Lake Valiant

Chapter 2

Timothy, although having conquered his fears and anxiety, still hesitated on what to send next. Lyra was special, a rarity unlike any before her. 

‘Now I’m a stud, eh? Thought I was a brat?’

Of course he had to play. He couldn’t back down from the persona he had created for himself, especially for a girl like Lyra. 

‘You ARE still a brat, but you’re also cute.’

Timothy blushed. He had been called cute before, but this felt like genuine respect and interest. Equals in regards. 

‘I thought you looked pretty cute during your show on the bus.’

‘And what, you didn’t put one on for me? Your little cock splattered cum all over yourself.’

Timothy snorted, rolling over onto his stomach. It was so on. 

‘Says the girl that sat in a puddle of her own cum. I bet I could smell your panties from here, perv.’

‘A desperate pervert like you would fap to it.’

She got him. He would give anything to smell her panties, even just a whiff on the wind. She was becoming a quick addiction. Even her teasing got him hard, his paw absently stroking himself. 

‘Just the idea turned me on.’

‘Pathetic.’ 

She was just teasing, of course. He knew it, and rather enjoyed it. Such a fire cracker, this squirrel was. Made even more apparent by her next text message. 

‘Check this out,’

His eyes widened, cock spurting a shot of pre-cum. It was a picture of a young cub’s spent pussy. Lyra’s tell-tale lavender fingers spread it just wide enough to see inside. The unknown cub, a feline of some sort, had soaked her thighs with a splatter of her own cum; Lyra’s paw was, of course, in the line of fire. 

‘Played with this girl last week.’

‘Wow.’

Cub porn was widely frowned upon, although not illegal. Just sharing it with someone else was exhilarating for the young mouse. The more taboo something was, the more he loved it. To go against the rules, to fight back at every chance. It turned him on fiercely.

‘I have some of my own,’ Timothy scrolled through his collection, browsing for just the right picture. ‘Had fun with this girl at school a couple days ago.’

The picture, a downward view of his cock emptying his balls on a well used cub pussy, easily one-upped Lyra’s. 

‘You really did a number on that poor girl! Where even was that?’

‘In the broom closet. I cleaned it up a long time ago.’

‘You’re crazy! I hope you get caught one day, pervert.’

He smirked, knowing what a scandalous travesty that would be. 

‘So do I.’ 

‘You’re such a brat!’

‘Haha, you know what else? I think her dad is fucking her. I could smell him on her. She’s in heat. A little Lynx girl. Only 8, but damn! She’s sexy.’

‘Sexier than me?’

‘Not nearly, but she’s still a very good fuck. I hope you get to meet her one day.’

He dodged that bullet, but just barely. 

‘Nice save, stud.’

The conversation lulled for a moment, but was reignited by Lyra. She sent another picture, a nude of herself. A lower body shot, focused square on her wet pussy. Timothy remembered it well, beautiful and under-developed. He quickly saved it to his favourites, making a new folder titled ‘Lyra’.

‘Gimme one back, handsome.’ 

He shook himself from his pussy induced daze. His cock, wet with pre and soaked in his last orgasm, throbbed uncomfortably against his belly. He shrugged, taking a quick snap of his messy cock.

‘How about this?’

‘Pfft, looks like you’ve had some fun.’

‘Couldn’t help it.’

Lyra shifted on her couch. She lounged in the nude with her best friend, Puck. A Magpie, much older than Timothy and Lyra. The bird pushed his shoulder against Lyra’s, peeking in on the pic Timothy sent. 

‘He’s a strange catch, Ly.’

‘Right? He’s a freak, like, an actual anomaly. He’s so into all this stuff. I couldn’t believe it.’

‘Think he’s bi-curious?’

‘Dunno. Could ask.’

‘Nah, let him find out on his own. I want to see that butt, though. Get him to send a pic.’

Lyra rolled her eyes, her thumbs typing out the message. Timothy sent it without hesitation, his little butt was firm, yet soft and small. Easily squished and squeezed, a malleable prize. A perfect boy bottom. 

‘He’s cute,’ Puck began. ‘Not as good looking as Arthur, but he has a nice butt.’ 

‘He’ll want something back. How about we tease him a bit? Take your panties off.’

