Into the Castle

Waddling along, still feeling the sting in his tailhole from the rough molestation he'd had to endure at the hands, and the tentacles, of the demonic minions of the foul tyrant he'd been tasked with hunting down, Zath tried not to groan or whimper as he limped alongside his dragonic friend, leaning on Vincent's shoulder. Cum leaked down the little boy's legs as he and the little repute hurried along the rather desolate fields, both cubs scurrying away from the city sacked by the servants of the demon king, racing to make it as far away from the warlord before anyone noticed their escape. Even with the makeshift cloak wrapped around his shoulders, providing at least a tiny bit of cover to his otherwise naked body save for the enchanted leather straps around his chest, Zath still felt rather shy about his state of undress in front of his friend, as well as anyone else they might've stumbled across during their journey. After running for some time, keeping up a good pace for a few hours as they hurried down burned fields and rocky clearings, the two boys finally felt like they could slow down a little and take a second to breathe, Vincent huffing as he let go of the snow leopard he'd been supporting on his shoulder, looking back the way they came, 
“I think we lost them, for now at least. Can't see any hint of those soldiers anywhere in the horizon.”
Gasping as he doubled over and grabbed his knees, feeling a little worn out from the hurried sprint right after being molested, Zath wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow, 
“That's something at least…”
With a breeze causing his makeshift cloak to flutter in the wind, exposing his bare rump and the cum stains splattered all over his fur, ropes of sticky white seed running down his thighs, the snow leopard blushed and quickly grabbed the cloth, trying to wrap it around his nude body as a robe. As soon as the cloth touched the enchanted straps tightly clinging to his chest however, the entire cloak burst into cold fire, startling the boy as the last shrewd of his clothing burned up into ashes in the blink of an eye, leaving him completely naked besides the magical straps,
“Damn these enchanted things! What sort of a demented wizard would want to set such an enchantment on anything?!”
Trying to hold back from laughing, Vincent eyed up the bare little kitten trying to hopelessly cover up in front of him, having to feign a look of sympathy as he crossed his arms, not nearly as shy about his own naked body, the demon king in disguise shrugged, 
“Those enchanters can be an odd bunch. But I can definitely feel the power of that thing, even without touching it. Might be a little bit… awkward, but I still wouldn't want to take it off, not during such an important quest such as this.”
Zath had to reluctantly agree with his friend, feeling invigorated after just a few moments of rest thanks to the magical effects of the enchanted straps, giving a soft groan as he nodded and stood up straight, 
“Well, let's keep going then, I don't want to be wearing this thing for the rest of my life.”
Keeping an eye on the other boy's round rump as he fell behind by a few steps, Vincent smirked and followed the unaware cub, loving just how corrupt Zath already was. 

Barely even paying any attention to the fact that he was stark naked after just a few minutes of walking, his tail raising back up from trying to cover up his backside and his hands straying away from concealing his crotch, Zath was quickly getting more comfortable with his nudeness, even if his best friend was right there to stare at his body the entire time. Unaware of the corruption slowly but surely seeping deeper into his soul, just about every step of the adventure designed to drag him deeper into debauchery, the young hero marched on with the disguised demon king by his side. The preteen snow leopard didn't really have any idea exactly how far they'd come, having lost track of time and direction when they'd been running away from the demonic minions raiding the city, but the cub managed to quickly orient himself thanks to a few distant landmarks, picking up the correct course to head to, hoping they weren't too far away from their destination. Zath still wasn't entirely sure how exactly he and Vincent were supposed to get into the castle that the demon king had supposedly made the seat of his power, or how they were supposed to defeat the lord of evil, but the feline kid tried to keep his thoughts positive. Trekking on with newfound vigour and determination now that the end of their adventure seemed to be looming ahead, the boys marched on day and night, occasionally stopping for naps and to forage for food, keeping up a rather steady pace until Zath suddenly spotted something in the distance. A long line of wagons rolled down a dusty road snaking across a desolate waste, demonic steeds pulling along cages filled with people in rags and tattered clothes. Ducking down and peeking out at the convoy from behind a hill, the cat whispered as he motioned at the wagons, 
“They're coming from the same way we are. I think those might be slaves grabbed from Lobsbury!”
Vincent nodded, pretending to be shocked, 
“And they're also heading the same way we are, might be more cattle for the demon king's nefarious needs.”
The snow leopard sighed while watching the wagons rattle on, the people packed in cages shaken around by every bump, 
“Well, at least we're heading in the right direction it seems. We could shadow the convoy, make sure we're going to the castle and not falling into some trap.”
“Sounds like a good plan.”
With the heavy, overloaded wagons trundling along the dirt trail, the boys were able to keep up with it on foot, staying in the shadows as they trailed the convoy, thankful that the handful of guards riding along with the carts seemed more interesting in eyeing up and teasing the prisoners rather than keeping an eye on their surroundings. 

