Stockade
Yeah this is a typical example of my half-assed writing. Enjoy it, or find somethin' else that whacks your meat better.
M/M/m zoo, spooge. yadda yadda, if you don't like NC sex between fictional furry chars, don't read mah fuckin story ^_^
I would like to note for the record, some people thought I had ended this twice or just copied the first half and put it in a second time... they were right, this was a copy/paste error I have since fixed.
Bunny.
Like anything else, when you stare at grass for several days on end you start to notice the subtle individuality of each blade. Typically, Danny had always seen grass, especially in a field, as a collective entity. It was like a carpet, a whole thing, not individual little pieces.
Not that any of this really mattered, but he'd begun to zone out in the last day or two. At first he'd tried to struggle with the heavy wooden frame wrapped around his hands and neck; wood as it turns out is far less yielding than flesh. He'd ended up with some splinters he couldn't remove before he gave up and relaxed into the big frame. It dug into his neck.
After fighting with it for a while he'd gotten quite upset. The cold exposure to nature getting the best of his otherwise comfort-accustomed self. Though he'd never admit it to his friends, he cried for a good few hours the first night he found himself alone out here.
The stocks were by far one of the most humiliating punishments the village would dish out. Leave a person naked and exposed to the rain and wind, or more importantly the eyes of any passerby who wanted to make a teasing remark or two before heading onto the next town.
This certainly wasn't fair. Danny plotted many long hours what he'd do when they let him go again. He'd burn down that crazy old lady's house, the one who fingered him out've all the other kids in town. Sure he'd been there when they decided to steal from her garden, but she shouldn't have pointed him out, not when she saw all the other kids there too. They didn't punish the other boys though, they were probably sleeping soundly at home, tucked away in soft beds with warm, feather quilts.
Danny couldn't plot revenge or feel sorry for himself any longer tonight. It was getting on day number two in this crummy situation and he'd started to lose feeling in his legs already. The stiff wood beneath him was far from inviting but still his eyes started to drift closed. It wasn't sleep that came, only a quiet mindlessness the likes of which one only found on the border between rest and insomnia, but it was welcome none the less.
A warm puff of air woke him sometime later in the evening. It felt almost like a breeze at first, and then it became more defined. Danny tilted his head to look behind him, but the stockade made it a wasted effort. He felt it again, just against the cleft of his rounded little butt, another puff of air.
The rabbit's heartbeat quickened at the sudden, frightening realization that he wasn't alone out here tonight. He could distinctly feel it now, and even hear it behind him as a loud sniffing came to his ears.
Danny froze when he felt a warm, wet feeling slide up from under his balls and over the cleft of his backside. It came again, slipping messily up under his tail this time and leaving a heavy amount of drool, the fur matting down on his rounded little cheeks as the creature began to slurp at him again and again.
The rabbit's eyes went wide with fear, each lathering from that mysterious tongue one moment closer to a bite. He swallowed hard, the warmth and drool following that lapping tongue down to the boys balls again, which bounced heavily in their little cream colored sac with each lashing of the creature's tongue. Despite the obvious fright in Danny, he felt his sheath swell a bit in response to the tongue bath his groin was receiving, another long, wet slap of the tongue cupping the sheath just as the tip of his boyish prick poked out through the furry hole at the top.
The tongue was gone as fast as it came, and Danny breathed a sigh of relief. A few moments passed and there was no sound, no wet slurping on his backside. Peace again, and nothing to worry about. His heartbeat dropped once again, and the boy started to relax, his tense muscles still clenched tightly against the stockade.
The boy yipped loudly however, when a pair of paws wrapped his little chest, hooking around his waist as a sudden, heavy body landed on top of his own. If not for the stockade's heavy wooden base, he would have been face first on the ground already, but it held him, and his attacker up. His heart jumped a beat, picking up again as the bunny shut his eyes tightly, preparing for a flesh rending bite, for his throat to be torn out and swallowed up.
