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Dressed in his cubscout uniform, and holding his last boxes of cookies, he fixed his sash carrying his badges and set out to the house.\n\nThere was a rumor about this particular house amongst the bunny’s scouting friends. The cubs said that a weird bear lived in that house. That he did strange and evil things to the poor cubs who dared to knock on his door. And that anyone who entered his dominion never left out being the same. \n\nBut Fritz wasn’t scared of those silly tales! He was a big boy; about to turn eleven next week. He would prove to his friends that bunnies like him could be as brave as anyone else, and he would earn his badge for being the best cookie seller in his group. Thing is, he had already sold cookies to nearly everyone in the neighborhood, and thus he had no other choice but to try his luck with the only house that he, and no one else, had dared to try. \n\nCrossing the empty, quiet street, the light-furred bunny soon went to the front of the house. After a deep breath to calm his nerves and remind himself that all those stories torturing his head were just silly rumors, he knocked on the door with a little fuzzy fist the color of vanilla ice cream. \n\nHe waited for the door to open. \nOne minute passed.\nTwo minutes.\n\nThe cream-colored bun shifted on his long feet. Maybe they just didn’t hear his knocking? Maybe it’d be better to try another day?\n\nNo. He did not have any other days. He had to show he had sold all his cookies by tomorrow morning or his badge would go to someone else. Probably to that young labrador pup, Timothy Stevens. He always managed to get people to buy with his big cute puppy eyes, that fucking asshole. \n\nWith some hesitation, Fritz knocked on the door again, and this time it opened nearly immediately.\nThe male bear on the other side had to be in his late 30s or early 40s at most, in roughly the same age range as Fritz’s father. He wore a dark T-shirt that bulged noticeably along his nascent beer belly, beige shorts with oversized pockets, and leather sandals that could barely contain his enormous foot paws. The bear raised an eye in mild surprise at the sight of a cubscout standing in front of his door.\n\n“Oh,” he rumbled in a deep baritone. “A young visitor. What a nice surprise.”\n\nFritz couldn’t hide the nervousness shown in his wide green eyes and rigid long ears. The tenant of the house [i]was[/i] a bear. Maybe there was some truth in those rumors after all? \n\nHe shook the possibility out of his head. \n\n“Hello sir.” Fritz used his best and cutest please-buy-my-cookies face. “I was wondering if you’d like to buy some cubscout cookies this afternoon. 50% of the profits will go to a good cause!” He smiled, showing off his pearly-white rabbit teeth.\n\n“Hmmm…” the bear hummed thoughtfully. “Sure. Why not? You seem like a good lil’ fella.” He stuck a paw inside of his short’s pocket. Fritz celebrated mentally. \n\n“How many do you want, sir?”\n\n“Oh, just one box, if that’s okay.”\n\n“Ehh…” Fritz’ smile trembled. “Well, s-sir, eh, you see… I was kinda hoping you’d buy at least three.”\nThe bear raised an eyebrow and pulled his empty paw out of his pocket. “Why?”\n\nThe bunny shifted on his feet again. “I have to meet a goal. It’s… important.” \n\n“Oh, okay. Sure. Thing is, I left all my cash inside.” The adult looked back at his living room. “Mind if I go back and look for it?”\n\n“Oh, of course not! No problem!” chirped the bunny.\n\nThe bear turned around and started walking back inside, shuffling on his large paws. He looked back at Fritz. “Feel free to come in.”\n\n“Oh, erm…” The cub fretted.\n\n“I insist. Please, come in.” His tone was commanding without being menacing.\n\nFritz reasoned: [i]He seems like a good person.[/i] And stepped into the bear’s den. With the bear’s back turned to him, the bunny couldn’t see the adult grin. \n\nIn front of the cub was a simple, old-fashioned living room. A large couch with some embroidery draped over it overlooked at an analog TV and a small kitchen with a countertop bar. In the middle of the space, right between the TV and couch, was a circular wooden tabled, also draped in embroidery and holding a few empty beer bottles and a remote control. Behind the living room was a short hall with two doors to the sides and one to the very back. Fritz guesses accurately that those were the living room, restroom, and back door respectively. \n\nThe bear picked the wallet on the countertop kitchen and pulled out some cash. He looked at Fritz. “What’s your name, lil’ fella?”\n\n“Fritz.” The kid replied instantly. Still a bit nervous, he needed a moment before asking: “And yours?”\n\n“I’m Malcom.”\n\n“Oh. Cool.” The bunny managed a little courteous smile. Malcolm smiled back. \n\n“So, how much for three boxes, lil’ Fritz?”\n\n“That’d be 19 and 50 cents, sir.”\n\n“Oh.” Malcolm seemed surprised. Nonetheless, he pulled out a bill for twenty out of his wallet and went over to Fritz. \n\nFritz beamed and put the three cookie boxes on the table. “Thanks a lot, sir!”\n\n“Don’t worry lil’ fella. By the way, feel free to call me Malcolm.”\n\n“Hehe, alright. Thanks, mister Malcolm.”\n\nThe bear smiled and handed to bill over to the bunny, who quickly stuffed it in his own pocket. “Keep the change. I’d love to sit down and talk for a bit, lil’ Fritz. Are you in a hurry?”\n\nThe request surprised Fritz. No buyer had ever asked him to talk. Then again, he wasn’t in a hurry to sell anything—not anymore. And that kind bear had bought his last boxes. He had basically given him that precious badge. The least he could do was entertain him for a while. So, the bunny confidently replied: “Nope.”\n\n“That’s great. Let’s get to the couch.”\n\nMalcolm passed the table and plopped down on the soft fabric, motioning Fritz to do the same. The bunny felt something weird about sitting so close to a stranger with no one else around. Then again, there were no other places to sit on, so the bunny did as told and sat next to the much-larger bear. Malcolm seemed pleased. \n\n“So, tell me about yourself, lil’ Fritz.”\n\n“Well…” Fritz mused. “Uh, I’m almost eleven. And I am a cubscout.”\n\nMalcolm smiled affably. “I can see that, silly.” Fritz giggled in return. “What about your family?”