A Dog's Day
Commission for Etis on IB.
"Get outta here, you mangy dog!"
With a sharp yelp as a boot struck its side, the shaggy mutt, similar to that of a wolf with a dark coat, darted to the side and bounded out of the open doorway into a dingy alleyway. The creature hung its head and quickly ducked as a piece of wood suddenly flew over its head, narrowly missing his skull. The man in the doorway shouted expletives at the mutt, before shooing him away and quickly slamming the door shut, leaving the dog within the shade of the alleyway, the cobblestones beneath its paws and the bricks on either side.
It had been like this for a while. The canine, who referred to itself as Gnaw, had been hiding within the thin cracks of the busy medieval city, waiting for the right moments to steal food when it could. But even then, it was a risk, as evidenced by the man who had caught him mere moments ago. Getting food wasn't easy, especially in the day time, but doors were locked at night. No matter what way they looked at it, they were trapped in a perpetual loop of hunger.
It was already beginning to get dark. The dog had spent the better half of several days desperately attempting to get some food, and he'd managed the occasional scrap of meat, along with the odd small animal here and there that hid within the shadows of the city just like him. It was clear, however, that with each passing day, his hunger grew worse and worse.
The dog sat down beside the wall and curled himself up, its paws and sheath pressing against the harsh ground. He was tired...
It wasn't always like this. Gnaw enjoyed a peaceful life in the forests, once, but he was driven out by bandits and adventurers alike who were in search of treasure. It was then that his horrid left had begun, but he couldn't complain: he was, after all, still alive. It was his animalistic need to survive that kept him going. If he didn't have that, he was sure he would have died many weeks ago.
Day quickly turned to night. He had laid there for quite some time, enjoying the warmth of his own body and sleeping for several hours, but as the sky darkened overhead, he became more alert. It wasn't that he was on guard: rather, quite the opposite. He was safest under the cover of night, where the only civil folk around were the guards that patrolled left and right. He was sure he could find some food tonight. The bipedal people would called that 'optimism', but he preferred to refer to it as an intense need to survive. If he didn't think he could do it, then his body would slowly start giving up.
He heaved himself up, padding his way down the alleyway until he reached its end, and he looked out over the relatively wide street. He'd known from watching the city-goers that this was a main trade road, denoted by how wide it was, as well as the raised stone edges on other side that were wide enough to support two of them standing side by side. He drew his attention to the left, where he saw the dim illumination of a candle light, vaguely in the distance. He lifted his head slightly and sniffed the air. He could smellt the faint aroma of something...it smelt like food.
He quickly picked up the pace, heading within the direction of the source. The closer he got, the better it smelt. The light was getting brighter and brighter, and he was growing more intrigued. Finally, barely a few metres away, the dog raised his nose again and sniffed. Yet, the aroma was definitely coming from here. The house was short and quaint: it was on the outskirts of the city, where all of the houses seemed to grow smaller and smaller compared to the inner rings of the city. He was hesitant about getting too close, but his body relaxed when a figure emerged from the slightly ajar doorway.
There, illuminated by the candlelight coming from inside the house, stood a young boy. A feline, barely 10 years of age by their standards, clad in old and dusty clothes. Gnaw was left to wonder why the child was out so late, but it soon became clear when the feline retrieved a small bowl from inside, where there appeared to be a small end table. The aroma was coming from the bowl: a delightfully warm smell that seemed to be similar to that of a soup.
The feline moved from the porch of the little house, keeping the candle on inside as he moved around to the side of the house, settling himself within the alleyway between the two houses. Gnaw moved forwards and padded his way towards the entrance of the little alley, poking around the corner to look, curious. There sat the feline boy, spooning soup into his mouth.
The boy was just a child, so Gnaw was certain he could approach without suffering any injury. He slowly made his way into the alley, and the scuffling of his paws against the floor alerted the feline cub to his presence. The boy turned his head and immediately froze, his eyes wide with fear. Gnaw quickly bowed his head as a sign of submission, and after a few tentative minutes, the boy relaxed.
