Story by Custos
(Original posting 27 November 2023 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 Birthday Saved

Poor little Skippy had been very distraught when the mean old sheriff of Nottingham took his present, a single farthing his dear mother and siblings had scrounged so hard to save for. His little heart had broken right on the spot, made worse by the fake sympathy the overweight grey wolf bestowed upon the newly seven-year-old rabbit boy afterwards. If it hadn’t been for the kind and valiant Robin Hood stepping in right after, gifting Skippy a bow and arrow and his hat, the light-furred rabbit boy would have truly had a miserable birthday.

Immediately after receiving his gifts, Skippy had run out of his house along with his little sister Tagalong, and a little later they were followed by their other sister Sis. The latter had grabbed their mutual friend along the way as well, a turtle boy named Toby Turtle, and the four of them had gathered in an open space near the pond close by their village.

Tagalong is always happy to tag along, hence her name, with any scheme her older siblings cooked up. Toby Turtle is just happy to be involved, being rather shy in nature. He thinks Skippy looks rather impressive wielding his bow and arrow, and sporting Robin Hood’s hat, even if the arrow is almost never hitting its mark on the tree. Skippy is clad in the only clothes he has, namely a long blue shirt for adults that might as well be a tunic for the small boy, whilst his sisters are very soberly dressed as well, especially tagalong since she’s the youngest. Toby doesn’t wear any clothes except for his glasses, his family too poor to afford both for him. He doesn’t stand out, however, as many children in the village either run around naked or nearly so, the townspeople wrung of every penny by that good-for-nothing sheriff.

“Watch this, Sis. I’m gonna shoot the sheriff right in his mean old belly!” cries Skippy happily as he raises the little bow and pulls the string, his little arms trembling before sending the arrow sailing into the bushes next to the tree trunk. Sis doesn’t look very impressed, scoffing, whilst Tagalong politely claps the overly long sleeves of her shirt-skirt together in naive ignorance that her brother actually missed his mark. Toby is already running forwards as he had been given the retrieval duty, when suddenly Robin Hood steps out of the bushes as he discards his beggar’s disguise:”Hello there, son. How are you liking your present?”

Skippy’s little rabbit nose twitches excitedly as he sees his hero appear for the second time today, leaning himself up to make himself as tall as possible, the oversized hat of the fox nearly blocking his eyes:”I’m shooting that mean old sheriff right in his belly, mister Robin Hood, sir! Next time he comes a-stealin’, he’s gonna get it!”
Any adult would have immediately reprimanded the boy for his reckless words, but Robin smiles as he recognises a younger version of himself in the seven-year-old rabbit boy, and he knows just how to steer such young impressionable minds away from foolish thoughts.
- “Is that so, young man? Well, then you’re going to have to be very fast as well, for the sheriff wouldn’t tolerate such behaviour at all. Why, he might even throw you and your whole family in jail. But that don’t scare you none. Right, son?”

The little boy suddenly feels his throat getting dry, trying to speak but stuttering:”O-oh. W-w-well, uhm…”
Robin hood, clever red fox as he is, picks up the boy just as Toby the turtle returns with the arrow. The green reptile boy gets an appreciative pat on the head for his efforts, when suddenly the rabbit mother calls for her children. The gathering turns around to face her, and when the mother sees Robin Hood holding her eldest, she smiles and gestures for the others to come:”Oh, Robin Hood. I didn’t know you were giving Skippy lessons. Do go on, and send him home when you’re done.”
She gestures towards Toby as well, Tagalong and Sis already marching towards their mom:”You too, Toby. Your mother wants you home for supper.”
Toby nods and waves along with the other children goodbye to Robin Hood and Skippy, the peace and quiet of the forest soon returning to the open clearing as the red fox and the rabbit cub are left alone.