\n\n“I live alone with my mamma.” \n\n“Oh. Does she stay at home to look out for you?”\n\n“No. She works until late, actually.” \n\n“Oh really?” Malcolm stretched his burly arm behind Fritz. “So, you can stay here for a long while, can’t you?”\n\nFritz looked back, surprised. “I’m not sure…”\n\n“Yes, you can.” Malcolm smiled, wrapped his arm around the cub’s shoulders, and pulled him close against his wide sides. Fritz needed a moment to realize what was happening. Immediately he tried to pull away, grasping at the bear’s pudgy belly, his shirt, the couch; anything to get away. Malcolm responded by grabbing the bunny by the back of his head with one handpaw and by his slim torso with the other, and pulling his face tight against his musky armpit. Fritz yelling got muffled against the warm, moist fabric; its pungent scent flooded his sensitive nostrils with each panicked breath, to the point where he could taste it in his mouth. He flailed more and tried harder to scream.\n\n“Shhhh… it’s okay,” Malcolm cooed. “It’s okay, lil’ fella. I know it’s scary at first. But soon you will feel much better.”\n\nFritz barely registered his words. He resisted uselessly against the forced embrace, kicking and twisting and flailing. But the bear’s strong, thick arms felt hard and solid as tree trunks. All the bunny could get out were muffled yelps. “Mmpph! Mm! Ngh! Nnnmh!”\n\n“Shhh… Just keep breathing in and out.” Malcolm’s grip grew stronger, but never to the point of pain.\nFritz had no choice. With his snout trapped against the sweaty shirt, each breath was filled with concentrated bear musk. It filled his nasal cavities and airways with its heady, heavy stench. He had to get away. He had to! That smell… It was… It was…\n\nNot that bad…\n\nThe bunny’s arms got heavier. His struggling grew more sluggish; his movements slowed down gradually. His legs moved back and forth as if trapped in a thick fluid. His screaming quieted. “Mmm… Nnngh… Mnn…”\n\nMalcolm smiled. “That’s it, lil’ Fritz. Let that smell fill your head. Let it drown out all those nasty little worries from that pretty head of yours.”\n\nFritz shook his had against the fabric. [i]No! No! I have to get away! I have to… get away… I have to…[/i] What did he have to do again? The bunny couldn’t think. His brain was getting flooded with Malcolm’s powerful male scent that made thinking so, so hard. He knew there was something wrong. He had to do something. Something… Something…\n\nHis little arms fell limply by his sides. His whole body felt so lazy and heavy, so wonderfully lethargic. He hadn’t noticed, but his breathing had gone from shallow and panicked to deep and relaxed. The boy started huffing in more of that male musk, filling his lungs with it. His green eyes grew half lidded and hazy.\nMalcolm relaxed his grip and gently petted the boy’s head. “That’s right,” he whispered softly. “That’s a good little \nboy. Deep breaths now. In… Out… In… Out…”\n\nFritz’ body obeyed Malcolm without him noticing. He started breathing deeply in sync to the bear’s words. In… Out… In… Out… His panic nearly forgotten, the boy curled up closer to the bear’s soft body, closer to the source of that smell. Every time he breathed out, he released a soft little cubbish moan. \n\n“Yes, lil’ Fritz. That’s it. Just keep breathing from daddy’s armpit. You like that smell, don’t you?”\n\nThe bunny could barely think. All he could do was keep breathing in. \n\n“Yes, you do.” Malcolm’s shorts showed a growing bulge as he led the child deeper into that smelly trance. “Feel’s good.”\n\nAfter a bit, Fritz slurred out, “Feel… Good…”\n\n“That’s right. That’s a good boy.” The bear shifted on the couch. His shorts tented lewdly and showed the outline of his massive rod, growing harder and bigger with each passing second \n\nFor a while they both stayed together, Malcolm holding Fritz close for a couple of minutes letting the child sink deeper and deeper into the smell that was overpowering all his senses. Then Malcolm shifted and gently pulled himself away from the boy. “Let’s make you feel even better, lil’ fella.” \n\nFritz nearly slumped down on the couch without the older male’s support. His body, resting against the backrest, felt limp and weak and relaxed. The rabbit followed the bear’s movements with hazy, half-lidded eyes. Malcolm, smiling eagerly, took off his dark T-shirt. He had a bear’s body in every way: thick, broad sides, loaded with fat and muscle; large round pectorals over a well-defined muscle gut covered in thick brown fur. \n\nFor a while, the sight didn’t register in Fritz’ hazy mind. The musk-drugged boy simply stared out inexpressively at the shirtless man. But slowly, as the bear went back to him and started to gently pull off his cubscout sash, a little bit of awareness returned to his body, prompted by the fresh air he was breathing again. He groaned slightly, head lolling, as he felt the adult’s heavy breathing and his eager handpaws undoing his buttons. Something inside the boy screamed that this wasn’t right. \n\n“S…Ssss…” he murmured, head still moving around drunkenly. \n\nStill undoing the buttons, Malcolm looked at the kid. “Yes?”\n\n“Ssst…op…” Fritz breathed out. \n\n“Oh.” The adult looked surprised. “Still got a bit of fight in you, eh, lil’ buddy? That’s okay. We’ll change that right away.” He undid the last button and pulled open the green shirt, exposing the boy’s supple and slender frame, hugged by creamy fur that showcased the slight bumps of his ribs. His erect pink nipples stood out of his chest like cherries on vanilla ice cream. Malcolm huffed at the sight and his dick spurted out a thick drop of pre in his pants. \n\nFritz’ wriggled slightly again, even as he was pulled back into the bear’s naked pits. “Sss…top…st..op…ssst…mmmmm…” His muzzle was pressed into the thick, sweat-drenched hair. Without a layer of clothing to dampen the smell, he was exposed to its full glory, and whatever resistance he had managed to muster instantly fizzled out with the heady masculine scent all over his face. He gasped out a fluttery breath as his little body dropped further into the smelly trap. \n\nMalcolm grinned and gently petted the bunny’s ears; the boy murmured gently in return. “It’s been a while since I had a cute boy like you come to my humble abode, lil’ Fritz,” he said gently. “I haven’t had a chance to break a cub like you into my dumb lil’ muskslut in a while. What do you say about that, huh?”