"H...Hey, big guy," The feline began awkwardly, reaching out his hand for Gnaw to sniff. "Guess you smelt the food, huh?"
A whine escaped Gnaw's lips and the feline looked apologetic. After a moment of hesitation, he moved the bowl towards the dog's direction, offering him the food to eat. Gnaw immediately bowed his head to the bowl on the floor and lapped it up, scooping it into his mouth. It took a matter of minutes for him to gulp all the food down, his belly crying out with sheer euphoria over the wonderful meal. It was cold, but it tasted incredible.
Appreciative of the food, Gnaw moved his head forwards and licked at the feline's cheek, nuzzling against his side and then curling up against his body. He wanted to show affection for a boy who was much too kind. The feline giggled, reaching out to gently stroke the wolf's head, running his hand over the short fur.
"Atta boy..." The cub mumbled. "I'm Jrall. What's your name? ...Oh, right, you can't talk."
The boy giggled again and Gnaw's tail wagged fervently, appreciating his gentle touch. He nuzzled his head up a little higher and pressed it to the warm belly, grazing his lips against the cloth. He darted ous his tongue and licked curiously, tasting nothing but rough fabric.
"Poor guy...you must have been hungry for so long..." The feline mused, running a hand over his tabby fur. "But I can't keep a doggy...as much as I want one. Daddy won't let me have one."
It was disappointing to hear, but Gnaw couldn't exactly argue about it. He didn't have a voice to complain. Knowing he couldn't stay for long, despite wanting to enjoy the feline patting him a little longer, the dog slowly rose to his feet. He gave the cub a little lick along his cheek, before he padded around him, looking down the other end of the alley. His nose picked up the scent of other food, and he wanted more.
"Aww, are you going already?" The feline grimaced, reaching up and stroking along the dog's back. He continues to pat as Gnaw absently surveys the other end of the alleyway, too deeply curious about the scent to really be paying attention to what the feline was doing.
It was then that he froze. He felt something, but it wasn't on his back. In fact, it was on his sheath. He didn't need to turn his head to see what was happening: he identified the touch to be from the feline, and he felt those fingers clenching and squeezing his sheath a little bit. Gnaw instinctively pumped his hips forwards, driven by an instinctual need spurred on by a warm pressure around his sheath.
"O-Oh..." The feline paused at the powerful humping. His curiosity had gotten the better of him when he touched the sheath, doing it out of sheer intrigue about the dog's genitalia, but he hadn't expected the dog to get so into it. Maybe it was his nature, or maybe he was quite keen to breed. In either case, the feline wanted to know more.
The more that he touched, the more the canine's body seemed to change. Each animalistic hump and pant coaxed something from his sheath, and a tip began to slide forth, twitching to life and getting harder and harder. It started out small and narrow, but at the blood pumped into the length of Gnaw's cock, it quickly began to grow in size, quickly reaching half-mast without much issue.
"Wow..." The feline muttered, and he slowly dragged his fingers towards the twitching, tapering cock, feeling its strange warmth pulsing against his fingers. Gnaw immediately tensed up and thrust again with a little more gusto. The dog's mind quickly grew hazy as he instinctively succumbed to the idea of sex and breeding. His hunger was soon drowned out by the immeasurable, almost intoxicating desire to cum, and he turned his gaze towards the inquisitive feline, wondering exactly what he was going to do next.
Wordlessly, Jrall coaxed his fingers back as he reached his other hand up, touching with the canine's balls as other hand grazed over the clear, growing knot that was forming at the base of Gnaw's cock, and he slowly rose from a sitting position to his knees, continued to jerk and stroke. However, Gnaw didn't particularly like the feeling of his balls being touched: it was more out of an instinct than anything to keep them safe. He turned from the feline and circled around, his open hanging mouth and lolling tongue a clear indication that he was enjoying himself, and didn't plan on leaving just yet.