Puck raised his brow, but did as he was asked. He tugged down his panties, kicking them to the floor with his taloned feet.

‘And what, you’re going to trick him by sending a picture of my slit?’ 

Lyra smirked, shuffling herself around so that her little pussy pointed towards puck.

‘Come on, it’ll be funny. Put your slit against mine.’ 

Puck ruffled his feathers, as was his habit when questioning silly things, but he soon gave in. 

‘It’s not gonna work. This guy is like a sex fiend or something.’

‘Lighten up, bird brain. He’s just a little kid. He probably hasn’t even seen an avian.’

Puck scooted himself up against Lyra, pushing his feathered slit up against her soaked little cunt.

‘Gosh, you’re wet Ly. Didn’t think a cub could get you this turned on.’

Lyra’s cheeks flushed red and her tail swished behind her. 

‘He’s different, okay? Shut up and let me take the picture.’

She made sure her under-developed mound pushed up against Puck’s slit to show off just enough pink between them. Satisfied, she snapped the picture. 

‘Oooh, yeah. You definitely look like a girl. The skirt sells it.’

Her thumbs tapped out a quick message before sending the picture, ‘How about you come over and fuck us both, stud.’ She hit send, giving her magpie friend a devious grin. 

‘I know that look. What did you do...’

‘Oh, nothing much. Just asked if he wanted to come over and fuck us.’

‘Ly... We don’t even know this kid.’

‘Reeelax. He’s totally cool. I can tell, you know I’m good at that.’

Puck clacked his beak shut. He couldn’t argue it, and well, he really liked the look of that tight mouse.

‘Fine. But I better get to play with him.’

‘Don’t worry. I have a plan.’ 

The telltale buzz of her phone stole her attention. Timothy responded in typical male fashion. 

‘He likes what he sees. He’s calling you a cute girl. Wow, yeah, he would really like a piece of you.’ 

Puck snorted as he pulled on his panties, flicking his tail feathers into Lyra’s face. She swatted at him before he could disappear into the bathroom.

Timothy rolled out of bed. He paced for a moment, toying with his eyeglasses. It was really late, going on 10:00 pm. The digital clock, the only source of light in his room, was a constant reminder. His thumbs tapped hesitantly against his phone, only to erase the message before he could work up the courage to send it. He had taken his game too far. Sneaking out at night wasn’t something the young cub had ever done, much less on a school night. 

He sighed, flopping back onto his bed. The squirrel was special, incredibly so. He couldn’t possibly say no, especially not after the persona he set. What would she think of him if she found out he was just a nerdy mouse boy in 4th grade, a straight A student, with not even a blemish on his record. 

He silently cursed himself. The sun had long since set, and he would have to walk the city streets for who knows how long alone in the dark. 

‘I wouldn’t know my way.’

It was true, he wouldn’t know his way around, much less in the dark. 

‘No worries, I’ll meet you at the same bus stop, k? I’m on my way now. See you soon.’

He was doomed. A pit of anxiety filled his stomach, his eyes settling on his bedroom window. He would be grounded forever if he were ever caught, but there was no going back now. With a deep breath, he pulled his window up just enough to escape into the chilly, late summer air. 

The streets of his quiet suburban neighbour were well lit, but the unfamiliarity of night made the mouse uneasy. His breath turned to vapour with each breath, and the chilling wind reminded him of his poor choices. 

The bus stop, only a short walk away from his home, sat vacant. He shivered, wrapping his naked tail around his waist. The streets were empty, and the buses had long since stopped running to his neighbourhood. He sighed, taking a seat inside the bus shelter. The florescent light flickered and hummed, buzzing in an almost stereotypical way. It didn’t help calm his nerves, the opposite, in fact. 

Before Timothy could conjure up a fictional murderer, the familiar outline of squirrel appeared through the gloom. It was Lyra, dressed in warm, spring clothing. 

‘Hey, mouse.’

‘H-hey.’

Lyra rose a brow, looking the mouse up and down.

‘Didn’t you bring a jacket?’

‘Didn’t think I would need one. I made a mistake.’

‘I would say. Well, come on. It’s warm at my place.’ 