\n\nFritz didn’t say anything, of course, and Malcolm knew he wouldn’t. He fell deeper than ever before to the charms of Malcolm’s entrancing scent. The bear’s masculine pheromones, which had already taken over most of his body, turning it limp and relaxed against his will, slowly did the same to his mind. Already dazed with the smell’s effect, that thick musk kept pouring into his nasal cavities every time his bunny muzzle, buried in Malcolm’s armpits, drew in another breath. He had completely forgotten his partial nakedness, and even if he were aware of it, he wouldn’t care; the musky, sweaty air seemed to filter right into his brain and smother the boy’s mind in unknown pleasures. Those powerful pheromones awakened new, strange and exciting feelings, whilst making him forget about his fear and apprehension and even the reason he was here. His gentle, fluttery moans returned on every exhale, his long ears limp and low and relaxed, his shirtless body turned into putty. \n\n“Remember, lil’ Fritz: In… Out… In… Out…” Once more, the bunny copied the slow, deep breathing rhythm, furthering his corruption. His body felt warmer and warmer with each lungful of air. “You told me you liked my smell, didn’t you?”\n\nFritz couldn’t even muster the mental strength to think of an answer; he just kept breathing in the addictive musk. \nMalcolm chuckled and started caressing his dick through his shorts; breaking his boys was the best part of it all. \n“Yes, you did. Silly boy. You’re thinking too much. All you have to do is say ‘yes’ to all my questions. Do you understand?”\n\nWith all his self-preservation and capacity for questioning drowned out in his musky haze, Fritz just mumbled sleepily: “…yes…”\n\n“Good boy. Are you addicted to my smell?”\n\n“…mm…yes…”\n\n“Call me daddy, lil’ Fritz.”\n\n“…y-yes, daddy.” The boy moaned out the last word. It felt… good. If felt right.\n\n“Keep smelling and breathing in and out… yes, that’s right. Daddy’s pits smell so good. Don’t you just want to burry your muzzle in then and huff in all that musky smell?”\n\n“Mmm… yes,” murmured Fritz urgently. “Yes!” And he did just that: press his whole face into his daddy’s sweaty armpits to huff in more of that addictive musk.\n\n“Gooood boy,” Malcolm was getting more and more worked up; he stuck a handpaw under his pants and teased his leaking cock. “Do you want to lick daddy’s pits?”\n\n“Y-yes, daddy…” The boy stuck his little pink tongue out and savored the salty, tangy sweat, finding it absolutely exquisite in his delirious state. \n\n“Keep licking, you dirty lil’ pithuffer. I’m gonna turn you into daddy’s obedient muskslut.”\n\nThe bunny kept worshipping Malcolm’s pit, huffing, licking, tasting and smelling his masculinity and unknowingly imprinting his ownership over him in his drugged brain. His body, reacting to the overdose of pheromones, felt warmer and warmer, strangely needy, and his little boycock slowly hardened in his khaki pants. \nMalcolm noticed this and licked his chips in satisfaction. “Ooh. Is my lil’ muskslut getting hard from licking daddy’s pits?”\n\nFritz murmured shakily: “Y-yes…”\n\n“Is my dirty lil’ pithuffer getting hornier and hornier for daddy’s smell?”\n\n“Yes!” The bunny answered with surprising clarity, “Y-yes, daddy,” and wriggled his hips urgently to somehow satisfy the need coming from his young cock. \n\n“Mmm… Good…” Malcolm suddenly grabbed Fritz by the ears and yanked him away from his armpit. The boy whined, not in pain, but in complaint; he immediately tried to push his face back into the bear’s pit, to satisfy his new addiction for male musk. \n\nGrinning in triumph, Malcolm teasingly asked: “Does my muskslut want to go back to worshipping daddy’s pits.”\n\n“Yes! Yes, please daddy!” Fritz whined, nodding anxiously. \n\n“Hmmm… Okay. But first, come here and let daddy give you a big kiss.”\n\nThe bunny didn’t hesitate; he all but threw himself at Malcolm, pressing himself against his daddy to breathe in just a few particles of his scent. But Malcolm barely gave him a chance, before taking Fritz’ fluffy cheeks in his bear paws and pressing his lips against his much smaller muzzle. Initially surprised by the bear’s need, the horny bun quickly gave into the kiss and allowed the older male to roam his muzzle with his tongue. Malcolm took the chance to kneed and feel the boy’s soft buttcheeks through his pants and caress his twitching tail, before pushing down those khaki pants, still making out with the boy. Thoroughly taken over by the bear’s musk and his own young lust, Fritz didn’t object; if anything, he sucked more on his daddy’s tongue, and moaned louder with each rough kneading of his soft, naked ass. His own little cock sprang out eagerly as he was stripped naked, its glistening pink glans contrasting delightfully against his creamy fur. \n\nMalcolm broke the kiss and took in the gorgeous sight of the naked, dazed bunnyboy panting and drooling against his body. The kid, lost in a stupor or lust and male pheromones, barely realized what he was doing. He just knew he wanted more. \n\nThe bear, too, was losing what little control he had left. Dominated by his need, he pulled down his strained shorts and revealed his thick, veiny cock, throbbing and drooling generous drops of pre. Before Fritz could marvel at the impressive member, Malcolm shoved his face into his crotch, his muzzle resting against the bear’s massive, virile balls.\n\nThe bunny didn’t need any encouragement; his newly-awakened musk addiction forced him to breathe in the intoxicating, mind-numbing aroma of Malcolm’s balls. Fritz shuddered and moaned at the new, intriguing smell that kindled his lust to new extremes. Malcolm gladly let the bunny indulge himself as he petted his head and pushed him deeper unto his crotch.\n\n“Breathe in daddy’s smell, muskslut,” commanded the bear. “Breathe it in good.”