With a sheepish grin, Jrall reached down and began to take off his clothes. The canine couldn't fathom why that might be, or why he'd stopped touching, him, so he began to sniff at the boy's body, taking in his natural scent and committing it to memory, should he want to find him again at a later date if they get separated. The feline yanked his cloth shirt over his hand, and tugged at the string that kept his pants snugly tight around his waist. As they loosened, he rose to his feet and let them drop to the floor, his tabby fur dark and fuzzy in the dim light of the moon and the lit lamps that ran down the city's streets. Jrall cast a cautious glance to the main street, wondering if he would be spotted, before he returned to his previous position, settling on his knees.
Gnaw's nose explored his body, his wet nostrils meeting with the feline's short fur as he dragged it up and down his body, taking him in. He had a lithe chest and fairly boyish features, and Gnaw's muzzle grazed over the clear definition of a bony ribcage, betraying the boy's lack of nutrition. With that, his head dipped deeper towards the cub's crotch. He took in the scent of his body, and could smell the faint hint of arousal within his loins. He tentatively licked, catching the taste of flesh on his tongue as the wide appendage touched with the cub's humanoid member. He felt it warmly pulse under his tongue, and that only encouraged him to lick again.
"E-Easy..." The feline stammered, and a quiet sigh escaped the boy's lips as the cock hardened under the dog's assault. Gnaw's tongue curled and licked, feeling the turgid member pulse and throb against his tongue until it was nearing half mast. The canine's tongue expertly coiled underneath the member and he nudged it with his tongue, licking the underside and tasting the arousal in his mouth. His own tapered canine cock wildly twitched, reacting to the scent of carnal lust, and a string of pre-cum spurted from the end of his member, showing off how pent up he might be. He hadn't mated with a warm female in some time.
It didn't take long for the feline's member to reach full mast, but the canine's tongue didn't relent. Gnaw was driven by a strange force that urged him to keep going, and ultimately, he was enjoying the taste of the feline's cock. The arousal was doing wonders for him as well, making him more and more pent up as time went on. He could hear the feline's shallow breathing, his groaning and panting, and felt his gentle squirming. After a moment or two, Gnaw felt a loving hand atop his head, gently stroking his fur. It wasn't a hand of encouragement, but of gratitude, from what Gnaw could guess.
The more that Gnaw licked, the more he felt a peculiar taste on his tongue, one that he could only attribute to something salty and flavourless. He briefly slipped backwards and smacked his lips, looking down at the feline's twitching cock and noticing the thin strings of clear, sticky liquid that hung between his muzzle and the boy's member. He lashed out his tongue and effortlessly broke the link, once again tasting that peculiar flavour.
With a flushed expression, the feline shifted, moving from his knees and onto all fours, crawling forwards a little. Immediately, Gnaw's instinct kicks in: he trotted forwards and around the feline's behind, sniffing along his rear end until his muzzle pressed between the boy's cheeks. The feline tensed immediately from the sensation, but he didn't move away: though Gnaw couldn't offer much in the way of surprise, he was still rather impressed that the feline wanted to go through with what he might potentially do. He dipped his nose again as his muzzle met with the taut, pink pucker hidden between the cub's cheeks, and he instinctively lashed out his tongue, slobbering up the cub's behind.
Jrall let out a quiet gasp as the tongue probed and slathered along his backside, threatening to pop into his pucker at any moment, though Gnaw didn't quite think he had the power in his appendage to slip it in so easily. Despite that, he continued to lick, until his spittle practically dripped from the boy's behind, leaving the feline panting and shuddering, his humanoid cock aching for release. The arousal hung thick in the air like a fog, and the canine's sensitive nose picked it up easily. His mind grew cloudy as his instincts kicked in. In an instant, he hoisted himself up onto his hind paws, and his underside met with the feline's back.
There was something carnal, something deeply rooted into his very nature that enjoyed the sheer thrill of breeding. Whether it was the thought of spreading his seed and offspring, right down to the physical tickles of pleasure and the roaring tide of an orgasm, he craved it all. It was what it meant to be an animal, and he relished every moment of it. The minute his belly touched with Jrall's back, his hips reacted, bucking furiously forwards as the tapering end of his canine cock probed and prodded roughly around the feline's behind, missing its mark every time. Gnaw found himself panting heavily through the sheer stimulation on the tip of his dick along, and hs curled his front paws roughly around Jrall's hips, keeping him close, his back paws scuffling, desperate to find purchase.