Travelling for a few more days, napping whenever the carts stopped to spend the night at the side of the road, listening to the caged prisoners pleading for mercy from the demonic soldiers teasingly flashing their cocks at the captives, the two boys finally spotted their destination off in the distance. A great big castle jutted out from the side of a mountain like a malignant growth, pyres of fire dotting the landscape all around the stronghold, legions of demonic soldiers marching in and out, arriving back or heading out to raid more towns. With the castle in their sights, the cubs broke off from following the prisoner transport carts, dashing off ahead of the convoy, sticking to ditches and piles of rubble as they snuck closer to the citadel. In awe of the sheer size of the castle up close, having to crane his head up to see the battlements even at a distance, the little snow leopard had to take a moment to just admire the gigantic building, a sly smile on Vincent's face as the dragon patted the cat on the shoulder, 
“It's incredible, right? This place was the home for all the kings that ruled this realm. Still is, I suppose, even if the current king isn't quite as regal or merciful as the previous rulers.”
Staring up at the giant red banners slowly swaying in the wind, Zath gulped and took a deep breath, bringing his gaze down from the skies and towards the bottom of the castle, trying to focus his mind on the task at hand. Scanning the walls around the outskirts of the castle, the two cubs tried to find some way inside, having some difficulties finding a spot that wouldn't immediately get them caught. The main entrance certainly wasn't the way, watching as a whole parade of demonic minions stood guard as the gates opened up to receive the caravan of caged prisoners they'd followed over to the castle. Sure that they couldn't make it anywhere close to the main gates before getting captured, Zath waved for his friend to follow him as he began to carefully circle around the castle outskirts, trying to find some other way inside. The pair scurried around, darting from one hiding spot to the next, debating about whether they could try to scale the walls or swim in through the well, when Zath suddenly spotted another entrance at the back. A small service entrance had been seemingly left entirely unattended, a wooden door open with a half-unloaded wagon of goods sitting next to it, the perfect opportunity to slip inside while anyone watching the entrance was busy unloading the cargo. Intent on taking the opportunity before it'd slip through his fingers, the snow leopard rose up to his feet and whistled for Vincent, running at the door with his reptilian friend in tow, panting as he hoped that the only chance to make it inside wouldn't end up being a trap. 

