It was Christmas morning, and Tristan was awake in his room. He got up earlier than he usually did so that he could get a jump on the list of things he needed to do. The first on the list was was to immediately change out of his squishy, wet overnight diaper. Usually his mom took care of this and then punished the chronic wetter, but Tristan wanted to give her the day off. Unfortunately he knew she wanted him punished for the smelly diaper, so after removing it and letting it fall to the floor with a cushy *splat* he lifted it up and set it down on the bed he’d just made with his pink Disney princess sheets. He laid it out on display with the plastic side down, grabbed his phone and eventually mustered the nerve to take a picture of it. He sent the picture to a woman named Janie, an aspiring pro dom and one of Kara’s friends. Tristan wrote out a text message. “Morning, Miss Janie. I was bad and wet my diaper. Will you please punish me when you come over today?” Send.

The kit exhaled after the message was delivered like an arrow just released from the bow. It was irrevocable, so Tristan just went forward and lay out a crinkly plastic white diaper and carefully placed a booster inside. He powdered up and taped himself shut, though the fit wasn’t as good as when someone else did it for him. He sat down at his vanity and turned on the lights when he heard his phone vibrate. He checked it out, and Janie told him to take a selfie with the diaper in the background and send it to her. The kit groaned a bit miserably before doing that, lining up the shot to show his face along with the diaper he drenched. Click. Send.

The young puppy sat back down and examined his facial features before carefully applying makeup. He was still not fully trained, so he took longer than most to accomplish less than most. The liquid eyeliner was important though because it would be running numerous times that day, he knew. He did that and lashes, eye shadow, blush, and lipstick. He examined himself again and felt like he was ready to get dressed in his tight fitting French maid outfit to begin his chores.

He slipped on his heels and started to walk out of his room, the sound alerting his husband, the family pet. Rex, a two hundred pound bear-hunting dog, met the kit halfway up the stairs and knocked him over playfully before giving the kit sloppy wet kisses on the mouth until Tristan slipped out from under him. The fox would have stayed there after having the wind knocked out of him if not for the fact that he needed to make breakfast. He went into the kitchen to make some french toast and bacon. He placed that on a tray along with a Christmas card with the words “To the number one mommy, Merry Christmas! Love, your sissy faggot daughter.” He brought the tray to his mom’s nightstand, gave her a hug, and left to do the rest of his to-do list.

That’s when there was a knock at the door. Tristan answered it, and standing past the threshold was a 5’10” Labrador woman in an ugly red and green sweater and a long skirt. It was Janie. The kit barely got a “Merry” out before the lab’s paw shot out and backhanded the child in the ear, eliciting a yelp. The kit put his paws up to protect himself, but they were swatted away before nine more dizzying thwomps around the kit’s face and head landed. Janie could hit, so Tristan found himself stumbling down until he was grabbed by his long blond hair he had and lifted back up to his feet.
“Merry Christmas, sissy.” She said with a grin. “Go out to my car and take the stuff out of the back seat. We’re going to be using all of that tonight. I’m going to go change and prep your punishment. Have you set up the cameras yet?”

The kit noticed he was tearing up and looked down to see she brought her rottweiler and had a standard size gym bag slung over her shoulder. He could only imagine what was inside. Tristan felt his ears pin down as he replied. “I uh just got done making breakfast for Mommy.” He explained, “I haven’t had a chance to put up the cameras.”

“Haven’t had a chance? That’s no excuse. You were here all night!” The dog exclaimed as she walked inside, tolerating none of the child’s failings, even if that meant he was expected to wake up even earlier to place each camera.

The kit bit his lip and his tail tucked between his legs. “Sorry Miss Janie. I didn’t put up the cameras.”

“So now?” The lab asked with a narrow lip and her arms crossed, her forearms pushing up against her sweater front and d-cup breasts. She counted the seconds before the sissy did as he was supposed to do. One, two, three…

“Will you please punish me for that?” The boy asked with a pouty expression.

“Are you having trouble asking for your punishments?” She prodded him.

He quickly shook his head with his big beautiful blue eyes wide. “No, Miss Janie. I’m not having trouble. I just have a lot on my mind. I uh I promise I’ll remember.”

Janie scoffed and exhaled as she moved her paws to her hips and leaned to the side. She smiled a bit warmly, taking on a less hostile stance for the boy. “That sounds unlikely, little one. I tell you what, for today you don’t have to ask to be punished, but you’ll have an extra bad punishment later. I won’t tell you what it is, but trust me, you’ll hate it.”

The kit nodded reluctantly, looking on the bright side that at least he wouldn’t have to ask for what was bound to happen anyway. “Deal.” He looked to the canine. This earned him a slap to the muzzle that made him gasp and pout his lips. “What did I do?” He cried out as he brought his paw to his nose.

“That wasn’t a proposition. I don’t need you to approve my plan for you. Now go out and get the things from my car. I expect you in your room in no less than eight minutes. I’m going to change and set up a camera in your room, you're welcome.” She snapped her fingers and pointed forward, looking to her own fat rottweiler. “Bruiser, in. Good boy.”

The kit went out in his diaper, heels, and french maid uniform and started making several trips with bags and boxes into the house and into the open living room next to the Christmas tree in the corner. Meanwhile Janie called out to Kara, letting her know she was there and that she hoped the mom didn’t mind if she borrowed the bathroom to change her outfit.

Minutes later Tristan cleared out the back seat and went to stand in his bedroom. He heard footsteps to his room until Janie appeared in his doorway. She was dressed in a bright red garment leather two piece covering her crotch and holding her breasts up close to her body. She wore matching elbow length latex arm stockings and leg stockings that hugged up to her mid thigh. The cherry on top was her domino mask she made custom for herself. It was all elegant but intimidating. Tristan didn’t want to cross her before, but less so now.

She carried in her bag and sniffed the air as the pungent aroma of fox urine was something she was unaccustomed to. “It stinks in here.” She said as an observation before grabbing the mobile changing table. She wheeled it over to the center of the room and commanded Tristan to get onto it, which he did. While he did, the lab set up a camera so it was pointing down at the table from behind and opened up her bag. It contained the clothes she came in with and also a sealed container which sort of resembled a five quart ice cream bucket. It was warm to the touch since it was surrounded by a battery powered heating pad. The fluid was murky and amber, just over a gallon of warm piss.

Tristan saw this and immediately recognizing what it was. What made it worse was he saw Janie’s tail wag when his ears pinned back. He could cry thinking she relished in his suffering. Next she taken out of the bag was a ten ounce needleless syringe and a coil of black rope. The rope was the first thing for the woman to use after turning on the camera. She ordered the sissy boy on all fours and then grabbed his paws and brought his wrists to the small of his back. Tristan’s chest was off the table, so the weight of the kit’s upper body was supported by his arms. The lab deftly bound his wrists and began to wrap around his arms as well, creating a braided arm sheath that would no doubt keep his elbows straight and close together. Each harsh tug meant a little more tension on his shoulders and a grunt from the little sissified kit.

“Get used to this. You’re going to be in it for a good long while.” Janie told the boy.

“But M-miss Janie, I still have to clean up the house!” He protested. It only earned him a good hard tug as the woman prepared to make a knot close to where the tricep meets the deltoid.

“You’ll still be able to, trust me.” She let the kit’s chest down on the mat and gave his golden hair a stroke. Tristan had to admit he enjoyed the sensation of the latex glove and ended up arching his face up higher to feel that material against it. He got a little more than he bargained for when the lab grabbed his face and brought it back down onto the mat with his cool wet nose just touching it. She knelt down and stared at him or rather the top of his head. “Stay.” She said so close to him that he could feel the breath on his ears. The kit obliged, wanting this to be done so he could move on to other things. Janie was aware of the busy schedule they would have to meet today, but that didn’t mean the little bitch would get off easy.

She moved behind the child and lifted up his skirt and resting it over his back. She reached under him and removed his diaper, setting it aside completely. “No more of these, Tristan. Not today. We’re not going to discourage our guests by having something in the way of your ass. You understand?”

“Yes Miss Janie.” Tristan replied, not knowing what he would do if he accidentally wet. Would it just dribble on the carpet? He didn’t know, and the woman didn’t offer any words of advice either. She just lifted the fox’s tail high and spread his butt cheeks, which again was something Tristan secretly liked since he was being touched with those latex wrapped paws. His anus had some learned elasticity from Rex mostly, which Janie was happy for since that would make this part of the punishment easier for her to perform.

“Mommy must be so proud that you’re such an attentive wife.” Janie chuckled before moving her paws to the container and twisting the lid off. There was a bit of air just aching to escape, and when it did, the acrid piss vapor permeated the room. Tristan’s natural instinct was that it was offensive because not only was it liquid waste but it was that of a breed of dog which used to hunt foxes like him. In a sense the smell was a harbinger of death which made him whimper.

Janie chuckled some more and decided to have a little fun with this as she filled the large glass syringe with warm piss and slid the tapered end into his rectum. “And you’re lucky to have him too, after all the times you’ll cheat on him with complete strangers.”

“Wait, what?” Tristan asked before he felt a rush of the piss when Janie hammered the plunger forward.

“Oh yes. Hold that in. We’ve just started. But yes, I put out an open invite for men to come over.” She again positioned the wet tip inside the shaking cub’s rump. “Real discrete, their identities will be a secret. And you know what? My invite has been met *shove* with interest *shove*.”