After a few moments of laboured, desperate humping, Jrall eventually brought his hand back, pushing with his fingertips and slowly guiding the humping canine's cock towards his pucker. The tip of Gnaw's member inevitably met with the quivering pucker and he thrust forwards, plunging his cock all the way to the knot in a single thrust. Jrall gasped out and his innards immediately clamped down, squeezing like a vice and quivering around every available inch of the dog's fat cock. Gnaw lowered his head until his chin rested against the back of the boy's neck, and his hips tugged back. He began in on a series of rapid, violent humps, his hips plunging back and forth, his knot meeting with the cub's behind withe every thrust. It was a little rough and dry at first, but Gnaw's pent-up member was readily spurting pre-cum, making his thrusts easier and faster over time.
As he thrust, Gnaw cocked his leg up here and there, his body desperate to somehow get closer, to tie and curl warmly around the hammering heart beneath him. His hind leg met with the feline's behind here and there, his paw attempting to find purchase, but narrowly missing every time and grazing the cub's behind with his toeclaws. His awkward movements and rapid thrusts made with strangely passionate sex, and Jrall soon found himself quietly mewling and whimpering, his body trembling with each passing second, his breathing shallow and laboured.
Gnaw could sense something was approaching, but not from his own body. It was in the way the boy quivered and whined, the way he let out heavy gasps and occasionally reached between his legs with a single free hand to feel the rhythm of those thrusts against his behind. Suddenly, he began to shudder, and his little gasps turned into low, ominous groans. Gnaw began to see the hole he was fucking spasm and squeeze, gripping tighter than before, and that only encouraged him to thrust harder and harder.
Unbeknownst to Gnaw, though he probably had an inkling, Jrall had just orgasmed, and whilst his innards milked and gripped around the thick animal cock that so ruthlessly slammed into his tight behind, his humanoid member violently twitched, painting the ground in an array of gooey strings, the cum splattering across the cobbles and seeping between the cracks of the stone. Jrall didn't care who saw him now: his mother, father, friends or otherwise. He was thoroughly basking in the pleasure to being so brutally dominated, and his eyes rolled up into his eyes as he entered a truly euphoric state.
Gnaw was getting close: he could feel the pressure within him forming, and his body instinctively reacted. He sped up, thrusting just a little bit harder as he desperately attempted to ram his knot behind the cub's quivering ring, which so snugly squeezed around the length of his member. Each powerful thrust was met with resistance, which only frustrated the canine some more. His thrusts began to slow as he focused on the task at hand, meeting the cub's behind with his pelvis and resorting to sharp, quick thrusts, hoping that brute force along and well-timed humps would break the cub's ring and allow him inside. After a few moments of thrusting, accompanied by little gasps and quivering moans, the ring eventually stretched to accommodate him. In a matter of moments, he was tied.
A pleasure that was truly unfathomable coursed through his body as he felt every inch of those velvety, young inner walls squeezing around the curves of his cock, squeezing his knot and keeping him firmly locked in. His orgasm rolled over him in an instant and his tongue lolled from his mouth, his breath coming out in hot, heavy pants as he sought to expel some of the heat that had gathered within his body. His knot swelled and throbbed powerfully, before his cock twitched, shooting thick ropes of sticky cum right into the boy's behind. He splattered Jrall's insides with his thick load and he nestled himself happily down against the cub's body, one leg cocked up off the ground. His instincts told him to turn and make sure the cub took every ounce of his cum, but he was just a little smarter than that. He could tell that what he had tied to was far from a female. He resorted to relaxing and enjoying the sensations instead.