Running over to the open door, panting and wheezing as he quickly peeked inside to see a small courtyard with no one in sight, Zath silently nodded at the young dragon following a few steps behind him, waving for the other kid to follow as he hurried inside. Seeing another open door on the other end of the courtyard, leading inside of the castle itself, the young feline sprinted past a set of stables off to the side, trying to hurry out of view before anyone spotted them, very nearly making it to the safety of the citadel before he heard his friend calling out to him in a shaky, nervous tone, 
“Uhh… Z… Zath?!”
Turning to look over his shoulder, the boy saw Vincent standing in the middle of the courtyard, frozen in place as a giant canine beast stepped out from the stables, a hellhound easily twice the size of either cub. As big as a draft horse, the feral hound had a thick, pitch black fur, drool streaming down from the corners of his mouth as he stared down the anxiously shivering dragon, snarling and growling as his glowing eyes narrowed, big fangs peeking out of his maw. Immediately rushing back to help his friend, Zath made it a few steps before he stopped in his tracks at the hellhound turning to face him instead, realising that he had no clue as to how he should be trying to defeat the big beast, gulping as the canine slowly began to stalk towards him. Still feeling too afraid to move as the large guard dog approached his friend, Vincent stammered slightly as he tried to come up with a plan, 
“Uhh… m… maybe you could… entice, or… d… distract it with something?”
Keeping his voice soft and quiet so as not to startle the giant hound coming closer, Zath grit his teeth, 
“H… how?”
“Well… all the demonic minions we've seen so far have seemed rather preoccupied with… lewd activities, I think… maybe this animal might also be… tempted to abandon his duty if you were to…”

Hearing his friend trailing off, Zath whimpered and bit his lip, unsure whether he was more nervous or ashamed as he spread his legs slightly, grabbing his sheath and presenting his manhood to the hellhound, giving it a few pumps to coax his tip out. The beast's snout twitched as he sniffed the air, his demeanour changing quickly as he stepped right up to the boy, the hellhound took a sniff of Zath’s tip as his own girth began to emerge from underneath his belly, a big knotted member as big as a horse's cock slapping against his furry belly as he opened his maw with a happy snort. Desperately praying that the hound would be very gentle with the sharp teeth, the young hero watched a big tongue roll out of the feral male's muzzle, easily cupping his balls and sheath simultaneously, covering the fur on his crotch in slick, slimy slobber as he shuddered, leaning against the hound’s snout with his hands as his dick slipped fully out. Only getting more enticed by the scent of the increasingly horny little boy, the hellhound took Zath’s cock into his maw, his tongue lapping at the feline's shaft as the snow leopard moaned and squirmed around, panting from more than just the physical exhaustion of the recent sprint. With all of the molestation and debauchery he'd had to endure as of late, Zath was feeling rather pent up after a few days spent on the road without any sexual relief, whether it be willing or forced upon him. With his neediness quickly burgeoning to full form with the canine suckling on him, the hellhound’s large maw enveloping his cock as well as his sack, incessantly nursing on him while he gasped and whimpered, it didn't take long for the kitten to pop his top. The canine's tongue cupped as if he'd been trained to receive loads in his maw, giving an excited snarl as ropes of cum splattered into his muzzle, coating his tongue while he swallowed and kept milking the kid with his mouth, his tail wagging and his own knotted member spilling a generous helping of precum onto the dirt while Zath let out a series of squeaky moans and grunts. 

With his friend squirming while hilted inside of the canine's muzzle, a few drops of cum drooling from the corner of the feral's mouth, Vincent quietly slipped past the busy pair, tiptoeing over to the door now that the feral guarding was distracted swallowing the other cub's load. Having to brace himself against the hellhound, hugging the big muzzle while the male was slurping at his cock, Zath moaned and did his best to stay upright, emptying his balls down the canine's throat. Gasping as the hound’s tongue kept lapping at his shaft even after he'd given the beast a sticky treat, the snow leopard had to gently push the male's snout away from his loins as he pulled out of the maw, his legs shivering from the overstimulation as he whispered under his breath, 
“D… down boy, good doggy…”
With his entire crotch utterly slathered in slick canine slobber, his fur drenched and his cock dripping with the stuff, Zath took a few shaky steps away from the giant guard dog, turning back to see the dragon staring at him, blushing as he realised that his friend had seen the entire lewd thing, feeling rather ashamed even if the act had been purely out of necessity. Barely managing a single step towards the entrance to the castle however, the snow leopard yelped as the hellhound suddenly leapt in front of him again, pushing between the dragonic boy waiting at the door and Zath, the feral's rump pointed straight at the already blushing cub as the male's tail lifted up into the air. Staring at the feral's gently twitching pucker as the canine squatted down slightly, snarling playfully while the thick, knotted cock bounced around between the dog's back legs, Zath groaned while Vincent pretended not to be thoroughly amused and aroused, shouting out at the leopard, 
“I think it's not quite satisfied yet, you're gonna have to keep going!”
Shaking his head and closing his eyes for a moment, taking a nervous look around to make sure no demons were sneaking up on him, and that no one would see him commit such a debasing act, Zath laid his hands on the hellhound’s rump, grabbing hold of the beast's fur as he nuzzled the tip of his cock against the puffy tailhole twitching right at crotch level, whimpering quietly as he grit his teeth.

