Derek was laying on the bed surrounded by the warm bodies of all his “wives.” Today, he wasn’t Derek, though. He was Murasaki Hideo, Young Lord of the Land of Sacred Sun and future ruler of Wan. Or at least he was while he was at Radish-Con. His uncle had shown the little Akita the anime and he’d immediately fallen in love with it. It was about an Akita, Hideo-kun, traveling from country to country and marrying a princess from each land so that he could conquer the world. There were a lot of fights and trips to hot springs and even ghosts. It was awesome.

	Uncle Mark had even helped him make the costume he was wearing. It wasn’t too elaborate, either, but it was exciting to wear. All he had on was a black speedo that contrasted well with the bright whites and tans of his fur, a loose jacket, and something his uncle had called chaps that were basically just pants that showed off your underwear. It had made the eleven-year-old burst out laughing when he thought about wearing the costume, but he’d gotten used to it over the first hour or so of no one caring.

	The only awkward part was that all the people playing his wives were men. They were his uncle’s “friends”. Derek wasn’t stupid, he knew there was more going on there. It was in the way the men talked and touched each other, even looked at one another. He’d even caught one kissing another’s cheek more than once. They’d followed him around, posing with him or other cosplayers for pictures throughout the day. And now, back in his uncle’s hotel room, they were taking the last one. It was as close to a perfect recreation of one of the promotional pictures for the anime as they could manage. Arms and hands were wrapped around his limbs as he lay on the bed, each of the men picking one except for one.

	Noriko, aka Douglas, was the youngest of the men holding him but he was still in college. The handsome bunny was hugging him close around the waist, head pressed to his chest and only half-glancing at the camera they’d taped to the ceiling. It wasn’t even a thought that had occurred to him before today, but seeing the men flounce around in a mix of skimpy bikinis and element-themed clothing left his heart pounding. And the white rabbit wearing the winter jacket over his short-shorts was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. It made him warm in the weirdest way.

	After the final camera shutter clicks, Douglas looked up at the little Akita and asks, “So, you going to cosplay again tomorrow? I was thinking of trying Noriko’s hot spring bikini.” And that mental image was all it took for the little dog to plant an impromptu kiss on the bunny’s nose. 

	The pause that follows is just long enough for a flash of everyone here turning on him to replace the image of the softly-furred rabbit climbing up to kiss him back. It isn’t quite dispelled by the sudden laughter from the fox in the see-through raincoat. 

	“Wow, Markie, you were absolutely right about this kid. He’s a perfect little Casanova,” he says from down on his left leg. Derek can feel his breath against the exposed fur between his crotch and his chaps. It’s another form of excitement, seeing him down there.

	The words pull Derek from the half-imagined tingles still on his lips to look first down at the fox then up to his uncle, who says, “Hey, cut it out. Maybe we should give them some alone time?”

	“Oh, you posted those cute pictures of him in the speedo that got the chat going crazy. Don’t act like you don’t want to stay and see how this turns out. What were you saying, fifty bucks for an hour?”

	“That was a joke, Harris.”

	Derek finally processes what they were saying and spits out, “I want you to stay.” The little akita had found himself staring at the men more and more throughout the day. Even his uncle, who was dressed as Hideo-Kun’s adoptive sister, had been catching his eye. Their matching black speedos, he’d come to realize, left little to the imagination.  “Is it okay if I kissed him?” 

	“That’s between you two.”

	“Oh, it’s fine,” says the rabbit, who crawls up slightly to nuzzle his cute, twitching nose into the Akita’s own says. “I think you’re pretty cute, too. We all do, actually.”

	The implications there aren’t lost on him, nor about the current situation. They’d probably just wanted this picture to grope at him or something. And that seemed almost impossible to the little cub that didn’t even think anyone at his school liked him. He was surrounded by people who looked at him and saw him as sexy. His heart bubbles up into his head as he says, “Can we do more stuff? Like all of us?”

	The rabbit let’s out a little snicker at that and turns his attention over to Uncle Mark, who says, “I won’t tell if you don’t. Just… tell us when to stop, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.” 

	The words barely register to the puppy, who barely gives himself a second before saying “Okay!” He’d heard enough about this stuff from movies to know that it only hurt if someone forced you to do it.

	“Where do you want to start?”