Timothy fell in step beside his bushy tailed companion. He nudged against her, grabbing hold of her oversized tail.

‘I’m just going to borrow this.’

Lyra smirked, making a point to fluff up her tail.

‘Whatever floats your boat, kiddo.’

He snuggled into the fluffy fur, instantly feeling warmer. 

‘Where’s your place?’ 

‘Just down the road to those apartments. I share with my best friend.’

‘The girl I saw in that picture?’ Timothy said, rather slyly. 

Lyra held back a giggle, her paw rubbing at her whiskers.

‘Yes, she can’t wait to meet you. Brat.’

Timothy smirked, cuddling up closer to the lavender squirrel.

‘Are your parents home tonight?’

Lyra hesitated for a moment, her nose twitching in slight annoyance.

‘You don’t have to worry about that. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves.’

The rest of the walk was taken in relative silence, mostly due to the unusually chilly night and Lyra’s squirrelly attitude. The apartment building itself was only a three story, unimpressive in its design, with a similarly designed parking lot.

‘Well, this is it. It’s nothing fancy, but it suits our budget.’

 The main foyer had to be unlocked by a tenet key. Timothy pulled away from her warm tail, giving the squirrel enough space to find it. The doors buzzed and opened automatically. Lyra walked inside with Timothy hot on her heels. 

‘The decor seems tacky.’

‘Tell that to the super...’

A new wave of anxiety washing over him as he followed the squirrel down the deserted halls. 

‘We’re at the end here. No neighbours at the moment, but I think there’s a couple above us.’

‘Heh, so that means I can get a little rough?’

Lyra’s tail smacked against Timothy, her excellent dexterity allowing for her to gag him. The little mouse had said that a little too loud for her liking. 

‘Wow. You’re unbelievable. At least wait till we’re inside.’

Lyra fumbled with her keys again, trying and failing to open her door several times before hitting the sweet spot. She grabbed Timothy’s paw, dragging him into the dark interior. The lights were easy to find, she had done it a million times, after all. They were a dim yellow, barely enough to light the narrow hallway. 

‘Puck! I’m home. Our special guest is here.’ 

There was no answer. She shrugged as she turned to Timothy. 

‘You can leave your shoes here. No real mat or anything, just toss them where ever.’

Timothy kicked his shoes to the side, falling in step behind Lyra.

‘Is your friend home?’

‘Yeah, probably just being anti-social.’ 

The hallway opened up into a small living room. A TV sat to the side of the entrance, and a large couch spanned the wall opposite. A multi-screened computer set up lay empty, with obvious signs of previous habitation. There was only enough room left for a coffee table and a love seat. The former of which a mess of old take out boxes and dirty dishes.

‘Don’t mind the mess. It’s easy to clean, we’ve just had a lazy week.’

‘I don’t mind. Kinda smells like a Vietnamese restaurant.’ 

Lyra hastily cleared up the couch, motioning for Timothy to take a seat. 

‘I’ll go find Puck. Make yourself comfortable.’

‘No problem.’

Timothy sat himself down in the middle of the couch. He immediately pulled his phone out of his pocket, his thumb scrolling through a mess of apps. The Insta-Cub app had been hidden within a multitude of folders. An elaborate scheme to hide his perverted nature from his parents. The app, an image sharing social media, allowed only cubs to post, but anyone of any age could browse and follow whoever they wished. 

Timothy had quite the following of perverts from all around the world. Some were even from his own city. It both scared and excited him. It was, of course, a product of his habit of posting nudes of himself and the aftermaths of his diverse sexual encounters. Tonight would be no exception. 

In the other room, separated only by thin walls, Lyra and Puck conversed in hushed whispers. 

‘You gotta do the girl voice.’

Puck ruffled his feathers and clacked his beak. 

‘That seems cheap.’

‘Look, I know you want to do it. You got all dressed up and prettified for him.’

Indeed, he did. The magpie wore a simple skirt and a tight top, but he had gone all out on his makeup. The poor avian blushed under his feathers, his tail fanning to signal slight annoyance. 

‘Okay, fine. But he better like the surprise.’

‘Oh, trust me. He will.’

