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Custard wandered the dark forest aimlessly, small legs worn from how long he’d been walking. He was miserably tired and cranky but worst of all he’d gotten separated from his party with no clue where he was. Everything was so just so scary and with no way to know where his kingdom was, he was beginning to panic.
Before he knew it, night had already fallen and he still needed to find shelter for the night. It was much too dark for him to go on looking for a cozy one, so he resigned to a spacious log slightly obstructed from view by overgrown wild plants.
His expression was sour and upset, he was cold and lonely. Part of him worried he’d never get back to his beloved kingdom, despite any attempt he made to avert those thoughts from his mind. He curled into himself, both for warmth and to comfort himself.
At some point he began drifting off, but as soon as he found himself reaching long awaited slumber he was forced to snap awake at the sound of rustling around him. Out from the foliage of the forest, a cake monster slinked around the area, sniffing at the ground. This particular monster seemed off though.. it was like a cake wolf, though it seemed lankier and more unsettling to watch, not to mention it appeared much larger than any custard would have seen. He covered his mouth to avoid being detected, observing it from afar. He watched it pick prod at a thick branch with its maw, only to easily snap it with its teeth, the action causing Custard to let out a frightened gasp.
It must have heard him because almost immediately it’s monstrous head was staring him down before beginning to approach. Fearfully, he attempted to retreat deeper into the log only to find it wasn’t nearly deep enough to avoid it’s reach. It easily got a grip on his cape, attempting to drag him out from the log as the child panicked.
He swatted his scepter around uselessly until it eventually met it’s target and smacked the ferocious thing right on it’s nose. The cake beast growled and snapped its jaw at him, grabbing the little cookie by his leg between it’s mighty teeth and fully dragged him out from his hiding place. “U-unhand me! I’m a king you know!! You can’t treat a king like this!!” Custard cried out, squirming and kicking around violently.
It pinned him down roughly with one of it’s front paws, sniffing at him intently. Though halfway through inspection, it’s motives seemed to change. Almost as if it was trying to be careful, it tugged on his pants with it’s teeth to slide them off. Panic set in and Custard began to jerk around harder, though it only served to frustrate the creature further. It quickly lost its patience for him and ripped right through the fabric, revealing his private areas to it.
The little cookie began to tear up, a weird feeling of guilt filling him. He was told no one should see those parts of him other than himself, he felt so dirty being so exposed to this creature. The beast repositioned, grabbing both of his thighs with it’s sharp claws before running its tongue up Custards untouched slit. He began whimpering, an unfamiliar sensation of warmth pooling inside his tummy flowing through him.
The wolf lapped hungrily at him and Custard felt a jolt of something run through his body as it’s slick tongue ran over his sensitive little clit. All he could do was cry out, wiggling his hips around pointlessly to escape. Everything felt so wrong but there was something about it that made it feel so good. Also instinctively his hips moved as if grinding against the beasts mouth eagerly, despite everything his mind was telling him, his body knew it was meant to be used like this. Little soft ‘no’s would escape his quivering lips and still he couldn’t stop himself from getting more.
The beast eventually pulled its tongue back only to push against the virgin entrance of his wet pussy. It prodded in, carefully thrusting in and out of him. Custards words were no longer comprehensible, only whines as small tears ran down his cheeks as the creature did it’s work. He felt something in him tighten and his knees buckled in the tight grasp of the wolf’s claws, the perfect combination of its tongue dragging from his clit back to his entrance and inside him seemed to be driving him over the edge. He yelped out as his mind went fuzzy and his vision left him for a moment, fireworks lighting inside him as he orgasmed pathetically over the cake’s tongue.
He panted and whined as the thing began releasing him. For a moment, a wave of relief washed over him as he thought he was finally done, but his mind raced once again as the wolf repositioned, wrapping it’s claw fully around his frame with a tight grip on his waist. Suddenly something warm and slick pressed against his entrance again, causing him look behind himself from under his legs. His body tensed as he saw the wolf’s large cock sliding between his thighs and against his soft folds.
“Pl-please don’t put that in me.. it’s n-not going to fit..” he weakly pleaded, but even if the creature could understand him it simply didn’t care. The tip pressed slowly into his tight cunt, a proper yelp leaving the poor cookies mouth. Custard cried and hiccuped small sobs as the beast tried to fit the whole thing inside him, wincing when it stopped not even half way in as it found itself too girthy to slide in easily. A frustrated grunt came from the thing and almost immediately the beast reared it’s hips back and slammed into him all at once forcing Custard to practically scream. It twitched inside him as it leaked precum into his baby cunt, the warm feeling of it as it filling him entirely making him dizzy, so large it created a bulge in his tummy.
It’s thrusting became slightly slower as the warm pleasure returned slowly and it wasn’t long before his sniffling was replaced with whorish little noises, sweet and soft ‘ah-“ and “hahh~” sounds slipping out of him. Once again the wolf thrusted in and out of his tight cunt, setting a steady rhythm as it began returning to it’s fast pace. The creature fucked into him as if he was it’s personal toy, Custards legs shaking beneath him as it he lost himself to the pleasure.
Custard was entirely pathetic, his whole body quivering as the beasts thick member slid in and out of him. His mind was gone and barely be able to think about anything but being used like this, he’d practically forgot how he got into this situation as he found himself cumming again. The beast grunted as it neared its own climax, slamming it’s thick knot against his entrance until it could squeeze inside him, his small body shaking as it pumped hot seed into his womb.
Both of them sat for a moment, Custards soft whines filling the silence of the moment. After a long blissful silence, the creature slipped out of him. It ran its tongue over his dripping entrance briefly, before quickly leaving him on his own laying halfway out of his shelter with cum dripping out of his cunt as he lay on the rough forest ground too fucked out to move.
But at least he was warm.