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This was it. Everything he had planned had lead up to this moment.

From the confines of the over-sized, cartoony and stylised rabbit suit, the degenerate and shaggy-furred canine surveyed the park, its bushes and trees littered and lined with bunting and other seasonal decorations. The sun shone up above, making the canine feel warm inside of the suit-- he was glad he had opted to remove all of his clothing before stepping inside. He sucked in a deep breath and turned to stare at the unconscious man across the rode, a blanket over his body, hidden in the slat between two fairly vacant houses. No-one would find him for hours, and he wouldn't wake up until much later.

This day had taken careful planning and meticulous busy-work to get to where it was now. It was far from a spontaneous fling, and most certainly not the canine buckling to his own whimsy. He knew this day would be a perfect opportunity for him, and he was wanted to-- no, needed to see it through. He wouldn't, and couldn't, waste the months he had spent researching, the months he had spent stalking and tracking down the right person.

Those who might have known about his plans might have asked one single thing: why? If they even knew what the canine was capable of, then the answer would be obvious: his sexual needs stemmed far beyond the pleasures of the flesh, maliciously twisting into a carnal desire for younger flesh. There was a word for those sorts of people, and that title should be obvious.

Anyone who had stumbled upon the park that day would know exactly what it was all about: an egg hunt. Easter was a particularly magical time for kids of all ages, much like Christmas, but there was something more magical about hunting for eggs that the 'easter bunny' had supposedly left behind. The vividly coloured eggs had been scattered around the relatively expansive park, the grass stretching on for several yards. It could take someone a good 5 minutes to loop the entire place. A set of swings and climbing frames sat square in the middle of the park, but the rest of the plain grass was littered with trees and bushes, giving it a rather homely vibe. Of course, there were still stretches of plain grass between the trees, leaving plenty of room for picnics. At the far end of the park, the grass sloped into a steep incline, the border lined with tightly packed trees. It was the semi-natural 'border' around the majority of the park, that sat squarely on the outskirts of the city, that made it the prime place for a seasonal event or two, as well as the perfect spot for parents to take their children to play unaccompanied.

Today, however, might not have been the best time to take them, for their regularly-scheduled easter bunny had been replaced. Of course, no-one was any the wiser, the canine staring out from the hollow suit's eyes, the rest of his body obscured. No-one had any idea that a degernate, morbid man had replaced their friendly hired entertainer, and no-one was going to know for quite some time.

He had arrived early specifically to take out the previous owner of the suit, but now the boys and girls were coming in thick and fast, lining up with their parents at the entrance to the park, as was tradition. The suited canine, who none knew but was known as 'Allan', swept his gaze over the crowd, his attention focused on the young cubs who stood waiting, bouncing on their heels or talking excitedly to their friends. The wrought iron gate, that came up to the waist, was impatiently tugged on by a number of cubs, who were quickly scolded by their respective parents. Allan glossed over the females of the group, caring little for them: his attention was, instead, on the boys.

A number of them caught his eye, and he mentally noted them down, like a man picking out his select treats at a bakery. He knew it was futile to chase one in particular: who he would end up having an opportunity with depended on what happened within the park, more than anything else. Once the crowd grew sizeable, he knew he had to spring into action. If he didn't put a good show as an entertainer, then someone might suspect him. He cleared his throat. He'd been practising.

He stepped out from behind a tree, the bright pink of his suit and the oddly coloured clothing a welcome sight to the young cubs, who clamoured and cheered when he came into view. Allan put his large, suited hands on his hips and bounded over, doing his best to appear as sprightly at the original entertainer, though he never really saw him perform in person.

"Howdy kids!" The minute he spoke, the kids erupted into a chorus of screams, and even the parents were smiling at their children's enthusiasm. Allan felt a twisting in his stomach, a desire like no other. He wanted to get this other with.

