Story by Custos
(Original posting 27 May 2024 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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DreamGod commission: A Forbidden Liaison

Footsteps approach the window of the decrepit little hut at the edge of the forest, a lone figure shrouded in shadow testing whether the pane is unlocked or not as he evades the moonlight near-perfectly. Fortunately, it is, and the window slowly slides open as a gentle breeze enters the kids’ room. Many little bunnies are sleeping peacefully in their beds, sometimes many in the same one, but the bigger ones get a bed for themselves.

Hints of red and green flash past as the intruder enters the bedroom. Yet, the eyes searching around aren’t malicious in the slightest, but arm and gentle as they set upon the little silhouette of a particular bunny boy on the other end of the room. Skippy, as the seven-year-old is called, is positively shaking with excitement as he bounces in place underneath his covers, beckoning over the man for whom he left the window unlocked, loudly whispering:”Robin! Sir! Over here.”

The red fox in his green outfit can’t help but chuckle as he places his index finger to his lips, gesturing for Skippy to be more quiet as Robin Hood quickly makes his way over to the little boy’s bed. He kneels down next to it and the small bunny boy takes his hero’s hand into his own, drawing the adult male into a tight hug as he nuzzles his face into Robin’s neck fur, “You came! I’ve been waiting for hours. Couldn’t sleep. Robin, sir.”
Robin draws the little Skippy into a proper hug, the little seven-year-old bunny boy completely naked underneath the covers of his bed:”Of course. I promised, didn’t I? I wouldn’t dream of disappointing my biggest fan.”

Skippy’s cheeks flush a little with reddish hue and he smiles goofily with pride at the honours placed upon him by the man he idolises and regards as a father figure. He draws back the covers, revealing his cute smallish body in his equally small bed, inviting the fox in:”Can we snuggle, Robin? Pretty please?”
Robin is a little surprised, his eyes darting around at the other sleeping cubs in the room, Skippy’s many brothers and sisters. He hesitates for a moment but then slides into the undersized bed, his feet hanging off the edge as he has to crawl in close with Skippy not to fall out. Skippy giggles in excitement and the adult fox male has to shush him again to prevent him from waking up his siblings, the bunny cub immediately lifting up Robin’s tunic and revealing the canine’s thick sheath and balls in the darkness underneath the blankets. His small hands eagerly reach down to massage Robin Hood’s genitals whilst he pushes his head up underneath the tunic and finds the fox’ nipples, latching onto one as Skippy closes his eyes and starts suckling. The little boy is in heaven, feeling nurtured as he finally gets to be close again with the man he adores.

Robin Hood is a little uncomfortable with the situation, not because he isn’t flattered or endeared by the fact Skippy desires him so, but rather because being discovered in this position would get him the noose from the local villagers. The eager little fingers of the young bunny boy massaging and toying with his sheath quickly make any reason in his mind evaporate, the red fox sighing as he simply embraces the seven-year-old cub tighter, closing his own eyes as he allows Skippy to nurse from his nipple like a newborn baby would its mother’s:”Ah, silly boy. Sweet horny silly boy.”

The seven-year-old bunny giggles around Robin Hood’s nipple, switching to the other as his tiny index finger dips inside the fox’ sheath and gently swirls around the tip of the swelling cock inside the warm moist sleeve:”Tee hee. I have been waiting for days. Robin, sir. I missed you so much. I wish you could live with us. I want to hug you every day and night!”
Robin smiles, touched by the little boy’s genuine affection as he gently rubs the bunny’s back, reaching down towards his cute little bottom and squeezing the firm globes of the bubble butt a little:”Aw, that’s sweet, son. I missed you too. But I can’t stop the fight against the sheriff now, can I? Maybe one day, you can join me and Little John in the resistance against the crown. But only if you train very hard, alright? I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my biggest and cutest fan.”

Skippy stops suckling Robin’s pec for a moment and peers up through the neck hole of the tunic at his hero, his mischievous eyes nearly invisible in the darkness underneath:”I’ll do my best, Robin! I have been training very hard! I can show you!”
The little bunny boy is enthusiastically masturbating the adult fox male without even realising it in his excitement, sliding the furry sheath up and down the hot fox cock as the reddish pink tip starts peeking out from the furry cover. Robin Hood has to suppress a deep moan in order to keep quiet, his eyes darting around the room at the other sleeping children as he subconsciously grinds his sticky tip against Skippy’s cute small tummy:”Ah. That… that would be nice, Skippy. Son. Maybe it’s a better idea if we’d go out for a walk towards the practice tree. We wouldn’t want our secret to be found out, right?”