“Nnnnnah!” The sissy cried out as the lab drew out the last word of what she said. He was starting to feel the effect of the pressure, but ready or not, here came a third and a fourth injection. His stomach was starting to descend while Janie swirled the fluid around with the tip of the syringe.

“By the way, this isn’t just mine. I don’t normally go this much even in the morning. Not even close. I needed help from the rest of my family, and they know what it’s for. They were more than happy to hydrate really well last night to make sure you had the maximum volume. My daughters even signed a card that came along with this while they squatted over the bowl.” She pushed another load of warm urine into the fox butt, which was starting to quiver with the pressure. “But by far the top contributor was Bruiser. He must have known something was up because he spent most of the day near his water bowl. He insisted on making his mark and a good half gallon of this is his. I’m honestly jealous.” She sounded cheerful about this, but when she poked the child’s rump again with the tip of the syringe, some of what was inside the boy dribbled out. “Oh, well maybe I brought too much. It’s okay. There’s always something to do with piss when it comes to a little sissy like you.”

“C-can I please move?” Tristan asked.

“Oh no no no! Heaven’s no. We’re just done with the pee right now, but you won’t learn anything if we just fill you up and immediately drain you. No, you need to be plugged.” With that the woman reached into her bag for her final torture device. It was a hybrid of a long veiny dog dildo and a butt plug. Where a knot normally would be was a 35 degree taper until the base of the toy. She knew of the pressure in the kit’s rump, but was also aware she could fit the toy inside, with a little pain.

Tristan fought his bonds when he felt that massive dog dildo slid past his wet sphincter and barged inside him, displacing fluid that was already there and forcing it even deeper. Janie noticed the sun peaking out through the window and became acutely aware of the time. She would have to get creative if all the chores were to be done. She shoved the rest of that toy into the puppy a little faster than she wanted to, and then stroked the little one’s face and neck and shoulders as she helped him off the table and onto the floor. She cooed to help take the edge off the intense pain as she walked the whimpering, shaking sissy out of the room.

She couldn’t be too comforting though. After all, he was being punished. “I know it hurts, but that’s what you get for wetting your bed all the time.”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Miss Janie.” The boy said as he marched on to wherever they were going. They found themselves in the kitchen and Tristan placed in front of a sink full of dirty dishes. He got the hint, but lifted his arms to remind the woman he was tied up. She anticipated this and turned on the water for him just after placing the camera down on the counter which was still running from the bedroom. Next thing she did was place a scrub brush handle in the boy’s mouth added soap to the water. Tristan pinned his ears back and blushed deeply as he bobbed his head and set out to scrub every plate, cup, knife, spoon and fork with a little assistance from Janie while stepping up onto the little stool only large enough for him to barely stand with his heels on.

“I know you’re sorry, sissy, but you need to be sorrier. You’re not going to learn to hold your bladder if you don’t associate wetting with feeling bad.” She said as she again lifted the fox’s tail up as well as his skirt. The black, circular base of the toy could be seen stretching out the lit’s anus. “And I’m not just saying that because I’m a huge fan of your kinderpain and kinderbeast videos. I’m saying it as a parent too. You’ll be glad your mommy cared enough to make you feel this bad when you live the rest of your life without diapers like everyone else.” While Tristan worked, his body tried to push the toy out until his pucker hurt too badly, then he would relax and allow the toy back deeper inside until the pressure got to him. It was an unconscious behavior that meant his own body was making him fuck himself.

When the kit moved on to rinsing the dishes, Janie ran her paw over the tail she was lifting up and reached with her other paw to that rump. She placed the tail into the boy’s paws, told him to hold onto it as she took a few steps back to admire the picture. It was delicious, and she would enjoy the final stages of his punishment. She brought a paw back and leaned forward as she smacked one of his ass cheeks so hard he spat out the water sprayer he was rinsing with. He yelped and leaned forward to take the sprayer in his mouth again. He felt a smack on the other cheek, but he didn’t let go or stop doing his job. He soldiered on while he took swat after stinging swat until he felt a spank hit right on the toy. That’s when the kit fell down from the stool and onto the floor.

He whimpered helplessly, some soap suds on his muzzle as he struggled to stand back up. That was okay with Janie as she saw an opportunity and gave a little kick to that plug. The kit begged for mercy now, which was the first time he did that morning. She’d seen that face before in videos, but those were always so short. Today would be a marathon, and by its definition punishing. If she was completely relentless, he might not last until the party.

“Okay, just one more thing, and I think you learned your lesson...for now.” the lab told him. He breathed a heartfelt thank you before he was helped to his feet again. She held his muzzle in her latex clad paw and looked at him. “You think about this every night before you go to sleep so that you remember to go to the bathroom.” With that she cocked back her paw and started to punch his stomach, each time trying to strike the dildo as well. The kit tried to get away as he whined, which started to annoy the woman. She wrapped her paw around his muzzle and held it shut, muting him. “Stop making noise, sissy.” She commanded before hammering the kit once more with her fist right in the solar plexus.

There was a moment of flinching and quivering and fear as she held him still. His tears made his eyeliner run. Janie slowly exhaled, knowing she had to let up even if she was really enjoying herself. She wiped away a tear. “There you go, now you’re sorry enough.” She heard her phone go off in the other room with her gym bag and looked back to the kit. She reached for the camera and stopped the recording before leading Tristan back up to his bathroom, the one without a door. There the lab allowed the uncomfortable sissy to sit down with his bare rump on not the toilet seat but the cool, hard bowl itself. Tristan was tense as he held up his skirt with his teeth, so she had him lean back against the tank and helped him relax by caressing the side of his face and neck. She noticed how untarnished he was so far and grinned knowingly as she reached her other paw between the kit’s thighs. He appeared to settle down until the woman accidentally grazed his small ballsack with her latex wrapped inner forearm. The young fox made a soft groan that could have been pain or pleasure, and Janie looked up in time to see his ears raise gently from their submissive posture and the corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly.

‘Oh Tristan, you’re not so innocent.’ she thought to herself with devious thoughts. She took a hold of that toy and pulled on it deliberately, overcoming the retaining force of the kit’s anus with the widest part before pulling the base forward toward the front of the toilet bowl to keep from dunking her paw in the water. It made the toy curl hard against the back of Tristan’s anus, rubbing hard against that area. There was a rising groan of relief as the long silicone dog cock slid out of his anus until the tip popped out with a wet slop. Tristan’s tail tip started to wag as he felt a warm, wide stream of his enema punched right through the surface of the water. Janie watched as his toes clenched and unclenched while his tummy slowly deflated.

“Thank you, Miss Janie!” Tristan said earnestly.

“Don’t thank me just yet, little girl. You’re very behind on your chores, but because this is so important for your mom, I have an idea to convince your more discrete guests to finish your housework for you.” She stood in a confident power stance, hands on hips and feet shoulder width apart. “When you are done purging what my daughters and I have generously given to you will wash this plug and then change out of that work uniform and into something much more revealing and slutty. No diapers. No panties. Do you understand me?”

The kit nodded as he felt the last of the warm, amber enema leave his body. He blushed with the hem of his skirt still in his mouth but felt much more comfortable now. Janie took him at his word this time and untied his arms. The young cub’s snow white fur was matted down in the rope pattern for a moment, until Tristan stretched his arms out and brought his paws around front where it was much more comfortable. Janie left him to his task but quickly swung into his room to grab her gym bag, checking her phone. It was a man that didn’t want to give up his real name, but asked to be called by Joe. He said he was there on the porch.

Realizing he’d been waiting for a few minutes, she went to open the door for him. In the time she took, Joe texted again asking to confirm the address and another text came in from a second child fucking lone ranger who dropped his plans for this opportunity. While anonymous parties gave their replies of interest, Tristan was just getting finished washing his hands after meticulously washing the firm silicone dildo plug. He placed it down on its base on the counter next to his toothbrush and went into his room. After he undressed completely, he followed Janie’s monochrome scheme and put on a violet microskirt and matching tank top so form fitting that he zipped himself up into it. The garment showed off his midriff in stark contrast with his fur. He put his heels back on and touched up his lips with a little gloss to give them a tempting sheen. He went over to his vanity and reached into one of his drawers for a part of his outfit he had a little bias towards, which was a long stem, extra large strawberry flavored sucker. It was pink and round and gave Tristan a slow release of sugar that would help calm his nerves and have him focus. There was a stipulation though because he was only allowed to use this particular thing if he also tied his hair up in pigtails, which he set about doing.
While the sissy fuckster was getting dressed, so were the few guests at the house who didn’t want to be identified. They were offered masks, hoods, and shrouds as needed to conceal their faces. After that the only thing they would be known by is how they came dressed, their species, and their gender. There were four men there. The first Tristan noticed was a spry looking brown rabbit judging from the teardrop tail and the ears that flopped over the sides of his hood. His outfit was faux military with the treated black leather boots, riggers belt, and a long sleeve workers button up with breast pockets. On its own it didn’t look menacing, but it also didn’t look like he would sing the national anthem if asked.

