The Little Nudist

By Phantasmagore

This is a work of adult fantasy involving fictional characters. The author does not condone any of the illegal or immoral acts contained within.

“Come on, Aaron, you have to get dressed before we go out.”

“No!”

The young boy’s shriek was like having an ice pick stabbed into Paul’s ears. The fox dad groaned, fighting the urge to throw a pillow at the screaming child. Anything to get him to be quiet for five minutes. Aaron was only four years old, but he could shout like he’d been training at it for decades. Right now, the orange-furred cub was stomping around the living room in a fit, whining and screaming to get his point across. Thankfully, he was at least wearing underwear, but he was otherwise unclothed.

Paul didn’t know how this whole thing started, but at some point in the last year or so, Aaron had become especially difficult when it came to clothes. Every attempt to get him dressed was met with resistance. Why? It was anyone’s guess. All Paul knew was that the boy was incredibly stubborn about the whole thing. Neither he nor his wife were able to get it through to him that he had to wear clothes. He’d whittled their patience down enough that he mostly got away with running around the house in his underwear, but they drew the line when it came to going out in public, of course.

Still, it was always an ordeal. They had to plan for an extra half hour or so to prepare for every outing, just so they could catch Aaron and squeeze him into a tee shirt and a pair of pants. Paul’s wife, Helen, dropped onto the couch next to him, groaning as another screech rang through the air.

“It’s your turn to wrangle him,” she said.

“What?!” Paul exclaimed. “No it isn’t!”

“Yes it is,” she insisted. “I did it last time.”

He glanced at her, to see her giving an annoyed look right back at him. Was she being serious?

“I did it the last three times,” Paul said.

“Oh, so now we’re keeping count?” she shot back with a scowl. “Well, if that’s how we’re doing things now, I guess I should start keeping count of all the things I do because you won’t bother to do it. I’ll give you the list later.”

“Fine! I’ll do it!” Paul sighed, just wanting to move on. He stood up and looked at Aaron, only to see that the situation had gotten worse. The boy was now nude and bouncing on an armchair, his underwear draped across the armrest. He seemed to pick up on the frustration in his dad’s eyes, because as soon as Paul took a step toward him, he bolted out of the room.

“Aaron, get back here! We can’t go out until you get some clothes on!”

Paul was forced to take off after his son, chasing Aaron throughout the house, knowing that even when he caught him, it would only be the first step in a long process of getting him back into clothes.

‘God, I can’t wait for him to grow out of this phase.’

……………………….

“Aaron! Stop playing with your food!” Helen hissed.

Aaron dropped the pasta that he’d been toying with, whining and flailing his arms to send marinara sauce all over the table. Helen caught his wrists to hold him still until he’d settled down enough for her to let go.

“Oh, give the kid a break, Helen,” Paul grumbled. She glared at him, but he shrugged it off. He wished Aaron would just sit quiet and eat his food normally too, but having her voice bore holes into his skull wasn’t helping.

He looked around to see if there were any sidelong glances coming their way, but thankfully, nobody else in the restaurant seemed to have taken notice of them. He just wanted them to have a nice night out as a family; was that really too much to ask?

“If you’re so okay with him acting out like this, why don’t you be the one sitting next to him and getting covered in sauce?” she asked.

“That’s not what I said- you know what? Forget it. You’re right, as always,” Paul groaned. “You can never be wrong, so you must always be right.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you can’t take one—"

Before Paul could get another word out, something soft struck him in the face. He pulled it off and saw that it was a familiar blue shirt. ‘Shit.’

Aaron had thrown off his shirt, and his hands were already halfway toward his waistband. “Aaron! No!” he exclaimed, struggling to scoot around the table to get within reach of the boy.

Luckily, Helen was faster. She practically threw herself on Aaron, pinning him down while he tried to wriggle his arms free and slip out of his pants. He squirmed beneath her fiercely, but he was nowhere near strong enough to overpower a fully grown adult.

Paul sighed, wishing he were literally anywhere else. He’d hoped that Aaron would have grown out of this by now. At six years old, it was starting to get a little outrageous.

‘Soon. He has to come to his senses soon.’

……………………….

Peace and quiet were two things rarely found in the house these days. As Paul ducked to avoid getting hit in the head by an airborne pan, he shot a glare across the kitchen at Helen.

“What the hell is the matter with you?!” he exclaimed.

She scoffed. “You are the matter with me. I can’t believe I ever married you. A pathetic, worthless man. That’s all you are, Paul. You couldn’t even raise a son who can go out in public without causing a scene!”