It’s clear the bunny boy wouldn’t mind anyone to know that he is such good friends with his hero that they’re doing such fun and intimate stuff together, but even in his young mind he realises that it would be trouble for Robin so he simply nods:”Uhu. I got my bow under the bed, Robin. Sir. Imma show you what I can do!”
- “Attaboy.”
Their lips find each other as they share their first kiss of the night, hands big and small roaming over each other’s bodies as Robin and Skippy explore each other deeply in the taboo dance of intimacy between an adult and a cub. They grind their hips together, their tips peeking from their sheaths, big and small, as their penises too give each other loving little smooches.

Skippy then dresses in his simple blue tunic made of discarded old clothes and grabs his bow before Robin Hood and he climb out of the window. The red fox is walking a little awkwardly, trying his best to keep his erection covered by his own green tunic, which makes the little bunny boy giggle. The little exhibitionist doesn’t care about his own tiny bunny erection bouncing around freely in the open, proudly standing up from his equally tiny sheath and balls, causing Robin to growl and whimper in desire as he and Skippy steal an occasional kiss from each other on their way to their ‘secret’ spot.

True to their intent, Robin and Skippy set aside their bodily desires for now and the fox concentrates on evaluating the bunny boy’s skills since last he saw them. Skippy’s arm has become much steadier at holding the bow still, indicating he’s been dutifully practicing drawing back the bowstring several times a day like Robin had told him to do. Three out of four arrows find their mark at the centre of the tree’s bark, and even then only one finds itself flailing astray into the brush. The boy’s dedication is admirable to say the least. Skippy’s short stubby bunny tail darts back and forth excitably when Robin praises him highly for his improvement, the fox genuinely surprised at the boy’s progress:”Well done, Skippy, son! That’s better than some adults I’ve tried teaching! We’ll get that no-good sheriff and Prince John in no-time if you keep practicing.”

The seven-year-old is overjoyed and jumps back up into Robin Hood’s arms as they sit down at the base of the practice tree, Skippy nestling himself in the fox’ arm and on his lap:”I’ll make the sheriff pay for making my mommy cry!”
The two sit in the moonlight for a minute or two, just quietly enjoying each other’s company as they listen to the nightlife all around them. The bunny seems to be thinking deeply, though, and when his big eyes look up at Robin’s, the little boy finds nothing but a blissful smile on the fox’ face. Robin notices Skippy’s pensive expression and chuckles, rubbing the boy’s back:”What’s on your mind, son? Something wrong?”

Skippy collects his thoughts and then asks his hero the question:”How come you fight for us, Robin? Do you hate the sheriff and Prince John?”
Robin Hood clearly didn’t expect such a serious question from such a young boy, sighing in inwards anger at the fact that such a sweet child had to grow up so fast because of his dire circumstances:”Ah, well. Skippy, my sweet boy. I simply hate that powerful people can make those they’re supposed to care for suffer, just to enrich themselves. To give themselves more than they have any right to have.”

It is clear the bunny boy is expecting more, as Skippy keeps looking up at Robin Hood quietly, nuzzling into his chest and continuing to hug his hero tightly. The fox considers his words carefully and then whispers:”If you can keep it, I’ll tell you a little secret, son. But you’ll have to promise to never tell another living soul. Promise?”
Skippy nods his head profusely, squeezing the adult fox a little tighter as if to reassure him:”Not a living soul, Robin. Sir.”
Robin Hood starts telling the tale of his youth to the little cub. How once, he too was born of nobility. How his family was actually rather close with the royal family. But that when Robin offered a servant some food from the table and was caught, it had become a big mess. His family was severely punished for the insult to the royal family, and Robin had vowed to bring down the divide between commoners and nobility from that day on. His own family had disavowed him to prevent more harm to their name, and thus, here he was.