Robin Hood immediately picks up where he left off, turning to the smiling seven-year-old in his arms as he gives the boy a little squeeze:”You know, son. Many people would love nothing more than for you to drive the sheriff out of town with your mighty bow and arrow. But, he’s a powerful man with allies, like king John, and you’ll need to train and gather your own allies to be able to stand up against them. So don’t go doing dumb things now. Just keep practicing and sooner rather than later, we’ll show the sheriff and king John what’s for, alright?”
Skippy nods and embraces Robin Hood’s neck, nuzzling his little muzzle against the fox’ cheek:”Yes, mister Robin Hood. I promise.”

The red fox chuckles, returning the adoring token of affection from his number one fan with a hug before letting the boy slide down again:”Ah, just call me Robin, son. Mister Robin Hood is my father.”
Skippy nods and picks up his bow and arrow, the hat on his head too large and sliding down over his nose before he corrects it:”Alright, mis-. Err, Robin. And I’m Skippy. If you please, sir.”
The seven-year-old rabbit boy tries to impress his hero by drawing his bow and sticking out his tongue as the arrow point starts wobbling all over the place, Skippy clearly lacking the arm strength to aim. Robin notices the boy’s dilemma, Skippy’s pride clearly preventing him from asking for help. The red fox kneels down behind the little boy and lays his arms around him, helping to steady the small weapon:”Ah. Now, Skippy. You’re going to have to train your arms to become stronger. Just pull the string back a few dozens times every morning, noon, and evening. Without an arrow, mind you, and you’ll be aiming much more steady in no time.”

Skippy’s little heart is beating faster, being embraced by his hero and given archery lessons to boot. It’s almost as if the boy can feel the red fox’ heartbeat increase as well, both of them briefly melding into one entity as they aim the arrow calmly before the sharp tip buries itself in the trunk of the target tree. Immediately, the little rabbit boy starts jumping up and down in joy:”Look, Robin! Look! I hit it! I hit it!”
Robin Hood is still kneeling on one knee, grinning widely as he nods and ruffles the cub’s head over his own hat:”Such a fast learner! You’re going to be a great archer when you grow up, just like me.”
Skippy is overcome with joy, leaning up and jumping into Robin’s arms again, hugging the fox’ chest tight as he presses himself into the older male. The scent of the forest and pure masculinity penetrates the little rabbit boy’s senses, Skippy rubbing his face into the exposed fur of Robin’s throat and chest. Robin Hood just holds the boy as he remains kneeling down, gently stroking Skippy over his back as he can feel wetness against his fur from the little one softly crying. It has been a very emotional day after all, and he can imagine that with his father gone, the boy is hankering for approval from a person he considers his role model.

Little hands go wandering, embracing Robin’s neck, little noses pressing small pecks in the fox’ fur. Robin Hood stands up now, holding the boy against his chest as Skippy gets his fill of physical contact, the fox just letting it happen when the seven-year-old rabbit’s fingers suddenly slide down to his chest and gently feel the adult’s pecs through the fabric of his tunic. For the fist time, Robin seems a little uncertain and he rocks Skippy up and down a little, his voice softer as he speaks:”Uhm. So, what are you doing there, son?”
Skippy’s little hands continues to gently feel up his hero’s chest and sides, detecting the bumps that are the fox’ nipples and softly massaging them through the cloth:”It’s alright, mist-, Robin. I want to thank you. For everything. The man next door likes it when I thank him like this. Don’t tell mum, though. She doesn’t know.”
The little boy’s eyes are still a little teary-eyed as he looks up at Robin. They speak of genuine admiration and gratitude for his hero, but the boy can feel Robin’s hesitance:”If… if this is alright with you, sir? Robin?”

For the first time during this whole encounter, the red fox becomes very aware of his surroundings, looking around as he too now seems a bit nervous:”Ah. Well, Skippy. You’re a kit and I’m an old man. Are you certain this is something you want? You don’t have to, you know. And I hope your neighbour doesn’t force you either.”
Immediately the little boy wipes away the remainder of the tears in his eyes with the back of his paw before pulling himself tightly against Robin’s chest again, pressing little pecks along the fox’ neck fur:”Oh, no! No, Robin, sir. I want to. And I offered the man next door. I saw mom doing it to him too when she thought we were asleep. To thank him for when he buys us food. I wanted to thank him too. Make sure he keeps taking good care of my mom and brothers and sisters.”