Paul’s fur bristled. “At least I put in an effort,” he said through gritted teeth. “I work my ass off for this family, while you slip away every chance you get.”

“It’s called having friends, Paul. You should try it sometime.”

“Right, I’m sure you have lots of ‘friends’ to enjoy your company.”

“What are you getting at?”

“I’m just wondering how many guys have been inside that loose thing you call a pussy.”

“How dare you! Don’t you start implying—"

“I’m not implying anything. I’m saying it; you’re a whore!”

That certainly didn’t calm things down. The banging of pots and pans could be heard throughout the entire house, accompanied by the parents’ shouting. In his room up above, Aaron sat in a corner, fiddling uncomfortably with the waistband of his underwear as he tried to shut the noise out.

……………………….

Paul woke with a start to the sound of his alarm. He groaned, rubbing his eyes and then sitting up. For a brief moment, he regretted the cold, empty spot next to him. Sometimes he missed having her there, having someone to wake up and share these quiet moments with. But then he remembered all the fights, and the bitterness, and he told himself that it was better this way.

He got up and began his morning routine. He stretched, got dressed, and stepped out of the bedroom to get breakfast started. On his way to the kitchen, he knocked on Aaron’s door. “Time to get up,” he said. “I want you in the kitchen in five.”

A quiet, muffled grumbling was the only answer he got, but that was good enough acknowledgement to satisfy him. He went to the kitchen and laid out milk, cereal, and two bowls. Sure enough, just under the five-minute mark, Aaron trudged into the room.

As was often the case in the house, Aaron was only wearing his underwear, a pair of clean white briefs. Paul had long since given up on convincing Aaron to wear clothes normally in the house. Aaron was ten; there was nothing his dad could say at this point that was going to sway him. At the very least, though, he still refused to budge on the underwear. No doubt, Aaron would be running around the house in his birthday suit if Paul allowed it, but that was the one thing completely off the table. He had to feel like there was some remaining hint of normalcy, even after everything. There had to be some boundary to maintain decency.

Other than the occasional grumble, Aaron complied with that rule. That didn’t mean he liked it, though. As always, his briefs were worn with little care; Aaron didn’t even bother sticking his tail through the hole in the back, leaving them hanging low, with only the friction between fabric and fur to keep them from falling. It had happened before, and Paul usually had to yell at the boy to get him to put his underwear back on when it did.

Common decency wasn’t the only thing keeping Paul so resolute on that rule, though. There was something else simmering beneath the surface, an unsettling feeling he got whenever he looked at his son and noticed those briefs beginning to slip off. When his eyes got a hint of the round, soft flesh underneath, or a bit too much of Aaron’s petite boyhood in the front, an insidious rush crept up his spine. Even now, as Aaron sat down at the table and started pouring himself cereal, Paul couldn’t help but glance down to check the boy’s underwear. The boy’s butt was inadvertently pushed out in his position, causing friction with the seat that pulled the fabric down just a touch, revealing just the top of Aaron’s—

‘Nope, I don’t want to see that,’ Paul told himself, forcing his gaze away.

Suddenly, his appetite was gone. He didn’t know when or how it got so hot in the kitchen, but he needed to get out of the room. “Alright, Aaron. Finish up your food and then go get dressed. You need to be out the door in fifteen minutes if you want to get to school on time.”

Aaron’s grumbling prompted Paul to add, “I don’t want to hear any complaints about your clothes. You know the rules.”

While Aaron finished his pre-school routine, Paul took a shower. He kept the water cold, hoping it would fight the heat under his skin. He lathered the soap harshly all over his body, as if to scrub himself clean of the thoughts dancing in the back of his mind. The only part he didn’t wash thoroughly was his groin, because he didn’t dare touch his sheath and risk exciting the pink tip already beginning to poke out of it.

By the time Paul got out of the shower, Aaron was nearly out the door, thankfully fully clothed. “Bye, Dad!” he shouted over his shoulder before the door shut, leaving Paul alone in the house. The older fox sighed. Another day alone.

……………………….

It was around lunchtime when Paul saw the news. He was in his home office, taking a break from work and scrolling through article after article, when a headline caught his attention.

Naturalist Expression Act Passes: What That Means for You

‘Naturalist Expression Act?’ He remembered vaguely hearing something about it, but he never really paid enough attention to it to know what it was. He was never all that interested in politics. His curiosity was piqued, though, so he opened the article to take a look.

The legislature voted earlier today in favor of passing the Naturalist Expression Act. The somewhat controversial bill seemed unlikely to succeed to many, but a surge of popular support was enough to push it through, with a petition urging its ratification exceeding 200,000 signatures in just 24 hours.