Next Tristan noticed a built looking snow leopard helping lay down a thick clear plastic sheet over the carpeted floor along with a grey bottlenose dolphin who looked quite comfortable in his sporty sweatpants and jogging hoodie. Tristan figured the dolphin was looking forward to the events of the day from the way the his shaft descended halfway to his knee through one of his pants legs. The erection lifted the light cotton fabric in a way that left little to the imagination. The fourth and last person the boy noticed as he walked into the room was a black bear and didn’t have on much as far as head coverings. The ursine faced away from everyone else, giving tristan a good view of his toned rump framed by his leather biker chaps. He was using a disposable brush to dust the entertainment system.

The young fox also saw the bear was having to readjust his mask near constantly, sighing in suppressed frustration that he couldn’t make it fit. Tristan approached and noticed something else about the bear as he came to his side. Either this man found a way to burn body fat exclusively to all parts of him except for his chest or he had tits. Upon further inspection the kit realized he...she had a bra on and had a sizable package between her legs. She was a shemale, and Tristan didn’t know why it was making him so confused. After all he was well aware as a sissy he was a fly in the ointment of gender roles. It’s just that while the little cub was made to feel ashamed of his identity, the bear seemed for the most part normal...aside from celebrating Christmas with strangers for a beat up gang bang of a child.

Tristan realized he’d been standing still and staring when he heard the bear clear her throat. “Do you look at your mother that way, you little brat?” She said in the most calm voice she could muster while still being reprimanding.

Tristan looked up to her face as she was adjusting the mask again. “Yes Miss.” He admitted his bad behavior. “I do.”

“Huh.” She nodded as she paused her dusting for a moment. “I wondered why you needed to be treated so bad, but I think I’m catching on now. So what is it? Went through your mom’s hamper hoping to find some panties she’d worn?”

Tristan gasped. “No Miss! Mommy would kill me!”

“But if she wouldn’t, you would? If you knew you could get away with it you’d inhale until they ran out of crotch smell, would you?” The kit whimpered and bit his lip, not giving much of a response. “I thought so. A kid like you ought to know about consequences. When I was growing up there was a colt who lived near me who would push me off the swings and onto the dirt and laugh about it. I was told that he did all of this because he liked me, which was weird, but not as weird as when I caught him in the locker room at school, the girl’s locker room, in my purse. The prick had a jar of his own sperm open and dipping my tampons inside of it, thinking I would just use them without realizing anything was up.” The kit was horrified and leaned to one side as he looked at nothing in particular. The bear sighed again and adjusted her mask. She continued in a gentler tone. “It was twelve years before I saw him again, on furlife. A kid like you might not know about it, but then again you might. He sent me a message saying he wanted to get together and ‘reminisce on the fun times we had.’ He included a picture of his cock too, ya know, like a real grown up gentleman.” She scoffed and put her brush down for a moment before opening the fly on her jeans. It made the boy blush even deeper as the bear continued. “Long story short, I met up with him and it didn’t turn out the way he must have planned.” The bear then revealed her own flaccid horse cock for Tristan. “This was his, but now it’s mine, and now I can beat him four times a day if I want if you know what I mean. I bet even now he’s cursing me saying I made him less of a man, but you know what? I just made the outside match the inside. Consequences.”

The kit didn’t know what to say. He held his paws up to his chest in limbo because he wanted to hug her to cheer her up while he also figured he might anger her further. “I’m sorry for what happened to you, Miss.” She glanced over to the boy, but nothing was clear about what that meant. She began to tuck her penis back into her pants until she decided to adjust her mask once more. “Miss, it’s okay if you don’t want to wear it. I don’t think I would recognize you, and you don’t have to tell anyone your name.” She tilted her head and brought both paws up to her face to undo the mask entirely. She looked to the kit, her appearance revealed. Tristan’s tail wagged as he took her in. “You look really pretty, Miss.”

She smiled a toothy grin as she put her paws on the kit’s shoulders and slid them up his neck to lift his chin up. “You’re also very pretty.” She moved a paw from his neck to his face and balled up a fist, pressing against his cheek bone some with her knuckles. “But I plan on making you much, much prettier.”

“Yes, miss.” The lily fox’s lip quivered before he was let go. He got a mere four steps away when he felt his hair being yanked back. He yipped as he thought it was the biker bear again, but it turned out to be Janie scolding him for wearing heels and walking on the plastic. She drug the kit, who was now apologizing profusely, to the loveseat that hadn’t been covered yet and bent him over her thighs. With a gloved paw on the nape of his neck pinning him down, Tristan assumed he would be feeling a hard spank, but what he didn’t anticipate after the woman pulled his heels off his feet she would use one of them as his punishment implement. The reinforced steel shank in the heel of the shoe was repeatedly slapped against the guilty child’s naked rump, again and again in full view of the working strangers.

Small circular dark bruises peppered the boy’s ass under his fur wherever the heel landed which was much to the enjoyment of everyone there. The discipline dealing dog began to pant with how actively she was swatting that rear and evenly distributing the dots of pure, bawling pain. The black lab reared her paw back to welt the squirming, panting sissy even harder when she heard her phone go off. She looked at the message and helped the cub to his feet. “That’s all for now. Go upstairs and come back down with some flats on. I know you have red platforms.”

“Yes, Miss Janie.” Tristan sniffed before taking his heels and limping away to his bedroom. While he was up there, he wiped his eyes with a tissue and reapplied eyeliner, then remembering this was going to be a reoccurring thing, he stowed a few tissues and the makeup inside a slide open compartment built into the red platforms that didn’t match the rest of his outfit. To help that out, the kit wrapped a couple sets of red bows in his hair, gathering those golden pigtails in two more places each, and crowned the ensemble with a violet choker with slots for him to run a red ribbon through.

As he examined himself in the vanity, he remembered Janie didn’t give him a time limit. Maybe it didn’t come to mind, but it gave Tristan the impression there was nothing all that urgent for him to do. The sun was already much higher in the sky. He looked out to where the warm, golden light was coming through the window and then noticed the back yard. There were so many dogs! Six of them from what he could tell including his husband Rex and Bruiser. Along with them was Janie and his mom Kara as well as a select few of her friends that weren’t busy with anything else today.

All were fans of his videos. He knew because when he asked Janie for help with the guest list, that was a deciding factor. He recognized most of them, but as he was trying to identify the ones he was having trouble with, he rested his chin on his paws as he leaned against a big pink plastic toy box. His eyes closed and he dozed off for a good while, drooling a bit as he completely lost track of time.

He felt a sudden pain in his neck and him being lifted up. The sun moved above the window. “Don’t keep us waiting, whore.” It was the raspy, smoker’s voice of the six foot two snow leopard as he turned the boy around and set him back down.

Tristan could see the man’s tent in his pants, and as the pansy apologized and reached out for the feline’s fly to relieve the pressure, the kit’s paws were swatted away. “Come on whore, we didn’t just set up those cameras downstairs for you to slut it up in your own stinky fuckin bedroom.” The boy took the hint and led the way downstairs where it seemed all the other guests and strangers were conversing and waiting.

“Don’t worry.” Tristan overheard a conversation. “Food trucks have come a long way.”

“They so haven’t. They’re the same way they were when I was a kid. There’s one that stops by my work, and my colleagues go there because they forgot to bring a lunch because it would have been better.”

“Or they didn’t make a lunch because the food is that good. You gotta- Oh! there’s our little cock slut.” A male tiger stopped his conversation and turned his head to exclaim this. Tristan saw that more festive decorations were around the living room. Crimson ribbons and green wreaths changed the atmosphere of the place. A few snack trays were laid out, and Kara was sitting near the burning youlog in the hearth while a bubbly white ferret generously poured red wine into a couple solo cups for the two of them. Many people seemed to be doing the same thing, one of the boxes the boy carried in was opened with bottles of wine, and a box to save a little cash, and solo cups abound. The kit could also see some stockings hung with names written in sharpie, some names were simply “special guest” for those who didn’t have names for the day.

“Pain slut!” Someone added.

Piss slut!” Came a third.

There was laughter as the dressed up arctic fox cub stepped into the middle of the room with many eyes on his form. He was about to greet the group when someone piped up. “I’m surprised no one has said ‘dog slut’ yet.” It was the voice of a pudgy, kind of geeky mouse woman in her mid forties named Rose. There was a unanimous low rumble of agreement.

Tristan looked to his mom who he hoped was enjoying her holiday and wagged his tail. He tried to convey with his eyes that he wanted her to enjoy herself at this party. “Turn around, sexy!” The nameless bunny called out. Tristan broke eye contact with his mom to give a little twirl. There was a little cheering, and the sissy wanted to get the show on the road.

“Anyone wanna fuck?” He asked openly yet bashfully. His smile was a bit nervous as for a moment people looked at each other. The person that told him to turn around raised his paw high. The kit was relieved and approached the masked rabbit who was sitting down on the couch. There was chatter around the room, and it was not clear what how the rabbit felt about it as he only moved slightly in response. Tristan climbed up onto the couch and then onto the bunny’s lap before resting his warm and still very sore rump down on the tent in the faux military dressed lapine’s crotch. It caused a stir of chuckles and whistles as the boy teased the rabbit and rocked his hips back and forth.

