April Fools Day

By BunnyCub

This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to BunnyCub.

Warning the story contains sexual encounters of a concessional nature between an adult male and male cub. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy.

 

Bob yawned and rolled out of bed, he smiles having slept very well last night.  He thought idly, it was probably because he hadn't had a playmate.  Despite the German Shepard's voracious sexual appetite it felt good to sleep alone sometimes.  He slips on his bathrobe and steps into the hallway scratching his ass as he goes off in search of the morning paper.  He finds it in the bushes almost in the neighbors yard, that goddamn paperboy, one of these days he was going to teach that brat a lesson.  The big dog pauses then, savoring the image of that bike riding little mouse being taught the error of his ways,  the dog just grins softly letting the paper shield his erection from view. 

Nearby, where Bob hasn't seen them, two grown men stand there watching him.  "Are you sure it's him?" whispers the cheetah.

"Yeah I'm sure." Mutters the rabbit.  "Can you believe it he actually lives on our block?  It's just amazing."  Quickly the pair make their way over to the daydreaming dog.  "Hello sir I'm Reg, and this is my friend Tom.  We both just want you to know we are your biggest fans."

The two men don't seem to notice the puzzled look on the dogs face,  Bob for the most part isn't used to being talked to so early in the morning, or in fact carrying on conversations with adults without his pants on. 

It's Tom who cuts the awkward silence next.  "I mean, imagine our surprise to find out that Bob, I mean the actual Bob was living on the same block as us.  Sir you are by far the best cub fucker I've ever seen.  I mean the way you put your back into that poodle at the public pool last week.  That was genius shear genius."

Bob's feeling cornered now, these men shouldn't know this stuff, no ones supposed to know this.  That's how he'd gotten away with it for so long.  He doesn't know whether to run and hide or simply deny everything. 

Reg steps closer to the dog though, the little bunny reaching behind him.  "Sir if you don't mind would you do me the great honor of... Fucking my son" He pulls a 7-year-old bunny cub into view.  The little brown bunny looks up at Bob with big blue eyes, one-paw holds a soft serve ice cream cone, which his sweet little tongue slowly licks.  Bob's eyes transfixed on the boy's tongue.  Lick, and the dog shudders, lick, that little tongue flicks out, lick...

"Hey now wait a minute."  Shouts the dog. "What they hell is going on here and what are you talking about?"  He's not about to let on that these people were right, they were clearly insane.  You don't just go up to a random stranger and offer to let them fuck your son, that's just not the actions of a sane man.

The men frown.  "Wait, you mean you don't know what this is about?" says Tom.  "Oh great, you didn't read the script did you."  The cheetah pulls out a sheaf of printed pages.  "Here see on page 3 I offer you my son... Hmm I don't think he was ever named were you?"  He looks down at the brown bunny that shakes his head no.  "It's not important anyway, then you proceed to molest him here on the street.  It's all there in black and white."

Bob's eyes grow wide as he looks at the pages.  "But how did you know I'd be willing to do something like that?"

The bunny cub frowns and throws his ice-cream cone down onto the ground.  "Look, just stick to the damn script will you, I was supposed to be bent over the fire hydrant five minutes ago.  You're screwing up the whole scene."

"He's right you know, this is highly irregular."  Mutters Reg.  "I know this is a bit different from your normal fare but the premise of this story is that you're a world famous cub fucker.  You even have your own prime-time talk show and a wildly popular sitcom.  Two in a half men."

"So your telling me this is all just a story?  And now suddenly after all this time of being a secret cub molester, I'm now world famous and celebrated?"  The dog looks at the grown ups as they nod silently.  "But that's stupid,  first who writes these stories, and second that's a stupid shift to make.  There was no build up to it, no foreshadowing. To just wave your hand and now the world digs cub sex, it doesn't make any sense."

The bunny is really pissed now.  "Okay god damn it, if no one here is gonna fuck me, fine I'm out.  I can get plenty of action in another story, I bet the cubs next door could use someone."  He stomps off around the corner and disappears from sight

The three adults watch him go.  "Okay I demand to know what's going on."  Shouts Bob.

Tom sighs.  "I've seen this before, he's an old established char.  They sometimes take on a life of their own, I've heard of writers whose characters have taken over there whole lives." 

Bob glares at the men.  "Look I'm not a fictional character, I'm a real person... granted one with an unusual hobby.  But I'm not fictional, I mean if I was in a story who is writing it."

Reg smiles. "Ohh that's easy."  The bunny points over towards the horizon, where behind what looks like a wall of scrolling text, is a seven year old black and white bunny cub.  "He's writing this, he created everything.  His name is BunnyCub, well that's not his real name his real name is *********, but we just call him BC for short."

Bob stares at the bunny.  "How come I've never noticed that before?"  He looks at the other men who just shrug.  "Well I'm going to see about this."  Bob growls under his breath and marches off towards the text, leaving behind the one shot characters to fade into obscurity.   Bob stops suddenly "Wait I didn't want that, I didn't want them to vanish for ever."  He looks back but it's to late they are gone.

"Ohh." he growls at the bunny behind the wall.  "Your something of a mean little bastard aren't you?  Well I for one refuse to be toyed with, I'm not some puppet you can toy with for your amusement."  It's at that moment Bob realizes there are strings tied around his wrist and ankles.  "Wait a minute." He squeaks as he's jerked into the air.  "Okay well I see your point, but at least lets make this story interesting.  Making me a celebrity is boring, it's too easy, I mean in this one cubs would be throwing themselves at me.  Where is the fun in that?"