The conversation had gone unnoticed by the young mouse, who had been very preoccupied with taking several pictures of himself. Many of which were rather revealing, most just sensual posing. His thumbs mashed against his screen, even when Puck and Lyra rounded the corner. Timothy looked up with a smirk, laying his eyes on Puck for the first time. 

‘Timothy, this is Puck. Puck, Timothy.’

‘Hello, mousie.’ Puck said, his voice much higher than before. His hips swayed slowly side to side, making his skirt twirl. 

Timothy stared up at the magpie, his eyes looking on in awe. ‘You’re much prettier in person, birdie.’ 

‘See?’ Lyra began, ‘You and Timmy will get along just fine.’ 

Puck was too busy blushing to respond to either of them. His beak gently clacked open and closed, and his feathers ruffled. 

‘You must be a lot older than me,’ Timothy said, patting the seat next to him. ‘But that’s okay, I don’t mind.’

Puck nodded. ‘Y-yeah, I’m fifteen.’ 

‘I could tell by that picture Lyra sent me. You’re very beautiful down there, Puck.’

Lyra stifled a giggle, pushing Puck towards the couch. Puck was more impressed than he was flustered, but he was plenty of both. The mouse, being insanely cute, had already been quite attractive to the young bird; the flirting only adding to the temptation. 

Puck sat himself down next to Timmy. Their eyes met for a moment that seemed to last forever, but Puck was quick to break the silence. 

‘You’re a serious little romancer, Timmy. All that buttering up might lead you someplace nice.’ He rested his talon across Timothy’s thigh, giving the little mouse a sly wink. ‘I’m really glad you liked that picture. It’s not often I get to show off to a handsome boy.’

Timothy had flushed straight red. This ‘Girl’ was much older than he, and seemingly very interested and receptive. He hadn’t gone this far with a girl Puck’s age, much less get this flirty. The heat from his cheeks gradually flowed up to his soft, round ears. They twitched uncomfortably, a clear sign of arousal in mice. 

‘W-well, it was my pleasure, of cours- Eep!’ Timothy squeaked! Puck having squeezed down on the top of his thigh, very close to his obviously erect cock. 

Puck giggled, his talon kneading and stroking along the mouse’s inner thigh. ‘Calm down, cutie. I don’t bite.’ 

Timothy gulped nervously, but managed a reply. ‘You can bite a little...’

Puck exhaled hotly, his feathers ruffling. It took all of his willpower, and several long breaths, not to get erect. It was driving him crazy. He wanted the mouse bad, almost as much as the mouse wanted him. Timothy lay a paw across Puck’s thigh, his fingers running through the soft plumage.

‘You’re making it very tempting, mousie.’ As if to prove a point, Puck clacked his beak next to Timmy’s flushed ears. ‘I can tell these things are erogenous...’ His hot breath washed over Timothy’s sensitive ears, making him shiver in pleasure. 

The reaction was more than enough to fill the bird with the confidence to keep going. He bit down on one of Timothy’s ears, giving it a gentle tug. The mouse squirmed and squeaked, his roaming paw inching its way up Puck’s skirt. Puck spread his legs, giving Timothy easier access to his blue-stripped panties. 

Lyra lounged across from the snogging couple. She watched with growing interest, her paws quickly pushing down her pants. She kicked them to the side, huffing hotly as her fingers pressed against her needy clit through her pink panties. 

Timothy’s paw rubbed against Puck’s panties, his fingers trailing up and down the hidden slit. 

‘Does that feel good birdie?’ Timothy said, as his other paw rubbed up and down along Puck’s back. Puck tugged on Timothy’s ears once more before breaking away. He held back his growing arousal with great difficulty. He nodded weakly, his breath growing ragged and hot. 

Timothy smirked, his fingers hooking over the elastic of Puck’s panties. He slowly tugged them down, revealing Puck’s feathery slit. Timothy immediately pressed against the wet folds, his fingers trailing up and down, pressing ever so slightly inside. 

Lyra choked back a squeak, her tail twitching with her growing arousal. Her panties had been dropped to her ankles, revealing her under-developed, little cub pussy. Her folds were covered in a smooth, white fur; bordered by a luscious lavender coat that grew along most of her body, save for her stomach and thighs. 