"Are you ready to go on an egg hunt?" He kept his hands firmly on his hips, leaning forward as if he were speaking to them directly. A congregation of nods responded to him, and he chuckled inside his suit.

"Then let's begin! Each of your take a basket. Whoever gets the most in an hours time is the winner!" He reached down, firmly grasping the weave handles of several wicker baskets and passing them around. The children grabbed at them greedily until each of them held one in their tiny hands, growing more and more impatient. Some might have argued that there should have been more staff on hand, but Allan was confident that no-one would question him. Besides, the park was small.

"Ready?" He called out, and the kids cheered in response. Without further do, the canine reached down, grasping the lock on the gate and unclasping it. The gates swung open and the young cubs flooded into the park, spreading out in all manner of directions. Allan hoped that everything would go according to plan and no kids would start fighting over eggs.

For now, he watched and waited, patiently pacing through the park, dutifully taking on the roll of a keen entertainer, making sure they were safe. He couldn't afford to get the parents involved, if he could help it. His craving eyes ran over the various boys, admiring their supple bodies, the varying degrees of shinny and chubby frames as they bolted around the park, digging into bushes, attempting to climb trees, and searching anywhere they could for the secret eggs. Some were easy to find, dotted around the open grass. It didn't take long for the cubs to find them.

It was after 10 minutes or so that Allan began to hear the frustrated whimpers of a young boy nearby. He turned his head and scanned his surroundings until he inevitably found the source of the distress: a young puppy, barely older than 8, looked stuck in a bush. His front half poked out from the bush as his hands gripped to the dirt, his basket sitting close by. He was doing his best to pull, but he couldn't dislodge himself from the branches that likley caught onto his clothes or hooked around his legs. Allan cautiously made his way over.

"You okay there, little guy? Why don't you tell me your name?" He asked the boy, and the cub looked up at him, slightly teary eyed, his muzzle curled into a boyish pout. His fur was a lovely white, dotted with speckles and smudges of black. One of them covered over his left eye, whilst another coloured an entire ear a different colour. His species was wasy to guess: a dalmatian. His boyish red shirt looked dirty from dry mud and leaves.

"Charlie...and I'm stuck. I can't..." He let out a frustrated yip and tugged again, attempting to dislodge himself. Allan could see a perfect oppurtunity here: the boy was stuck, meaning his hind quarters were ripe for the picking. Not only that, but it was almost the perfect bush, too: a tiny-enough clearing sat in the center, and the bush was high enough so that he wouldn't be spotted. It was almost too good to be true.

"Hang on, little guy." Allan assured him in a friendly tone, casting an anxious glance around the park to make sure no-one was watching them. He slowly straightened up and eased himself over the bush, crouching down into the small, empty patch hidden in the middle.

There, he was greeted to the most wondrous sight imaginable, the goal he had desperately been seeking for so long. The boy's rear end, along with his squirming legs, sat in full view for him to grasp. Of course, they were clothed, but that only made them more tantalising. The cub bore simple dark grey shorts, with bare legs and socked paws, hidden inside simple shoes. The combination of the simple clothes, accompanied by the way the boy squirmed left and right, was making Allan as rigid as a board, so to speak.

"I'll help you. And then, you can help me..." The man giggled to himself, dizzy with desire as he reached up to tug the suited head off of his body, setting it aside, revealing his slightly sweaty, shaggy black fur and his startling green eyes. Next came his gloves, which slipped off with ease to reveal the relatively slender, 5-fingered hands that most anthropomorphic furred creatures bore.

He reached out, his hands hovering mere inches from the boy's wriggling rump. His mind wrestled with two halves: one loudly announced that what he intended to do was wrong, whilst the other, arguably more powerful side of him insisted that he needed this. The rest of his body quickly agreed with this notion and, before he could potentially stop himself, he placed his hands on the boy's behind.