Gradually the world around bob fades away into nothing, even his clothes disappear.  Gradually though it comes back but now a woodland scene.  Tall pines seem to stretch on for miles and nearby is a crystal clear lake.  "Much better." says the Dog.  He hasn't noticed yet but his own outfit has started to form it's a vaguely military uniform with a wide brimmed hat.  "Ohh very nice a camp counselor, this should be fun..." It's only then that he notices the cubs starting to show up.  A smattering of six and seven-year-olds, none of which seems to weigh less than four hundred pounds.  "A fat camp... you set me up in a fat camp?  Good lord and not any fat camp, I'd say this is one for children who ate their parents."  The new camp counselor looks around apparently not happy with his newest role in life.  "That's damn straight, I'm not."

Once more the world fades away to gray, and the man's clothing disappears in a puff of nothingness.  When it comes back Bob is dressed in typical pirate garb and the ground is pitching and rolling beneath his feet.  Even before the wooden planking started to form Bob was rolling his eyes. "Ohh a pirate how very original and let me guess, I'll have a cabin boy named Roger?" The world stops almost like it's sulking, then slips away.  "Tell you what, maybe if we just start with the action the rest of the story can be told from there."

Bob moans as he feels the wet warm lips wrapped around his cock. "Ohh yeah, that's what I'm talking about."  The world slips into being all around them but the dog doesn't notice the sterile white walls that spring up, he's to focused on the lips that tug on his throbbing meat.  "Oh it's so good."  Not for the first time Bob relishes the twist of fate that got him the job here as an orderly at the Shady Vale Nursing Home, without their teeth in these old boys can really suck. "Wait, what?"  His eyes snap open with horror and he gazes down into he wrinkled face of an octogenarian squirrel his lips pursed around the dogs tube steak, his teeth in a glass of water on the night stand. 

The high pitched rather girly scream of the German Shepard could be heard for miles as he ran screaming form the man's room.  He was followed by a tremulous voice.  "But you said if I did good you'd give me a sponge bath."

As he runs through the halls they gradually fade into nothing and the dog knows better then to fuck with the author from now on.  "Ohh, you little bastard."  He growls obviously not having learned his lesson.  "I'll get you for this, I will if it's the last think I ever do."

He's so angry he doesn't notice the orange jumpsuit he's now wearing, or the cinder block walls all around him.  "You can't do this to me you hear me?"

"You talk to much."  Comes a voice from the back of the cell.  It's from a tall scarred elephant, busy undoing the front of his jumpsuit.  "Word came down the line you're a cub rapist, that makes you the lowest of the low in here."  The bull elephant whips out his massive erect wang pointing it at the startled dog.  He really hadn't been expecting this scene at all.  "And since you're in my cell I get to be the first to welcome you to your new life, on the inside."

"Bob cringes away from that and ducks out the door, narrowly making it out into the hall before the bars have finished forming.  He runs down the hallway outstripping the world of the prison and running into the blank canvas.  He looks around hoping to see a safe harbor, when he spots the black and white spotted bunny.  The smug little cub sitting at his computer idly taping away and making the dog's life miserable.  Bob growls softly at the sight.  "He might be the author, but he's still just a cub.  I'll teach that bastard to mess with Bob."

He charges towards the wall of slowly scrolling text, brushing it aside and gripping the startled seven year old bunny by the shoulders.  "You thought you were so big, didn't you? "

The black and white bunny whimpers softly. "Wait what?  How is this possible?  I made you, your fiction you can't do this to me."

Bob pushes the cub back onto the ground tugging off the boy's underwear.  "Looks like you're wrong there bitch."  The big dog smiles down at the scared little bunny as his erection starts to grow big and firm.  He kneels down gripping the boy's thighs, his rough paws lifting the boy's rump even as it caresses the soft white fur.  "Mmm, I wonder if this will count as incest since you made me after all."  The man leans forward stretching the little bunny boy open with one long push.

Bunny cub arches his back, squeezing down on the intruder trying his best to keep it out.  He squeezes the man's impressive member, gripping the adult inside him like a fist.

Bob doesn't even think of being gentle, with the boy's legs wrapped around his waist he thrusts into that sweet young anus, rocking the little cub back onto his shoulders.  He doesn't notice the cub's erection jammed roughly into his ribs.  He moans as he pushes in deeper working out all the frustration, the pent up sexual aggression as he moves to punish this little boy's tender prostate.

Bunny cub simply groans as his eyes close, nails racking down the adults back as he shudders from the constant pummeling.  He whimpers softly before looking out at the viewers.  "Don't tell him yet but I actually wrote this scene too, what? A boy can get lonely at times."  He gasps feeling the big dog press in deep stretching him wide as the knot pushes in deep. 

Bob almost howls as he ties.  Driving that knob of swollen flesh deep into the little boy beneath him, he doesn't see the little bunny's reaction.  He doesn't notice the cub's jewels contract, first the black one then the white as he shudders and climaxes.  As the dog floods the little doe's backside with hot sticky jizz, the little bunny paints the grown-ups belly with his own load of white creamy goodness.

Bob slumps forward with a sigh.  "I guess that shows you not to mess with me."  Mutters the dog sated.

Bunny cub stands up and stretches before pulling up his shorts.  Bob's eyes go wide as he sees that tight little bottom still dripping with seed hovering an inch before his muzzle.  "Yeah I sure learned my lesson."  He grins evilly back at the dog.

"Wait how did..." He tied the boy he knows he did.  Hell he can still feel the brat's ass around his knot.

"Can I get my sponge bath after this sonny" comes the whimpered voice from below.