Robin can’t deny that the boy’s proximity and eagerness are getting to him, his body’s physical reaction unable to lie whereas his words might have, the front of his green tunic rising as the pink tip of his feral canine penis is emerging from his sheath:”Ah, well. I suppose… I suppose if you want to…”
The fox’ stream of words is cut off when the seven-year-old boy grins up at him and leans in, pressing his little rabbit muzzle against Robin Hood’s vulpine one, their lips finding each other. The kiss is sweet and childishly innocent at first, but then gradually evolves into a more adult one when Skippy slips his pink little tongue out and starts licking the rim of Robin’s lips. Eyes close and muzzles slowly open, the strong adult tongue tentatively sought out by the eager and clumsily small one, then gently coaxed into a sweet loving dance.

By now, Robin’s tunic has fallen back against his lower stomach, pushed aside by his erection as the feral canine member throbs out in the open for anyone to see whom would peep on this intimate scene in the middle of the woods by the peaceful pond. The fox too can feel the little boy’s excitement press into him, the heat of the emerged little cocklet radiating through the fabric of his clothes. The two are still kissing ever so sweetly and carefully, Robing trying to avoid hurting Skippy with his sharp canines whilst the little boy tongues the adult male with the enthusiasm only a prepubescent boy allowed to be naughty can muster. Slowly, Skippy slides down a little against Robin’s chest, his bare little buttocks soon seated comfortably on the adult male’s warm pulsing rod. Robin’s red cock nestled snuggly in between the little boy’s cheeks like a sausage in a bun.

Skippy breaks the kiss for the first time, taking a deep breath as his little chest heaves with immature pleasure, his eyes half-lidded as he realises his back has come to rest against the bark of the tree he used for target practice. The seven-year-old rabbit boy effectively pinned between the bark and Robin’s chest, seated comfortably on the hot pulsing rod jutting out from the adult red fox’ loins as it spritzes precum all over the tree beneath the child:”R-Robin, sir. Usually the man next door sticks his weenie inside my bum. But first I need to make it slick by sucking on it. Like my little brothers and sisters do at my momma’s breasts. Can I suck you too, please? I-I really want to suck your weenie. You’re my hero. Robin, sir.”

Now it’s Robin Hood’s turn to be speechless, feeling a lump in his throat as he simply croaks a whispered ‘yes’ as he nods before gently letting Skippy slide down his stomach. The fox’ penis is pressed down between the boy’s legs and slides against the bunny’s own feral penis sticking from his little sheath like a pink tiny pencil tip before bouncing back up after being released. Skippy giggles as his nose is bumped by the wet sticky kiss that the fox’ red feral cock tip leaves behind, his little fingers grasping the warm slick length without any sign of doubt or second thoughts, pumping his little fist up and down the shaft briefly:”Gosh, mister Robin. Your weenie is very hard. And sticky. And bigger than the man’s next door!”
Robin’s chest swells a little in pride as his cock is being admired by the seven-year-old rabbit boy, and handled with such reverence by the cub. He gently rubs the back of the boy’s neck and steadies him as he points the tip of his pointy doggy cock straight at Skippy’s mouth:”That’s because you’re such a nice good boy, Skippy. Such a good birthday boy. And when you’re alone doing naughty things with someone like now, you may call weenies cocks or dicks. Those are the more fun adult words for weenies, when doing naughty stuff. Understand?”

Skippy giggles and nods, gently holding the bobbing length of Robin Hood’s proud spear in his little paws as he gives it a few explorative licks:”Uhu. Alright, Robin, sir. I’m gonna suck your wee-, cock, now. So you can stick it in my bum. Is that alright? Robin, sir?”
Robin Hood just smiles down and instead of answering verbally just draws the boy closer to his cock gently behind his neck, his reddish pink length not the biggest but very respectable nonetheless, the excited member spritzing precum all over the eager rabbit boy’s face and tiny tongue before Skippy’s lips close around the warm slick girth. It is immediately clear that this isn’t the first time the seven-year-old light-furred rabbit cub has sucked cock, his lips expertly sucking themselves vacuum around Robin’s length and shielding the sensitive flesh from his lapin teeth.