\n\n“Mmm… mhmmm…” The bunny did little else than moan and breathe in as told, nuzzling his face against the furry pouch and thoroughly coating himself in his daddy’s smell. Being on his knees with his head down into the bear’s crotch, his ass was perfectly raised at Malcolm’s right side. The bear licked his dark lips and his heart leapt at the sight. Fritz’ little pink pucker was barely visible in the cleft between his two fuzzy, round buttocks, which moved and jiggled with the bunny’s needy squirming. \n\nMalcolm [i]needed[/i] to play with that ass. He thoroughly licked his right handpaw whilst petting Fritz’ head with his left, until his digits oozed with saliva. “Relax, lil’ Fritz,” he cooed at the panting bun, his face still buried against his balls, as he carefully brought a lubed finger against the boy’s hole.\n\nFritz froze at the strange feeling of that large finger prodding against his smooth pink ring, and whimpered slightly when it started to slowly push its way into him. His body tensed up in stress and uncertainty at the slight burning sensation and he groaned in protest.\n\n“Shhh… relax, lil’ Fritz,” Malcolm whispered tenderly, stroking the boy’s long ears. “Just breathe in and relax… Daddy will make you feel so good…”\n\nFritz muttered a muffled “Yes…” and let himself be carried off into that soft, wonderful musky haze again. With each trembling, dreamy soft breath, his ass and body and mind relaxed further and further. Malcolm’s finger in his ass started to feel… weird. The previous burn morphed into a weird, tingly pressure against his nerves. \n\n“Good boy,” Malcolm huffed, pressing his finger all the way in. Fritz murred at the unknown, exciting feeling. \n“Now I want you to suck on daddy’s cock like the good boy you are.”\n\nThe bunny reluctantly pulled his face away from Malcolm’s balls. With dreamy eyes, he licked his way up the bear’s massive shaft to the pre-covered glans. Then he looked back at Malcolm with the slightest bit of confusion.\n\nRealizing this, Malcolm said, “Suck it like a lollypop. You will love the taste.”\n\nThe dazed bun needed some effort to coordinate his weakened muscles, and his legs tingled from the finger in his ass, but he would not disobey his daddy. He opened his muzzle wide and put Malcolm’s big red glans in his young mouth; it barely fit.\n\nHissing in pleasure, Malcolm threw back his head. Fritz started suckling clumsily at the adult’s cock like a piece of really big, really hard, really slimy candy. “Yess… yess lil’ Fritz…” Now moaning himself, the bear explored Fritz’ ass with his finger, prodding and tickling at its sensitive walls until he found that little fleshy nub he was looking for. He pressed against it and the boy felt an electric tingle go through his spine and he released a high-pitched moan.\n\nThe bear grinned and kept teasing the boy’s prostate as the latter suckled on the dick in his mouth. Both males soon found a working rhythm. Malcolm’s left hand pushed Fritz’ head up and down slightly, using his soft little mouth like a fleshlight, while his right hand fingered his tender ass. Fritz, meanwhile, allowed himself to be used, thoroughly enjoying the rich, salty pre in his mouth, whilst huffing in Malcolm’s musk smeared all over his nose and face. His little body was rocked with strange, electrifying pleasure every time his daddy pushed and caressed that spot in his ass. His drool flowed down Malcolm’s dick and his muffled moans filled the quiet house. \n\nAfter a few minutes, the boy’s ass felt slick with his juices, and his young cock throbbed with every delightful touch against his prostate. Huffing and grunting, Malcolm started thrusting gently in the boy’s mouth, always mindful not to hurt him despite the burning need in his loins. The bear’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open and panting as he felt his cock getting even harder and throbbing, and his seed travelling up his rod.\n\n“Fuck…” he murmured, not wanting this to end. But seeing that beautiful bunny boy sucking on his dick and moaning like a little slut as he fingered his ass was too much. “I’m… Oh, Fritz… [i]Yesssssss… YES! Yes! Yes!”\n[/i]\n\nWith a long, guttural moan, the bear thrust into Fritz’ little mouth and filled it with spurt after spurt of thick, gooey, milky-white cum. Taken aback, the bunny needed a moment to realize what was happening, before falling in love with the rich taste of his daddy’s cum. He whimpered and moaned and suckled on the erupting dick. But even through his orgasm, Malcolm never stopped fingering him. In fact, his movements became faster, more erratic and pleasurable, as he unloaded his last bit of seed into the boy’s mouth.\n\nLittle Fritz, meanwhile, lost control over his trembling body. The constant fingering against his prostate made his dick feel surprisingly good… very very good… He moaned out through the cum in his mouth as he felt something ecstatic and wonderful happening: his boycock grew harder than ever, and pulsed and throbbed, whilst Malcolm’s finger pounded his ass, and released a few weak squirts of watery, immature cum that dribbled down unto the bear’s thick leg. He collapsed on his side against Malcolm, his creampied mouth filled with cum that dribbled down on his cheek like drool. Malcolm saw this and his dick released a final drop of cum from sheer excitement. \n\nBoth males remained together in blissful stupor for a long while, sighing in contentment. Little Fritz swallowed up his mouthful of cum whilst Malcolm’s thick dick slowly softened. After a while, the bear looked at the naked bunny boy sprawled out next to him and gently, softly, took him in his arms. Fritz didn’t resist and allowed himself to be embraced by his daddy, nuzzling against his big furry body.\n\nEventually, Malcolm whispered in the boy’s long ears: “Will you come back another day, lil’ Fritz?”\n\n“Mmm-hmm,” the bunny murmured affirmatively, still pressing his snout against the bear’s side and inhaling his scent. “Yes, daddy. I will.”\n\n“Good.” With reluctance, Malcolm released the boy and told him to get dressed. After all, he wanted his new little muskslut to be back home by the time his mother returned. But he comforted himself with the knowledge that the bunny would soon return for more, just like every other boy before him. \n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Earning his badge


