This story contains gay adult on cub(7) oral and anal rape, oral and anal knotting, asphyxiation and loss of consciousness, mild cumflation, kidnapping, bondage, spitroasting, a very brief mention of a dead parent, manipulation, deepthroating, gagging and choking, crying, screaming, and a young child having his hopes and dreams absolutely crushed and ground into the dirt. If you do not wish to see or cannot handle these topics, please leave now or use your blacklist. It is nobody's responsibility but your own to make sure you don't see things you can't handle here.

Heroes

“Mama! Can I go to the park? Please please pleeease?” asked little Dexter, jumping up and down excitedly behind his mother in the kitchen as she loaded the dishwasher. His eyes sparkled as he begged, desperately hoping he'd be allowed to go out today. “Charlie said he'd be there at noon and Terry said he got a new Frisbee he was gonna bring for us to play with!” 
Dexter's mother turned to look at the boy, struggling to stop herself from smiling at the excited look on his face as he waited for her reply. “Did you finish cleaning your room? Put your laundry in the hamper? Clean up your toys in the living room?” she asked, faking a stern glare she knew he was unable to lie to. She smirked at the nervous look on his face as he stood and thought for a moment.
“Yeah! I did! I think?” he replied, quickly turning to run out of the kitchen and peek out into the living room before running back. “Yeah!” he shouted, excitedly bouncing in place. He watched his mother stare at his face for a second, examining him for his telltale signs of lying. She smiled and nodded, playfully shooing him off with her hand as she turned to finish the dishes.
Dexter ran out of the house, barely remembering to close the front door behind him as he bolted towards the park. The 7 year old squirrel stopped at the corner to look up and down the street, waiting for a car to pass before walking across, slowing as he ran out of breath from his burst of energy. He was excited to see his friends today, of course, but even more than that, he was excited to see the fire station across from the park. 
The little rodent's heart raced with excitement as he rounded the corner and saw the doors of the fire station wide open, a familiar orange kitten already standing outside, watching a group of firefighters pile into a truck. “Wonder! I didn't know you were coming out today!” Dexter shouted as he ran towards the little tabby cat. 
Wonder turned, smiling and waving at the slightly out of breath squirrel, the young rodent's long, dark gray hair a mess from blowing around in the wind as he ran. “Hi Dexter! I went to the park for a little but my mom's supposed to pick me up soon. I ran over here to wait for her when they opened the doors a minute ago. Charlie and Terry are waiting for you.” 
Dexter smiled and nodded, flinching slightly as the firetruck started up, its engine rumbling loudly and echoing off the walls of the fire station and out the door as the last fireman piled into the truck and shut the door. The young squirrel couldn't hold back his smile as the emergency lights lit up and the siren blared, giggling in excitement even has he had to cover his ears from how loud it was. The pair watched together, waving at the driver as the truck pulled out of the station and zoomed down the street. 
“Gosh, they're so cool! I think I'm actually gonna go say hi to them today. Do you wanna come with me?” Dexter asked, his dark green eyes wide and sparkling in the sun as the kitten nodded and walked with him up to the open door. Dexter spotted a tall white fox on the other side of the garage, his heart skipping a beat as a brief sense of fear overtook him from the sheer size of the man. “H-hello!” he shouted, a deep sense of nervousness setting in as the large man turned and waved, walking towards the pair.
“Well hello there,” the fox said as he crouched down in front of the boys, his blood red eyes immediately catching Dexter's attention. “What can I do for you boys today?” he asked with a toothy grin. 
Dexter smiled as he eyed the man's uniform up close, his nervousness gone and replaced with pure excitement as he noticed the brass firefighter badge on his dress shirt. His eyes sparkled with glee as he took in its little details, quickly remembering he'd been asked a question. “Hi! I u-uhm,” Dexter stuttered nervously, his heart pounding as he tried not to embarrass himself in front of the large man. “I a-always wanted to see the inside of the firehouse! You guys are so cool, I love firefighters!” 
The large fox placed a hand on the young squirrel's head, ruffling his hair. “Well that's great to hear! Always happy to meet fans. I'm Derek. What's your name, little guy?”
Dexter smiled wide and blushed from the attention. “Hi Derek! I'm Dexter, and this is my friend Wonder!” he squeaked out happily, pointing to the anxious looking kitten standing quietly next to him. Wonder gave a nervous wave, feeling intimidated by the large man for some reason he couldn't quite explain. Something about the man's eyes, the way he looked at the boys, it felt off.
