broke the bat pup. For sure this time. 

“Here,” Timothy said. “This should help you out.”

Timothy sent the nudes he took earlier. He waited for a moment, letting Toby take in his fill. 

“What do you think?” 

“I think you’re beautiful...” 

Timothy blushed again. Toby knew how to push buttons. Though, he could not tell if he was being flirted with or not. He liked it all the same. 

“Heh, thank you... You know. I wouldn’t mind seeing more of you.”

“I dunno... I’m kinda shy.”

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart. No one else is gonna see. Just me.”

Toby Halstead flopped backwards onto his pillow. His phone fell to the side, and his paws rubbed down his flushed cheeks. His charcoal-grey, vestigial wings covered his entire chest, and were warm to the touch. No doubt flushed hot by his mouse friend. His large, pointed ears flicked and scanned. Larger than most, thanks to his fruit bat ancestry. He wore simple pajama bottoms, his creamy chest bare. 

The familiar tightness in his pants reminded him of his predicament. He sighed, looking down to the tent he had been pitching since he started talking to Timothy. As embarrassed as he was, he still managed to hook his fingers under his waist band and slowly tug his pants down to his knees. His cock, much larger than average for a cub, stood erect and leaked copious amounts of pre-cum. The phone buzzed, a message from Timothy. 

“Don’t keep me waiting, slut.”

Toby stifled a moan, and his cock twitched, shooting a spurt of pre. He was incredibly turned on by the mouse and his insistent sexual nature. It exhilarated him in a way that even Tina could not do. He grabbed his cock, biting his lower lips as he stroked up and down along his shaft. His pre-cum immediately soaked his palm, making him shiver. 

The cellphone buzzed again, another message. Timothy sent a picture of his rump, his free paw spreading his golden cheeks. 

“Like what you see? If you play your cards right, maybe you could breed me this weekend.” 

Toby squeaked. He took in every little detail of the mouse’s butt. That delightful, hairless tail ended just above his tight, little hole. It was pink, nearly hidden by his golden fur, but it was there, begging the bat pup to look, to taste, to fuck. His paw picked up its pace, gliding effortlessly across his shaft. A lewd echo bounced around his room, and his balls jiggled with each thrust down into his clenched palm. 

“Hey, now. Don’t cum before I get a chance to see you.”

Toby did not want to stop, but he begrudgingly released his throbbing cock. He flopped his head back against his pillow, his tongue lolled with heavy panting. He struggled to hold his phone, his heart racing. 

“O-okay, one minute...”

He sent it. His cheeks red hot. He looked back down to his cock, still erect and leaking cum. The bat pup could not believe what he was about to do. It both excited him and terrified him. Paranoid thoughts swam through his mind as he positioned the camera down towards his messy hips. His cock stood proud, as if wanting to show off. He snapped the picture and quickly sent it before he lost the blinding sexual confidence of being horny. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Timothy replied. In typical horny mouse fashion. 

“Wow. The camera makes you look even bigger. I’m definitely jealous.”

Toby typed out several messages, all of which he immediately deleted before he settled on one. 

“D-do you want to see more?” 

His heart pounded relentlessly against his chest. He nervously waited for a reply, but he was anything but surprised at Timothy’s answer. 

“I’m close. How about you show off that cute butt of yours?” 

Toby set the phone to the side and kicked his pants off the rest of the way. He kicked them to the floor, and rolled over onto his paws and knees. He spread his legs far apart, his balls hanging freely, his cock throbbing against his charcoal belly. His stubby tail rose out of the way as he brought his phone around to his rump. Copying what Timothy did, he grabbed his soft cheek and pulled it to the side, revealing his tight, little hole. He snapped the picture, and several more without the spread, for good measure. 

Toby thumbed through the pictures, picking out the best for Timothy. He sent them as he flopped onto his back, his paw going back to his slick cock; to idly rub up and down. 

“Ooooh, fuck. I just came. You’re so damn hot. I couldn’t help it.”

Toby’s eyes widened at the picture attached to Timothy’s message. Cum stained Timothy’s creamy belly, all the way up his chest and face. His cock lay well used against his pubic fur, and his paw was soaked in cum. 