The house stood alone beyond the last cul-de-saq of the neighborhood, right at the edge of the woods. There was nothing weird about it: it was a single-floor wooden cabin with a deck and a chalet-style roof. If anything, it appeared cozy and warm. Yet, the bunny child at the other side of the street looked at it apprehensively. Dressed in his cubscout uniform, and holding his last boxes of cookies, he fixed his sash carrying his badges and set out to the house.

There was a rumor about this particular house amongst the bunny’s scouting friends. The cubs said that a weird bear lived in that house. That he did strange and evil things to the poor cubs who dared to knock on his door. And that anyone who entered his dominion never left out being the same.

But Fritz wasn’t scared of those silly tales! He was a big boy; about to turn eleven next week. He would prove to his friends that bunnies like him could be as brave as anyone else, and he would earn his badge for being the best cookie seller in his group. Thing is, he had already sold cookies to nearly everyone in the neighborhood, and thus he had no other choice but to try his luck with the only house that he, and no one else, had dared to try.

Crossing the empty, quiet street, the light-furred bunny soon went to the front of the house. After a deep breath to calm his nerves and remind himself that all those stories torturing his head were just silly rumors, he knocked on the door with a little fuzzy fist the color of vanilla ice cream.

He waited for the door to open.
One minute passed.
Two minutes.

The cream-colored bun shifted on his long feet. Maybe they just didn’t hear his knocking? Maybe it’d be better to try another day?

No. He did not have any other days. He had to show he had sold all his cookies by tomorrow morning or his badge would go to someone else. Probably to that young labrador pup, Timothy Stevens. He always managed to get people to buy with his big cute puppy eyes, that fucking asshole.

With some hesitation, Fritz knocked on the door again, and this time it opened nearly immediately.
The male bear on the other side had to be in his late 30s or early 40s at most, in roughly the same age range as Fritz’s father. He wore a dark T-shirt that bulged noticeably along his nascent beer belly, beige shorts with oversized pockets, and leather sandals that could barely contain his enormous foot paws. The bear raised an eye in mild surprise at the sight of a cubscout standing in front of his door.

“Oh,” he rumbled in a deep baritone. “A young visitor. What a nice surprise.”

Fritz couldn’t hide the nervousness shown in his wide green eyes and rigid long ears. The tenant of the house was a bear. Maybe there was some truth in those rumors after all?

He shook the possibility out of his head.

“Hello sir.” Fritz used his best and cutest please-buy-my-cookies face. “I was wondering if you’d like to buy some cubscout cookies this afternoon. 50% of the profits will go to a good cause!” He smiled, showing off his pearly-white rabbit teeth.

“Hmmm…” the bear hummed thoughtfully. “Sure. Why not? You seem like a good lil’ fella.” He stuck a paw inside of his short’s pocket. Fritz celebrated mentally.

“How many do you want, sir?”

“Oh, just one box, if that’s okay.”

“Ehh…” Fritz’ smile trembled. “Well, s-sir, eh, you see… I was kinda hoping you’d buy at least three.”
The bear raised an eyebrow and pulled his empty paw out of his pocket. “Why?”

The bunny shifted on his feet again. “I have to meet a goal. It’s… important.”

“Oh, okay. Sure. Thing is, I left all my cash inside.” The adult looked back at his living room. “Mind if I go back and look for it?”

“Oh, of course not! No problem!” chirped the bunny.

The bear turned around and started walking back inside, shuffling on his large paws. He looked back at Fritz. “Feel free to come in.”

“Oh, erm…” The cub fretted.

“I insist. Please, come in.” His tone was commanding without being menacing.

Fritz reasoned: He seems like a good person. And stepped into the bear’s den. With the bear’s back turned to him, the bunny couldn’t see the adult grin.

In front of the cub was a simple, old-fashioned living room. A large couch with some embroidery draped over it overlooked at an analog TV and a small kitchen with a countertop bar. In the middle of the space, right between the TV and couch, was a circular wooden tabled, also draped in embroidery and holding a few empty beer bottles and a remote control. Behind the living room was a short hall with two doors to the sides and one to the very back. Fritz guesses accurately that those were the living room, restroom, and back door respectively.

The bear picked the wallet on the countertop kitchen and pulled out some cash. He looked at Fritz. “What’s your name, lil’ fella?”

“Fritz.” The kid replied instantly. Still a bit nervous, he needed a moment before asking: “And yours?”

“I’m Malcom.”

“Oh. Cool.” The bunny managed a little courteous smile. Malcolm smiled back.

“So, how much for three boxes, lil’ Fritz?”

“That’d be 19 and 50 cents, sir.”

“Oh.” Malcolm seemed surprised. Nonetheless, he pulled out a bill for twenty out of his wallet and went over to Fritz.

Fritz beamed and put the three cookie boxes on the table. “Thanks a lot, sir!”

“Don’t worry lil’ fella. By the way, feel free to call me Malcolm.”

“Hehe, alright. Thanks, mister Malcolm.”

The bear smiled and handed to bill over to the bunny, who quickly stuffed it in his own pocket. “Keep the change. I’d love to sit down and talk for a bit, lil’ Fritz. Are you in a hurry?”

The request surprised Fritz. No buyer had ever asked him to talk. Then again, he wasn’t in a hurry to sell anything—not anymore. And that kind bear had bought his last boxes. He had basically given him that precious badge. The least he could do was entertain him for a while. So, the bunny confidently replied: “Nope.”

“That’s great. Let’s get to the couch.”

