Plushie Humping

Kenny had recognised his sexual urges at quite a young age, learning how to masturbate at only 8 years old. It had been a life changing discovery for the rabbit boy, being able to calm your nerves and release all that pent up horniness that comes with the rabbit genes, while also just physically feeling extremely good. It was no wonder that he made a point to masturbate at least once per day, rarely breaking his streak. There was only one problem: he didn't quite know how to jack himself off, he needed a partner to hump. More specifically, he needed his plushies to get some release. Kenny's parents had gotten him several cuddly and cute critters over the years, but his absolute favourite was a huge feral grey wolf plushie, almost as big as the boy. He always slept in bed with the wolf, wrapping his little arms and legs around it, burying his muzzle into the soft chest as he snoozed. That was how he had first discovered the magic of masturbation: a case of the morning wood combined with some accidental rubbing against the toy as he adjusted his posture in bed felt surprisingly good, leading him to try and thrust his hips into it again. In just a few minutes, Kenny was humping and grinding the plushie like his life depended on it, panting and huffing as he humped, soon reaching his first orgasm and painting the front of his briefs white. From that day onwards the relationship between him and the wolf ascended to more than just best friends, Kenny had found a lover in the cuddly toy. 

The Saturday was going as normal, the family of three buzzing around the house, enjoying the weekend. Kenny and his dad, Brock, were both lounging on the sofa, watching some shows. They were both leaning back, wearing only t-shirts and underwear, eyes half closed as commercials started playing. Kenny and Brock were both very similar, the boy taking after his father in both personality and physicality: they both had cream coloured fur, long and floppy ears resting on the sides of their head. Commercial after another rolled on the TV, Brock almost jumping up to get something to drink before the screen caught his eye: a swimsuit ad piquing his interest. A beautifully toned border collie girl stretched and prance around in a one piece swimsuit, leaving very little to the imagination, the father coughing awkwardly and resting his hands on his lap to hide his sheath stirring. He glanced over to his side to notice his son's eyes glued to the screen, Kenny's briefs tenting up slightly. He grinned as he noted that it wasn't just his personality and fur that the boy had inherited, his powerful libido had also seemed to make the genetic jump to the next generation. Kenny quickly scrambled down from the sofa and started walking towards the stairs, saying that he forgot about some homework he needed to do still. Though he wasn't particularly experienced in the field of sex, he did know that it was taboo to show off his stiffy in front of company and family, running off in the hopes that his excitement wasn't visible to his dad. Brock watched as the cub disappeared upstairs, the sound of Kenny's room's door clicking closed following close behind. He pondered about the situation for a few moments, his mind sparking with a deluge of ideas. The more he thought about his son frantically jerking off, the little paw wrapped around the small cock, pumping and huffing until eventually ropes of seed stained the soft palm of Kenny's hand, the more his own underwear started bulging. Soon his dick was completely out of its sheath, pulsing as his boxers were uncomfortably tight. He gulped as he leaned back on the sofa to peek towards the kitchen, his wife gently humming as she was busy with preparing dinner. Brock sighed as he stood up, he couldn't fight back against his perverted mind, he just had to at least take a quick peek at what his son was up to.

The rabbit softly snuck up the stairs, trying not to make a single sound, his eyes glued on his kid's bedroom door as soon as he got upstairs. He inched closer and closer, holding his breath as he pressed his head gently against the door, listening for any signs of lewd activity. He could hear some shuffling and the soft creaking of bed springs, occasionally interrupted by a quiet gasp or moan. This was enough for Brock to slip his hand down the front of his boxers, wrapping his fingers around his rock hard cock, a stain of precum already spreading on the underwear. His eyes lit up as he noticed the door cracked open by just a tiny bit, the boy apparently in such a hurry that he neglected to make sure it had closed entirely. The dad had another decision to make: whether to just listen in to his son or to risk it all and get a proper view of the action. His horny mind made the decision within seconds, slowly pushing the door open until he could peek in, gulping as he saw what the cub was up to. Kenny was kneeling on his bed, his underwear discarded on the floor. Between his legs was his faithful wolf, laying on its back with its legs spread open, the boy's dick grinding against its belly as he humped the incredibly soft plushie. His pre smeared up and down the grey fur as he dragged his tip around, his hips pressing into it as his hands grasped at the wolf's head and muzzle, petting and stroking it. His eyes were closed and his mouth was gaping open, small moans and cute squeaks escaping from him as he pounded his hound. Brock couldn't believe his luck, his boy fucking a toy right in front of him, Kenny's back turned to the door, the young cub's small shaft, cute ballsack, and delicious tailhole presented perfectly for his viewing pleasure. The cub bent down to snuggle up to the wolf's chest as he continued thrusting into it, his cottonball tail lifting up as his pucker gently pulsated, the pink hole just screaming for some loving from a tongue. He gasped as he could feel the pressure quickly building up in his nethers, biting down on one of the wolf's ears to muffle his moans as he reached orgasm. His cock throbbed and his legs shook as small ropes of cum spurted onto the plushie's crotch, painting the grey fur with stripes of white. He smeared the seed all over as he continued humping, his hips frantically bumping and grinding against it, the whole bed shaking. Kenny collapsed on top of the wolf, panting as he still slowly thrust against it, milking the last few squirts of his preteen cum from his cock. He took a few moments to catch his breath before he rolled off of the bed, stumbling to pull his underwear back onto his chubby behind. 

Brock kept his gaze locked on his son's humping, stroking himself as the boy finished on the plushie. As Kenny hopped off the bed, he quickly tiptoed into the office room next door, hiding there as the boy waddled into the bathroom to clean himself up a little. Seizing the opportunity, Brock snuck into the cub's bedroom to get a better view of the aftermath. The wolf was still splayed out on the bed, its crotch stained with sticky seed. He couldn't help but to kneel down next to the bed, grabbing the plushie and sticking his muzzle right up to the wet spot on its underside, taking a deep sniff as he jerked himself off. His son's scent was extremely strong on it, both fresh and old smells assaulting his nose as he huffed. The musky scent was decidedly similar to his own, with a slightly different twist, driving his body and mind wild, his heavy balls swinging around as precum pooled on the floor below him. The man stuck out his tongue, dragging it on the moist fur of the plushie, licking up his kid's cum. He moaned into the wolf as his tongue glided across the soft hairs, fully tasting Kenny for the first time. Previously he'd had to just settle for dirty laundry, but now he could completely immerse himself in the boy's smell and flavour, loving every second of it. He was close to blowing his load, quickly hopping up onto his feet and aiming his tip at the plushie, grunting as ropes of cum erupted all over it. The wolf was showered in shots of pent up cum, the crotch and chest of it coated in his essence. Brock gasped for air as he wiped his sticky hand on the toy's head, leaving smatterings of his seed on its muzzle as well. He set the plushie back to where it was, leaving it a bit more soaked than it previously was, before pulling up his boxers and retreating back downstairs. Few minutes later, Kenny joined him, hopping onto the sofa and settling down. Brock grinned slightly as he spoke to the boy, keeping his eyes on the TV, 
"Get your homework done?"
"Mhm."
"Did you have fun?" 
"Yeah!" 
"Good boy."
He patted the rabbit cub's head gently, leaning back and letting out a satisfied sigh.