Derek stood and walked towards a small table at the back of the garage with a small wooden box on top, reaching in and pulling out a small plastic badge before walking back to the pair still standing near the open door. “Y'know, we keep this box of badges for special fans like you guys. There's only one left out here, but there's more in the back room if you kids want a little tour of the place, on me!” he said as he crouched back down. 
“Wonder, sweetie, it's time to go!” the three of them heard from outside, spotting a car parked on the curb. Wonder jolted briefly from the unexpected voice behind him, quickly turning to see his mother waving him over. The kitten turned and gave an awkward smile, giving a shy wave goodbye before he turned to walk away. A large hand on his shoulder stopped him in place, the nervous kitten turning to see Derek’s blood red eyes staring through him as the man smiled and held out the plastic badge to him. 
“T-thank you, sir. Uh, bye Dexter! Have fun. I'll see you at school monday!” the young kitten stammered out nervously as he took the badge and turned to run to his mom's car.
“Looks like it's just us now, Dexter. How about I show you around the place, huh? It's just me and my buddy here right now, but he's busy cleaning up in the back.” he said, faking a big, friendly smile.
Dexter's heart raced with pure excitement, happily nodding his head. “Yes! Yes please!” he shouted, unable to contain his joy.
Derek ruffled the young squirrel's hair one last time before standing and holding out his hand for the small boy to hold, Dexter happily taking it as he showed him around the garage. “Well, as you can see, this is the garage. We keep the trucks in here. That one needs a little work before we can use it again, but I can show you the inside. I bet you want to see that part the most, huh?” he asked, pointing to the fire engine parked on the opposite side of the room.
Dexter's eyes lit up as he frantically nodded his head. “Yeah yeah yeah! Can I really see it?” he asked, jumping up and down, unable to contain himself.
Derek’s face morphed into a big, toothy grin, Dexter too distracted staring at the firetruck to notice. He led the young boy towards the truck, sitting him down on the step. “Y'know what, I bet you want to see the full uniform, huh? Get the real experience?” he asked as he crouched down to eye level with the overly excited rodent.
Dexter's heart skipped a beat in sheer excitement, the child practically vibrating in place as he frantically nodded his head. “Oh my gosh! Yes, please! That would be sooooo cool!” he shouted, his eyes sparkling with joy at the thought.
“Haha, alright, kiddo. You wait right here and I'll go get dressed. Show you the truck then we'll get you an extra special badge, yeah? Only for our biggest fans!” he said as he stood and walked over to a door on the other side of the garage. He opened the door and stepped inside, spotting his friend sitting on a bench and cleaning some equipment. “Hey, wolf, put your gear on. We've got a fan out there, we're gonna give him the full experience. Be ready in 10, big guy.” he said with a dark smirk as he picked up his things.
Dexter anxiously awaited Derek's return, beyond ecstatic to find out the firefighters here were so nice. He'd been watching them work when they had the doors open since the boy had moved into the neighborhood a few months back, but he'd always been too nervous to try to talk to them. In his mind, there was nothing cooler or braver than being a firefighter, and the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself in front of his heroes.
The sound of a door closing caught Dexter's attention, causing his head to turn towards it as he was looking around the now quiet garage. His eyes landed on the tall fox, the young rodent immediately jumping up from his seat and running towards the man with a massive smile on his face. “WOOOOW! You guys have the COOLEST uniforms!” he shouted, closely examining the orange fire gear Derek wore, the fox unable to stop himself from smiling at the sheer joy on the little boy's face as he took in the yellow and black accents. 
Derek walked towards the firetruck, Dexter clinging to him the entire time, examining his gear up close as the large man moved across the garage. “Lets show you the inside of the truck now, yeah?” the fox said as he leaned down and picked the young boy up, holding him in one arm as though he weighed nothing while he opened the door with his other hand. 
Dexter's eyes lit up even more as Derek stepped into the truck and sat in the driver's seat, setting the young boy down in his lap. The young rodent's eyes quickly scanned around all the gauges and dials, his hands immediately going for the steering wheel as he imagined himself driving around town to put out fires. “Wow! There's so many buttons! You guys really get to drive around in these things, that's so cool!” he exclaimed, bouncing around in Derek’s lap as the fox took the opportunity to get even more handsy with the young child. 
Derek placed a large hand on the little boy's thigh, gently squeezing and rubbing the tiny muscle as the small boy turned the steering wheel back and forth, making siren noises between fits of excited giggling. “You really like firefighters, huh, kid?” he asked, his fingers curling in to squeeze and rub at the boy's inner thigh, the little squirrel too distracted to notice the wandering touch.
