Bob's Election Day Special

By Bunnycub

This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to Bunnycub

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

Bob sighed as he threw on a jacket and headed out the door. Election day had finally come. The big dog didn't mind doing his civic duty, but he would be glad when this day had passed. At least then the ads would stop. Oh well, he thought, time to pick the new president.

It was a nice day out, so Bob decided to walk down to the polling place, a nearby fire station. He could use the exercise anyway; those late night ice-cream treats with Arcc were starting to slow him down. Not that the pup didn't give him plenty of exercise in return.

Whistling to himself, he lazily ambles along the streets. He can't help but daydream about the fun times with Arcc, and Timmy... oh and that black kitten from work. The big dog is grinning ear to ear as he gets closer to the station, and his pants have become noticeably tighter too. He was so distracted he almost tripped over a 7-year-old black and white bunny playing on the sidewalk. Bob's eyes linger over the boy's lean form and firm butt as he hunches over his toy fire truck, and he feels something. It's almost like his stomach is growling, demanding to be fed, but the feeling isn't coming from his stomach.

The little bunny cub notices the man watching him and looks up. "Hey Mister. You headed to the firehouse too? Why are so many people going in there? I didn't think you were allowed to play inside the fire house." He's such a friendly outgoing boy, just beaming with excitement.

The Sheppard feigns surprise. "Oh, you don't know what day this is son?" Bob shakes his head and tutts loudly. "Today is election day and it's time for people to vote on important things like who will be the president of the United States, and what sort of things the government should be doing. In fact, maybe you need a little civics lesson. Would you like to come with me while I vote?"

The spotted bunny looks around. He knows he's not supposed to go off with anyone he doesn't know but this guy might get him into the fire station. "You mean I could go inside the firehouse? Okay Mister. I'll come with you."

Bob grins widely, showing a lot more teeth then necessary. "So kid," he asks casually, "what's your name?"

The cub looks up at him. "My name is stupid, and I don't like it but my friends call me B. C."

"Okay then B.C., I want you to come with me." The big dog takes the bunny by the paw and leads him into the firehouse. They come to a line up of people waiting to get their ballots. "Wait here, I'll be right back." Bob quickly takes his place in line. These people have his name and address; he doesn't want them to tie him to the cub after the boy is eventually found. He confirms the registration and picks up his ballot before he goes back for the boy. "OK B.C., let's go."

As they head into the garage where the voting booths are set up, little B.C.'s starts to peer around. To make room for the booths the garage is mostly empty but there is still one fire truck still in the building. "Wow." He mutters as he stares up at the gleaming red machine.

Bob just smiles as he leads the lad towards the back of the room. The Sheppard picks the booth furthest from the desks and closest to the exit. "Here we are kid. This is where the important stuff happens." He tugs the curtain aside and ushers the boy inside.

The spotted cub looks about the plain space, the disappointment apparent on his face. It's just an empty room with a shelf and curtains for walls. "It doesn't look so important."

"Well it's not the room so much as this." The dog flourishes his ballot before placing it on the shelf. "How I answer the questions on this piece of paper helps choose what happens." Bob pauses for a minute before smiling down at the bunny. "Hey do you want to answer some of the questions? I'll let you do it if you do something for me."

The bunny's eyes go wide for a second. "Really you'll let me do it? Wow, I'll vote for my neighbor Billy Jenkins. He lets me play with his Wii. He'd be a good president. What do I gotta do?"

"Promise you'll do what I ask no matter what?" Bob grins as the boy nods his head energetically. "Good lad. Now I want you to help with this." The dog unbuckles his pants, just enough to slip his already hardening cock free. "Give it a lick. Remember you said you'd do anything." Bob backs the bunny cub up against the wall, his great throbbing dick swaying just in front of the boy's face.

B.C. doesn't know what to do, he knows this is probably wrong but the man said he's let him vote if he did it. He remembers his mommy and daddy talking about voting, and there was a lot of stuff on TV about it too so it had to be important. Slowly he leans forward letting his tongue slide over the tip of the man's penis. He hears the dog moan softly even as the sharp flavor hits his taste buds. It's strong, and a bit salty but not bad. Gradually the cub leans in for another lick.