Toby held the phone closer to his face, taking in all the details of Timothy’s messy body; his free paw fapping furiously. The base of his paw smacked against his fluffy balls with each pass. The pleasure grew till his body shook, and his toes curled. He moaned freely, hilting his paw as if instinctively burying himself into a warm pussy. Strands of hot cum splattered against his belly and chest. His balls tensed, and the last of his cum landed across his face. 

Timothy licked his paw clean. The scent of fresh cum made him shiver, but his cock stayed soft. He was a mess, one that he could not clean without escaping to the bathroom. He shrugged and hopped out of bed. He turned off the light with a yawn, his paw rubbing his cum into his pubic fur. His phone buzzed again. He picked it up, his thumb smearing cum across the screen. 

“Hey, Timothy. Don’t be scared when you meet someone new.” Toby said. 

Timothy rose a brow, but he thought nothing more of it; despite it being rather odd. 

“Uuh, okay? Thanks for the nudes. I gotta go to sleep now, ya know, school and all.” 

“Y-yeah, okay. Good night.” 

“Night.”

Timothy set his phone to the side, his alarm set for 6:30 am. He yawned as he pulled his blankets up against his cummy body. He snuggled into them with a smile, slowly and gently falling asleep. In the darkness of his room, the talisman glowed faintly; unbeknownst to the mouse cub. The void took him, enveloped him. He floated aimlessly inside the depths of his consciousness. A blissful oblivion, dark and peaceful. A light broke through the darkness, and the mouse woke. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting slowly. To his shock, he woke elsewhere; on a soft bed not his own. His eyes widened, and he scanned what little of the room he could see. The room was dimly lit by burning sconses along the cobbled brick walls. Tapestries adorned the walls, and the room smelled of sulphur. 

Timothy tried to move his neck, but he only managed to move it slightly to one side. Panic welled within. His whole body would not move, no matter how desperately he wanted it to obey. 

“Hello, Timothy!” A cheery, over the top voice called out. Timothy tried to look towards the voice, but his strength failed him. 

“I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long! I mean, come on! You’re one of the most sexually charged cubs I have ever met; and I’ve met a lot of cubs. You wouldn’t believe what kind of things kids are into these days. You know, it used to be a lot simpler back in the 1500’s. Not that it was a good thing. Adults, even cubs were constantly prudish, afraid of demons. It made my job really hard for a while...” 

Timothy tried to speak. His jaw felt numb, unresponsive. All he could do was breath, at least. 

“Don’t worry about responding. Short answer, you can’t. You can’t move. You can’t interact. This is a punishment, after all.” 

Timothy heard the telltale clack of hooves against stone. They sounded close, and kept getting closer till her felt hot breath against his large ear. 

“I’ve been watching you for a while.” The voice said, tickling his ear. “You have so much raw sexual energy. It’s quite impressive. So much in fact, I think you’d make a very good incubus. Lord knows this town could use it.”

The owner of the voice stepped into view. Timothy’s heart sank. A pit of terror formed in his stomach, threatening to make him sick. The creature standing before him was of another world. A demon in structure; spiral horns and horse like hooves. Large breasts hung from her chest, and her perky nipples poked out of thick, red fur. The fur ran down her belly, past her navel, and down to her massive sheath and hanging balls. Her canine cock peeked from the tip, dripping a steady stream of pre-cum. Her large amounts of pubic fur thinned out towards her thighs, and the red fur turned to black; ending at the top of her hooves. 

Timothy’s heart raced, and his head felt light and airy. 

“Calm down, Timmy. Your heart rate is far too fast. My boss will be very upset with me if you died.” 

The demon crawled onto the bed. She towered over him, easily dwarfing the small mouse cub. He could not take his eyes off her hanging balls. The way they swung with each movement of her hips was mesmerizing, but he tried his best to ignore it. She smiled down at him, almost motherly. Her paw touched his face, and a warmth spread throughout his body. He immediately calmed, and he let out a sigh of relief. 

“There. I bet you feel better now.” 

She sat backwards onto the bed, her balls resting heavily on his feet. They were soft, and very warm. Nearly hot to the touch. They felt swollen, but he paid little attention to that fact. 

“As much as you and I would both love a paw job right now, I think it would be best to do some business before pleasure. Yeah? Good. Glad you agree.” 