He could feel the cub wobbling beneath him, but the feline stayed upright somehow, taking his weight as the canine's cock continued to pump and ooze cum into the boy's behind, filling him up little by little as the dog's body hummed with the pleasure of his climax. It was a feeling so intoxicating and addicting that, for the most part, it was all he sought apart from food. He was glad to have felt that sensation once more.
When his orgasm inevitably began to fade, he was met with those same hunger pangs again and he brushed the notion aside. He was stuck, for now-- there was no changing that. He could find food later.
x x x
Before Gnaw realised it, it was morning. The sunlight above told him that he needed to get back into the shadows, and quick, if he wanted to stay alive. He raised his head and was momentarily disoriented with his surroundings, but his brain quickly caught up and he remembered where he was.
After he had bred the feline so easily, the two of them had, more or less, collapsed. The feline couldn't hold the dog up forward and eventually rolled to the side, but Gnaw had luckily deflated by that point. He remembered the cub being half-asleep and dozing off soon after, and Gnaw had felt strangely guilty, and so slept with his head atop the boy's side for the night, wanting to make sure he was safe. It was a peculiar thing to do, and a risky one, but it seemed nothing bad had happened. When he turned his gaze to the boy, the feline was still fast asleep.
In the sunlight, the cub's true features would be made out. He had a pointed face and brown and cream fur: his hands and feet were white, as was his belly and muzzle, but the rest of his was a creamy mixture of browns, similar to a brew he once remembered seeing. The boy had curled himself up tightly on the ground, as if protecting himself, but he seemed happy in his sleep.
Gnaw strode around him for a moment. He liked this boy. He wanted to see him well, and preferably again, if he ever got the opportunity. It was more than that, however: something within him told him he needed to do more than just know him and his scent. He needed to make sure he was untouched by others. For that, he knew exactly what to do.
It only took a few moments. He turned, padding around until he found an appropriate spot. Then, he cocked his leg, teetering on three paws, and began to urinate. His piss shot out in an arc from his sheath and landed expertly along the feline's side, the warm liquid splashing along his fur and trickling down his stomach and back.
Jrall was far too asleep to even register it at first, but after a few moments, he began to stir. Then, he bolted upright and quickly scooted out of the way just as the last remnants of the canine's stream died down. Gnaw tilted his head at him curiously as the feline's eyes widened and the reality of what happened, and what he had done before, set into his mind. His face twisted into one of sheet horror and embarrassment, and he quickly reached out to grab his dry clothes. He scrabbled to his feet, looking dismayed at his piss-stained fur, before tugging on his clothes and pants. He cast a final glance at the dog, before darting around the corner, disappearing from view.
Gnaw was inclined to follow, but then stopped. It was too risky. He could already see people making their way along the street, and the sun overhead told him that it was already mid-morning. He didn't want to risk being caught or attacked by people who thought they could get a free pass at a stray dog. He backed out and instead went the other way, disappearing behind the house and finding himself deep within the alcoves of the city.
With that, his journey for food continued, and he followed his sense of smell around the city. He first encountered the open doorway of a small general goods store, and as he lingered by the entryway, his eyes set upon a canvas bag on the far side of the room, typically used for counting potatoes. His desperation to stay full far outweighed the risks in that regard, as he leapt through the door, bounding across until he met with the bag, before dragging it outside.
He hoped that he'd hit the jackpot, and as he slipped his nose within the bag, his heart soared. The scent of vegetables filled his nostrils and he stuck out his tongue, tasting potatoes and carrots. He bit down and quickly began to chew. He didn't know when he'd get another meal like this, or when it'd be stolen from him, so he ate fast, without savouring what he was eating.
When he'd finally had his fill, he rested for a while, until the sun had soared over the sky and sat on the western side. The once sunny day quickly became bathed in a sea of orange, an indication of night falling once more. It was only then that the dog began to move again. He figured it might be nice to return to the feline boy-- should he even be welcome-- but instead, his nose picked up another scent. He couldn't quite put his paw on what it was, but he was curios.
He followed that smell some ways until his nose directed him to the slant that led down towards the canal. There, he could smell the aroma of food, of sorts. But, again, despite being closer, he couldn't identify its scent. The thought made him anxious.