"Good boy," sighs Bob as he scans the ballot. He picks out the questions important to him as that sweet young tongue bathes his throbbing head in slick warm saliva. He marks down his pick for the next president and ticks off a few minor ballot questions that strike close to home before his paw slides down to push the little bunny's face off his dick. The lad looks surprised, and just then a strong squirt of pre splatters across his face, tracing a sticky web from the black ring around his eye down to his muzzle. "Such a good boy. Now it's time for you to vote." Bob picks up the boy, lifting him up so he can see the ballot. One hand stabilizing the boy as the other tugs his shorts down.

B.C. starts to look over the piece of paper for a second before he realizes something's wrong. "Mister, what are you doing?"

Bob whimpers softly as he gets the pants and undies down. "Of don't worry, this is just to make it easier to hold you up while you vote." He lines his spit slick cock up with the boy's virginal rabbit hole and moans softly in anticipation. "This may sting for a little bit." His paw clamps over the boy's muzzle to stifle the yelp as he leans forward. He groans softly as his fat throbbing member stretches that boy cunt wide open.

The boy tries to scream as the pain in his backside increases but that strong paw keeps the sound muffled. It's so bad he's almost crying. If this is what voting feels like no wonder so many people just don't do it. Soon the pain fades a bit as he feels the man's jeans pressed against his ass. The pain drops down to a dull ache as the adult waits, it's almost like he knew this would happen. The dog presses a pen into the boy's clenched paw.

"You have to be quiet or they'll hear you. If they find out I'm letting you vote you'll get in so much trouble. Kids aren't allowed to vote, it's against the law," whispers bob as he carefully removes the paw from the bunny's muzzle. Both hands now support the cub's weight as he pulls back slowly. "You wanted to vote for president right? Well write their name in here." The dog points to the write in column for state treasurer.

The boy is shuddering as he starts to write, the feeling as that big fat doggy dick slides back feels kind of good. His paws are shaking as he starts to write in Billy's name. Just as he goes back to dot the i the man shoves forward driving that cock deep into the bunny's tight little bum. The cub bites his lip to keep from crying out, at first just from the pain but then from the pleasure as something starts to change. Each hard thrust feels better then the last driving the cub forward.

Bob bites down on the back of the kid's shirt to keep from moaning out loud as he drives his dick harder and harder into the boy. This cub's got such a sweet little ass. "Oh gods, you're good kid." He whimpers with a mouth full of cloth, as the tight muscles of the lad's sphincter grip his cock like a fist. "I swear you bunnies are just made for fucking."

B.C. isn't sure what the man's talking about. But it's starting to feel really good now. He's just checking empty boxes at random as the man pounds his sore little bum. When a paw grips his immature little erection it's all just too much. The cub shudders through his first ever dry cum. Gurgling out his repressed moans even as he feels the first spurt of that searing hot puppy seed flooding his bowels. He lets out a soft pleasurable sigh as he lapses into darkness.

Bob stifles his scream, as the orgasm seems to strip his balls of every last drop. He humps his way through his climax before pulling himself free. As his dick slips out, the passed out little boy starts to whimper, almost like he misses the warm full feeling. With a grin Bob slides the ballpoint pen into that well-fucked little tailhole. Instantly the whining stops, and the little ball of fluff lets out a happy sigh.

Idly the big dog props the bunny up on the shelf, tastefully arranging it so anyone entering the booth can't help but notice that well fucked little anus. As a final, touch he peels the sticker off his ballot and slaps the little "I voted" slogan across the rabbit's right ass cheek and as a final bit of fun he pulls out a black sharpie and carefully writes "Exit polling here". As he dropped the finished ballot into the slot the dog marveled "You know it really does feel good to do one's civic duty."

Bob makes his way to the nearest door only to find it locked. panic starts to race through him in that moment wondering if some one had noticed something but he soon it's locked so on one can sneak in. the exit is across the room. As he wanders back past the booths he hears a low whimper and a wet slapping sound. He peeks under the curtain and see's a pair of adult legs in the booth he'd just vacated. "I guess I'm not the only one enjoying his voting rights this morning."