Puck held back a moan as Timothy rubbed along his most sensitive and private area. He could feel his cock growing inside him, threatening to poke from his slit and ruin the fun. He held back as long as he could, letting the little mouse explore. Those dainty cub fingers felt like magic against his exposed sex, making his feathers ruffle with arousal. 

Timothy looked up from his exploration, his muzzle pressing against Puck’s beak. They shared an awkward kiss, beak against lips, their tongues meshing as best they could. Timothy teased Puck’s slit, pushing his finger deeper and deeper inside. Puck moaned into the kiss, his hips bucking forward into the mouse’s paw. Pleasure surged through Puck’s body, making him tremble and shake. His arousal finally broke through, his cock slowly growing past Timothy’s fingers.

The little mouse continued his gentle fingering, oblivious to the bird’s growing erection. He broke the kiss, burying his muzzle into Puck’s neck; to sniff and nibble. Then, he hesitated, his palm pressing against something hard and wet. He lifted his head out of Puck’s plumage, his nose twitching as he tried to figure out what it was. His paw wrapped around it, soaking his furless palms. It only took a moment for him to realize that his hand was wrapped around a growing cock. He squeaked! Looking up to meet Puck’s eyes. 

‘What’s wrong, mouse? I thought you wanted to play with me.’

Timothy’s eyes widened. Puck’s voice had grown deeper, revealing his true gender. Timothy gulped, his cheeks flushing to an unbearable heat. He chanced a look, his breath catching at the sight of Puck’s large and exotic cock. Fully grown, it throbbed impatiently. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip, trailing down the curved length of the shaft to soak the growing knot. 

‘Y-you’re a boy!’

Puck giggled and gave the mouse’s ears a gentle nip.

‘Did you think I was anything else?’

‘I-I thought you were a girl...’

‘Just a little trick. You can thank Lyra for that.’

Lyra was too busy moaning to hear Puck rat her out. Her fingers pumped furiously in and out of her soaked pussy, creating a very lewd echo. 

‘See? Ly loves it,’ Puck said, his taloned hands pulling Timothy in for another kiss. It lasted only for a moment, leaving the mouse winded and flushed. ‘The question is, do you?’

Timothy gave a gentle nod. He hadn’t been with another boy before, much less one so large. The thought excited him, despite the initial scare. Timothy’s paw hadn’t moved from Puck’s throbbing cock. He took the opportunity to toy with it gently, feeling every inch of the exotic shaft. Puck chirped and whistled, his hips thrusting into those soft paws. 

‘You are too cute, mousie.’ 

Timothy squeaked and blushed. He felt so small and vulnerable compared to this male in front of him. Puck’s scent was more than enough to make Timothy’s cock throb uncomfortably in his tight pants. That intoxicating smell drew him in, made him want to submit to every whim. Stronger yet, when he brought his soaked paw to his snout, to take in Puck’s intimate scents. 

‘Y-you smell r-really good...’

‘Thank you, sweetie.’

Puck eyed up the mouse during the short pause, his tongue licking along his beak in anticipation. He couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed the mouse onto his back, making the little boy squeak in protest. Puck hovered over the mouse, giving him gentle nibbles along his neck.

‘Tell me to stop.’ He said, barely above a whisper. 

Timothy bit his lower lip as Puck’s weight pressed against him. New sensations and desires flooded the young boy. They were at first confusing, but after a few more nibbles and gentle kisses from the bird, those feelings faded away. 

‘How about we get you out of these clothes?’

Puck’s gentle gaze made the young boy melt. The bird was definitely attractive, oddly so to the mouse. These new feelings made his heart tingle and jump! But, to like another boy? It was alien to him, but it felt so right. 

‘Please...’

Puck smirked, his talons hooking over Timothy’s pants, to pill them down slowly past his knees. He gave a short whistle, admiring the mouse’s small frame and cute underwear. Timothy’s little cock pitched a perfect tent, the tip of which stained with copious amounts of boy cum. 

‘Discovering new things about yourself, little mouse?’ Puck teased. 

Timothy’s ears twitched, and his face flushed hotter than ever before. Lyra laughed loudly, enjoying the sight of the flustered mouse.