The bunny reached out a paw uncertainly, prompting Tristan to place his own paw on his forearm leading a paw digit into his warm wet mouth. “Oh fuck.” The stranger breathed while his entertainment lavished but one finger with his tongue’s attention. After a moment the kit slid the finger out of his mouth and brought his paws to the stranger’s mask. It earned him a kneejerk punch to the rib cage that made Tristan grunt, but he leaned in still as he uncovered the lapine assailant's lips and kissed them tenderly. The two began to make out, now understanding what the other’s intentions were, and the rabbit brought his paws below the kit’s skirt and squeezed his rump, unintentionally awakening the pain of earlier’s bruising. In squeezing he parted the boy’s cheeks and showed off his stretchy butthole.

The bunny pushed his head forward and fought with the boy vixen’s mouth for a moment before grunting and huffing. He grabbed the boy by the throat but didn’t choke him. He just broke the wet french kiss and used his other paw to lower his mask again. “Suck my dick.” He said directly. The kit obliged with a nod and a ‘yes mister’ before sliding down the lapine’s thighs. The stranger undid his riggers belt and the buttons on his pants before sliding the waist down along with his underwear. His schlong was already so hard it sprang up and flicked a few drops of bunny precum in Tristan’s direction. There was a red panda, fully clothed with a camera in paw getting a closeup shot as the first dick of the day entered the kit’s muzzle.

The smooth shaft was curved upward and tended to poke the roof of the kit’s mouth while he bobbed his head on that dick. It was a good warmup for him as well as everyone else it seemed as a few took off their pants to stroke themselves free and hard. “Holy shit, his mom’s just gonna let this happen?” “Fuck yeah. It’s so sick.” More chatter and moans were in the room, and while the red panda was interested in that, he held out a mic to catch the sucking sounds. He seemed happy with the way things were going and held his equipment steady.

After a few minutes of Tristan kneeling on the floor sucking a stranger’s cock, that stranger brought his paw to the back of the sissy’s head and held it down with a pleased groan. “Oh fuck yeah. Deeper you little twat.” Tristan’s ears pinned back as he blushed and felt his nose press up against the bunny’s pelvis. The rabbit didn’t let up for a while, but when he did he stood up and lifted the kit up off the floor with his own pigtails. Tristan quivered in pain and had his eyes wide open. He was let there to dangle for a little bit before being placed on his feet and forced back on the bunny’s dick again. There was some huffing from the man as he held onto the kit’s ears and started to pound his hips into the boy. The panda shifted to get a better view and also to capture those rhythmic wet slurping and furry hips slapping against furry snout.

Tristan was clearly not in control anymore, which he anticipated but didn’t know when that point would come. The snow leopard knelt behind the boy and lifted the fox’s fluffy tail in the air. He slapped a paw against the child’s rump for a muffled yip before sliding his paw over to prod the little one’s anus with his thumb. The feline was testing the waters and managed to get the entire digit inside without any trouble. Tristan curled his toes as the snow mew slid his thumb out partially and brought his other paw down, slapping the other cheek before parting that anal door with a lusty purr. He lined up his barbed cock with that hole and lifted his hips up to sink inside. The bunny hadn’t changed his moments at yet, but he slowed down after the feline was half hilted and lifted the kit off his feet by the tail while standing to fully hilt the bitch.

The abused child reached forward and placed his soft paws on the buck’s hips to steady himself while boy’s legs and platform flats kicked lightly to find ground and ease the dull pain on his scalp and base of his tail. The two fuckers started to thrust inside and groaned happily though it seemed like the bunny couldn’t take any more. His paws gripped hard around the boy’s head as he started to orgasm, the kick of the cock pulses flicking against the roof of Tristan’s mouth before flooded flooding it with slimy, white rabbit sauce. It had the consistency of egg drop soup, and Tristan screwed up his face from the oddly briney flavor. He held the jizz in his mouth thinking the man would pull out and let the fox show off his prize, but the buck just thrust idly, much softer than moments before. Alas, the kit had to swallow and leave only the ever so slightly tingling residue on his delicate tongue, but at least there was a little bit coming out the corners of his mouth to show he was being good despite being held up by his hair and tail.

The dolphin approached the front side of the boy with his long, glistening shaft in hand. He patted on the bunny’s shoulder and took a hold of the sissy’s shoulders while the man reluctantly surrendered his post. Tristan panted and opened his eyes while the second blowjob began, with a much longer cock this time. “I’m gonna just fuckin murder that throat of yours, bitch.” He said before plunging himself inside with a sloppy thrust and a panicked, muffled mumble from Tristan. While the feline at his backside liked to make fast, hard thrusts that made his barbed dick rake against the fox’s insides, the dolphin preferred to treat his bitch to a slow facefuck with a long stride. Meanwhile the snow leopard let out a deep groan and announced he was getting close. The panda calmly maneuvered to get a close shot of the backside of the feline to see the pink flesh enter Tristan’s ass. The feline’s body tensed up and he started grunting hard with his final thrusts. He made a fist punched the boy in the back repeatedly and deeply enjoyed the muffled shouts of protest and pain while he growled and ejaculated into the eight year old.

Once the cat was done, he pulled out right away and let go of his tail. Tristan dropped to the floor and fell off the dolphin’s cock, only to be forced into a kneeling position so the dolphin could piston that throat some more. While the facefuck continued, Tristan brought his paw to his sides as close to his hurting place as he could reach. Tears flowed from his eyes again and made his eyeliner run in little streams. It seemed like the dolphin was taking forever to cum since Tristan was kneeling for such a long time that one of his legs fell asleep. A few people noticed the black bear’s throbbing horse cock erection and mentioned Tristan’s ass was free and probably well lubricated and stretched from the cock before. The biker waved off the invitation and grinned as she circled a finger around the tip of her amazingly hard dick.

While Tristan was taking his little sissynap, the bear talked to a few other people about her horse cock, though not so much the circumstances that lead up to her getting it. She called it a transplant. She was well aware she didn’t have the heart of a horse to use a full horse cock, so she asked for it to be shortened to the point where she could make that thing rock hard without too much trouble. It resulted in a seven inch billy club that stuck straight out when erect. The balls were another story as they hung like grapefruits between her legs. She just let them hang down onto the plastic covered chair she was sitting in, taking another sip of wine from her solo cup and watching the show. She thought to herself ‘I truly must be Dionysos right now.’ with the view of the boy being muzzle raped while gooey cum oozes out of his gaping rear.

The bear’s horse dick twitched and pulsed as she saw the dolphin’s muscles tense. The man pulled out to stroke himself with one hand while the other gripped Tristan’s aching jaw hard so that he was unable to close his mouth. The man made an almost comical dolphin noise as he aimed for the boy’s tongue and started to spray jets of watery cum into Tristan’s muzzle. The little one’s face was already filled with discomfort, but the flavor of that cum seemed to raise the hurt he was in to another level. It made him gag, but deciding he was going to be a good boy he didn’t spit it out. That’s not to say there was nothing coming out his mouth. There just wasn’t enough room for it all, and Tristan held out his paws to catch the drippy runoff.

He turned his head to show off, and as he closed his mouth there was a suggestion thrown out there. It was from a twelve year old skunk boy, son of a skunk man who couldn’t find a babysitter. “Hey faggot! Gargle!” The kit felt incredibly embarrassed and flattened his ears hard before slowly opening his mouth again, tilting his head back, and gargling the slippery jizz like it was mouthwash. “What a slut!” The skunk boy laughed. His father chuckled along but shushed while pouring more wine for him and bringing a tray of salty snacks close. Once they were distracted with themselves the kit closed his mouth again and made a loud gulp. He looked to his mom meekly with a gentle tail wag and panted with his muzzle splattered with spooge and lifting his paws to his mouth to clean off the slime that made it there. The dolphin chuckled. “Don’t worry, there’s much more where that came from.”

Tristan looked to Janie as he pulled a tissue from his shoe. “Miss Janie, can we play one of the games now?”

The woman smiled. “I think that’s a splendid idea, but it’s your party. What game will we all play, little one?”

Tristan thought. “How about the iky one?”

“Sure, we’ll play that one then. Why don’t you tell everyone how to play while I get the potty pole.” One of the guests looked confused and mouthed the words “potty pole” questioningly while looking around.

Tristan cleared his throat and stood up with wobbling knees. “Everyone! Real quick! Let’s play “Don’t Spill the Salt!” He seemed to catch everyone’s interest. The lab worked with an adjustable brass post with a white plastic toilet seat tilted just slightly forward. “It’s a lot like Jenga. Everyone takes a turn and risks losing on that turn. At first it’s easy, but as time goes on, it gets harder.” Everyone seemed to understand so far. Janie beckoned the kit and placed him in a kneeling position again while the woman lowered the seat so the edge was level with the lowest point on his ears. Tristan bit his lip as he continued to explain just how his guests were going to make him super nauseous. It was kind of a hard thing to go through with. He looked for his mom in the crowd hopefully while he went on. “Okay, so everyone gets in line and when it’s your turn you piss in my mouth.” The next part of the bondage setup were brass paw cuffs and chains that clicked shut around the kit’s ankles and wrists behind the pole. “It can be a little or a lot. Every time you take a turn and you can pee in my mouth, you get a point. But if you pee in my mouth and I throw up, you lose two points.” He gulped as he saw people look to each other. It was a tad easier to tell the stranger’s expressions since they all lifted their masks up slightly to breathe easier. “So you can still win even if you make me barf once as long as you can keep taking turns. Oh, also if you’re the last one who can pee, you have to finish.”