Dexter tilted his head back and beamed up at the man, his smile practically ear to ear as he nodded. “Yeah! My daddy was a firefighter! Mama said he had an accident when I was still real little so I don't remember much about him, but she's got lots of pictures of him, and she's still got his jacket and helmet! They're too big for me but sometimes she lets me wear his helmet for pictures. I'm gonna be a fireman too, when I grow up. I'm gonna be just like you and daddy, saving people. You guys are my heroes!”
Derek smiled darkly down at the boy when his attention turned back to the steering wheel, a pressure slowly building in his sheath as the young child wiggled around more and more, eyeing all the switches and buttons. Derek's free hand slowly moved to the boy's stomach, his large hand spread out nearly big enough to cover the small boy's entire torso. He couldn't help but let out an aroused huff at the feeling of the little boy in his grip. 
“Is that the siren?” Dexter asked, pointing to a switch, the paint on it mostly faded after years of use. “I always wanted to use the siren! Can I?” he asked, his little heart racing at the thought.
“You can, but we have a rule here about the siren. You've gotta wear your special badge before you're allowed to use it. See that door over there?” the fox asked, pointing to the other side of the garage. Dexter nodded, his eyes wide in excitement as his heart pounded in his chest. “Why don't you go run over there and see my buddy inside, he'll help get you sorted out. I'll be right behind you.”
Derek watched as the overexcited child jumped off his lap and bolted towards the door, giggling loudly the whole way. The fox smiled darkly as the boy opened the door and stepped inside, already imagining breaking in his new toy. He leaned over to pick up a length of rope off the seat next to him before stepping out and shutting the door, quickly making his way across to the other side of the garage. 
“Oh yeah, it's my favorite trick to teach people.” came a deep, gravelly voice as the door creaked open again. Derek smirked as he listened to his friend go over the pair's normal routine for whenever an overenthusiastic little fan came to meet them. “See? Derek even brought the rope. It's real easy to get out of, it's an old firefighter's trick. Just put your arms behind your back and I'll tie em up real tight and walk you through it.” the towering black wolf said with a large, fang filled smile.
Dexter was excited for his test. The wolf's size and heavily scarred face scared him at first, his heart racing anxiously as he saw himself alone in the room with the massive man, but he seemed so nice, just like Derek. He was happy to have the chance to prove himself worthy of the special badge, having been told he had to pass a special hands on exam to see if he was worthy of it, the young gray squirrel not even questioning why a firefighter would need to know how to free himself from having his arms bound with rope. 
Derek knelt down in front of the boy, handing the rope to the massive wolf behind him before moving his hand to the boy's face, gently lifting his chin to look him in the eye. “You think you're ready, Dexter? Gonna show us you're worthy of being an honorary firefighter?” he asked, unable to hold back a quick laugh at Dexter's enthusiastic nodding. “Good boy. Alright, put your arms behind your back and we'll get started. I believe in you, kiddo.” he continued, quickly ruffling the boy's hair before standing up. 
Dexter's little heart raced in his chest, unable to stop himself from blushing as he hoped he'd be able to impress the two men and earn his place. He put his arms behind his back, squeaking out slightly when he felt the wolf grab his wrists and bind them, surprised at just how painfully tight he pulled the ropes around his arms. He watched in confusion as Derek stood and took off his jacket, dropping it to the floor as he began to unbutton his pants.
“Which hole do you want this time, puppy?” Derek asked playfully, unable to hold back a laugh as the wolf growled and glared at him.
“Call me that again and it'll be you in the fuckin' ropes, asshole.” the wolf grumbled out at him before taking a moment to think. “I make him scream, you shut him up.” 
Dexter's eyes started to water from how painfully tight his wrists were bound, his heart racing anxiously, not understanding what the two men were talking about. He looked up to Derek with fearful, teary eyes. “W-why are you taking your clothes off? What's going on?” he asked, struggling with his now fully bound arms as Derek leaned down to look him in his teary, dark green eyes.
Derek smiled darkly at the boy, his look sending a chill down the young rodent's spine, causing him to visibly shiver. The fox's ears twitched at the sound of the wolf tearing the young rodent's shirt off, leaving him now bare in the cold room as his tears started to run down his cheeks. “We're teaching you why you shouldn't meet your heroes, kid. Pick him up, I wanna hear how loud you can make him squeal before I stuff his throat.” 