Malcolm passed the table and plopped down on the soft fabric, motioning Fritz to do the same. The bunny felt something weird about sitting so close to a stranger with no one else around. Then again, there were no other places to sit on, so the bunny did as told and sat next to the much-larger bear. Malcolm seemed pleased.

“So, tell me about yourself, lil’ Fritz.”

“Well…” Fritz mused. “Uh, I’m almost eleven. And I am a cubscout.”

Malcolm smiled affably. “I can see that, silly.” Fritz giggled in return. “What about your family?”

“I live alone with my mamma.”

“Oh. Does she stay at home to look out for you?”

“No. She works until late, actually.”

“Oh really?” Malcolm stretched his burly arm behind Fritz. “So, you can stay here for a long while, can’t you?”

Fritz looked back, surprised. “I’m not sure…”

“Yes, you can.” Malcolm smiled, wrapped his arm around the cub’s shoulders, and pulled him close against his wide sides. Fritz needed a moment to realize what was happening. Immediately he tried to pull away, grasping at the bear’s pudgy belly, his shirt, the couch; anything to get away. Malcolm responded by grabbing the bunny by the back of his head with one handpaw and by his slim torso with the other, and pulling his face tight against his musky armpit. Fritz yelling got muffled against the warm, moist fabric; its pungent scent flooded his sensitive nostrils with each panicked breath, to the point where he could taste it in his mouth. He flailed more and tried harder to scream.

“Shhhh… it’s okay,” Malcolm cooed. “It’s okay, lil’ fella. I know it’s scary at first. But soon you will feel much better.”

Fritz barely registered his words. He resisted uselessly against the forced embrace, kicking and twisting and flailing. But the bear’s strong, thick arms felt hard and solid as tree trunks. All the bunny could get out were muffled yelps. “Mmpph! Mm! Ngh! Nnnmh!”

“Shhh… Just keep breathing in and out.” Malcolm’s grip grew stronger, but never to the point of pain.
Fritz had no choice. With his snout trapped against the sweaty shirt, each breath was filled with concentrated bear musk. It filled his nasal cavities and airways with its heady, heavy stench. He had to get away. He had to! That smell… It was… It was…

Not that bad…

The bunny’s arms got heavier. His struggling grew more sluggish; his movements slowed down gradually. His legs moved back and forth as if trapped in a thick fluid. His screaming quieted. “Mmm… Nnngh… Mnn…”

Malcolm smiled. “That’s it, lil’ Fritz. Let that smell fill your head. Let it drown out all those nasty little worries from that pretty head of yours.”

Fritz shook his had against the fabric. No! No! I have to get away! I have to… get away… I have to… What did he have to do again? The bunny couldn’t think. His brain was getting flooded with Malcolm’s powerful male scent that made thinking so, so hard. He knew there was something wrong. He had to do something. Something… Something…

His little arms fell limply by his sides. His whole body felt so lazy and heavy, so wonderfully lethargic. He hadn’t noticed, but his breathing had gone from shallow and panicked to deep and relaxed. The boy started huffing in more of that male musk, filling his lungs with it. His green eyes grew half lidded and hazy.
Malcolm relaxed his grip and gently petted the boy’s head. “That’s right,” he whispered softly. “That’s a good little
boy. Deep breaths now. In… Out… In… Out…”

Fritz’ body obeyed Malcolm without him noticing. He started breathing deeply in sync to the bear’s words. In… Out… In… Out… His panic nearly forgotten, the boy curled up closer to the bear’s soft body, closer to the source of that smell. Every time he breathed out, he released a soft little cubbish moan.

“Yes, lil’ Fritz. That’s it. Just keep breathing from daddy’s armpit. You like that smell, don’t you?”

The bunny could barely think. All he could do was keep breathing in.

“Yes, you do.” Malcolm’s shorts showed a growing bulge as he led the child deeper into that smelly trance. “Feel’s good.”

After a bit, Fritz slurred out, “Feel… Good…”

“That’s right. That’s a good boy.” The bear shifted on the couch. His shorts tented lewdly and showed the outline of his massive rod, growing harder and bigger with each passing second

For a while they both stayed together, Malcolm holding Fritz close for a couple of minutes letting the child sink deeper and deeper into the smell that was overpowering all his senses.  Then Malcolm shifted and gently pulled himself away from the boy. “Let’s make you feel even better, lil’ fella.”

Fritz nearly slumped down on the couch without the older male’s support. His body, resting against the backrest, felt limp and weak and relaxed. The rabbit followed the bear’s movements with hazy, half-lidded eyes. Malcolm, smiling eagerly, took off his dark T-shirt. He had a bear’s body in every way: thick, broad sides, loaded with fat and muscle; large round pectorals over a well-defined muscle gut covered in thick brown fur.

For a while, the sight didn’t register in Fritz’ hazy mind. The musk-drugged boy simply stared out inexpressively at the shirtless man. But slowly, as the bear went back to him and started to gently pull off his cubscout sash, a little bit of awareness returned to his body, prompted by the fresh air he was breathing again. He groaned slightly, head lolling, as he felt the adult’s heavy breathing and his eager handpaws undoing his buttons. Something inside the boy screamed that this wasn’t right.

“S…Ssss…” he murmured, head still moving around drunkenly.

Still undoing the buttons, Malcolm looked at the kid.  “Yes?”

“Ssst…op…” Fritz breathed out.

“Oh.” The adult looked surprised. “Still got a bit of fight in you, eh, lil’ buddy? That’s okay. We’ll change that right away.” He undid the last button and pulled open the green shirt, exposing the boy’s supple and slender frame, hugged by creamy fur that showcased the slight bumps of his ribs. His erect pink nipples stood out of his chest like cherries on vanilla ice cream. Malcolm huffed at the sight and his dick spurted out a thick drop of pre in his pants.