“Comfy?” The dog asked with a grin.before resting the bowl end of a funnel on the child’s head like a dunce cap and a plastic garbage pail in front of him. People were already getting ready. After all, they’d drunk enough wine and beer that they all needed to have a good piss and couldn’t wait to play “Don’t spill the salt.” In no time they got in order and started the game. The red panda was still fully clothed and still diligently filming the event up close. After the arctic fox kit got his first swallow of warm, bitter pee, keeping his mouth open became hard to do. He did comply though as each player treated him to their urine in various ways and quantities. Some used the funnel, and some did not, though it seemed like aim was an issue with some folks. The rapid yellowing of the arctic fox’s face fur was enough evidence of that. Tristan was already shivering and close to the verge of not being able to hold back his stomach when the two skunks stepped up like a father and son team.

“You think we can lose this game, Dad?”

“Oh yeah, we’re not winning this one. Good thing we don’t want to, right son?”

“Right!” With that two streams shot right at the back of Tristan’s throat and immediately made the kit gag. His stomach convulsed as the two watched his face in glee of his disgust. “Get ready to step back now. This one’s gonna be a geyser.” Sure enough the kit would lose it, his stomach clenching hard as he leaned his head down and blessed the pail with his amber vomit. It didn’t stop the skunks as they attacked him with their hot, nasty streams from both sides of his muzzle only to have it cascade down the boy’s chin and dribble from his lips into the pail with gentle trickling sounds.

There were some who were disappointed and wondered if they could piss in his mouth if they still needed to. The ferret woman carefully lifted the kit’s face back up and placed the narrow end of the funnel in his muzzle for her second turn. She played conservatively and only allowed herself to squat and fill his muzzle three quarters of the way. The kit held the acrid nectar in his mouth for a moment so he could catch his breath with his nose. It stunk terribly where he was, and his stomach was still feeling pretty awful, but at least not nearly as bad as before. He eventually swallowed and the game went on. Slowly but surely the number of players dwindled, and another loss was suffered.

A male tiger was the last one to take a turn, and to stay in the lead he controlled his stream. He carefully gauged the kit's facial expression to see when it was safe to fill his muzzle again. It was a tie between him and a timberwolf. If the tiger could manage to empty the last of his bladder into the kit's mouth without having him puke again he would be the winner, but if he couldn't he would lose to Rob the wolf. The feline was very hopeful as he trickled his last into the kit's mouth and watched him swallow without too much trouble. He was ready to raise up his paws and declare himself the winner when Tristan's eyes opened so wide they nearly popped out of his skull. His body just wouldn't have that tiger piss remain in his stomach, and so the boy looked down once more into the garbage can pail which needed to be dumped down the toilet once already. Tristan tasted that disgusting blend of salty, bitter urine once more as it ran over his tongue and gushed from his open mouth into the pail with a splash. This time nothing remained in his stomach as his body thuroughly purged. The tiger conceded that the timberwolf won, letting Janie present a blue first place ribbon to the wolf.

Meanwhile Tristan was being held up by the potty pole and waiting to be released from the bondage. His was shivering and panting as he looked forward and tilted his head side to side. Janie felt like after that super icky game he needed to take a break and get cleaned up. The trouble was that she needed to be available for the food truck which would be arriving soon. The lab looked around for someone to take the boy which the black bear shemale was willing to help with. The little fox was picked up like a woozy doll by Janie and handed over to the bear. She carried him with a paw supporting his butt and a paw on the back of his neck, head, and back. She held the smelly cub at arm's length and carried him upstairs.

"There's a change of clothes hanging up in the bedroom, you can't miss it." Janie called after them.

Tristan squirmed a bit and groaned. The bear thought it was just cute how he suffered, and she was glad to be seeing it as the sole observer away from the loud part of the party. Being tasked to take care of the child was as much a blessing for her as it was the kit. She could only stand being around lots of people so long before it got on her nerves, and her limit was much lower than others. All she would have to put up with was a little pansy who she could knock out if he got too much for her.

He didn't make very much noise though as the bear placed him on his back in the bathtub in his bathroom. She started a warm bath and added soap so she could wipe away all the piss and makeup from his face. The sound of the water lapping against the sides of the tub were relaxing and nice, and the bear undressed him and gently wiped the boy clean all over his body. Tristan started to liven up and recognize the bear. He was still pretty scared by her, but it didn't look like she was planning on hurting him. He started to get comfortable and play in the soapy water while the black biker bear looked about the room. It was like it came out of a sadistic nursery. She admired the casual way sex toys, beating implements, and diapers were placed close to each other like it was no big deal. The bear stroked the kit's chest with a warm, damp rag while she noticed the silicone dildo plug on the counter. She leaned against the tub and relaxed while she idly rubbed the tip of her horse cock, which was still very hard. "You kinky little bitch." She joked as she felt her shaft throb and leak pre. "How are you doing, piss pup?"

"I'm okay, miss. I still kinda hurt, and I'm pretty hungry." The kit rubbed his belly.

She unplugged the tub and hung up the wash cloth. "It's nearly time to eat. You should brush your teeth after throwing up so much, especially since it was mostly urine. That's gotta taste pretty awful."

Tristan nodded. "It's super nasty. Yours was the worst." Tristan blabbed and then immediately after realized how rude that sounded. He pinned his ears back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

She laughed as she rinsed the soap off his body. "Oh gee, I'm so hurt that my piss tastes bad. Real shocker." The fox shook off his wet fur before stepping out onto the bathmat. "You didn't seem to mind getting tied up though. You even explained the game, so you knew what was going to happen." Tristan nodded. "Okay...so why did you do that?" She asked the now clean drippy fox cub.
"Cause I deserve it." The kit replied matter-of-factly. The bear paused for a half second and just chuckled, throwing Tristan a towel. She wondered what horrible thing the child must have done in his previous life before looking for the change of clothes. There was an outfit in yellow under a plastic covering on a hanger, and when the bear took the plastic off, she raised an eyebrow at what she saw. It was a golden fur hoodie which split in the front and had fluffy grey fur lining. It was an interesting choice in color matching, and material for that matter. She could have sworn it was fox. The bottom hem had decorative tassles and bright festive stone beads. Tristan marched holding a hair brush which he used to remove the tangles from his long head fur. He put his paws up, ready to have the clothing placed in him.

"Tristan..." The bear asked a bit more seriously but causiously. "Have you seen this before?"

"Yes, miss."

"Okay. Are you aware of what it's made of?"

"Yes, miss." He said again. "It's fur."

"Fox fur." She said specifically. The young kit seemed unphased by this. "You're a fox too." Tristan was a little confused an annoyed, clearly not understanding the point. "You'll be wearing the pelt of your own species."

The kit shrugged, shook off again, and brushed his hair a couple more times. "Well, I mean you're wearing leather, lots of it." The bear didn't feel like arguing. After all, he had a point. The reason she found it odd is simply because most furs had a regard for their own species, a partiality, that showed itself in aversions from doing things like this. That is assuming he loved foxes. The heavyset bear dressed Tristan who was wagging his tail and smiling as it was being placed on him. She wondered if he was self-loathing, though even she had to admit he looked nice with it on. The hood rested against his upper back and caught a good portion of his shiny blonde hair inside like a scoop.

"Do I look okay?" Tristan asked, a worried expression on his face.

She smirked as she took another once over his form. "You look good enough to bend over and fuck, cunt." The way she said that was mercilous but not intentional. It made the sissy fox gulp and put his tail between his legs. The bear noticed his reaction and stroked his hair. "Which is absolutely perfect. Chin up, kiddo. It's Christmas." The kit's tail wagged again and he started to smile again. She wasn't normally so supportive, but she didn't want him broken down completely before she took his rump.

Before she could accidentally break the child down any further the two went back downstairs, and on the way noticed the aroma of a delicious traditional Christmas meal. The same two furs who were arguing about the quality of food trucks were now arguing wheather this meal counted as coming from a food truck.

"It's coming from a truck. It's food. Proven."

"It's catering, not selling food out of their truck."

"But it's the same kind of food he'd normally sell from his truck. It's just normally it would be portable."

"I find that very hard to be- Oh my gosh, look!" The person pointed as Tristan and the bear. He was a tiger, and he picked up the kit and cradled him. The kit pinned his ears back, frightened. 
"Awww, everyone see how scared she is? Isn't that adorable?" The kit was brought around to be admired and adored. When the kit started to get comfortable he saw Janie who was wearing hear dark hair up in a bun and instead of her skimpy leather and latex outfit she was wearing a red Betty Page throwback outfit with ample cleavage showing through her low button up. It was cut specifically for that.

Janie caught the boy looking at her chest and cleared her throat. "Tristan." She repremanded the wimp. "You do not oggle women. That is very bad. You know this."

"But I wasn't oggling!" The kit cried in his defense as he was set down on with his bare paws on the cool floor. The lab gave Tristan a disapproving glance before bringing him to the table with the other guests. Just as Janie was finished scoling him for lying, the kit looked away but then wound up seeing his beautiful mother. Her outfit was a bit revealing if relaxed, and Tristan could make out the shape of her chest. He found himself sitting in his chair at the table and looking past the steaming ham to see what he swore was her nipple. He licked his lips and suddenly feld a *WHAP* to the nose.