As he headed down and around, he found that the tunnels under the city were dark and treacherous, but his curiosity over the scent led him deeper. He moved into the darkness of the tunnels, his animal brain not being able to realise what they were for, and the scent of food became intermingled with the scent of damp, specifically from the stone walls. He padded alone, feeling the stone path between that which had an iron grate running through the centre. His nose led him around several corners, this way and that, until he eventually found himself within the dark, standing at the entrance to a dark chamber.
It was eerily quiet. His eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the dark, and he wasn't able to make out anything. He could smell the food, and he soon came to realise that the scent was a little more than a few metres away. He stood by the entrance to the chamber and raised his head, sniffing the air tentatively.
Suddenly, a pressure hit him. Not an object, but an invisible force. He staggered back and quickly sense the power of an intimidating, dark aura against his body. Every fibre of his being told him to run, and he did just that. He turned and bounded forwards, taking a sharp left and heading towards the exits.
He didn't quite know the way back, so he kept running and turning, hoping that one would lead outside. Eventually, he saw it: the blinding light of the world beyond. He ran for it, paws pattering against the ground, the wind whipping around him. But it wasn't enough. Whatever he'd sensed, whatever he'd run from was chasing him, and it had just caught up.
He felt a mass on his back and it threw him off balance, sending him tumbling around on the stone in the dark until he was floundering around on his back, yelping and howling. Nothing was attacking him, but he was scared: it showed in the way his tail curled between his legs, which were cocked high into the air. He batted and kicked with his paws as he attempted to roll onto his side, but he found himself strangely unable to do so. No matter which way he turned, something forced him onto his back again.
Then, suddenly, the intimidating aura stopped. There was an eerie silence as Gnaw froze, his heart hammering in his chest, his breathing shallow and heavy. He was on-guard, of course, but there was only so much he could defend, laying on his back. Instead, he tried to focus on what was around him in the dark, and what he could feel. He immediately noticed a weight on his stomach.
As soon as he did, a pair of glowing red eyes suddenly appeared before him, and a monstrous cackle filled the air. Not just one, however, but several-- it had to be at least 3 or 4. If that didn't worry him enough, their weight and the glow of their eyes was a sure sign that they were not to be trifled with.
"We got us a live one, boys!" One of them spoke, much to the canine's surprise, and a sudden illumination surrounded them. The canine was fully able to see everything, but he now wished he couldn't.
Sitting before him, in various places, were rats. Not just any kinds of rats, however: their slightly tinted red fur, semi-feral stature, wicked eyes, larger-than-average sizes nearing that of 2 foot and the addition of horns atop their head made it clear they were demonic in nature. It was no wonder that Gnaw had felt such an intense pressure before: demons were known for being magical creatures. Gnaw had no talent for it himself-- he was, after all, an ordinary dog-- but his animal instincts at least made him able to sense it. Their bloodlust mere minutes ago was palpable, but now it was thoroughly non-existent.
Of the 4 demon rats before him, not one of them was identical to the other. Like a little troupe of brothers, all of them were strangely unique, both in horn placements and attire: the first, the one who spoke and Gnaw assumed to be the leader, had two simple, curved horns above its beady eyes and something akin to an adventurer's jacket over its shoulders. The second bore 4 horns instead of two and had more brutish muscles than the last, with a vest covering its chest and leaving its arms bare. Of the remaining two, the third was wrapped in a series of bandages with an array of spikes running along the centre of its skull and down its back, and the 4th ominously bore a hood that covered its eyes and shoulders, leaving its chest exposed, with a singular horn poking from within the torn cloth. Gnaw had never seen these folks before, and he knew that he was in trouble the moment he'd laid his eyes upon them.
The four of them exchanged glances between themselves, before they began moving into position. Gnaw had no idea what they planned to do, but he felt a pressure against his legs, and he watched with a wild gaze as the 4th of their group, the hooded rat, held a staff aloft. At a mere tug of the wooden catalyst, the dog's legs were yanked apart by an invisible force. No matter how hard he tried, his legs stayed firmly apart, displaying his vulnerable goods and the virgin asshole hidden at the base of his tail. That, it appeared, was the goal for one of them, but the leader standing atop his chest seemed to enjoy the position from where he was, looking down at the dog's face.