	Hideo hadn’t even thought about that, head light as it was from the men all around him. He didn’t know all that much about sex or being with somebody. Even his own body was a mystery to him. Calling forth the sum-total of his knowledge, he quickly barks out, “We can touch each other and stuff and I can kiss Nor- umm… Douglas more?”

	“You can call me Noriko if you want, Hideo-kun,” the bubbly bunny says and kisses the young Akita on the cheek. Derek let’s his affectionate instincts guide him, kissing the handsome bunny back. It’s a little peck at first. When the rabbit smiles back and gives him a wink, he goes for a longer one. His Noriko opens his mouth, tongue licking slightly on the dog’s lips. It takes Derek a second to realize  what the white rabbit is after, but he accepts the tongue into his canine muzzle with a readiness he didn’t know was in him.

	“You heard him, guys. If you want your opportunity, it’s here,” his uncle says and leans in close to nip gently at his ears. He almost barks, first feeling the teeth, but the tingle he gets when the bigger dog starts to suckle gently at the tip has him unleash an involuntary moan into the rabbit’s mouth. The man’s lips part to say, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long…”

	“Fucking rabbit gets all the good cubs,” the fox mumbles, half-annoyed. Derek is too distracted by the warmth of the other three men’s hands going from their poses to actually groping him to think too long about it. But more than that, their lips and tongues immediately join in. Derek’s heart leaps into his throat at the feeling of the relative stranger’s exploring his young body in ways he hadn’t even thought to before today. A set of dextrous fingers glide along the edge of his speedo, claws scratching gently along his inner thigh. More adventurous ones are already undoing the belt that holds his chaps up, freeing his legs for others to explore. 

	Douglas pulls back, smiling, “Well, that’s because I know how to treat them. You’re just a little too rough, Vic.” Then the rabbit dives in again, avoiding the young Akita’s lips to kiss along his fuzzy neck. It’s a surprising feeling, like what was happening to his ear but more intense, and it’s enough for Derek to gasp at the contact. It’s startling, but in a way that he doesn’t want it to end.

	“Well, maybe some like it a little rough?”

	He feels his hips push up at the contact as somebody squeezes the front of his swimming briefs. Another takes the opportunity to pull down the chaps and leave his legs open and exposed for the men to rub and grope. The most unexpected part, though, is when a hand suddenly grabs his ankle. His leg is held aloft when suddenly a long, wet tongue slides all the way from ball to toe. His shock sees him looking down at a towering bear, easily the most muscular of the men who he’d spent the day with. Darren had been quiet the whole time, barely a word spoken, but his was the first adult cock the cub had ever seen. It pushed down his shorts, proudly hard as he tugged on his foreskin. All the while his other hand held Derek’s ankle and he licked over the sole of his canine foot. It’s a strange feeling, one that simultaneously pleases and disgusts him as his feet slowly moisten with the bear’s saliva. His toes flex and the tongue passing between them sends a little shiver from them all the way to the neck that the rabbit kisses and licks along. 

	The fox and the deer however, were already tugging down his little speedo, baring his own hard doghood for all to see. It’s a startling, embarrassing moment before the deer says, “Oh, nice. That’s a sexy dick, Hideo-kun.”

	Derek smiles a little before the words of the fox interrupt his thoughts, “Such a small thing. I just want to eat it up.” And catches it between his fingers. It’s an almost electric drive as he rubs it with his thumb and forefinger. It’s just a few seconds before the hand leaves it to rub over his stomach, but quickly enough the deer is cupping his crotch, the pressure and pleasure upsetting the tummy the fox was easing. 

	Above that, Douglas and Uncle Mark had both chosen the same moment to start rubbing over his chest. It’s another heated feeling, this time only serving to heighten his own hunger for air. His breaths grow deeper and hotter each time one of them clips up to rub over nipples he’d never thought of as being sensitive before, but were now making themselves known as such. It’s a strange, tickly, tingling feeling as they grope over his chest. It stirs him up as much as either of them trading off on kissing him on the mouth. Their kisses would change wildly, sometimes light pecks along his lips, others sliding their tongues in deep to dance around and overpower his own. He feels their spit build up along with his own on his lips, and trails traveling down when his uncle decides to join the rabbit in licking and kissing his tender neck.