The demon poofed away, leaving a small cloud of smoke to rise and disperse against the cieling. She was back as fast as she was gone. She held a piece of brown parchment paper, and very decorative knife. 

“I put in a good word with my boss. He wants to give you a trial. I need you to sign this. I’ll help you, of course.”

Timothy tried to struggle, but he remained immobilized. He watched the knife wearily, his gaze moving to the demon, to plead and beg. 

“Oh, hush. It won’t hurt a bit.” She lied. 

The demon grabbed his right paw and held his arm high. She pressed the blade to his furless palm and dragged it across the length. Timothy tried to scream, but his breath was lost. The pain was previously unimaginable for the young cub. He watched helplessly as his blood seeped down his arm, staining his fur red. He cried silently, unable to sob or moan. 

“I know. I know. I’m sorry.” The demon placed his bloodied paw to the piece of parchment, stamping it with his print. “There. All done. That wasn’t so bad, yeah?”

Timothy tried to move his gaze from hers, but alas, he was stuck crying in front of a stranger; even though he had every right to do so. The demon snapped her fingers. The parchment and knife vanished, and the room dimmed darker. She took his wounded paw and licked it with her long, canine tongue. The slash slowly closed with each lick, making Timothy’s body melt with euphoria. She licked her lips, cleaning herself of every last drop of his blood.

“You’re going to have a wicked scar, but that might fade with time. Nothing I can do about that.” 

The demon set his arm back to his side and climbed back onto the bed. She shimmied herself between his legs, spreading them as wide as they could go. 

“You still need to be punished.” She said with a sly grin. He tried to run, to escape. “Don’t worry. You’ll most likely gain your mobility back soon, but you’ll still be trapped her with me every night, my little mouse.”

She bent down and kissed his nose. Her hot breath washed over his face, making his fur stand on end. The kiss turned into a trail of smooches across his cheek and muzzle, ending with a full kiss against his lips. She pressed into him, forcing his mouth open with her tongue. She explored his maw, tasting every inch of him, even shoving far down into his throat. She broke the kiss, her paws moving to his fluffy sides, to knead and stroke. 

“I know how well you took Puck’s cock. He’s a big boy, but I’m slightly bigger.” 

As if to emphasize her point, she loomed over his face. Her canine cock stood fully erect. It twitched and throbbed, her pre-cum dripping steadily onto his facial fur. The shaft was easily longer than Puck’s, and much thicker. Her paw held it up by the developing knot. The size of the bulb made him swallow nervously, but deep down inside he truly craved it. 

The demon smirked as she wiggled her way between his legs again. She plopped her cock on top of his, her balls heavy against his own. The size difference between the two was even more evident. The mouse, merely a little cub, was dwarfed in every regard. 

“I can feel you getting hard, Timmy. I know you like it.” 

Timothy tried desperately to look away, but all he managed to do was close his eyes. He blushed furiously, and his stomach did flips of embarrassment. He could not deny being turned on, even if he was about to be raped. Somehow that made it even better, but he was not about to give the demon the satisfaction. 

“It is very hard to punish someone that is into what I do. You cubs are always the kinkiest and open minded. Such little cuties, the lot of you.”

She pressed her balls against his, and her cock poked his creamy belly. His own shaft throbbed under the weight of her balls. It was much too small to frot with the demon’s, but she made due with his soft belly fur. Timothy felt her massive weight against him as she slid her cock across his stomach, staining it with a trail of pre-cum. 

“I love the feeling of a soft cub against my cock, but there’s something I like even more.” 

The demon rubbed against him a few more times for good measure before flipping the little boy onto his stomach. She pulled his rump up with both of her paws, one hand gripping the base of his tail, and the other spread his legs to keep him stable. She nodded, happy with her work. Timothy, of course, did not approve. His face lay in the satin sheets, unable to see what the demon was up to. She wasted not a moment to surprise him. She pressed her face between his cheeks and sniffed. His face erupted into the hottest blush of his life. 

“Oh? You liked that? Just taking in your scent, slut.” 