‘Puck! You’ve broken the poor boy.’ She said, her tongue licking her fingers clean. 

‘He’s loving it. Right, mousie?’

Timothy gave a gentle nod, and then stared daggers at Lyra. 

‘I’m so going to get you back for this.’

‘Not if Puck keeps you knotted to him.’

Timothy gulped nervously, his eyes settling on Puck’s leaking cock. The knot had swelled, a detail the young mouse had missed. He had heard of knots before, but he had certainly never taken one. 

‘Will it hurt?’

‘Only a little bit. We’ll take it slow, at your own pace. Okay?’ 

Timothy wrapped his arms around puck and pulled him in for another kiss. Their tongues meshed as Puck pulled down Timothy’s underwear. Timothy’s cock sprung up past the elastic, splatting hot pre-cum against his furry belly. 

‘Gosh, Timmy. You’re leaking more than I am.’ 

‘S-shut up...’ Timothy looked away, almost embarrassed. 

Puck pressed the mouse’s underwear against his beak, huffing in the strong scent. He made sure Timothy could see him do it.

‘I love your smell, cub.’

Puck tossed the underwear to the side as he shimmied his body up against the young mouse. Their cocks met, his easily three times bigger than the little rodent. Puck rubbed his length against Timothy’s, slicking their shafts in a mix of pre-cum.

‘Do you like that, little cub?’

‘Y-yes...’

‘Speak up, sweetie.’

‘Yes!’

‘Good boy.’

Puck pressed his full weight against the young boy, making him squirm and squeak. He rocked his hips back and forth, brushing his feathers against Timothy’s tight sack with each pass. Timothy’s eyes practically rolled into the back of his head, his mind a buzz with unbelievable pleasure. His breathing grew ragged and hot, mixing with the panting breath from the enthusiastic bird above him. 

‘Oooh, P-Puck! I’m gonna...’

‘M-me too.’

Timothy pulled Puck tight against him, his claws digging into the Magpie’s back. His hips humped instinctively, his tiny cock splattering strands of hot cum along his lower belly and Puck’s thrusting length. Timothy’s squeaks of pleasure were dwarfed by the Magpie’s orgasmic chorus. Puck’s feather’s ruffled, and he whistled a short melody as his cock painted Timothy’s chest with strands of hot cum. 

Lyra huffed and chittered. Her legs were spread wide apart, her fingers pumping in and out of her soaked pussy. She gasped and shuddered, pulling her fingers out of her cunt to rub her little clit in fast circles. Pleasure slammed into the young squirrel, making her pussy spasm and her back arch. Hot cum splattered across the love seat and pooled around her spent folds.

‘Oooh, fuck... That was too hot!’

Lyra brought her soaked paw to her face and huffed in the scent. It sent a shiver down her spine, her tongue eagerly licking her paw clean. 

Timothy and Puck held each other close, neither of them paying any attention to the lewd squirrel. Their eyes had fallen into a stare, and they breathed each other’s warm breath. Puck recovered first, giving the mouse gentle kisses down his cum covered chest and belly; his long avian tongue lapping happily at the mix of fluids. Timothy spread his legs, almost instinctively, allowing the older boy full access to his messy cock. He inhaled sharply as Puck’s warm tongue licked eagerly at his little cock, cleaning it of every last drop of cum. 

No words were exchanged between them, only a look of trust and arousal. Puck pulled Timothy’s rump up by his legs, his talons keeping the young mouse spread. Timothy, with his head pushed into the cushions and rump held high in the air, blushed fiercely as he met Puck’s gaze. Puck gave him a cheeky wink before pressing his beak into the mouse’s butt. That long, avian tongue pressed against Timothy’s exposed tail hole. The little mouse squeaked and squirmed, but Puck held him firmly with his strong talons. 

Timothy had been reduced to a moaning mess of golden fur. He practically drooled, the pleasure sending jolts through his virgin rear. 

‘T-that’s new...’

Puck smirked, doubling his efforts with long, wet licks over Timothy’s tight hole. He did small circles around the rim, licking with greedy anticipation only a corvid could muster. His licks grew stronger with each pass, pushing against Timothy’s hole, till finally it slipped inside. His tongue sank deep inside little Timothy, making the boy squeal in shocked surprise. Puck held the boy still, his tongue swirling along the Mouse’s tight walls. 

