A League of His Own
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
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It would be unfair to say that the small, thin bunny overlooking the indoor pool was conceited. He was just a firm believer in Leagues, and there was no sense in someone clearly built for the majors to demote himself down to AA. It's not a necessarily prideful feeling. If you can bed the best, why settle for less? And this bunny could bed anybody he needed to with his deliciously thin build and adorable face. He was purely twink, like most other bunnies, but exceptionally so. Even the way his ears dropped down to his naked back was alluring in ways that seemed to defy description. Every little movement, from his absentminded twitches of his nose to the careless flick of the wrist that made his whistle twirl around his finger was seductive, and even more so in the skimpy bathing suit he chose to wear for this job. Even beautiful people gotta work, after all, and lifeguarding paid well. Besides, in the summer no one bothered to use the indoor pool he presided over, so he was free to simply stare at the water for a few hours until he was off.
Again, it's important to stress that the bunny wasn't conceited, so he didn't sneer when the chubby brown raccoon strode in from the locker room with a confidence that seemed almost unnatural. A conceited person would have ignored him, but the lifeguard paid the swimmer a quick nod and a smile as he walked past to the towel room. The bunny figured the coon must be in the swim laps and burn off a few of the extra pounds clinging to his body, though it didn't seem entirely necessary. Some guys wear their weight well, and maybe the catalyst for achieving that was simple confidence. The coon seemed to ooze this, his posture straight and a loopy smile covering his muzzle. That, and it was certainly a ballsy move when, returning from the room with a towel draped over his shoulder, he strode right up to the bunny's elevated chair.
"Great view from down here," the coon admired with a sly, silly wink.
"Oh, thanks," the bunny replied with an honest blush. He was used to compliments, but they always seemed to come out in a sort of stammer of intimidation, unlike the coon whose words were so sure and strong. It sort of took him off guard.
"So you squeeze that tight thing on just to show off for nobody?" The coon asked, squaring up to the bunny and rolling back easily on the balls of his feet, turning his head to survey the large empty room.
"Oh, I, uh-"
The coon whistled, his jubilant smile growing a little wider. "Just looks a little tight in the general dick area."
Well this was new. The bunny had a mind to cross his legs and brush the plain, chubby coon off, yet he seemed unwilling to shut down such a confident advance. And maybe he wasn't even able to, as he was actually a little tongue-tied as to what to say or do. "Well, uh, um, I like your shorts too."
The coon looked down at his baggy drawstring shorts. He pulled the elastic open and took a peek inside. The bunny found himself leaning forward to sneak one, too, but the elastic snapped shut before anything could be spied and the coon, looking up now, noticed the bunny's attempt.
"Now that's mine to see, besides, it's not quite the spectacle yours is." This was the second time to coon had referenced the bunny's bulging speedo, which was impressive to anyone whose eyes wandered to it, and all eyes invariably did. Usually a jaw dropped at the obscene bulge that seemed like a banana and a few apricots shoved into a small nylon bag, but the coon was cool, almost as if he was admiring a well tied shoe and not a gigantic dick.
"Well that's, uh, what I've been told I guess," the bunny stammered with a nervous laugh, his cheeks burning a deeper red. This certainly wasn't how these conversations usually went, especially not with someone like the coon who was usually too intimidated to even approach, let alone speak with the assured tones this chubby, plain fellow spoke with.
"Well are you going to come down with me or am I going to have to come up with you?" the coon asked with a hopeful smile, his eyebrows raised as the loaded question rolled off his tongue.
"Well I'm not really allowed to come down unless there's an emergency..." the bunny's voice trailed. He could have told the coon to get lost. He was completely within his rights. He wasn't only well out of the guy's league, but the brown devil was practically harassing him. He hadn't even seen him for the first time just a few minutes ago.
"Well then I guess I'll have to come up," the coon laughed as he grabbed a hold of the chair and pulled himself up. The thin bunny had to scoot over to let him up, and while he should have told him to get down, his jaw only hung agape in amazement at this incredibly forward coon. The chair was small and though the bunny tried to make room for the coon, the masked fellow simply picked the bunny up and sat him down on his lap, wrapping his arms around the twinkish body. "Comfy?" He asked, and the bunny nodded shyly. Shy wasn't something the bunny was used to feeling, and its sudden onslaught seemed to magnify the effect tenfold. "Good," he said, squeezing the bunny against his soft body.
"So do guys tell you often how incredibly cute you are?" The coon prodded, getting only a hesitant nod from the bunny. "Ah, I'd certainly bet. I mean look at you, itty bitty body, adorable little face, I'm sure you've gotten all those compliments I never quite received. Especially about this right here," the coon said as he wrapped a paw around the bunny's significant bulge. The bunny squeaked in surprise, and immediately his cock began to swell. "And I bet with such a wonderful dick you're a bit of a top, aren't you?" He asked, and another nod came with trepidation. "Ahh, cool, me too, but I switch around a little. I think I'm kinda good in bed, when I can pull a guy in, you know." The coon pulled the bunny in for a sudden kiss on the cheek. The dick grab had been a surprise, but the kiss was unfathomable, and even then the bunny was too awestruck to do anything about it. This wave had swept him out long ago.