Fritz’ wriggled slightly again, even as he was pulled back into the bear’s naked pits. “Sss…top…st..op…ssst…mmmmm…” His muzzle was pressed into the thick, sweat-drenched hair. Without a layer of clothing to dampen the smell, he was exposed to its full glory, and whatever resistance he had managed to muster instantly fizzled out with the heady masculine scent all over his face. He gasped out a fluttery breath as his little body dropped further into the smelly trap.

Malcolm grinned and gently petted the bunny’s ears; the boy murmured gently in return. “It’s been a while since I had a cute boy like you come to my humble abode, lil’ Fritz,” he said gently. “I haven’t had a chance to break a cub like you into my dumb lil’ muskslut in a while. What do you say about that, huh?”

Fritz didn’t say anything, of course, and Malcolm knew he wouldn’t. He fell deeper than ever before to the charms of Malcolm’s entrancing scent. The bear’s masculine pheromones, which had already taken over most of his body, turning it limp and relaxed against his will, slowly did the same to his mind. Already dazed with the smell’s effect, that thick musk kept pouring into his nasal cavities every time his bunny muzzle, buried in Malcolm’s armpits, drew in another breath. He had completely forgotten his partial nakedness, and even if he were aware of it, he wouldn’t care; the musky, sweaty air seemed to filter right into his brain and smother the boy’s mind in unknown pleasures. Those powerful pheromones awakened new, strange and exciting feelings, whilst making him forget about his fear and apprehension and even the reason he was here. His gentle, fluttery moans returned on every exhale, his long ears limp and low and relaxed, his shirtless body turned into putty.

“Remember, lil’ Fritz: In… Out… In… Out…” Once more, the bunny copied the slow, deep breathing rhythm, furthering his corruption. His body felt warmer and warmer with each lungful of air. “You told me you liked my smell, didn’t you?”

Fritz couldn’t even muster the mental strength to think of an answer; he just kept breathing in the addictive musk.
Malcolm chuckled and started caressing his dick through his shorts; breaking his boys was the best part of it all.
“Yes, you did. Silly boy. You’re thinking too much. All you have to do is say ‘yes’ to all my questions. Do you understand?”

With all his self-preservation and capacity for questioning drowned out in his musky haze, Fritz just mumbled sleepily: “…yes…”

“Good boy. Are you addicted to my smell?”

“…mm…yes…”

“Call me daddy, lil’ Fritz.”

“…y-yes, daddy.” The boy moaned out the last word. It felt… good. If felt right.

“Keep smelling and breathing in and out… yes, that’s right. Daddy’s pits smell so good. Don’t you just want to burry your muzzle in then and huff in all that musky smell?”

“Mmm… yes,” murmured Fritz urgently. “Yes!” And he did just that: press his whole face into his daddy’s sweaty armpits to huff in more of that addictive musk.

“Gooood boy,” Malcolm was getting more and more worked up; he stuck a handpaw under his pants and teased his leaking cock. “Do you want to lick daddy’s pits?”

“Y-yes, daddy…” The boy stuck his little pink tongue out and savored the salty, tangy sweat, finding it absolutely exquisite in his delirious state.

“Keep licking, you dirty lil’ pithuffer. I’m gonna turn you into daddy’s obedient muskslut.”

The bunny kept worshipping Malcolm’s pit, huffing, licking, tasting and smelling his masculinity and unknowingly imprinting his ownership over him in his drugged brain. His body, reacting to the overdose of pheromones, felt warmer and warmer, strangely needy, and his little boycock slowly hardened in his khaki pants.
Malcolm noticed this and licked his chips in satisfaction. “Ooh. Is my lil’ muskslut getting hard from licking daddy’s pits?”

Fritz murmured shakily: “Y-yes…”

“Is my dirty lil’ pithuffer getting hornier and hornier for daddy’s smell?”

“Yes!” The bunny answered with surprising clarity, “Y-yes, daddy,” and wriggled his hips urgently to somehow satisfy the need coming from his young cock.

“Mmm… Good…” Malcolm suddenly grabbed Fritz by the ears and yanked him away from his armpit. The boy whined, not in pain, but in complaint; he immediately tried to push his face back into the bear’s pit, to satisfy his new addiction for male musk.

Grinning in triumph, Malcolm teasingly asked: “Does my muskslut want to go back to worshipping daddy’s pits.”

“Yes! Yes, please daddy!” Fritz whined, nodding anxiously.

“Hmmm… Okay. But first, come here and let daddy give you a big kiss.”

The bunny didn’t hesitate; he all but threw himself at Malcolm, pressing himself against his daddy to breathe in just a few particles of his scent. But Malcolm barely gave him a chance, before taking Fritz’ fluffy cheeks in his bear paws and pressing his lips against his much smaller muzzle. Initially surprised by the bear’s need, the horny bun quickly gave into the kiss and allowed the older male to roam his muzzle with his tongue. Malcolm took the chance to kneed and feel the boy’s soft buttcheeks through his pants and caress his twitching tail, before pushing down those khaki pants, still making out with the boy. Thoroughly taken over by the bear’s musk and his own young lust, Fritz didn’t object; if anything, he sucked more on his daddy’s tongue, and moaned louder with each rough kneading of his soft, naked ass.  His own little cock sprang out eagerly as he was stripped naked, its glistening pink glans contrasting delightfully against his creamy fur.

Malcolm broke the kiss and took in the gorgeous sight of the naked, dazed bunnyboy panting and drooling against his body. The kid, lost in a stupor or lust and male pheromones, barely realized what he was doing. He just knew he wanted more.

The bear, too, was losing what little control he had left. Dominated by his need, he pulled down his strained shorts and revealed his thick, veiny cock, throbbing and drooling generous drops of pre. Before Fritz could marvel at the impressive member, Malcolm shoved his face into his crotch, his muzzle resting against the bear’s massive, virile balls.

The bunny didn’t need any encouragement; his newly-awakened musk addiction forced him to breathe in the intoxicating, mind-numbing aroma of Malcolm’s balls. Fritz shuddered and moaned at the new, intriguing smell that kindled his lust to new extremes. Malcolm gladly let the bunny indulge himself as he petted his head and pushed him deeper unto his crotch.