The sexual scent, and the smell of fresh cum, was almost intoxicating, more than enough to make Puck’s cock throb painfully between his legs. It leaked and twitched, practically begging to be pushed inside the young boy. The bird pulled away with a wet smack, giving a small moment to appreciate the small gape he gave to the little mouse. He let Timothy fall flat to the couch, his talons fishing around under the coffee table, pulling up a bottle of lube. 

‘There’s a full bottle in my bedroom if you need it.’ Lyra said, her fingers casually sliding in and out of her pussy. 

‘I think there’s enough here. I may have gotten carried away with my tongue.’ 

‘I’d say. Look, he’s winded.’

Puck rolled his eyes as he poured lube onto his fingers. He lifted the panting mouse, his fingers pushing  ever so gently into Timothy’s virgin tail hole.

‘P-puck, that hurts...’

‘Shh, little mouse. It’ll pass. Just need to loosen you up a bit. Relax, let me take care of you.’

Timothy took in deep breaths through his nose, his large buck teeth biting down on his lower lip. He relaxed his rump, his eyes widening as Puck slipped a second finger inside him.

‘There you go. Just like that.’

Puck poured extra lube onto Timothy’s clenching hole, making sure to push it deep with each hilt of his fingers. Satisfied, he pulled out of Timothy to stroke his cock with the leftover lube. 

‘I’m going to fuck you now, mousie.’ 

Puck wiggled himself on top of Timothy, his free talon lining his cock up against the mouse’s tail hole. Timothy wrapped his arms around Puck’s warm, feathered body; his hammering heart near deafening. He gasped and squeaked as Puck pushed his tapered tip inside, his claws digging into Puck’s back. 

‘S-stop clenching, s-sweetie...’

Timothy nodded, and he closed his eyes. He focused on breathing, letting his hole relax just enough for Puck to begin sliding ever so slowly inside. With a long sigh and a happy coo, Puck buried himself up to his swollen knot. The pleasure rippled through both boys, making Timothy’s rump spasm and clench. Puck could barely hold it together, the way the mouse squeezed down on his entire length, the warmth of the little boy, and those arousing moans and gasps.

Puck leaned in for a kiss, their bodies having become one through pleasure and lust. Timothy had never felt so full in his life. Puck’s large cock throbbed deep inside him, enough to even bulge his little belly. Curiosity drove the mouse to bring a paw to his stomach, to feel their carnal union. 

‘I-I, ah, can f-feel you throb through my belly...’

Puck huffed, his hot breath cascading over the panting mouse. The mouse had pushed all the right buttons. He couldn’t hold back any longer, his hips pulling his length out to the tip as he watched the mouse squirm underneath him. Without waiting a moment longer, he pushed back inside, their hips meeting with a wet slap. Their shared moans filled the room, only interrupted by squeaky, muffled kisses.

Lyra had completely undressed, her breathing ragged and unsteady as she fingered her underaged pussy. Her sexual fluids had long since soaked her thighs, and with each thrust inside her own folds, a wet echo would sound, adding to the sexual chorus of young cubs. 

Puck had built a rhythm, his hips gently smacking into Timothy with each deep thrust. He was close, desperately so, the mouse squeezing down on him perfectly. His knot pressed against Timothy’s tail hole, begging to tie the little boy. Puck needed it, an instinctive desire to breed this young mouse. The way he squirmed and squeaked each time his cock slid inside; and those beautiful blue eyes. 

With a sudden thrust, he pressed his knot roughly against Timothy’s used hole. Slowly, Timothy’s tight, little rim widened around the insistent bulb. Timothy yelped and squeaked! His paws clutched down hard into Puck’s plumage, his large buck teeth gritting sharply as the knot disappeared inside his little butt. 

Puck reared his head, moaning and chirping as he painted Timothy’s deepest depths with hot cum. Timothy could feel every throbbing shot against his walls. He squirmed against Puck’s knot, his hole clenching down on the invading bulb. Puck tugged back and forth on his knot, filling Timothy with every last drop. It sent the mouse over the edge, his cock twitching and throbbing as the most powerful orgasm of his life shook his body. Strands of hot cum splattered against his face and chest, staining his beautiful facial fur. Puck cooed and clacked his beak, his hips grinding against Timothy. His long, bird-like tongue lapped greedily along Timothy’s face, cleaning him of his delicious mess. 