Robin Hood moans out as he now seeks support from the tree by leaning against it, the arrow that was shot into it popping off and laying in the grass forgotten for the moment. His green tunic is raised up around the base of his penis, Skippy’s head barely higher than his groin as the rabbit child’s mouth is at the perfect height to give the red fox fellatio. Skippy seems intent and eager on showing his childhood hero everything he’s learned from the man next door, using his little paws to massage this big white furry balls of the fox as well as massage the knot still inside the sheath, using his tiny index finger to dip in between the furry cover and Robin’s shaft and trace all around his girth inside. His throat is surprisingly adept at massaging and milking Robin’s length, his small tongue exploring every nook and cranny of the deliciously masculine feral canine penis. Robin can’t control his hips, holding the boy’s head as he hunches into Skippy’s muzzle with urgent need, his knot swelling inside his sheath with near-painful need.

Even now, Skippy knows what to do, the seven-year-old grasping Robin’s swollen sheath and gently but firmly sliding the cover down, causing the reddish pink bulbous knot to emerge from its confines, making the red fox yip in painful pleasure. Robin is moaning loudly after first trying to be quiet, but soon driven wild enough with lust to throw care into the wind. He’s practically dancing in place, gyrating his hips into Skippy’s muzzle, making the little birthday boy’s lips place little smooches against the sensitive bulbous flesh of his exposed knot. The adult male red fox yips and cries out in ecstasy, all the time wondering where Skippy had been all those lonely nights at camp in the woods when he really could have used a mouth with such skilful talent.

Robin then suddenly withdraws his cock rather abruptly from Skippy’s throat, the little boy looking a little confused and seemingly afraid his childhood hero has changed his mind. One glance at Robin Hood’s lustful face puts the boy at ease however, as the fox simply grunts:”Still want my cock? Skippy, my boy?”
Skippy nods enthusiastically and squeals out as he’s suddenly picked up and placed against the tree himself now, face pressed into the bark. The little boy starts squealing even louder and more lustfully himself when Robin’s hot slimy tongue then snakes its way underneath the rabbit’s tail hole, eagerly preparing the cub’s anus for what is to come.

Skippy is holding on to the tree for dear life, grinding himself against it and nearly climbing it in bliss as his childhood hero’s long prehensile tongue slips deeply inside of his warm body, exploring and lubricating every sensitive nook and cranny. The bunny’s hind leg starts stomping against the trunk rapidly in delight, Robin having to restrain the boy as Skippy would otherwise writhe out of his grasp and all over the place. Deep and methodical slow licks of the bunny cub’s anus, growing ever more slick, Robin salivating almost nearly as much as his throbbing cock oozes precum all over the grass below. His fingers explore Skippy’s smooth tummy and loins, finding the delightfully cute and small bunny penis and giving it wonderful little tugs as well as gentle squeezes to the tiny balls below. One day this boy would become such a stud of a man, and Robin is secretly hoping that he may enjoy Skippy’s body for the whole journey.

Then, deciding he can’t take it anymore, Robin nearly throws Skippy up in the air. The boy is surprised and cries out in delight, the two of them face-to-face again as Skippy’s back is pressed into the target practice tree, tightly embraced by the red fox male as he reaches underneath them and places the slender pointy tip of his doggy cock in between the wet buns of the child. Robin looks Skippy deeply into the eyes, panting like a beast trying to restrain himself:”Y-you want to, right? If not, I can still stop, son.”
A wide grin is Robin’s answer, Skippy pressing his bottom down firmly whilst nestling his muzzle in the adult fox’ neck:”Uhu, I really want to. Robin, sir. Please.”