Immediately, the cub froze under his touch, his legs stretched out. Neither of them said a word, but Allan felt a tingle of excitement shoot up his spine, making him giddy with his own lust and the surging adrenaline that made his heart pound. He traced his fingers up, hooking a couple of digits into the waistband of the boy's shorts. Charlie moved left and right experimentally and quickly added two and two together.

"W-What are you doing?" He spoke, perhaps a little too loudly. "Don't touch me t--"

"Shut your mouth." The canine hissed in a low, authortative tone, dripping with a mixture of anger and panic. The sheer snarling tone of his voice made Charlie clamp his mouth shut, and Allan felt the cub's body tremble underneath his fingers. He knew in an instant that he'd terrified the boy, but it was better that than being caught. His fingers dug in a little harder and he slowly pulled them down.

Bit by bit, they slipped over the cub's boyish hips, revealing the vibrantly coloured briefs beneath. They were a mixture of red and blue, bearing motifs similar to that of a cartoon that Allan had seen on TV. He could only guess that little Charlie was a fan, and he found the underwear to be rather endearing. His attention, however, was elsewhere.

He slipped the shorts down, reaching down briefly to tug off the cub's shoes and socks, leaving him neatly in a pile nearby, the socks tucked into their respective shoes. He lightly traced a finger along the boy's pawpads for just a moment, mesmerised by them, before he drew his attention to what he really wanted. He shimmied the shorts off of the boy's feet and tossed them aside, roughly spreading the cub's legs as he ducked himself down.

He rolled over onto his back, shuffling in between the boy's legs as he felt the sharp branches poking at the back of his head. Charlie's paws lightly tapped against the floor, his body trembling with confusion and fear as he felt the man's large hands around his rump. Allan reached his head up, groaning under his breath as his muzzle sat mere inches away from the cub's cute, tiny bulge. He breathed in the scent of his underwear, the splendid mixture of sweat, shampoo and the natural musk that most boys had around their nethers. The cocktail of smells made Allan dizzy with need, his hands greedily massaging the boy's body, gripping his behind firmly with both hands.

In a matter of moments, Allan's muzzle met with the cub's rounded little bulge, flaccid and squishy. He breathed in the smell of his loins and groaned under his breath, his aching erection prodding and poking at the interior of his suit. He lolled out his tongue, smearing it across the outside of the bulge and Charlie shuddered from the sensation, his knees squeezing inwards, his muscles clenching. Allan couldn't help but growl a little, his dominant streak revealing itself.

If he had to luxury of doing so, he could have spent every waking moment buried between the boy's legs. He would have been content to lap and luck that bulge for quite some time, but he arguably wanted much more, and his time was limited. His tongue slipped against the outline of the cub's cock, tasting the mixture of fabric and scented musk, his hands greedily squeezing and clenching Charlie's behind as he did so. He soon felt the mess under his tongue beginning to harden, just a little, before the boy began to gasp and squirm. Allan wasn't sure what the cub was worried about at first, but it soon began apparent.

A wetness hit Allan's tongue like no other, and it didn't stop there. The strangely hot fluid rolled from his tongue and down his chin, as well as seeping down the cub's underwear and dripping onto the front of the man's suit. Allan leant his head back for just a moment and a wet spot formed on the outside of the underwear, spreading across the front and down between his legs, where the sagging wetness dripped down. It didn't take much for Allan to realise what it was, and he shuddered with an intense lust. He pressed his mouth back up against the damp underwear and breathed in the new delicious scent: musk, mixed with urine.

He couldn't stop himself from lapping his tongue against the piss-soaked underwear, relishing the sensations of the cub's whimpering form, the fear that made him loosen his bladder. Pre-cum readily oozed from Allan's cock, eager to penetrate, eager to do anything but remain where it was. The canine grasped firmly around the waistband of the boy's underwear, tugging it down over his lovely rump to expose the bare flesh. The piss seeped through and stained Allan's suit, but he didn't care, too driven by his need to pay attention.