By the looks of the hound’s pucker, the feral guardian had already taken plenty of cock in the past, his plump pucker easily opening up to swallow the boy's shaft whole as he pushed back against the kid, giving a soft growl as Zath bleated, hugging his backside. Vincent watched with a sly smirk as the great hero humped the feral dog's backside, Zath’s face buried in the canine's fur as the other boy moaned and grunted, the snow leopard’s paws clawing at the ground while thrusting into the surprisingly tight tailhole. For the sake of his own dignity, what little shreds still remained that is, Zath desperately tried not to make too much noise while ploughing the hellhound, but each buck forced out a tiny squeak from the leopard’s maw, feeling the way the male squeezed down around the base of his dick, his manhood lubed up with the beast's own saliva. Panting and wagging his tail, the hellhound leaned back into every thrust the boy was giving him, his red rocket spraying squirts of pre as enjoyed the carnal bribe he was receiving, suddenly clenching down hard as the kid hilted in him, jabbing inside of his tailhole just right to get him off. Zath gasped as the canine pushed him over the edge, a pool of feral seed appearing under the dog as he likewise climaxed from the squeezing, collapsing over the giant hound’s back as he emptied his load in the four-legged male. The little feline clung onto the hellhound while moaning, shivering from head to toe for several minutes as cum spilled down the dog's backside, painting white stripes into the black coat, only getting even messier when the cub finally pulled out of and dismounted the feral guard. Staggering back with his dick still stiff and a rope of cum dangling from his tip, Zath watched the hellhound take a few steps off to the side before flopping down on the ground, lying down to lick himself clean, satisfied with the treatment he'd received. Hopping over the big puddle of feral cum left on the ground, the young cat panted as he ushered his friend inside, too ashamed to say a word as he hurried in behind the dragon, quietly closing the door after them both before the hound had the chance to recover and come after them again. 

With the guardian hound pacified for long enough for the pair of adventurers to slip inside of the castle itself, Zath quickly glanced around to make sure they weren't in any danger before taking a moment to catch his breath, feeling a bit winded after the multiple loads milked out of him by the hellhound, all within full view of his best friend. With his cock still glistening, a sheen of doggy slobber and his own cum slathered on the half-hard shaft as it flopped around between the shivering boy's legs, the snow leopard did his best to gather himself, still feeling a little sheepish as he stood up straight and cleared his throat, unable to look at Vincent as his face burned bright red. Smirking at the deviant acts he'd made his friend go through, the draconic hatchling held back his laughter, practically feeling the corruption radiating from the little hero, trying to hold himself back and not rush things with the climax of years of planning looming just ahead. With his breathing a bit more steady and his cheeks not quite so flushed anymore, his dick retreating halfway back into his sheath while the red tip stayed poking out, the naked snow leopard took a closer look around at where exactly they'd ended up at. The servants’ entrance to the castle opened up to a series of tight hallways snaking all over, no windows or directions anywhere in sight, leaving the feline feeling like a rat in a maze as he took an unsure step down one of the many paths available to him, deciding that just trying one of them would be much better than standing around doing nothing at all. Hoping he wasn't leading his best friend right into more trouble after he'd just saved the dragon from a heap of it with the hellhound, Zath kept his eyes and ears perked up as the pair snuck down the tight corridors, passing by a series of wooden doors. The boys could hear passionate, lustful moans and grunts echoing out from behind many of the doors, a few whimpers mixed in with the cacophony of deviant sounds, making the kitten's ears twitch as he took a deep breath, a heavy fog of musk thickening the air. One of the doors was slightly ajar, Zath’s increasing curiosity getting the best of the leopard as he quickly peeked inside the empty room, seeing what looked like a rather small sleeping quarters, a few beds lined side by side with a chamber pot at the foot of them all. The room looked like a fairly commonplace accommodation at first glance, save for a set of chains anchored on the floor between the beds, some suspicious, white stains splattered all over the stone tiles, some dried and some fresh. Blushing at the sight, the cub quickly turned away and continued down the hallway, keeping especially light on his feet so as not to make a sound as the two friends tiptoed past dozens of doors with heavy panting and grunting coming from within, not wishing to end up discovered and chained up within one of the rooms. 