Tristan recoiled and looked over to an annoyed Janie with a heavy wooden serving spoon in her paw. The kit felt bad and focused on her face as he apologized. That's when Claire the white ferret woman chuckled and snorted. "Oh, he must be hungry." She smiled as she caught the attention of the boy. She playfully pulled up her shirt and exposed one of her breasts. “Is this what you want, baby?” She said in a coddling tone. She didn't have the largest chest in the room, but there was a quality about them Tristan recognized. She was swollen with breast milk, and the kit swallowed as he salivated, thinking of the delicious, warm liquid. “If you ask nicely, you can have some for dessert, but only if you ask really nicely.” The ferret smiled.

Tristan perked his ears up as he looked to her eyes despite the distraction and begged. “Miss Claire, can I please have some of your milk for dessert?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. You sound a little old to be breastfeeding, don’t you think?”

Tristan tried again and blushed deeply. “I...mmmm Mith Cwaire? Can I pwease has some of you yummy milky milk fo desserd?” Other folks at the table laughed at Tristan and made him blush even deeper. Some suggested he was too “widdle” for big girl food, and that he should have a bottle instead. Tristan looked to Kara to decide his fate, but while he was busy being embarrassed by the guests and the ferret who patronizingly agreed Tristan could have some milk, a plate was set down in front of the kit, full of great smelling food. It was cut up into little bite size pieces though. “Fank you!” He wagged his tail through the shame and began to eat with everyone else.

Over the course of the meal Tristan’s blush and humiliation faded away as satisfaction replaced it. The meal was everything the kit hoped for and more. There was a spread of glazed ham, smoked turkey, biscuits, greens, mashed potatoes, caramelized sweet potatoes, lush salads, desserts, and more. The tone of the conversation was more like a normal get together, though the topics were a bit on the kinky side. It was revealed that not everyone at the table was a dom, but they wished they had particular parts but not all of Tristan’s humiliation done to them. The kit was taken back at how the unknown bunny wanted to be spanked without limits while wearing an Israeli gas mask he owned. It was also revealed that Rose the mouse and Axel the tiger were play partners here and there even though they lived a good distance away from each other. Rose talked about how she normally enjoyed tame femdom but that Axel and she get together where the feline would hunt, catch, and prepare her to be eaten like prey. He’s even gone so far as to place her in an enormous rotisserie setup and used heat lamps for effect.

“He’s a sweetheart though. He always makes sure I’m okay after we’re done and then we have an actual dinner. Though there was that one time he actually ordered mouse meat at a restaurant.” Rose narrowed her lips at the tiger.

“You didn’t even taste it.” Axel defended himself.

“Gee, I wonder why.” Rose chuckled. “That reminds me, you know why I’m not into scat?”

“Um, because it’s horrible and filthy?” Someone said. Tristan glanced to his mother expecting a demeaning expression. After all, the kit was subjected to scat here and there, and he had to agree with the person’s opinion of it.

“Not so much that, but I can’t be sure they haven’t eaten mouse. I think about that and I just can’t do it.” The plump middle age woman explained. All around the table the guests became aware that Rose was a prey species, and there was nothing they could do about it. She would have had to really trust Kara to be in her home.

That’s when suddenly the rabbit dressed in faux military cleared his throat, reached for the ham bone and brought it to his mouth. He’d been quiet for most of the meal and just part of the background, but now everyone noticed he had a few teeth not part of a normal rabbit mouth. He had four cuspids that were on either side of his front teeth. He used them to tear off bits of ham meat still clinging to the bone. The black bear shemale was interested in this, thinking she was the only modified fur here.

The bunny got a little fascination, but no one else had anything to say about it. After everyone was done eating, Tristan helped clear the plates. The chef’s helpers did most of the work and took care of everything else. As that was being done some folks drifted back over to the living room, while Claire got Tristan’s attention. “You were good, little one. Come on over and have some of that nummy dessert.” Tristan blushed but also smiled and looked around at anyone seeing this. He didn’t see the panda with the camera around. The ferret stopped him. “Nu uh. Only babies get this milk. You don’t look like one standing like that. Go back over there and try again.” She pointed to the corner of the room furthest away.

Tristan blushed even harder as he walked to the corner and then descended to his knees and then his front paws. He crawled over to Claire who was much more pleased with his approach now. She removed her shirt to reveal her swollen tits and scooped him up into her arms with some effort. Despite Claire’s above average upper body strength and core from years of rearing children of her own, she had to strain to put the fifty pound kit into a viable nursing position. She could have allowed Tristan to do this himself, but she felt giving him that bit of independence would have killed the fun of it.

The kit already had his lips ready to suck when he saw the ferret’s pink nipple come into view. There was already a small glisten on the very tip from the milk that just couldn’t be contained. The little fox cub automatically got into latching position, which made Claire chuckle. “You have quite the oral fixation.” She said as she held the back of his head and brought his mouth up to her breast. “First penises and now this.” She smiled as she felt his cool, wet nose and warm, wet tongue at the same time. There was a feeling of erotic delight that trickled from her shoulders down her back. Tristan was nearly as happy as the nurturing milk dribbled out onto his tongue and filled his mouth.

He was a messy eater, she found, as some liquid would actually run slowly but steadily out of the front of his mouth from the imperfect seal his lips were making. Tristan was not aware of this since he was just too focussed on his calming, tasty dessert. Claire didn’t mind though. She figured that would be something she could use to berate the diaper dependant, school-age boy in the future. She thought to herself “Who’s a big dumb baby? That’s right, you are. YOU’RE a big dumb baby.”

Claire noticed Janie come into the room with rope in her paws. The ferret lifted a finger to have her stay back for a moment longer as she pried the child’s mouth off one tit and brought it to the other. Tristan latched onto his second helping and eagerly nursed while Claire nodded to Janie to proceed. The lab took a hold of the little fox’s paws and brought them behind his back, but Tristan started to resist being moved.

“Settle hush hush. Titititi….” The ferret softly clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth to soothe the boy. “Let it happen. Just like your beatings. Just let this happen to you like a good cub.” Claire held the kit fast against her milky breast while Janie again started to tie his wrists together and then his ankles. The next things were a rope harness around his chest and pelvis. “Janie, what have you got planned for little Trisha?”

The dog wagged her tail and checked her knots. “She’s going to be our pinata.”

“Oh my gosh, that’ll be so fun. Hear that baby girl? A pinata! Is candy going to fall out of you?” She teased.

“Well.” The lab thought. “I was trying to think of some way to swing it so candy would fall from somewhere after being hit enough, but nothing really came to mind that would work. I’m going with a different prize idea that’s not so dramatic but should still be plenty satisfying.” 

“Oh I’m sure it will be. You’re working so hard. How’s Kara doing?” Claire asked, not seeing her in the dining room.

“She’s doing alright I think. Last time I checked she was picking up the empty wine bottles.”

“Awww, she shouldn’t have to do that.”

“Right! But when I told her she just insisted.”

“I guess it can’t be helped. Moms have those mom urges. Which reminds me, mine are just about done. You can take this one whenever you like.” Claire offered Tristan to the dog who picked him up by the ropes and left the Ferret to examine her used tits and put her shirt back on. The kit enjoyed the aftertaste of the calming milk as he was brought into the living room and the scene that awaited him.

There, everyone was sitting and waiting with a few bamboo sticks three feet long and thick as a maglight each. It was a little upsetting for the kit, but as he was being strapped into a suspension device hanging from an eye loop in the ceiling he found he didn’t need to see those bamboo sticks for long. A blindfold was put over his eyes which the kit tried to shake off to no avail. Tristan sniffed and whimpered, tensing a bit as he heard shuffling around. He breathed faster and felt heat all over his body as he anticipated a fresh dose of pain. He wanted the first hits to be out of the way so that he could be reminded what to expect. However, what happened was he heard Janie explain the rules and prizes. Apparently she had a sack full of little poker chips with codes on them for limited use access to clips on the video site for Tristan and other cub’s abuse. Blue meant bestiality. White meant hard cumplay. Red meant violence and pain. There were also white ones with a toilet stamped on them to indicate toilet play. She also explained that not all of them were of Tristan and that there’s no indication saying who the clips would be of. That said, she mixed up the bag and pulled out a stack and placed it inside one of the bamboo sticks before taping the end shut. She then did the same with the other sticks, filling four of them with the prizes.

The guests looked at each other and then to the kit and had the light bulb turn on. “Oh! You’re supposed to break the bamboo!” James the young skunk exclaimed. Tristan had been awaiting a beating and was losing his resolve quickly. He whimpered and breathed fast. The bonds started to feel tighter and tighter, and Tristan fought them. His imagination was already torturing him. He heard the players circle around him. The red panda was close by but was using a different camera than before, one inside a protective box. He was also wearing a helmet and face shield, knowing exactly how dangerous these sticks could be. What he didn’t know was that these particular sticks were dried by a fire and made more brittle. It would be easier to break but also more spectacular.

“Please just hit me. I can’t take it anymore.” The kit said, letting his nerves get the best of him.

The cameraman came close as Janie approached the kit’s front. “What was that? Say it again, louder.”