“Breathe in daddy’s smell, muskslut,” commanded the bear. “Breathe it in good.”

“Mmm… mhmmm…” The bunny did little else than moan and breathe in as told, nuzzling his face against the furry pouch and thoroughly coating himself in his daddy’s smell. Being on his knees with his head down into the bear’s crotch, his ass was perfectly raised at Malcolm’s right side. The bear licked his dark lips and his heart leapt at the sight. Fritz’ little pink pucker was barely visible in the cleft between his two fuzzy, round buttocks, which moved and jiggled with the bunny’s needy squirming.

Malcolm needed to play with that ass. He thoroughly licked his right handpaw whilst petting Fritz’ head with his left, until his digits oozed with saliva. “Relax, lil’ Fritz,” he cooed at the panting bun, his face still buried against his balls, as he carefully brought a lubed finger against the boy’s hole.

Fritz froze at the strange feeling of that large finger prodding against his smooth pink ring, and whimpered slightly when it started to slowly push its way into him. His body tensed up in stress and uncertainty at the slight burning sensation and he groaned in protest.

“Shhh… relax, lil’ Fritz,” Malcolm whispered tenderly, stroking the boy’s long ears. “Just breathe in and relax… Daddy will make you feel so good…”

Fritz muttered a muffled “Yes…” and let himself be carried off into that soft, wonderful musky haze again. With each trembling, dreamy soft breath, his ass and body and mind relaxed further and further. Malcolm’s finger in his ass started to feel… weird. The previous burn morphed into a weird, tingly pressure against his nerves.

“Good boy,” Malcolm huffed, pressing his finger all the way in. Fritz murred at the unknown, exciting feeling.
“Now I want you to suck on daddy’s cock like the good boy you are.”

The bunny reluctantly pulled his face away from Malcolm’s balls. With dreamy eyes, he licked his way up the bear’s massive shaft to the pre-covered glans. Then he looked back at Malcolm with the slightest bit of confusion.

Realizing this, Malcolm said, “Suck it like a lollypop. You will love the taste.”

The dazed bun needed some effort to coordinate his weakened muscles, and his legs tingled from the finger in his ass, but he would not disobey his daddy. He opened his muzzle wide and put Malcolm’s big red glans in his young mouth; it barely fit.

Hissing in pleasure, Malcolm threw back his head. Fritz started suckling clumsily at the adult’s cock like a piece of really big, really hard, really slimy candy. “Yess… yess lil’ Fritz…” Now moaning himself, the bear explored Fritz’ ass with his finger, prodding and tickling at its sensitive walls until he found that little fleshy nub he was looking for. He pressed against it and the boy felt an electric tingle go through his spine and he released a high-pitched moan.

The bear grinned and kept teasing the boy’s prostate as the latter suckled on the dick in his mouth. Both males soon found a working rhythm. Malcolm’s left hand pushed Fritz’ head up and down slightly, using his soft little mouth like a fleshlight, while his right hand fingered his tender ass. Fritz, meanwhile, allowed himself to be used, thoroughly enjoying the rich, salty pre in his mouth, whilst huffing in Malcolm’s musk smeared all over his nose and face. His little body was rocked with strange, electrifying pleasure every time his daddy pushed and caressed that spot in his ass. His drool flowed down Malcolm’s dick and his muffled moans filled the quiet house.

After a few minutes, the boy’s ass felt slick with his juices, and his young cock throbbed with every delightful touch against his prostate. Huffing and grunting, Malcolm started thrusting gently in the boy’s mouth, always mindful not to hurt him despite the burning need in his loins. The bear’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open and panting as he felt his cock getting even harder and throbbing, and his seed travelling up his rod.

“Fuck…” he murmured, not wanting this to end. But seeing that beautiful bunny boy sucking on his dick and moaning like a little slut as he fingered his ass was too much. “I’m… Oh, Fritz… Yesssssss… YES! Yes! Yes!”


With a long, guttural moan, the bear thrust into Fritz’ little mouth and filled it with spurt after spurt of thick, gooey, milky-white cum. Taken aback, the bunny needed a moment to realize what was happening, before falling in love with the rich taste of his daddy’s cum. He whimpered and moaned and suckled on the erupting dick. But even through his orgasm, Malcolm never stopped fingering him. In fact, his movements became faster, more erratic and pleasurable, as he unloaded his last bit of seed into the boy’s mouth.

Little Fritz, meanwhile, lost control over his trembling body. The constant fingering against his prostate made his dick feel surprisingly good… very very good… He moaned out through the cum in his mouth as he felt something ecstatic and wonderful happening: his boycock grew harder than ever, and pulsed and throbbed, whilst Malcolm’s finger pounded his ass, and released a few weak squirts of watery, immature cum that dribbled down unto the bear’s thick leg. He collapsed on his side against Malcolm, his creampied mouth filled with cum that dribbled down on his cheek like drool. Malcolm saw this and his dick released a final drop of cum from sheer excitement.

Both males remained together in blissful stupor for a long while, sighing in contentment. Little Fritz swallowed up his mouthful of cum whilst Malcolm’s thick dick slowly softened. After a while, the bear looked at the naked bunny boy sprawled out next to him and gently, softly, took him in his arms. Fritz didn’t resist and allowed himself to be embraced by his daddy, nuzzling against his big furry body.

Eventually, Malcolm whispered in the boy’s long ears: “Will you come back another day, lil’ Fritz?”

“Mmm-hmm,” the bunny murmured affirmatively, still pressing his snout against the bear’s side and inhaling his scent. “Yes, daddy. I will.”

“Good.” With reluctance, Malcolm released the boy and told him to get dressed. After all, he wanted his new little muskslut to be back home by the time his mother returned. But he comforted himself with the knowledge that the bunny would soon return for more, just like every other boy before him.



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