	His heartbeat builds in his chest, nervous, even scared at all the men touching and groping him. 
Their lips soon join their hands as he’s covered in their lustful attentions, leaving him at once vibrating and completely uncertain of his own movements. There was too much going on around him for him to be able to focus on just one thing. Even his arms are victims of their attentions as when he tries to raise one, the rabbit plants a series of kisses along his arms before sending the pleasant tingles down his body by kissing every sensitive fingertip on his hand. It’s a brief distraction, but it somehow leaves the cub even more breathless. 

	Derek’s groped, lustful body is frozen in a strange exhilaration somewhere between terror and ecstasy under their kindly, perverse attentions. Still, he gasps again when he feels warm, hot lips wrap around his throbbing little dick. It’s as if it were a focal point of all the rest of the sensations, pulling from them while somehow heightening them still further. He groans out, arm instinctively pulling whichever adult he was kissing in closer. His uncle pulls back slightly to laugh, but is quickly replaced by the attentive rabbit that was just a second ago kissing his way from neck to chest.  

	“Hey, watch the tail, cub!” the fox says, while holding his wagging, curly tail in place. His lips are quick to return to pleasing the little Akita. The attentions have his head swirling while he struggles to keep up with the actions of the five grown men. It was heavy, intoxicating, leaving the world a blur of sensations that stopped time as he felt lips and hands work over every inch of him. The grope his cheeks, fondle his balls, even massage his little feet to make his toes flex awkwardly around the bear’s tongue.

	His thoughts muddle, a swirling whirlwind of feeling has him alternately tensing and reaching out, a panic mixing with some newly activated need. His one thought being how if it ended they might all withdraw entirely to leave him unfulfilled, the need inside him completely unfulfilled. So he does his best to pull himself in further, to kiss back and stretch out his toes, to let them grope his ass and poke at his butthole even as it reflexively squeezes shut from the tension rushing through his body, to give them the run of his confused body. Derek breathes in haphazardly, clutching at the adults that kissed him and whispered to him to tell him how beautiful his little body was. Every nimble kiss or gentle bite leaves a quickly exhausting feeling that demands more and more from his little mind. 

	Growing in that sprouting garden of pleasure his major focus was on the pair that would alternate in kissing and sucking on his little humanoid dick. It drew so much focus that the rest of the world was quickly becoming a dim memory. His legs would reflexively pull shut to styme the intensity, only to be pulled back by the bulky bear or the pair that laid on either side of the other one. Uncertainty has the cub pulling back and thrusting forward alternately as a warm, wet tongue slides along his balls or licks the other man’s spit from his dick. 

	“Uncle Mark!” he says, pulling the man in as he feels some strange new urge. Tears well in his little eyes, “Something weird’s happening!”

	“Just let it flow through you, D,” the bigger Akita says, joining the fox now in rubbing over his stomach. Almost as an afterthought, he says, “And remember to breathe.”

	The gentle encouragement is all he needs to suddenly reach a high that he’d never had the thought to expect. It pulls all the energy that had built up through his body, channeling it into a singular burst of pleasure that pushed wildly out of his flexing little dick. Individual seconds seem to stretch into minutes as he loses any focus on anything. Any focus on anything outside his own body completely disappears, leaving the bizarre sensations of lips and tongue, warm bodies and a near-painful tension suddenly falling apart. His sensitive little body flops down with only an utterly satisfied exhaustion remains in him. 

	“Hey, he actually came a little. Nice,” the fox says to the deer. It’s those words that bring him out of an entirely internal existence. The words clearly aren’t meant for him. “You want some?”

	A hand that had still been absently rubbing his tummy comes up to wipe a tear from his eyes. Embarrassed, Derek realizes he’d been crying. He wasn’t sad, but the tears don’t stop. The little Akita curls into the body of the older Akita next to him. 

	“You had enough?” his uncle asks. Derek nods into him, suddenly aware that he’s wearing only a jacket as he feels the erection of the older man rub against his leg. He can feel some unknown gesture made in how Uncle Mark shakes his arm.  The older male continues, “You did really good. You want to get some sleep? We can try some more stuff tomorrow?”

	“Okay,” Derek mutters, before peeking over his shoulder at the white rabbit. Douglas leans forward to plant a little kiss on the side of his head before retreating.

	“Hey, we aren’t exactly in any condition to be walking out of here,” a voice says, the tired cub ignoring it while he nuzzles into his uncle’s body. It smelled like sweat, a weaker version of the con floor.

	“Handle it in the bathroom. Quietly. We have him a couple more days. He can learn about reciprocation tomorrow.”