Instead he felt a wet slapping against his legs. Something huge smacked into his thighs a few times, and the wolf clinging to his chest pressed it's hips against his quickly. This feeling was quite different from the tongue before, it was firm and hot, drooling from the end of it.
Danny's eyes went wide when he felt the wolf pull back further, the tapered tip of it's engorged length poking up under the rabbit's leaf-shaped tail. By the time the bunny knew what was happening it was too late. He let out a loud yelp as the fat wolf dick pressed up against him, and wedged it's way in with a loud squelching noise. Only an inch or two of the wolf's dick had penetrated and the boy's tail end was already on fire. He yipped again when the second thrust came, the wolf's shaft burying itself a good six inches into the quivering rabbit's backside.
The pain hazed his vision over as Danny felt the animal on top of him shove itself in to the base, a still soft knot stretching his rear even further when it pressed it's sheath tip all the way up against his hole. His mouth hung open, panting heavily as he stifled further yelps; this was certainly not a good position for the other villagers to find him in.
Another set of paws hit Danny on the back and his head was jerked up, his open, panting muzzle suddenly stuffed with a warm, salty wad of flesh. He shook his head, eyes opening again to find the warm, gray belly of another wolf above him, it's dick rather firmly wedged between his lips. The bunny gagged, attempting to spit the musky cock out've his mouth but with no success. The wolf drove it's hips up further and crammed the tip of it's swollen prick into the rabbit's throat, making his eyes bulge a bit as his throat visibly distended around the wolf's length. It drew back for a moment, then stuffed itself forward again, the boy's chin and throat smacked upward by a pair of nuts that rightfully belonged on something far larger; an elephant would've been appropriate.
Danny's eyes watered and started to spill out, the wolf firmly wedged into his tail end humping without abandon, it's massive girth causing his tailhole to pucker inward with each rough thrust up under his tail. His thighs felt the hard smack of those oversized balls with each jab into his spread cheeks the wolf made. Meanwhile, it was all he could do to breath with the wolf in front of him hilted to the sheath in his muzzle; it pressed harder into his gagging, and would have caused him to vomit on the spot if he hadn't been concentrating on breathing raggedly through his nose.
It only went on for a moment or so in that manner however, and soon he felt something swelling in his abused, reddening little butt. The wolf inside of him had stopped jerking it's dick back so far, and proceeded to hump him in quick, deep little thrusts, the base of it's length swollen at least several times as thick as the rest now. He felt the same thing in his muzzle, the other wolf's shaft bulging and swelling up behind his teeth, opening the rabbit's muzzle wider and wider until it had actually gotten itself stuck behind his teeth. Danny's paws clenched into fists as the pair of wolves tied him from each end, his choking starting to die down a bit more now as he became more accustomed to having his throat blocked, tears dripping off his cheeks.
The one behind him went off first, the rabbit's butt starting to ache more and more as a warm, wet fluid started to fill his backside. He yipped and clenched his eyes shut, the wolf's cock twitching and spurting up into him with each little jab from the big male. The one in his muzzle was soon to follow, a rush of salty, bitter fluid coming up his throat, a feeling like rising bile almost as it gushed up to the knot in his bulging cheeks and washed back down into his belly. He kicked a bit this time, the wolf infront of him forcing it's cum down into his belly even as it drooled out either side of his muzzle, his stomach rounding off ever so slightly from the twitching shaft spilling load after load of sticky spunk under his tail.
It wasn't before a good twenty minutes had passed that both wolves softened up enough to pull their dripping, limp shafts from either end of him. Danny coughed and spat up some of the spooge from his throat, his little leaf-shaped tail swaying a bit over his stretched out backside. He sniffled a few times and let his ears fall back, relaxing finally into the stockade.
He let out a quiet sigh of relief, and with that the rabbit closed his eyes and started to drift off to true sleep this time, his body quivering in the chill of the evening.
He was awakened however, moments later by the quiet, but audible sound of a snapping twig. The rest of the pack had arrived.