The bunny's bulging member lifted his swimsuit up from his body. Te coon's paws slipped the bunny's speedo off, and the guard's full glory was exposed to the coon, who was outwardly impressed without showing any hint of pause or awe. He immediately grabbed it in his paw and stroked, pulling the bunny in for more kisses, pecking softy at the cheeks until the bunny, now heaving his slight chest in deep breath, turned and met the coon's lips with tepid kisses that gained in passion slowly until the coon moved them along a little faster, forcing his tongue into the bunny's stout muzzle. Soon the bunny's dick was full and dripping, an impressive nine or so inches of thick meat. The bunny's stretchy swimsuit still hung at his ankles.
The bunny finally spoke his first unprovoked words of the conversation. "So... you-... you want me to fuck you?"
"Nah, I think I got this one." the coon shrugged him off. The bunny winced but couldn't pry his lips away from the coon again to argue the point. And it seemed even less hopeful to argue once the coon's shorts slipped off and he could feel the coon's squat cock between his pert cheeks. The head of it rubbed against his hole, teasing him. He could feel it was short and thick, not as thick as he was, but intimidating nonetheless. His small body seemed almost to balance on it.
The coon licked his finger and slid it between the bunny's legs spread as open as the speedos at his ankles would allow. He teased the hole for a few minutes, making the bunny moan in anticipation, before finally and slowly sinking it. The hole was tight from underuse, and the coon had to curl and work his fingers slowly inside to looses it up. One finger, slowly, then two, and soon, with the aid of a small bottle of lube slipped into the coon's pocket, a third finger. All the while the two sucked at each other's lips. By the time the third finger was worked into the compact pucker, and very carefully at that, the bunny was almost melting. He seemed completely unaware of the precarious position perched atop the lifeguard's chair where anyone might walk in at any moment, as unlikely as it was in this weather.
It seemed to be the exact moment the bunny's thoughts flashed back to Leagues that the coon suddenly buried his dick inside his ass. The bunny grunted and gasped as he settled into the coon's lap, the dick spreading his tailhole wide.
"Ah, ah-," he gasped, "go slow, go slow," he begged. The coon might not have heard him. He lifted the rabbit's legs and thrust as well as the odd position would allow him. Only half of it was thrust, the other half seemed to be lifting the bunny's slight body and letting it settle back down on the firm, slick dick impaling him.
"Wow, that's a tight ass you've got here, bunny boy," the coon complimented, his voice not dissonant in the least despite the heightened passion that left the bunny a stammering, hoarse mess. The coon couldn't quite enjoy it to the fullest, however. He wrapped his arms around the bunny and, without removing his dick from the firm ass, was able to step down from the chair. Momentarily at a loss for what to do, the coon turned around and allowed the bunny to brace himself against the chair while the coon fucked him in his arms, the bunny's feet dangling a foot off the floor. His speedo fell from his feet, finally, and the coon was able to wrap the bunny's legs around his body, the toes in his busy tail. From this position the coon could hump harder, his chubby belly jiggling with each thrust.
The bunny's stiff pole bounced back and forth with each powerful thrust, too, flinging stray strings of precum with every few bumps. The coon shifted only the smallest amount and suddenly the bunny was shouting maniacally. The coon's dick prodded a tender spot inside him with perfect precision, and having found the spot, the coon locked on. The bunny's yelps of passion were instinctual, uncontrollable, despite wanting to quiet down. He'd never shouted like this while fucking any of the other pretty skinny guys he'd had in bed, and his body had never coursed with such spastic bolts of pleasure like this either. He almost lost his grip on the chair.
The coon badgered the bunny's spot relentlessly, giggling to himself as the emphatic bunny howled in wild delight. It was inevitable, and it didn't take long after that. The coon felt the bunny go limp, simply pressed against the chair now without holding himself up. The bunny's body quaked and shook wildly, thought the tiny frame was held securely by the big, strong raccoon. The bunny's stubby tail twitched and his ass clenched reflexively around the coon's dick, and the bunny's massive cock erupted warm thick cum all over the chair and stippled floor.
As the last string dripped from the panting bunny's dick, the coon pulled him back from the chair and laid him down on all fours on the floor. Bent over the bunny, the coon pounded in short, powerful, thrusts, his cock sometimes escaping only to spread the hole wide open again. His stomach smacked against the small of the bunny's back. The bitty lifeguard was dwarfed entirely by the bulky coon bent over him. He still panted and grunted and moaned as desirously as he had been, but the coon seemed hardly phased at all, the same easy smile on his muzzle as if painted there, not an ounce of exhaustion apparent on him.
It was almost a surprised then when the coon's cock tensed and gushed inside the bunny. After a few heavy shots inside, the coon quickly pulled out and squirted the remaining impressive load on the bunny's back until the small white fellow was covered in cum, dripping from his creampied asshole and soaking into the fur on his back. The coon only moaned lowly as he did, though the bunny shrieked with lust at every wet drop he felt hit him.
The coon sunk his cock in the bunny's slick, beaten hole for a few more quick pumps, maybe only to clean the cum off, then grabbed his towel and shorts from the floor, tossed them over his shoulder, gave the bunny's rear a quick, firm slap, then pulled out and walked naked back to the locker room.
The bunny remained panting on all fours, his long dick still dripping stray drops of cum from the coon's last few thrusts. He was hot, sweaty, and exhausted, gasping for air. As his wits came to him, he glanced up and down the room to see nobody. He looked behind him but the coon was already gone.
What the hell just happened?