The underwear slipped down slowly, bit by bit, until it glided over the cub's tiny little cock and revealed his flaccid member in its entirety. Humanoid and small, Charlie's small member flopped lazily about, soaked in piss along with his tiny balls. Allan couldn't resist moving his head up, burying his wet nose between the boy's cock and balls, were the scent of his musk was the most potent. He could feel the member idly twitching against his nose, stimulated through touching alone.

The quiet whimper that escaped Charlie's mouth told Allan that the boy enjoyed the touches, even if he didn't enjoy the situation. The canine moved his head up, sticking out his tongue and teasingly dragging his wet, wide appendage across the underside of the cub's cock, from the base up to the tip, smearing along his foreskin. That mere act alone stirred the boy's senses and his cock pulsed to life, going from flaccid to half-hard in a matter of moments. Allan opened his mouth, letting the cock settle along the length of his tongue and he swallowed his muzzle around it, giving the cock a few affectionate suckles. His tongue flicked and danced around every available inch and Charlie's knees buckled from the sensation, a groan escaping his lips.

Though the boy was enjoying it, the trembling of his body made it clear he was still afraid, and likely full of confusion. In that moment, Allan didn't care: he wanted to use the boy any which way he liked, and no-one was going to tell him otherwise. He bobbed his head back and forth, giving the cub's cock a few slender, passionate suckles as his fingers hungrily dug into the flesh of the boy's behind, spreading his cheeks apart. Charlie shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and anxiety, the trickles of piss leaking down his inner thighs from his underwear, leaving him a relatively sopping mess. He couldn't deny those pleasurable sensations, though he didn't know how such a horrible man was coaxing them out of him.

Allan groaned quietly to himself as he sucked the boy off, his body aching for more. Eventually, he knew he'd have to succumb. He slowly pulled himself back from the trapped cub and shuffled back underneath him, leaving him kneeling there with his behind exposed and his tiny cock begging to be touched. The suited man stared down at him, admiring the mess the boy had made, before he grabbed the underwear that still clung to the boy's knees, slipping them down and past his feet. He tossed them to the side and reached out, placing his hands on the boy's behind again.

Charlie didn't dare to utter a sound as he felt the man's hands spreading his cheeks, revealing the virgin pink pucker hidden between them. Allan stared intently at it for a moment, before bowing his head and sandwiching his muzzle between those boyish buns. Charlie immediately felt the warmth of a tongue against his sensitive pucker and he began to squirm defiantly, much to Allan's delight. The adult canine gripped the dalmatian firmly, holding him in place as his greedy tongue violated the cub's tight asshole.

He slurped and suckled, lapping from the bottom to the top, assaulting the boy's behind with as much passion as he could muster. He could hear Charlie's fearful whimpers soon turning into tired, laboured pants as the lapping of his behind stirred the boys senses more and more, making him curl his toes. Allan dug his thumbs between the cheeks, spreading the asshole just a little more as he prodded his tongue roughly against the entrance, attempting to force his way inside. He felt the muscles resist him at first, but quickly gave way under his determination. The tongue slipped inside, and he immediately felt the spasming inner walls around his tongue, clenching and squeezing around him. They gripped hard, but Allan didn't mind: the boy was delightfully tight, and he couldn't wait to see how tight he could be later.

The more that the older man licked, the more the young cub seemed to squirm, until he was a whimpering, panting mess. Allan was slowly beginning to realise, even in his lust-driven state, that people might spot Charlie stuck in the bush and try to come to his aid. A stab of worry shot up his spine and he inevitably pulled his head back, the gears churning in his head. He came to a fairly amicable conclusion.

Grasping the dalmatian's hips, Allan firmly tugged him backwards, forcing him through the branches and into the small gap between the bushes. Charlie let out a quiet yelp as he was yanked back through the sharp branches and leaves, balancing himself on his hands and knees. The boy soon realised he was completely at the mercy of the older man and turned to fearfully stare at Allan's black-furred face and sharp, piercing green eyes. The dalmatian's lower lip wobbled, but that only made Allan smile wickedly with delight.