The little bunny boy processes the story as it is told and when Robin Hood finishes, Skippy just embraces his hero extra tightly. He doesn’t say anything, because despite being mature for his age out of necessity, he lacks the vocabulary skills to properly express his sympathy and feelings for the fox. Thus, he simply does so via the best way he knows how to, which is physical affection. Robin Hood doesn’t seem sad when telling the tale, but that’s probably due to the fact he’s had to live with his decision for so long. And because the gratitude of the people for his work mean a thousand times more to him than any concession from the crown or his family ever could.

Under the beautiful starry night sky, Skippy reaches up his lips and presses them to the fox’. Robin Hood smiles, blissful still, and his strong arms embrace the young boy a little tighter as well as he reciprocates the kiss. Their eyes are closed, adult and seven-year-old, as man and boy share a forbidden token of love. Here in their ‘secret’ spot, they needn’t fear judgement. They can console and comfort each other all they want. All they need.

Robin Hood’s large warm hands slide up underneath Skippy’s blue tunic, the little boy gasping into the fox’ mouth as their lips remain connected. The red fox’ digits explore the seven-year-old bunny boy’s slender body, nude underneath Skippy’s clothes, gently fondling the cub’s small sheath and balls before sliding up more to tease the nearly non-existent tiny nipples. Skippy faces his hero as he’s straddled across Robin’s lap, moaning into the adult’s mouth still as he grinds his young hips forwards into the fox’ hands. Robin’s tongue darts out and into Skippy’s mouth, the seven-year-old’s eyes fluttering and rolling back into his skull as he’s cradled by his hero’s grasp, his tiny young penis emerging from his sheath as the fox’ fingers eagerly welcome it out into the world. Gentle strokes along the slender feral bunny cocklet, enjoying the smooth silky skin. Bucks of childish hips, the drawing up of the cub’s tiny balls in their fuzzy sac. Hot breath washing over into each other’s muzzles as the two lap hungrily at each other’s lips, big and small.

The fox leans back against the tree until he slides down completely, drawing up his own tunic and Skippy’s before the two garments lie discarded at the side whilst their owners are as nude as the day they were born. The seven-year-old bunny boy still straddles Robin Hood’s hips, lying on top of his hero as the tiny cocklet pokes the red fox’ sheath excitedly, jumping up and down in youthful enthusiasm. Skippy’s lips and teeth pluck Robin’s nipples with vigour, causing the red fox to moan out shamefully under the moonlight as a seven-year-old boy is able to reduce him to such a blubbering mess. The small bunny seems to pick up on this and grins goofily, lightly biting one nipple and swirling his tiny warm tongue around the sensitive nub whilst pinching and rubbing the other with his small fingers.

As the two grind against each other, Skippy’s slender bunny penis dips down into Robin Hood’s sheath more than once, causing both large hidden cock and youthful tiny erection to be smushed together in the tight slick space. Now it’s Skippy’s turn to moan shamefully, eyes rolling back into his skull as his hips start bucking feverishly on their own. Robin has to steady the boy, seeing stars as he experiences the sensation of being sheath fucked for the very first time in his life so deeply, Skippy’s penis the ideal size to be entirely swallowed up by the warm slick pouch. Of course, his own growing erection soon pushes out the little boy and stands tall and firm between the two, the heat of it radiating through Skippy’s tummy fur as the overwhelmed boy spasms on top of Robin Hood:”R-Robin, sir. Ngh. My weenie… it tingles too much!”

Robin recognises that the poor seven-year-old is in the throes of a mind-shattering orgasm and holds the boy close, whispering sweet little words into Skippy’s ear as he reaches down to rhythmically squeeze and massage the cub’s penis in an effort to mitigate its magnitude:”Shh. It’s alright, son. If you were a little older you’d be squirting the stuff you love to drink so much from me. Don’t fight it, just let the waves take you away. I got you.”
Skippy’s body spasms wildly in Robin’s arms, the adult gently but firmly restraining the most erratic of movements as the bunny boy gives in and slowly starts to slow down. His cute little bunny penis is twitching madly in Robin’s hand, the fox’s rhythmic squeezing helping to channel the torrent of sensations into manageable little doses, Skippy melting away in his hero’s arms as finally he comes to rest with heaving little chest. His eyes are half-lidded and he looks up at the smiling Robin, meekly returning the gesture as his little nail remains standing firm:”That… that was…”

The red fox nods and hushes the boy. No words can describe the feelings of such a powerful orgasm at such a young age. He gently cradles and rocks the boy back and forth on his own body, his own erection trembling angrily with a held back climax as well, the fox trying his utter best not to let the night be over so quick. Robin’s lips find Skippy’s again and the adult male and underage boy exchange another kiss, a sweet and tender one this time around. Consoling the cub and reassuring him even further. His hero will help the boy understand these feelings in body and soul, one little step at a time. No rush.