The panda brought the mic closer and caught the fast breaths of the little boy. The kit splayed his ears back and thought about his mom. He hoped this would make her at least as happy as it hurt him. With a little sense of unease he piped up louder. “Please hit me! I can’t stand the wait.” That’s all he could muster.

“Yeah, he’s just begging for it!”

“Awww, we can’t leave him unbeaten now. It’ll break his little heart.”

“He’s right! It would be rude if we didn’t beat him.”

“Who keeps saying tha-”

*WHAM!*

Tristan yelped and whimpered after the first hit. The bamboo didn’t break but it left a good sized welt on his side. “Oww! Oww!” Tristan cried out after his first taste of the sticks. It seemed the initial strike broke the seal for everyone and the rest of the sticks were put to good use. *WHAM!* Ah! *SMACK!* Nnnnaaahh! *CRACK!* Hnnn…

The fox’s body swung back and forth as the hits kept coming. “Come on y’all. Someone’s gotta start breaking these.” There were two more unsuccessful attempts before one of them focussed on strategy. It was the bear who realized they were going to go nowhere if they kept hitting soft flesh. If she had any chance it would have to be hard bone. However, she had no intention of injuring the kit, just giving him moments of extreme pain. Without letting anyone see, she gripped the stick and gave it a little squeeze. The fibers started to give under her strength, and when she felt the poker chips touching the sides she was crushing, she twisted it slightly.

The black bear planned her attack and swung for the kit’s ribs, causing the stick to crack in half and have poker chips spill out for people to collect. There was some cheering and whimpering, but the shemale was already on to getting her paws on the other sticks, one by one making them easier to break. As it was the little boy was bruised and bruised again. She felt bad for him, but she might have thought differently if she had seen any of his pain videos.

An upward slap to the stomach from a stick elicited a long whine and a stream of urine from the kit which a few people laughed at while others got out of the way.  The kit dangled embarrassed and in pain that made him shake. He did his best to stay awake for his mom, but it was hard. It wasn’t long before all of the sticks were broken over him, but they were not done with him yet. More refreshments were brought into the living room: a box of champagne bottles. It was a bit fancy for solo cups, but the fun came as each of the bottles were opened. The corks were let loose with loud pops and nailed the hanging fox over his body. There was even a close up cork shot deliberately aimed at the kit’s balls which made Tristan fight his bonds and swing his head. They all raised their cups to a fine holiday and let the kit down.

Tristan couldn’t stand up straight or walk normally after the game, so he ended up sitting on the floor. His wrists and ankles were untied, and he touched them and noticed how his fur was pressed down by the rope. His blindfold was taken off. He saw Kara’s face and smiled back. “Mommy, did I do good?” He asked. He didn’t get much for affirmation other than a head stroke. The wolf presented to him a pain pill and an energy drink to wash it down with. The kit was more than happy to take it and let Kara bring a can of monster to his lips for a sip here and there.

With only a quarter of the can drank, Kara placed a dog bowl on the floor in front of Tristan and emptied the can into it. The little vixen started to lap up the drink and felt the painkillers start to kick in while Janie rounded select people to go somewhere and help with a task. The mom stroked Tristan’s hair. “I got you something too, my little pain princess.” The kit’s ears perked up, but he also blushed and looked nervous. “I think you’ll like it. You’ve made it pretty clear you like how latex feels. Oh yes you have. You can’t hide it from me.” She pet the side of his blushing face. With that she reached under the brightly lit Christmas tree and presented a big box with shiny paper.

The kit gasped and bit his lip as he placed his paws on it. “Can I?” He asked, with a nod in reply. He tore into the box and inside was a box labeled “Bitchsuit, custom small black latex.” Tristan saw the picture with the model on it and felt hot blood in his ears as it rushed to his face. He gave Kara a hug and told her sincerely thank you. The red panda put down the camera on a tripod and cut open the box. Since Janie was busy somewhere else he took it upon himself to get the kit dressed. He first took the fox fur hoodie off the cub, leaving him naked with his bruises and blemishes showing. He gave the camera a moment to capture his beaten form before trying to dress him in the latex bondage.

Tristan was getting a little fussy at this point. The red panda was a stranger to him, and he didn’t take any of his clothing off at all, unlike everyone else at the party. The panda had sterile eyes and numb paws as he easily overcame the kit’s squirming and dressed him in the bondage. The kit soon stopped being so scared as he felt the rubber cling to his form and hug it. He was glad again for the pain pill since he would be suffering from the pressure. The hood didn’t go on yet, and there was just over half of him covered with the rest uncovered. His paws were padded and made completely useless. His elbows and knees were padded as well. There were strong rubber binds which would force the kit to walk on his knees and elbows. His legs were bound but not his arms.

All the while the kit panted and whimpered, though not out of pain. He was enjoying himself and felt very relaxed. He was so relaxed that he wound up piddling on the plastic sheeting again. He realized he did it when it happened and pouted his lips when he was laughed at for it. “Do you like it?” The kit nodded. “Well, why don’t you try turning around and showing off to your friends?” Tristan questioned this in his mind but turned around anyway to find the dogs were brought into the room. All of them were large, a couple huge. Their owners stood near them and pet them to keep them calm.

Someone smacked the kit’s bare ass and shoved him closer to the group. The kit noticed from his angle they were all male. Kara was petting Tristan’s husband Rex, and Janie her Rottie Bruiser. There was another mountain dog, a golden retriever, a german shepherd mutt, and a dalmatian with a big black splotch over one of his eyes. The kit knew what time it must be. It wasn’t quite a surprise. He walked around and showed off his gift with cheers and whistles. Eventually the kit moved over to a spot a bit away from the dogs and cleared his throat. “Could I please have Rex and Thor?”

The dogs he asked for were both mountain dogs, four hundred pounds of canine. The owners looked at each other. “You want them both?” They thought the boy misspoke, but he nodded.

“Yeah!” He smiled and bit his lip. “I wanna try something. I think it’ll be nice.” Tristan wagged his tail slightly as the owners brought the massive dogs to him. Everyone looked on curiously as the owners lead the dumb but obedient pets into position. Luckily they were well mannered and didn’t mind the other’s presence. The dogs were placed on their backs with their hind quarters so close together their balls could touch. Their tails even patted lightly against each other’s. Their owners stroked their heads and gave them little morsels of salami to pacify them while Tristan got himself into position.

Tristan noticed an obstacle he didn’t anticipate: the two pairs of massive, fluffy hind legs. Each paw was easily larger than Tristan’s own soft paws, but his shiny latex mitts helped give him a comparable size. Those huge paws crossed each other on either side like royal guards, but the slutty little fuckster slipped under their crossed limbs in full view of his waiting audience. The canine thighs brushed the kit’s soft hair back and hugged around his neck like his collar did. The unwashed private parts of the two massive beasts were attacking the young fox’s sensitive nose with astonishing male musk. The panda laid down on the floor and assumed a steady position with his camera for a close up shot of the lad nuzzling each dog’s genitalia.

Rex and Thor both looked down to the kit, but their owners stroked their ears and tops of their heads to encourage them to be still. “Stay. Good boy. Enjoy yourself.” The timberwolf said with a wag of his own. He was sporting a hard-on that he wasn’t making any attempt to hide. Several other guests were touching themselves to the view as Tristan worked slowly and gradually. He first nuzzled their sheathes until their pink tapered tips slid from their sheathes, and then he started to give little birdie kisses and soon licks. Then there were longer licks up and down the sides and underneath the dogs’ hardening dongs. Once they were fully hard though, the kit reached his padded paws around the dog legs and brought the two tips together. He stroked them for a little bit, making some watery pre squirt out onto the other’s stomach or onto their cock or the kit’s paw.

Tristan lifted his head a bit and brought one of the throbbing hard cocks into his muzzle, sucking on it loudly while he stroked the other and had the underside pressed against the side of his face. One of them had plenty of dick for the little kit, but for some reason the dumb slut asked for them both. Tristan gasped as he shifted from one to the other and gave his husband a loving blowjob for a while. With the shafts resting up against the kit’s face, the tips were in the air just above the boy’s golden blonde hair. Periodically a jet of pre would squirt out onto his hair and leave wet stains clearly visible to the camera. It was especially so when Tristan stroked both paws against the sides of his head and he leaned down to kiss and lick their balls. He let out his tongue and tried to see if he could lick them both with his tongue, and it turned out he could with his soft palate spread wide.

The kit overheard dirty remarks being said about him and to him. As he bathed those canine cum factories with his tongue, he could feel more liquid falling into his hair than he figured the dogs would pre. He was right. The few padders he felt on the top of his head and his ears wasn’t just dog pre but also spit from a few of the guests who were relishing in his humiliation. Of course Tristan allowed this. Though his heart sank, he knew he had no right to ask them to stop.
Some of the guests noticed words that made the kit blush and used them again more strongly. They learned what got under his fur and dug deep into him with mean words, making it hard for Tristan not to cry. He even knew what they were doing and still he had no defense. He just continued to lick as he felt another slimy bit of spit plop down on one of his ears. That’s when he kit decided he would put his pouty lips to good use. He lifted his head back up and brought the two slippery animal cocks together before diving down on both of them at once.