‘Good mouse...’ Puck whispered, his beak biting and tugging on Timothy’s sensitive ears. 

Timothy moaned, his cock shooting another rope of cum. He was simply too pleasured to respond, but his crimson cheeks and heavy, pleasured breathing was more than enough for Puck. Lyra, however, spoke up. 

‘See. You broke him, just like you did to poor Arthur. Gonna tie every boy I bring over?’ 

‘He wanted it...’ 

Puck gave his knot another tug, making the mouse the squeak in protest. 

‘I think we’re going to be stuck together for a little bit, Timmy.’

Timothy brought his breathing under control enough to give a shaky reply. 

‘T-that’s okay... It f-feels really good.’

‘Wanna cuddle?’

‘Duh...’

Puck pressed himself down into Timothy’s mess, the two sharing another awkward kiss. It was short lived, the two being interrupted by a knock at the front door. 

‘Arthur’s here!’ Lyra said.

She got up and left the living room completely naked and covered in her own cum. The surprised mewl, and the subsequent teasing by Lyra, was anything but unexpected. Lyra rounded the corner back into the living room, and Arthur hurried to catch up to her. 

‘Arthur, this is Timmy.’ She said, pointing a climbing claw at the golden furred mouse currently knotted to a magpie. ‘As you can see, he’s a bit tied up at the moment.’

Arthur stared at the messy, cum splattered scene of fur and feathers. Puck made sure to lift his leg enough for the young boy to see all the finer details. His cheeks flushed red and his tail whipped nervously behind him. 

‘N-nice to meet you...’

Timothy was too busy basking in the afterglow of his orgasm to get a good look at Arthur, but he tried his best to seem polite.

‘S-same...Ah..’

Arthur wanted to get closer, but Lyra quickly snatched him by the arm. 

‘Didn’t you get a chance to change? It’s like 1 am.’

Arthur, a cub of ten years, was a seasoned cub scout. He wore an olive green cub scouts uniform, with a matching ball cap and red scarf. A tan sash ran across his chest, and was absolutely loaded with merit badges.

‘Not that I’m complaining.’ Lyra quickly added. 

‘I could have, but I knew you find it... sexy.’ He said the last word just barely above a whisper, his cheeks even redder than before. Lyra snorted hotly and dragged the boy down the hall, her door closing shut behind them. 

Puck and Timothy lay together in silence, enjoying each other’s warmth and scent. The beating of their hearts nearly lulled the mouse to sleep, but he was snapped back to reality by a sharp tug from Puck’s knot. 

‘S-sorry. I’m almost small enough to pull out.’

Timothy nodded and braced for another tug. Puck pulled harder this time, his knot coming free with a wet pop. Timothy squeaked and shivered as the entire length slipped from his well used hole. The feeling alone was weird enough, but oddly very pleasurable to the young mouse.

‘Wow...’ Timothy said, breathless once more. 

Puck casually stroked his length as he watched Timothy’s gaping hole drip with his cum. He would never tire of a sight like that, especially that of young cub.

‘You did good, mousie. I’m really proud of you.’ 

Puck pressed his beak into Timothy’s rump, taking in the scent of their sexual adventure. He exhaled hotly against Timothy’s sensitive hole. 

‘I’m definitely going to need a shower now.’

‘I’d say. You’re leaking a lot of cum.’

‘Whose fault is that?’

‘Mine.’

Timothy huffed and fell back against the couch. 

‘You’re really cute. Just like your squirrel friend. I haven’t met such sexually charged cubs before.’

‘We started young.’

‘I don’t doubt that. Though, I do have school in the morning. Want to have a quick shower together?’

‘Sure,’ Puck shimmied off the couch, his tail feathers fanning out as he stretched his arms above his head. ‘Want me to walk you home, too?’

‘I would like that.’ 

They shared a smile as Puck led the way to the bathroom amid the tell-tale sexual moans and mewls of Arthur and Lyra.