He rolled the boy over, pushing his back down against the grass as he towered over him, still suited up for the most part. His cock achingly prodded at the inner walls of the suit and he knew that he'd have to get undressed. Holding Charlie down with one hand, he reached up with his other hand and tugged at the zipper that ran down the front. It parted with ease and revealed his mildly sweaty chest, but more than that: it inevitably reached his crotch, and all it took was a little bit of shimmying to reveal his aching, canid member.

Charlie stared down between his legs at the sight of the sizeable implement, the thick 8 inch knotted cock twitching in his direction. The 8 year old only knew vaguely what sat between a man's legs, and the sheer difference in shape and size between their cocks left him confused and afraid. He blinked his teary eyes up at the canine's face, who seemed to admire the fearful look in his eyes. Allan leant forwards, grinding the fullness of his cock against the cub's inner thigh, dragging it along the piss-strained fur. Pre-cum oozed from the end and joined the urine in staining the boy's fur.

All that Allan could think about was how hot the boy was, and how much he wanted him. His tongue lolled from his mouth and, in a fit of intense need, he roughly grabbed the boy's hips and tucked one hand under him, lifting him up. He shuffled himself forwards and forced himself between the boy's legs, his thick member sliding between the crease of Charlie's inner thigh and pelvis, the knot grazing gently against his fur. Allan tugged back momentarily, using a free hand to angle his member down, slipping it underneath the dalmatian's balls and between his cheeks. Charlie squirmed defiantly, reaching out and grasping the man's upper arm in an attempt to force him back, his legs useless in his current position.

It didn't take long for the canine's pre-soaked cock to wedge between the boy's cheeks, tha tapered end of his member smearing around in an effort to find its mark. After a few moments, Allan sighed as he felt the virgin pucker against the head of his member and, with a sharp thrust, he force himself into the boy's behind. The combination of pre-cum and spittle made his entry aesy, but the cub's tight squeezing offered some resistance.

Charlie immediately let out a cry, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. Allan panicked and quickly removed his hand from his cock, reaching over to grab the cub's piss-soaked undies. He pried the boy's mouth open and force the underwear into his mouth with one hand, muffling his groans and noises, before anyone could hear them.

"Keep quiet," Allan hissed, his eyes wild and aggressive. "Wouldn't want Mommy and Daddy to hear you, would we?"

Charlie stared with wide, tearful eyes as the canine thrust again, sinking his thick member deeper into the boy's virgin hole. Charlie tensed immediately and Allan felt the spasming of the cub's inner walls, the tight squeezing that only encouraged him to sink deeper and deeper. The sheer warmth and inviting tightness of the cub's behind made the man delirious with pleasure, his eyes lidding over as he gave into his base instincts, his most extreme desires. He force himself forwards again as he reached out with his free hand, propping himself up whilst the other remained firmly under the boy's behind, keeping him lifted up.

Deeper and deeper his cock plunged, until the thick bulbous knot met with the boy's spasming red ring, unable to push any further. Allan could feel every lovely inch of that cock around his member, milking and squeezing him, making the older canine shudder with pleasure. With that, he pulled back and began to thrust, beginning int on a series of heavy humps that made him grunt and pant like the animal he was. He admired the boy's body with every thrust, watching his tiny, now flaccid, cock bounce and sway with each hard jut of Allan's hips.

It didn't take long for Allan's hips to thrust a little harder and a little faster, his pleasure and need to fuck getting the better of him, to the point where he was using the cub how he liked. Charlie whimpered and dug his fingers into the man's forearm, trying desperately to push him back as the pain seared his rump and made every muscle clench. He could hear, and feel, the cock sliding in and out of him, the clamouring of kids around them drowned by the man's violating pants and the wet, slick sounds of his cock bouncing rapidly off of the boy's tight ring, the mixture of pre-cum and spit coating his knot and the boy's tight ass.