As Skippy recovers, his tiny fingers dart down to Robin’s cock once more, but they bypass the shaft and instead slip inside the tight sheath which causes the adult male to gasp in blissful surprise. The sensitive bulbous flesh of his knot is encircled curiously by the little boy, the bunny observing how much pleasure such a simple touch gives his idol:”I don’t have this bit, Robin, sir. Is it a fox thing?”
Robin meekly nods and humps his hips into Skippy’s body, the boy still warmly and tightly embraced by the adult and feeling safe and warm as the fox mumbles:”It’s a fox thing, yeah. All canines have it. It’s meant to keep a cock inside the female during orgasm, so that no seed spills out. So that the woman can get pregnant. Bunnies don’t need that part so nature didn’t give it to them.”

Skippy seems a little disappointed as he squeezes Robin’s knot through his sheath, whilst retaining a finger or two slipped inside the warm slick sensitive sheath:”That’s too bad. I wanna feel what it’s like too.”
Robin chuckles and ruffles Skippy’s head fur as he too now reaches down and squeezes the bunny’s seven-year-old little hard penis in a gesture of mutual pleasure:”Mm. You kind of did when you fucked my sheath, son. Imagine those feelings, the ones where you were a little scared because they felt so good. Every male feels that good when they cum, knot or not. We canines just enjoy it a little longer than other species because of our knots locking us into our partners.”

Robin can feel his need rising as he explains to Skippy, the boy’s eagerness a stronger aphrodisiac than any snake oil could ever be, and the fox’ fingers gently start playing with the bunny’s tail hole:”Can I do that again, Skippy, son? Can I push my knot inside your cute little tummy and bum bum?”
Skippy starts blushing wildly once more as he grins at Robin, grabbing hold of the fox’ big canine penis with both hands now as he starts sliding his slick palms all over the length:”Uhu. Of course, Robin. Sir! Anything for my hero!”

The fox is about to change position, but is pleasantly surprised when Skippy turns around and hovers his cute cocklet and buttocks over Robin’s face whilst facing the adult’s cock himself:”Lemme just make your ween— cock a little more wet, Robin, sir.”
The seven-year-old boy suckles himself vacuum to the fox’ cock in one smooth movement down to the root, Robin gasping in delight as the many sessions together have made Skippy skilled beyond his years. The fox grabs the boy’s head and holds him firmly down to his crotch, his cock knot deep inside the cub’s throat as he grinds his balls into Skippy’s twitching bunny nose:”Mm, fuck. You’re so good at that, Skippy my boy! Such a good sweet boy.”

The child is holding his breath as Robin Hood starts gyrating his hips slowly and sensually, pressing and withdrawing his long feral fox cock up and down the seven-year-old’s throat carefully but urgently. Skippy closes his eyes as his nostrils are filled with his hero’s musk, especially each time his head is pressed down firmly into Robin’s pubes, knot, and balls. The bulbous knot is pressed firmly into Skippy’s lips, lightly grazed by the boy’s buck teeth but this only adds to Robin’s pleasure. Just an inch is all the fox allows to emerge from the bunny boy’s mouth as he throat fucks the seven-year-old cub slowly and methodically, savouring the sensation of such a forbidden and salacious act. It feels almost as good and tight as Skippy’s ass hole, which is dancing right above Robin’s face as he works his hips back and forth. The virginal pink hole is winking excitedly as its owner’s throat is being used like a sex toy right now, Skippy clearly enjoying it as by now he’s learned how to pace his breathing.