She sniffed again, her whole body tensing with a wave of shivering pleasure. After a moment of admiring his perfect, little hole, she kissed it. Timothy moaned, much to the surprise of both of them. The demon giggled, giving his tailhole rapid, wet smooches. Her warm tongue hit Timothy with a pleasure unlike any other. She kissed and licked, her tongue pushing against his puckered hole with each lap; till finally she slipped inside him. Her long, canine tongue sank deep, soaking him thoroughly with hot saliva. She pulled away with a wet smack to admire her work on his young rump.

“Ready for my cock, slut?” 

She did not wait for an answer, nor did she expect one. With a smile on her face, she lifted his tail to the side and pressed her throbbing, red tip against his hole. She sighed and shivered as she pushed her tip past his tight rim.

“Oooh, that’s good. I’ve wanted this for soooo long!”

Timothy felt every inch of her cock slide inside him. The thick girth spread his hole to painful limits, forcing tears down his cheeks once more. She hilted him down to her knot, making sure he could feel its monstrous size by rubbing it teasingly against his abused entrance. 

“Tight mouse! I almost didn’t fit.” She wiggled her hips again, sending waves of pain and pleasure through Timothy’s body. “Feel that knot? It’s going inside you tonight. Gosh, what I would give to hear you squeak and moan.” She slapped his rump, making it jiggle. 

The pain rattled Timothy’s mind, waking his body enough to resist. He shivered, his whole body feeling numb; made worse by the giant cock inside him. His paws clenched the sheets, and he moved his head shakily upwards, but he lost the strength to do so. 
“Aww, sweetheart. You’re not used to dream walking. You won’t be able to move properly for a while.” She slapped his ass again, making him squeak weakly. “There he is. You’ll be able to make some noise for me now.” She smiled deviously as she yanked his tail roughly, pulling his body tighter to her own.  
The demon’s knot kissed his hole, practically begging to be shoved in right then; but she fought the urge. She pulled out, and rather unceremoniously shoved herself back inside. She could feel him squirm and squeeze. Timothy’s fuzzy, golden balls slapped warmly against her sack with each subsequent thrust. His squeaks grew louder, mixing with her lewd plaps forming a beautiful sexual crescendo. 

Timothy’s cock twitched and throbbed, and his balls tense, ready to cum at any moment. His arousal was all too evident to the demon. She picked up the pace. Her balls swung with a hypnotic rhythm, slapping into Timothy with each heavy thrust. She bit her lower lip as she grabbed and squeezed his butt. Her knot spread his hole little by little with each pass, making the young mouse squeak in protest. 

“Take my knot, cub slut.” 

The demon pushed Timothy’s head into the mattress, and her hips thrust one last time. With a loud grunt, she forced her knot inside him. His eyes shot open and he squeaked! Ropes of hot cum painted his insides. He felt every shudder and spurt. His tiny hole clenched down on the invading knot, unwillingly milking it for every last drop. The mix of pain and pleasure was too much for the young boy. Pressure built, and his balls tensed. He came hard, splatting cum against the sheets and his creamy belly fur. 

“Good boy. Cum for mommy.”

The demon tugged back and forth on her knot, pulling Timothy’s whole body with each pull. He squeaked and moaned, protesting the unnecessary pain and arousal. He lay whimpering, his tailhole sore and sensitive. The swollen knot pressed against his walls; a seemingly unending tie. His cock flicked with each little movement from the demon, leaving him a drooling, slobbery mess. The demon rubbed her paw into his muzzle, matting his facial fur with his saliva.

“You’ve made a mess of yourself, cub.”

The demon trailed her paw along his muzzle, down his neck and back, to the base of his tail. She squeezed it, tugging him deeper onto her knot. He squealed, and his little cock splattered fresh cum against his stomach. This delighted the demon. She giggled happily, her hips lightly bucking back and forth. Her knot slowly deflated, coming close to pulling out with each tug of her hips. Her free paw travelled between his legs, to grope and squeeze his balls. Without warning, she pulled her knot free from the tight mouse. Her large canine cock flopped between her legs, and a torrent of cum spilled from his well used hole.

“Ooooh, that’s good.” 

Timothy squeaked and groaned, his ass sore and gaping. The demon whistled, admiring her work. She spread his cheeks with a paw, her thumb keeping his hole gaped. She watched the last of her excessive cum trickle down along his fuzzy, little nuts. Her cock twitched back life, begging to be buried inside the young boy again. She lined herself up, only to have the mouse vanish from her realm.