"Oh fuck, f-fuck..." Allan began to mutter quietly to himself, his thrusts kicking up a notch as he went from a series of steady, rhythmic thrusts to wild animalistic pumps, the irregular jutting of his hips catching the cub off guard. Charlie's eyes rolled up as he felt the thickness of the cock poking into a sensitive spot inside of him. If he had any left to give, he might have urinated against right there. As it stood, all he could do was endure it, his flaccid humanoid cock bouncing wildly against his white furred stomach.

Allan was beyond desperate to tie with the boy, but he knew that the cub's recently deflowered, 8 year old asshole would likely be unable to accommodate him. He already knew that the young dalmatian was being pushed to his limit as it was. Regrettably for the older canine, Allan realised he'd have to make do with that he had. He bucked and thrust as the pressure in his loins tightened, signalling the impending orgasm. He drowned himself in the sounds of their sex, in the cub's muffled groans and the warm, inviting tightness around his cock. Drool dripped from his chin as he happily panted like a dog, squeezing his ass cheeks together with every thrust.

Then, finally, it hit him. A sigh escaped his lips as he felt the delicious orgasm roll over him, washing him in his post-sex glow. Thick, intense spurts of seed shot from the tapered end of his canid member, splattering the boy's insides with his potent fluids. He tugged back for a moment and withdrew himself from the dalmatian's behind, grinding his cock against the boy's inner thigh as he emptied a few plentiful arcs of cum onto Charlie's stomach, staining his T-Shirt and splattering across his tiny package. Allan looked down and admired the show, his cock violently pulsing, his balls tucked up against his body. Allan quietly panted, leaning back on his heels and letting go of the cub's behind, resting it on the grass.

Charlie rolled his head weakly, his eyes lidded over, his cheeks flushed and his breathing heavy. The sex hadn't done anything considerable for him, but his body ached and begged for rest. He tried his best to keep his eyes open, trying to watch the canine's movements, fearing for his own life. The adrenaline did enough to keep him coherent, but his body was slowly fighting it. He weakly gripped at the grass as Allan stared intently down at him.

The older canine felt...abashed. A rolling wave of shame washed over him, but it was quickly drowned by a sudden panic that swelled in his stomach. He was fucked. If Charlie's parents found him in this state, then there's no telling what they might think, or who they might blame. It wouldn't take long for his cover to be blown. Allan tried desperately to thick, as quickly as possible. He anxiously moved back and tugged his suit up, covering himself as he reached for the head, placing it over his own. Charlie seemed quiet enough. Allan hoped, perhaps even begged, that the cub would stay there for now whilst he figured out a plan.

Thankfully, the urine that had been on the front of his suit had long faded into the fabric and wasn't noticeable. The canine stepped out of the bushes in his suit, noticing that the other kids were still running around and gathering up eggs left and right. None of them paid attention to him as he strode across the park towards the edge. He had parked nearby, and the parents were at the other end of the park waiting for their kids to finish up. Vaulting the small fence, Allan got to his car and opened up the boot, retrieved a quilt that he often took with him in the event he needed to sleep in his car. He made his way back into the park and into the bushes.

Much to his relief, the cub was still there. In fact, Charlie had fallen asleep, his chest rising and falling. Allan placed the blanket over him and tucked his hands under the 8 year old's body, bundling him up and obscuring his face. He peered around the park before bolting back towards the fence. Luck was on his side as he meandered over the fence and towards his car. He slipped Charlie into the back seat.

He stepped into a nearby alleyway and quickly slipped himself out of the suit, tossing it onto the dirty floor. He knew he was stark naked, but he didn't care: he quickly got back into his car, his clothes laying on the passenger seat. He quickly tugged on a shirt and underwear before starting the car. Part of him thought he might wait, but that would only give Charlie's parents time to worry. He had to leave. Now.

By the time he was gone, no-one had realised what happened.