Stuffing the Turkey
#3 of Bob's Special events
Bob's Holiday Special
Thanksgiving
By BunnyBoy
This story and the characters in it (Except for Edis) are copyrighted to BunnyBoy... Edis is copyrighted to his own player
Warning the story contains a non consensual sexual encounter between an adult male and a male cub. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy
The young cubs were all clustered back stage, chatting idly. They had a while to wait before the show started, but their teacher said she wanted them all there early. "I don't see why we are even doing this anyway." Mutters a white bunny dressed like a pilgrim. "Nobody cares about thanksgiving anyway. They should just skip it and go right to Christmas."
A little black kitten wearing a turkey costume frowns at the bunny. "That's no true." Says Edis defiantly, "I love thanksgiving, I get to see all me aunts and uncles, and my cousins too. It's great and then we get to have turkey and pie."
From behind the group of cubs comes a clapping sound as a big tall doggy steps into view. He's dressed like their teacher, wearing a pilgrim outfit, but none of the kids have ever seen this person before. "Very well put my boy. I couldn't have said it better myself," says Bob with a smile.
A young squirrel steps up, the feathers in her hair clearly marking her as an Indian. "Where is Ms. Price? Why are you dressed like that?" The girl's voice quivers a bit, wondering if something is wrong.
The Bob just smiles at the girl, "Ms. Price is feeling a little ill, so she asked me to come along and see if I could help you cubs out." His smile seems genuine and warm. Bob almost bursts out laughing at the ease of it all. He reaches into his pockets and pulls out a handful of quarters. "Now you all have a big show tonight so why don't you head down to the vending machine for a juice, and a rest. I don't want to see anyone back here for at least half an hour. You all need to be rested for your show." As the cubs file out his hand reaches down and catches the black kitten on the shoulder. "Not you son, Ms. Price wanted me to talk to you special."
Edis pouts for a moment since he won't be able to get a soda but the dog seems nice. "Really sir? What did she say?"
"Well she told me you were having some trouble with your lines." Bob almost purrs as he guides the boy towards the table in the center of the stage. "She felt you could benefit from my special instruction before the show tonight." The dog picks up the little kitten, his golden bell jingling softly through the layers of his costume.
Edis thinks back. It does make sense, he did have trouble remembering sometimes, but so did lots of the other kids. Why would Ms. Price single him out like this?
As if sensing the little cubs thoughts, Bob starts to pace back and forth across the stage. "She told me that you have lots of potential, lad. She said that you could become a great actor some day. She feels it deep own in her heart." The little kitten is struck by this revelation, daydreaming about being in his own movie. Bob continues, "But she wanted me to help you along. To make sure you reach your full potential. Now in the school play you are the turkey. So what happens to turkeys at thanksgiving?"
The little cub looks confused. "Err... they get eaten?"
Bob just chuckles and licks his lips wondering if he might have time too... no he's on a tight schedule. "Well yes, but before that, they are cooked, and before that the turkey gets stuffed. So in order for you to reach your full potential in this play you must be the turkey. You must really get into the role, and to do that you must be stuffed."
Edis just looks puzzled as the man picks him up and sets him on the table. "Stuffed sir?"
"Yes kitten, that's right." Says the man with a grin. "One of the things they stuff a turkey with is bread crumbs, so here." He hands the cub a hot buttered roll from a basket and smiles as the cub chows down. "Good boy, now a turkey doesn't sit on the table, right? It lies on its back." Bob gestures to a serving platter on the table with construction paper lettuce and parsley. The man smiles to see the cub crawl over to the platter and lay on his back. While the boy is distracted he slides down his zipper, he already feels so constrained in his pants and the cool air feels good on his doggy dick. "Good good, now don't forget we need you stuffed." He hands the boy another hot buttered roll. "Hmmm, but at this rate it's going to take too long to get you in the proper turkey spirit."
The kitten works through the roll, as the adult looks lost in thought. "Is there another way sir?" The boy's words a slurred through the spray of breadcrumbs.
"Yes there is lad, but don't talk with your mouth full. It's a little drastic but it's the best way to get you ready." Bob grabs the platter and turns Edis for better access. His paws start to fumble with the boy's costume, carefully tearing around the hole for the boy's tail. With his access assured he pulls out a tub of butter taking some in paw and slathering it thickly on his rigid doggy dick. "Now I'll still need your help. Even with this method you'll need to eat one more roll." The big dog wipes the tip of his buttery dick over one last roll and hands it to the boy.
Once the kitten's mouth is full, the dog pulls himself up onto the table, pinning the boy beneath him. Edis tries to call for help but his mouth is too full. The mean doggy licks the butter from the kitten's whiskers even as he feels something poking at the base of his tail.
The boy tries to struggle but Bob just smiles, he's had plenty of practice at this and his kitten isn't going anywhere. He grunts softly as his cock probes inside the costume sighing happily after a few moments when he finally finds his mark. The boy's muted squeals fill the ear as his tail hole is slowly stretched wide open. The tight muscles of the lad try to fight but he's no match for the man as he slides that buttery girth deep into the little boy's body.
Bob moans softly. "Ohh I love a good turkey on thanksgiving. And you're just as advertised: sweet, young and juicy." He moans as he hilts himself into the boy, his balls resting on the costumes tail feathers. "See my lad, did I lie? This is a much quicker way for you to be stuffed." Bob pulls back slowly letting almost the whole thing slide free. He waits a moment looking down at the kitten's face noting the relief as the boy thinks it's coming out. With a loud grunt he pushes back in eliciting another muffled squeal from the boy as he rocks back and forth. He drives his whole length into that tight little anus again and again, cherishing those sweet little muscles that seem to grip him like a fist. He leans forward and licks the lad's whiskers once more. He's not going to last long at all like this. He raises his hips a bit, changing the angle just enough to give the kitten's tender little prostate a mighty pounding as he picks up the pace, his hips rocking the table back and forth as he rides the kitten hard.
Bob leans back and with one final thrust deep into Edis he cums. He has to bite down on the brim of his hat to keep from howling. He moans as his hot seed floods the little boy's bowels. "Mmmm, now you know what it really feels like to get stuffed like a turkey. You should be ready for the show. Oh, and just so you don't lose your inspiration..." Bob steps back, his cock sliding free with a slurping sound. He reaches down into the bag again, this time coming up with a steamed ear of corn. "We've got to do something to insure that nice stuffed feeling." He rolls the cob in the butter till it's nice and slick before lining it up with that well fucked ass. The kitten lets out one more little squeal before collapsing with a grunt. The ear wedges firmly but obscenely in place.
Bob whistles to himself as he marches off the stage, carefully shedding his costume. He slips into the dressing room and tosses the clothes over the bound and gagged form of Ms. Price. "You should be proud of him dear. He's truly a dedicated actor".