"Hmm...fast, limber...quite healthy too, though clearly a little lacking in food..." The leader remarked with a slightly high-pitched voice, betraying how small and rat-like he was. "But you'll do. He's all yours, Two."
On command from their leader, the one named 'Two', who bore the vest and four horns, moved into position between the canine's legs. Gnaw did his best to squirm, but the invisible hands held him firmly, making it unable to him to resist their advances. He watched as Two ducked down, and Gnaw froze when he felt the warmth of something against his behind. It wasn't a cock-- no, it was too wet. He could only assume it was a tongue.
To be violated so easily by 4 rats smaller than him was a little embarrassing, but there was nothing he could do about it. The rat atop him moved and laid across the canine's chest, relaxing and feeling the canine's muscles tense beneath his small body. The demon's body was about as long as his torso, though perhaps a little shorter, and the rat deliberately placed his paws around the sides of the canine's sheath, curling his toes along the length of it. Gnaw tensed when the felt the sharpness of claws gently grazing his balls, threatening him.
"Don't move an inch now, little doggy. We've been waiting for a lovely little thing like you for a while now," The leader mused, reaching up to tickle a finger under the canine's chin. "Just let Two do the work."
Gnaw was practically paralysed with fear, unsure whether to fight, run, howl, or join in. For now, all he could do was bear it and endure the sensations that racked his body, the conjoined pleasure and discomfort as the rats used him. He could feel that tongue probing deeper, heard the wet slurps of an appendage against his behind. After a few minutes of that, he felt the tongue receding, only to be replaced with hands.
The leader's pudgy semi-feral legs cocked and turned as he changed the tact of his paws, dragging his toes along the length of the sheath and then firmly applying pressure as he tugged them down. Gnaw knew the rat was trying to stimulate him and, unfortunately for the canine, it was working. The pressure around his sheath made the narrow length of his tapering member slip from his sheath with ease as he resisted the instinctual urge to buck his hips, though the magic that held him down made him unable to really do anything.
"That's better. Feels good when you just let us do our thing, right? Oh, right, you can't talk back." The rat mused, curling a paw around until the sole of his foot met with the canine's cock. Once pressure was applied to his length, the blood quickly pumped to his member, and Gnaw soon found himself panting, despite being to easily violated against his will. His body was simply too needy, too reactive to sex and pleasure for him to resist. Each gentle stroke from the demon rat's paw only served to make him harder, until his turgid length was pulsing at half-mast and his knot was beginning to swell.
It was hard to tell how far the rat was into his behind, but he was guessed that the demon had gone past the realms of his hand and plunged in arm-first into the canine's behind, given their size difference. He could certainly feel the rat inside of him, though it was hard to tell how deep he was. It was then that he felt a sharp stab inside of him, and a torrent of pleasure rolled through him, encouraging his cock to wildly throb and spurt strings of pre-cum that shot over the length of his body, primarily hitting along the rat's chest and stomach.
With a smirk, the rat leader dragged his paws up, reaching towards the tapering end of the canine's cock. He began to stroke them up and down, sliding his paws along the member as the pre-cum was scooped up against his soles. The aid of the liquid helped him to speed up the strokes of his rat paws, pumping them up and down the canine cock until it began to twitch against his touch, with Gnaw wildly pointing.
"Alright, Three, Four. Do what you like." The leader informed them, and the two rats who had since not bothered to join in, were suddenly allowed to do so. The one denoted as Three moved forwards, the bandages covering the majority of his body, leaving very little exposed. He went straight for one of the canine's paws, and to the dog's surprise, he soon felt the rat's tongue pressed up against his main pawpad. Gnaw reacted accordingly, his toes briefly splaying before his paw twitched, attempting to tug away, but Four's magic was impossible to shake.