Robin Hood leans up, figuring he’d return the favour and prepare Skippy’s anus for what is to come whilst also rewarding the boy for doing such a good job pleasuring his hero. The red fox’s tongue snakes out and slithers around the rim of the cub’s tail hole, Skippy moaning out around Robin Hood’s slender fox cock in ecstasy before it invades the tight pucker. One hand keeps Skippy’s head firmly locked onto his cock whilst the other reaches up to steady the bunny boy’s hips, allowing Robin’s tongue to snake in deeper as his own nose is pushed into the base of Skippy’s short stubby bunny tail. The perverted adult male is positively frenching the cub’s tight anus whilst hunching his cock into Skippy’s mouth with need, invading and molesting the child from both ends at the same time as Robin feels his orgasm impending.

Reluctantly, the fox draws back his cock from Skippy’s mouth as well as his own muzzle from practically being pushed into the bunny’s body, Robin gasping for air. He nearly throws the boy into the grass of the open spot, the panting white-furred bunny boy looking surprised and slightly scared at Robin’s passion. The fox quickly puts him at ease by crawling over the beautiful boy bathing in the moonlight, raising the cub’s hips and placing the pointy tip of his canine cock right at the winking pucker. Their lips lock once more just in time as Skippy exhales a deep moan of pleasure when Robin smoothly slides his cock up inside the seven-year-old’s tail hole, the clenching sphincter eagerly massaging the fox’ length as it sinks to the knot in one smooth push.

Wet slapping and slurping sounds echo through the trees as the two lovers passionately fornicate in forbidden taboo sex. A bunny child of merely seven years old, impaled on the throbbing aching flesh of a much older adult male fox, completely willingly and trustingly as Skippy’s small hands grab hold of Robin’s fur wherever he can grasp, cooing and calling out his hero’s name in between the many many kisses. The red bulbous knot of the fox wetly smacks into the cub’s buttocks and tiny balls, making Skippy coo and melt away in Robin’s arms as he’s being taken on his back in the grass of the meadow. The weight of the panting male on top of him, the scent of his sweat and masculine musk. The heat radiating all over from him, especially his lips and groins, warming the bunny boy’s youthful insides. It is simply too much to bear and Skippy cries out as he experiences his second earth-shattering immature dry orgasm of the night, Robin’s name meekly uttered over and over:”Ah. Ngh. Robin. Robin. Ah! Robin!”

The chorus of Skippy’s song revering his name, the boy’s hero, and the instant vice grip of the boy’s anus in his immature orgasm cause Robin Hood’s senses to overload, the fox bearing down nearly all of his weight onto the cub as he clenches him in such a tight embrace that Skippy can draw breath no longer:”Skippy! Skippy!”
A geyser of hot vulpine semen spurts forth within the young boy’s innards, splashing wildly against the sensitive rhythmically clenching fleshy walls as space quickly runs out. The seven-year-old boy’s anal muscle as eagerly swallowed up the adult’s thick pulsing knot, which prevents the hot liquid from escaping and instead causes the boy’s tummy to slightly distend. Short powerful thrusts yank at their forbidden union, causing both to gasp and whimper in the pleasurable painful sensation of the lock, each in their own right as the soothing heat of Robin Hood’s sperm fills Skippy’s body and soul, bringing tears to the boy’s eyes as he hugs back his hero with all his might:”I love you, Robin! I love you!”

Slowly, the spurts die down to mere trickles every few seconds, the pulsing bulb continuing to lock the two together as finally Robin and Skippy can draw breath once more. The fox continues to grind rhythmically subconsciously inside the seven-year-old boy locked to his loins, feeling the cub’s cocklet twitch against his abs still as well as Robin cradles the child’s head tenderly. Sweat drips down from his fur onto Skippy’s, the boy’s eyes speaking of exhaustion and frightful overwhelming pleasure. Robin places his forehead to his young lover’s, allowing the both of them a moment of respite before placing a tender kiss onto Skippy’s forehead instead:”Love you too, son. You’re my special little boy.”

Skippy clutches himself to Robin Hood’s chest and stomach, nearly hanging from it like a baby chimp from its mother’s body as he doesn’t want to let go, still being filled lovingly by his hero’s seed as his tummy feels nice and warm and full:”Can… can we stay like this a little longer. Robin, sir? I don’t want tonight to end.”
The fox’ strong arm supports the little boy’s form as he draws Skippy up into himself, cradling him against his own body as they remain connected:”As long as you like, son. As long as you like.”