Both canines panted and groaned happily as their pricks lewdly spread the child’s mouth and made his cheeks puff out. He bobbed and closed his eyes for a bit before the panda demanded he look into the camera. He wasn’t very aggressive about it, but the boy looked up nonetheless to allow the viewer of the movie to see his eyes as he bobbed and drooled on sloppy dog cock and made unflattering slurping noises. The kit wasn’t even getting down to the knot thanks to their length and both of them being inside his mouth. One feral dick in his throat was hard enough, but two seemed impossible. That’s when Janie went behind the little cocksucker and placed a paw on the back of his head, grabbing his hair.

“Don’t be lazy. These dogs deserve a grade A blowjob from you, and they’re going to get one.” The lab used her strength to shove the kit’s head down onto those two fuck poles until the tapered tips slid into his throat a bit violently. The kit closed his eyes as he fought in vain to regain control. He moved his paws and knees around only to get a slap on the nose and made to stay on their dicks a few seconds longer without a break for air. The desperate kit’s ears splayed back as he did his best to be still. He made whimpers which were muffled by the two long, hard sausages stretching his irritated windpipe.

The black lab rewarded his obedience with a short reprieve for air and then pushed his head back down again. She started to pull him up and back down in a rhythm, every other beat with the soft wet clucking noise from having those tips break past the boy’s throat again. Tristan felt so helpless and low since his airway, what he needed to live and survive, was being forcefully repurposed for a cock sock for dumb animals. Meanwhile Janie gleefully punished that throat, but let him up for a bit to breathe and for her to do something. The little fox was being told by the cameraman that he should grab the dogs below their knots so they cum. After all, they looked ready. While the panda was saying this, Janie slipped a length of red bondage rope around the boy’s throat.

The kit nodded. This was not how he expected things to go with the two massive dogs, and now he was trying to recall why it was he placed himself in such a compromising position. He looked around for his mother, who he thought the sight of would give him the strength to soldier on. He didn’t so much as catch a glimpse as Janie lifted her leg and pushed his head back down into those pulsing flesh spears with her high heels against the back of his skull. “MOMM-*GUCK*” The kit gagged hard and the dogs panted while their cocks were returned to that warm cunt mouth. The red panda reminded the kit to grasp below those knots which the boy did while Janie shifted his head back and forth with her heel. It hurt incredibly for that hard heel pushing against the back of the kit’s skull, even with the painkillers. but what was even worse for the little beat-up doll was the pulling of the rope and the sudden constriction around his throat. The panda ordered the boy to look at the camera and dare not blink when the dogs cum. 

The kit was compelled and in no way able to escape the situation he found himself in, not even in his mind. His senses took a firm hold of his consciousness. Tears ran down his face as he looked directly into the camera and awkwardly grasped the dog’s thick shafts below the knot. The two seemed to react, Thor more than Rex. Thor howled as he got moments from cumming. Janie pulled on the rope with both paws, and yanked so that the little one’s throat grasped onto the twin cocks choking him. The lower half of Tristan thrashed and attempted to back off while the panda again told him to look into the camera. The kit’s eyes swam as he started to lose his senses. He felt like he was going to die right there, and he’ll be remembered as the sissy faggot who expired with two animal penises in his muzzle.

Janie pulled on the rope even harder, giving the kit an even harder scare and the dogs a much more powerful stimulation. First one and then the other exploded with their slimy, warm ejaculate. The boys came hard, Thor howling and announcing he was seeding a bitch right then. Thanks to the rope, the path of least resistance was not down the hatch to his stomach but rather up through his nose and mouth. There was a blast from the strangled kit’s nostrils as watery spooge drained from his sinuses. No doubt there was also some filthy swimmers finding their way into his olfactory senses. There were two more hard blasts before the dogs were a couple of horny semen fountains.

The panda captured every moment of the oral insemination while the other guests watched and burned the image into their memory. Meanwhile the kit was on the bleeding edge of passing out when Janie released him. Tristan coughed and choked. He backed up away from the animals and whimpered while he did everything he could to clear his throat and sinuses. The wuss made a little splatter of off white goo on the plastic sheet before feeling his back side being turned. He looked around and found the dogs jumping back in line and another dog with an obvious hardon past his knees approaching.

Tristan shook his head as he saw the dalmatian. “Please no, I’m not ready. NO!” The kit squealed as his tail was roughly lifted and his rump was exposed to the horny animal. The dog didn’t seem to care. His rod just plunged into the kit’s ass, and the dog immediately began fucking the suffering kit. His dick wasn’t as long as either of the mountain dogs, but he got hard and thrusted so roughly it was punishing. Even an actual bitch would growl at being taken with such disrespect. His hard knot smacked the boy repeatedly and made him bawl.

Tristan tried to hide his face with his mitted paws, but before him was another cock, a horse cock this time. The flared tip was bobbing in the air as the bear paw stroked it hard. The shemale had been edging all night, and now lust overtook her. As the dalmatian’s stiff bone jabbed into the kit’s soft insides and spread his anus the bear brought her hips forward until she could put her rock hard shaft into his mouth. Tristan obediently opened up, but that’s not what she was interested in. She gyrated her hips and started slapping the sissy hard across the face with that warm flesh club. The kit was surprised at how much it hurt, and the panda was surprised by the easily heard thump sound when the bear swung her hips and popped him in the snout so hard with her cock that it left an aching swollen spot on him. She did it a few more times for the camera before she growled and grasped her flared tip. With several powerful jets she orgasmed so hard she shook and moaned, the generous layering of horse sperm giving the little one a pearl necklace on his new sexy outfit.

There was a little cheer as the delighted black bear stood up. The tiger took her place and started to stroke themselves just when the feral dog knotted Tristan and started to fuck him deeper and deeper. The dumb animal and the one in front of him both came at the same time, flooding the child’s openings from both ends. Tristan ended up swallowing some of the thick feline cum, but a good portion dribbled out his mouth as he let his head droop. The little one was tired, but there were still animals and anthros that wanted a piece of him.

The dalmatian was allowed to stay mounting the fox for a few minutes before he was lead away, his knot popping out from the boy’s ass. Tristan was a mess, and he was being quickly turned onto his back on an ottoman while Janie brought her fat rottie over. Others helped get Tristan into position for a missionary style fucking, though the kit pushed his paws out to try to stop them. “No please.” He said weakly. “I can’t *sniff* I can’t!” Bruiser disagreed as a spongy fuck stick the width of a redbull can plowed its way into the breeding bitch. The wuss pushed against the rottie’s chest with all his might, but the dog hardly reacted as he made slow, long strides into the kit’s abused ass.

While the kit was on his back, his face became the target of disgrace as guests surrounded the best they could. They ejaculated their cum or warm, salty squirt or even spit on his face. The skunks held the boy’s eyelids open as they reached orgasm together and shot their stinging genetic code onto the boy’s eyeballs so he would gasp and make a high pitched wail from the discomfort. Even with his eyes closed it was horrible as the skunk spunk broke down into a what felt like microscopic grains. The bear and the dolphin came back for round two as they competed to see how full they could fill the sissy bitch’s ears. Bruiser was finished and being lead away when the two flooded the kit’s ear canal and had their gift dribble onto his hair.

The filthy, disrespected wussy kit was unable to tell what was happening around him. He felt a stroke on his full belly which was retaining plenty of dog cum. Someone asked if the vixen was expecting a litter and said they should bring the little bitch to full term with another dog. And so that is how it continued for the tired, beaten, humiliated kit. Tristan saw no end to the gang bang, and his attempts to call out to his mother for strength were just met with more rough rape by anthro or feral. After what felt like hours all the guests were satisfied, and the mask portion of the bitchsuit was locked in place over the kit’s head. He could breathe, but the latex kept the mess against his fur and hair. A lot of his golden locks still sprouted from the neck of the hood, but for the most part he was wrapped up.

Kara stepped up to the kit and noticed he was useless for the rest of the night. The shewolf thanked everyone for coming, hoping they had a great time. Everyone had to get dressed again and bring their happy dogs back home. While most left, Janie asked the bear and the red panda to stick around for a little while longer. Janie explained to them what would happen.

“Wait, are you sure?”

“Oh yes. Don’t worry. It’s a normal thing for him. Ready?”

“I guess so.”

“Come on, I’m not going to hold him up for ‘I guess so.’”

“Yeah I’m ready.” With that the kit felt Janie lift up on his collar and hold him up to his shaking hind paws. It was a short moment later he embraced nothingness as the bear punched the kit’s head and knocked him out in view of the camera.

Next thing the kit knew he was opening his eyes in a different room. It was his mother’s bedroom. He sat up and started to feel dizzy. He saw himself in the mirror. He was in his pajamas and his fur and hair was clean and dry. He was also muzzled with a brown leather muzzle, which wasn’t as strange as the way he was feeling at that moment. He didn’t know if he was awake or dreaming. That’s when he noticed Kara’s paw push against his chest and force him to lay down again.

“Hush, little one. It’s okay. It might be a little scary, but those are just the effects of the painkillers. You needed a dose of stronger stuff.” The kit whimpered and tried to talk to her, but he couldn’t. He was only about ⅖ her size, so she wrapped him up in her arms. “You should go back to sleep. You gotta heal up and be ready to help mommy edit the videos we took.” With that the kit curled up and snuggled against Kara.

As she pet his body, his shivers stilled and his breathing slowed.to a normal pace. Before he drifted off to sleep there was his own voice speaking in his mind. “Best. Christmas. Ever.”