Dexter's heart sank in his chest like a brick as he felt himself roughly hoisted up by his bound arms, the wolf holding him in the air like he weighed less than nothing. The over sized man held him close, sitting him down on top of his sheath as his angry red tip began to poke out between the young boy's legs. “Get a good look at it, kid. Next time you see it, it'll be bulging your belly out, haha.” the wolf growled out at him with a cruel laugh.
The young squirrel looked down, confused at what the wolf was talking about until he saw the thick, angry red tip of his over sized cock jutting out between his thighs. He sobbed, utterly terrified now as he watched Derek drop his pants, his red tip peeking out of his fat white sheath as he watched the boy get lifted higher up while the wolf adjusted his cock to aim at the boy's hole. “I'm s-scared...please, please let me go! I won't tell nobody, I p-promise! I just w-wanna go home! Please…” the young rodent stammered out between sad, fearful sobs.
“Oh, come on now, rat. You can scream louder than that for us, can't you?” the wolf asked, followed by a deep, rumbling laugh that made little Dexter's fur stand on end. The young boy felt himself being lowered down, gasping as he felt something hot and wet pushing between his cheeks, moving around slightly until it found its mark. The wolf growled out another laugh as he forced the boy down, not a care in the world for the small child's comfort as he forced his thick, pointed tip straight into his dry, unprepared virgin hole.
“OOOOOW N-NOOO! NONONO, STOP! PLEASE! I DON'T WANNA DO THIS, PLEASE LET ME GO!” the seven year old squirrel screamed out as he felt his overly tight entrance begin to stretch out around the searing hot tip of the wolf's angry, throbbing cock. He squirmed as much as he could, his legs kicking out and battering against the wolf's muscular thighs as the man forced him lower and lower down, his over sized penis slowly inching deeper and deeper inside of the small child's bowels as he screamed and begged for an end to his torment that had only just begun.
Derek leaned down to eye level with the boy, holding his chin up to look into his tear filled eyes, unable to stop himself from smiling at the immense pain clearly visible on his face. “Thaaaat's it, kiddo. Let it all out. Scream for us, tell us how much it hurts. You look so scared, it's fucking beautiful.” the fox moaned out, an aroused excitement clear in his voice as he watched the young squirrel's face contort in fear and discomfort. He reached down to slowly stroke himself, his own red, knotted penis already leaking precum from its tip as he watched the show in front of him.
The poor little squirrel had never felt so much pain in his life, he didn't know what to do. The large penis inside of him was far too much to take, the young boy feeling himself painfully stretched to his very limits as he screamed and flailed around while that searing hot spike of flesh worked itself deeper and deeper into him without a care. He screamed so hard his throat started to hurt, his eyes already blurry from crying so much as his tears dripped down from his soaked cheek fur onto the cold, hard concrete floor below. 
The wolf let go of his throbbing rod as Dexter made it down to the half way point, now holding the tiny rodent up by hugging him tightly to his stomach as Derek leaned forward and placed a long, wet lick up the small boy's cheek. “Mmmm, fuck that's good.” the fox moaned out as Dexter physically cringed, starting to sob even harder as his head began to spin from sheer panic. 
Derek pulled away to see how much of his friend's over sized cock was inside of the boy, his eyes immediately drawn to the visible outline of it bulging out from the young squirrel's torso. “Fuck, man. Not even to the knot yet and you're already bulging him out! He's a good bit smaller than what we usually bring in. Feel good, buddy?” 
“Definitely a lucky fucking find. Taking this one home with me tonight.” the wolf replied. He slowly began to lift the flailing, screaming rodent up a few inches before quickly slamming him back down, 8 inches of thick, pulsing wolf penis now sheathed excruciatingly deep inside of the boy, only the slight bulge of his slowly growing knot stuck outside. “Think this one will pass out when I shove it in?” he asked with a laugh as he lifted and dropped the boy once again, that slight bulge of his knot starting to pry Dexter's battered hole even wider open with each brutal thrust.
Derek stood and rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment. “He's already screaming his poor little lungs out, but I think he can take it. He's tough for his size.” the fox responded, lifting the sobbing rodents head up to look him in the eye again. “Isn't that right, little guy? You're a strong one, aren't you? You're not gonna disappoint us, right?” 