The one labelled Four climbed his way up the canine's body, stepping around the leader as he went, who Gnaw guessed to be called 'One'. The hooded rat, staff still held aloft, made his way all the way up to the canine's muzzle, and he placed his feet either side of Gnaw's head. It was then that Gnaw finally got a look at what the rats were packing: their balls were sizable, disproportionate to the length of their cone-shaped cocks. Each of them bore something similar to 3 or so inches of member, but their balls were fat like tennis balls, just barely able to lift off the ground. Four deliberately nuzzled his balls against Gnaw's chin, before his cone-shaped cock prodded his panting muzzle, sliding against his tongue.
With that, the four of them violated him. Three and Four did as they pleased: Three assaulted his paw with his tongue, grasping and grabbing at his toes and splaying them apart so he could taste every inch of them, before he soon climbed up to hump his hips against the canine's paw, his cock wedging between the dog's toes. Four himself was content to violate Gnaw's mouth, his cock sliding back and forth over the dog's tongue until the pre-cum could easily be tasted on the dog's panting tongue.
One and Two had their own plans for the canine, and both of them seemed to be intent on making their new toy cum. Two's hand explored his insides, touching with every inch of his velvety inner walls whilst periodically touching with his quivering prostate, encouraging his member to throb and twitch as One wildly pumped his length with his dexterously paws, curling each and every toe around the length of his sensitive member, coaxing every drop of pre-cum from the end of his member, until the length of Gnaw's aching member was soaked in his own fluids.
Gnaw couldn't take much more. His panting was growing heavier and heavier, his breathing shallow, his body tense. He could feel the pressure within him growing tighter, and he knew he wouldn't last very longer under their assault. Four seemed to have just about as much stamina as him: he was more attentive to the one in his mouth, and could feel that he was slowing down. He felt one clawed hand around the top of his muscle, fingers digging against his flesh-- though not enough to prick his skin-- and heard the rat's heavy breathing.
With a groan and a sigh, Four's thrusting stopped, and the dog shifted as he felt a salty taste against his tongue, considerably more potent than before. The taste made him recoil and he immediately wanted to spit it out, but he was unable to do so. The rat humped against his mouth a little more before dragging back, his cock hanging limp as he laid against the canine's muzzle.
"Almost done, big guy?" One teased with a giggle, feeling each violent twitch, each heavy throb as the canine couldn't help but whimper and huff through his nose, smelling the arousal and scent of sex in the air. His ears perked to the sound of Three's grunting and, moments later, he felt a warmth between his toes, causing Gnaw to instinctively curl his toes. That seemed to elicit a quiet squeak in response.
He couldn't hold it back any longer. One's teasing had been the nail in the coffin: the combined assault on his prostate and cock was too much for him to bear. His knot began to swell as his whining increased, and he couldn't help but try to buck his hips up, desperate to take control and hump. One curled his paws down, squeezing and curling them around the canine's impressive knot as, finally, the dog orgasmed.
It started with a single thick spurt that splattered across the canine's chest and One's body. Then came another, and then another, and it didn't show any signs of stopping. Each string and rope of seed shot onto his own body, staining his fur as One sighed atop him, apparently relishing the warmth of cum against his red-ish black furred body. With each thick spurt, his cock pulsed and the knot throbbed, and One deliberately applied a bit more pressure, just to coax those extra droplets of seed from the end of his member.
The orgasm inevitably faded within a warm hole around his knot, and he began to pant quietly, spent and confused. Two, who had been lodged within his behind, slowly yanked and slipped out of the canine's body, leaving him feeling strangely empty inside. It was strange that he'd gotten so used to the feeling of it, but he brushed that thought aside. His gaze darted down to the cum-covered rat on his chest, who looked up at him with a mischievous twinkle.
"Boys, I think we've found a fun new mount. Don't you?"
"Damn straight." Four panted quietly, moving back and hopping off the canine, relaxing against his side.
The canine looked between them, a trickle of fear running up his spine. He knew he wasn't going to get out of this one.