The seven-year-old bunny boy hisses his plea as Robin already starts feeding the prepubescent child’s developing body his length, first the easy entry by the pointy tip and then smoothly inch by inch the rest of that incredibly hot feral canine fox cock. Skippy cries out, feeling the pleasure of the first half of the shaft and then the minor discomfort of the thicker girth of the second half stretch him, just like with the neighbour’s penis. The rabbit boy is hanging on for dear life, embracing Robin’s neck with his small arms and clutching his waist with his little legs, whilst the red fox himself has both hands firmly on the tree trunk behind the cub, needing all of its support to hunch into the tight little hole with wild reckless abandon. The red fox’ tail sways from side to side and up and down, as his dance resumes, this time in a deep lustful union between man and child.

Robin’s white furry balls slap wetly against Skippy’s cute little buns, his red length obscenely emerging and sliding back inside the small child’s anus, right up to the bouncing kiss of the fox’ red hot knot. Skippy has to hold himself up completely on his own, aided by the tree pressed into his back, his small tongue lolling out as his eyes are watering from the powerful sensations wrecking his young childish body:”Ah! Ah! Robin! Sir! Ah. P-Please. Make. Cummies. In. My. Tummy! You-. You-. You’re my hero!”
Hearing the child’s adoring encouraging words, whilst having an adult male’s cock deeply inside his bowels, no less, Robin has to grit his teeth to try and prolong the wonderful bubbling rising from his balls. God, the boy is so tight. So willing. So eager. So eager for his childhood idol. He’s not gonna disappoint him! He’s going to give Skippy everything he’s asking for, and then some.

Teeth are clenching, sweat is pearling from his brow. Robin’s body is nearly crushing the little boy against the tree, Skippy crying out for his idol’s seed inside his little tummy, long having learned that a man’s seed is an expression of gratitude and affection. One. Two… Three. With one last powerful thrust, Robin howls out together with Skippy. His knot is pressed firmly to the youthful flesh of the seven-year-old’s anal ring, the tiny muscle stretching and relenting as finally the girthy ball of red hot muscle is allowed entrance, sinking deeply into the young cub’s tight firm ass. And then, the explosion of warmth. A torrent of volcanically hot fox seed, rushing up inside the little boy’s body as his whole being radiates with a dry orgasm.

Robin holds the seven-year-old tight as his cock pulses, spurting jet after jet of fox semen deeply into the rabbit child’s tummy, the cub spasming in his arms as Skippy is in the throes of his own powerful orgasm. The most wonderful one he’s ever had, thousands of times better than with the neighbour. For his childhood idol has given this one to him, on his birthday. His most cherished birthday present. A tummy full of his hero’s love.

Slowly, the adult male is coming down from his high, his hand sliding down the tree’s bark as he slowly lowers to his knees, still firmly connected to the rabbit child via his throbbing loins:”Ah. Ah. S-Skippy. You. You alright, son?”
The little rabbit boy is still clawing at Robin, firmly clamped around his waist and neck, grinding his own little body up and down shallowly, gently pulling at the fox’ thick knot stretching him beyond belief:”Uhu. A-aye. Robin, sir. T-thank you.”
Robin Hood turns the two of them to the side against the tree, collapsing with the boy on his lap, his cock still wonderfully tightly connected to the warm velvety insides of the child:”Y-you’re very welcome. My boy. Such a stud. Already.”

Skippy’s exhausted face beams with pride, the boy nuzzling into Robin’s chest as he pushes the fabric down with his little rabbit nose. He finds the fox’ nipple and latches on immediately, nursing from the sensitive nub as he still feels the thick hot bulb inside him pulse, filling him with paternal love. Robin Hood can feel himself start to slide away, dozing off, making himself comfortable as the boy suckles his manly teat:”So. Skippy. This is our little secret. Alright. Just between us men. Women wouldn’t understand. Right?”
Skippy nods, snoozing already, suckling away at Robin Hood’s nipple whilst his tight clenching buns suckle away at the still spurting cock and knot:”Uhu. I’m a big boy. Our secret. Can we do it again? Robin, sir?”
Robin nuzzles the head of the boy as he starts to fall asleep for a quick post-coital nap:”Mhm. If you want to, son. Aye. Anytime.”