Dexter could hear the men talking, but he couldn't process their words over the excruciating pain stabbing all the way into his stomach. He could feel the tip of the wolf's penis poking against the inside of his belly, his minuscule frame stretching out to accommodate the man's immense size. He felt so lost, wishing he could be anywhere else. He wished he'd just watched the men work for a minute and ran to the park like he'd originally planned. Like he always did. His thoughts were interrupted as he felt himself lifted and dropped down once again, even more of the wolf's knot forcing itself deeper and deeper.
A deep rumbling growl echoed throughout the room as the wolf picked up speed, lifting and dropping the boy faster and faster as he felt a pressure building up in his pelvic muscles. “If you're going to shut him up, now's the time to do it. They're gonna hear this one across the street.” the wolf moaned out as he felt his knot starting to grow, despite the immense resistance the tiny rodent's abused entrance offered.
“Hold his waist. I can't reach his face with you hugging him like that. Let him dangle.” Derek replied, smiling as he watched the wolf change his grip on the small child, the rodent giving a brief struggle as he watched Derek’s penis come closer and closer to his face until he felt a large, gloved hand on the back of his head. “Open up, kid. I feel those teeth, you find out just how much worse we can make this experience for you.”
Dexter felt the hand on his head grip his hair tightly, pushing him down until he felt the hot, leaking tip of Derek’s penis poke against his lips. He groaned uncomfortably, struggling to wriggle his head free, trying to stop what he knew was coming. The smell of the large fox's arousal burned the young child's nostrils, the scent searing itself into his brain permanently, marking a moment he would never be able to forget.
The hand in his hair gripped even tighter, painfully pulling some hairs out of his scalp as he subconsciously opened his mouth to scream out loud again. Derek took his chance to shove forward, forcing the dripping tip of his throbbing red rod into the little boy's mouth, causing him to gag from the bitter, salty taste. Dexter choked hard as Derek pushed his penis deeper into the young boy's mouth, forcing loud retch from him as his dripping tip rested at the back of his tongue, spurting precum against the back of his throat and making him choke. 
Streams of drool dripped down Derek’s angry red rocket as he slowly forced Dexter's head back and forth across the first 2 inches of it, any more than that forcing choking gags from the tiny rodent. The fox moaned softly at the warmth of the small child's mouth, reveling in the sensation of his tiny tongue struggling to push him out. “FUCK that's good. You're a cute kid, but you look so much cuter with a dick in your mouth.” he moaned out as he pushed against the back of his throat, forcing him to violently retch.
Dexter was in a state of pure, terrified agony as he suffered through the abuse the two men were putting him through. His stomach hurt already from the giant wolf's massive penis punching through his bowels, but it started hurting even worse as he heaved and choked, his stomach churning nauseously as the arctic fox in his mouth poked and prodded at his throat, forcing him to gag and cough. “I'm about to shove the rest in, I hope you have a good grip on his head.” the wolf growled as his thrusting sped up. Derek took Dexter's head in both hands, holding him firmly in place as the wolf's thrusts jostled him around, the fox taking the opportunity to also start thrusting harder as he readied himself for what was coming. 
The sound of heavy, wet slaps interspersed with harsh, choking gags and pained groans and grunts echoed through the cold room as Dexter sobbed, praying for an end to his torture. He had no idea how long it'd been. In his mind, he'd been crying in pain for hours, but in reality, he'd only walked into this trap less than 10 minutes ago. He felt an immense pressure on his battered hole, groaning even louder as the wolf pushed himself deeper and deeper, struggling to fit the entirety of his cock inside the small boy. With one last, hard push, the last of his knot popped in, Dexter screaming out in absolute agony in a high pitched squeal that made Derek’s black-tipped ears hurt.
Derek saw his chance and took it, forcing the young rodent's head down on his throbbing penis, pushing himself past what little resistance was left in the boy's throat and causing him to violently retch as his airway was entirely plugged full of fox cock. He moaned out loudly as he felt Dexter's tiny throat ripple around his throbbing rod, the fox taking great pleasure in the horrific sounds leaking out from the boy as be began to run out of breath, still trying to scream from the searing pain of the wolf's over sized knot stretching him open.
The black wolf growled, his entire cock enveloped by Dexter's underdeveloped insides, his knot rapidly expanding inside of the little boy as the pressure in his pelvis rapidly grew. The feeling of the little squirrel's sphincter clamping down behind his fat knot rapidly forced his orgasm from him as an immense, pleasurable heat reached the base of his penis and rapidly shot up his length, splattering against the deepest reaches of Dexter's bowels. 