Heading deeper into the bowls of the castle, trying to keep track of all the twists and turns they'd taken as he did his best to navigate towards the centre of the citadel, Zath heard some commotion coming from up ahead just as the tight hallway opened up, leading to a balcony overlooking a grand hall. With no one guarding the balcony, the two boys snuck up to the edge of the landing, peering down over the edge to see that the main gates to the castle opened up directly below them, the wagon of captured people from Lobsbury rolling into the hall. The new prisoners were welcomed by a whole detachment of demonic soldiers, dozens of grinning and growling beasts that could barely be described as humanoid glaring at the terrified townspeople cooped up in the tight cages. At the front of the soldiers welcoming in the newest toys was the commander of the local garrison, a tall, reptilian man sporting the limbless body of a snake from the waist down, dark crimson scales glittering in the light of the nearby torches as he stood in front of the convoy, his tail coiled up underneath him as he leaned on a great spear by his side, making no effort to hide the erect twin shafts poking out of his genital slit. The half-snake beast chuckled at the sight of the anxious prisoners, a long and forked tongue darting in and out of his fanged mouth as he tasted the fear lingering heavy in the air, slowly slithering closer to the cages, running a hand along the metal bars as the men packed up inside immediately tried to shift to the opposite end. Though Zath knew that he had much better things to do than to linger around and watch the reptilian male handling the prisoners, such as finding and defeating the demon king to bring an end to such abuse, the boy couldn't bring himself to step away from the ledge, his curiosity keeping him peering down while Vincent just stood by and smirked at the young hero. 

The half-snake pulled out a set of keys from a pouch at his hip, his hemipenis twitching and leaking pre as he opened up the first of the cages, giving a nod as a few of his soldiers rushed in to grab the pleading and begging captives, hauling them out and kneeling them in front of the commander one by one. With knives, the demonic soldiers slashed off the prisoners’ rags, leaving the poor men completely nude as the reptilian male grinned and gave his twin cocks a grope, letting his pre drizzle down onto the new slaves he was looming over. As if shopping for a new pet, the commander slithered back and forth in front of the row of cowering and naked prisoners, finally grabbing one of them by the nape of the neck, yanking a fox up to his feet. The canine captive didn't even have the time to realise what was going on before his new owner was already embracing him, their muzzles pressed together in a forceful kiss as the other man's snake tail began to coil around him, hugging him tight as the commander’s long tongue dipped right down the back of his throat, making him gag as he squirmed helplessly. Realising he was staring at the half-snake’s two cocks rubbing up against the fox's fur, leaving streaks of precum all over the canine prisoner’s coat while the pair were stuck in their lewd embrace, Zath shook himself out of the momentary lapse in concentration, stepping away from the edge as he glanced over at Vincent. Hoping that the dragon hadn't noticed just how long he'd stayed there watching the show, or that his dick was slowly sliding out of his sheath, the snow leopard quietly whispered to his friend, 
“We… we should move on…”
Vincent just nodded, a mischievous smile flashing across his face as soon as the young feline's back was turned.