Dexter felt his stomach churning violently as the wolf behind him let out a long, growling moan while a wet heat grew deep inside of him. The sensation of the wolf filling him was sickening, the young child not understanding what was happening, but knowing deep down that it was something very wrong. He could feel his tiny stomach expand slightly from the immense amount of rapist wolf semen being pumped into him, a disgusting sense of fullness overwhelming him as he continued to violently gag and retch on the penis invading his throat. His only relief came when he realized the wolf was no longer moving, only his penis throbbing deep inside of him as his orgasm continued, the wolf simply holding him in place while Derek had his fun with his other end. 
“Ooooh, man. His throat convulses just a little bit more every time you throb.” Derek moaned out as he picked up speed, hammering away at the poor boy's face. “Kid picked a good day to stop by. Been fuckin' boring around here since the last kid came by a few weeks ago. He still alive?” 
“Oh, yeah. He's a cute one, too. Quiet, took to his new life easily. My kid took a liking to him, couldn't let him go like the other's. Might keep this one around, too. See if they all get along.” 
Derek nodded along as his friend spoke, his eyes shut tight now as he focused on the intense rippling sensations along his penis as he raped the small rodent below him. A constant stream of thick, sticky clear slime leaked from the boy's throat as he gagged and retched, the fluid dripping from his mouth and down onto the floor below. He moaned louder as he felt his orgasm approaching, quickly picking up speed even more, his knot battering against the miserable cub's face as his lungs burned, begging for air.
Dexter's head throbbed, his vision beginning to darken around the edges as his lungs screamed for relief. His stomach hurt, churning roughly from gagging so hard for so long along with being filled by the wolf's hateful seed. His ears rang, his heart racing as a renewed sense of panic over took him. “This is bad.” he thought to himself. “I need to breathe! I need to run! To go home! I need to-”
Derek interrupted Dexter's thoughts when he forced his fat knot into the young boy's mouth, his jaw popping and expanding painfully beyond its limits as his tearful, bloodshot eyes shot wide and he tried to scream through the blockage in his throat. The fox moaned, gripping the child's head painfully tight as his orgasm hit, overwhelming him as his salty, bitter seed splattered against the boy's throat and pumped directly into his stomach. “FUUUUUUUUCK!” the fox moaned out, trembling uncontrollably from the sensations on his pulsing penis.
Dexter's stomach bulged even more as Derek shot his vile load inside of him, his vision rapidly darkening as his heart rate and struggle both slowed. His lungs still screamed for relief, but with the knot in his mouth, he knew it wouldn't come. His eyes ran dry, having cried all he could through his abuse. One final violent, shuddering retch raced through his body, forcing Derek’s semen to splatter out of his nose and against the fox's waist before he heard Derek speak. “Oooh, yeah. Goodnight, kiddo. Sleep tight.” was the last thing he heard as his consciousness waned.
Dexter's eyes slowly struggled open, a sense of panic quickly overtaking him as he bolted upright with a sharp, painful gasp. His throat was dry and scratchy, and the taste of Derek’s semen lingered on his tongue, his stomach still lightly bloated from being filled so brutally. He felt cold, and his heart raced as he looked around the unfamiliar room he was in. A small voice from off to the side of him caught his attention
“Uhm, h-hi!” came a shaky voice from a small, black wolf. “I'm Michael. Uh, my dad said you were gonna be living with us now. I'm sorry.” he continued with a knowing, apologetic look as he saw tears begin to form in Dexter's eyes. “I-it's not so bad! If we do what we're told, he...can be a lot nicer.”
Dexter sniffled and wiped his eyes, the pattern of the ropes from earlier still imprinted into his arms from being bound so tightly for so long. Everything hurt, and a deep sadness welled up inside of him as he realized his life as he knew it was over. A noise from behind the small wolf caught Dexter's attention as he watched another small boy crawl out from the dark corner of the room, a small foil bag in his hand as he crawled towards the young squirrel.
“Oh! This is River. He's kind of new, too. Uhm, he's a little quiet until he gets to know you.” Michael said as he watched the small pink chinchilla hand Dexter a little bag of fruit snacks with a knowing look, remembering his own arrival here just a few short weeks ago. 
Dexter took the bag, giving a soft, shaky smile and nod in thanks, his throat too sore to even try to speak. A small glare out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, the boy looking to the floor next to him and seeing a small plastic badge on the floor, the words “HONORARY FIREFIGHTER” written across the middle of it. A deep sense of sadness overtook him as he began to sob, River and Michael scooting next to him to try to comfort him as a heart wrenching wail escaped him.