What does the new law entail?

Simply put, most previous laws mandating public decency, as well as laws that could be interpreted as “sexually repressive” have been rendered null and void by the act. Previously criminal acts such as public nudity or sexual activity are now decriminalized. Proponents suggest that this law is the start of a new chapter in our history: one characterized by the free expression of one’s innermost self.

The bill’s journey to becoming law has not been without challenge. Some opponents have criticized the law for encouraging “moral degeneracy,” and others have alleged that it does not adequately distinguish between minors and adults in its language.

We reached out to Dan Calveroy, chairman of the Pediatric Education and Development Office, to comment on these specific allegations: “This law is about giving everybody the ability to be who they truly are without judgment or prejudice. The need to be one’s truest self is not tied to any one age group or other demographic. In fact, our internal research has found that naturalist practices make for much better child-rearing environments than repressive ones.”

Mr. Calveroy went on to discuss the so-called “opt-in clause,” which clarifies issues related to consent. Under this clause, public nudity is understood to be nonverbal consent to any acts, whereas others can opt out of participation by simply remaining clothed and not exercising their right to public sexuality.

There was a picture following that paragraph, and when Paul glanced at it, it gave him such a shock that he thought he was about to have a heart attack. It was a trio of raccoons: an older man in his thirties or forties flanked by a pair of younger girls, probably around Aaron’s age. All three of them were completely nude. There was no attempt to cover up, either; Paul was staring directly at a man’s cock and two prepubescent slits. The caption beneath read:

Dan Calveroy with his daughters, Estella and Jasmine. Mr. Calveroy says that the passage of the Naturalist Expression Act will “serve as a shining beacon of hope and happiness for underprivileged sexual groups.”

Paul told himself that he should look away, but his eyes kept drifting back to the photo on their own. He didn’t dare to blink, as if the moment he let his eyes close, reality would come back, and he would be looking at a normal photo of a normal, clothed family. Of course, he wanted it to go back to normal, which was why he was going to shut his eyes… now. Okay, maybe… now. He just kept staring. Worse, as he stared, he slowly began to pick out one detail. A thin, faint line in the photo between the dad and one of the girls. Was that…?

Paul slammed his laptop shut, wincing for a moment as he swore he heard the screen crack. His face was flushed, and he could barely breathe through what felt like an invisible weight smothering him. His brain raced to process what he just saw and its implications.

‘Don’t think about it,’ he told himself. ‘Do. Not. Think about it.’ He did his best not to, but it was so difficult. How could he not? There was no way to unsee what he noticed in that photo.

The long, dangling string of saliva forming a direct connection between the tip of Dan Calveroy’s cock and his daughter’s lips.

……………………….

Paul was just wrapping up his work for the day when he heard the front door open and close. There was a frantic series of footsteps, and then the slamming of Aaron’s door. This was a pretty typical routine for the boy, and usually, Paul wouldn’t think anything of it. Today, though, there was a part of him that was getting more nervous with every second, knowing that Aaron was likely stripping down to the bare minimum right now, as usual.

Sure enough, when the younger fox barged into his dad’s office, he was back to his briefs. Paul worked hard to focus on Aaron’s face, doing everything he could to forget the photo in that article.

“Dad!” Aaron exclaimed. “You won’t believe it. There were a bunch of naked people walking around on the way back from school! I thought you said that wasn’t allowed.”

“I, uh…,” Paul stammered. What was he supposed to say? It was like all sense of normalcy in his world was getting tossed out the window. “Well, there’s a new law now. The rules changed, and now they don’t have to wear clothes in public anymore—"

He was cut off by Aaron’s exciting gasp. “Really?! You mean I can be naked?”

He started going off on an energized tangent, but Paul’s focus had strayed from his words. In his mind’s eye, he saw Dan Calveroy, the raccoon from the article, standing behind Aaron in all his naked glory. His cock hard and throbbing, hovering directly over Aaron’s head. A fat glob of precum leaking from the tip and dropping straight onto Aaron’s—

“No!” Paul shouted, a little too loudly. “No, I mean… Just because the law allows it doesn’t mean that it’s okay. It’s still my rule that you have to be dressed when you go out. Understood?”

Aaron grumbled, “But whyyy? Why do I gotta if they don’t have to?”

“Aaron, please. We’re not going to discuss this right now,” Paul said.

Aaron crossed his arms and pouted, but he didn’t press the issue any further. He just mumbled something about his homework and left the room, conceding that he’d lost this round of negotiation.

Once Aaron was gone, Paul leaned back in his chair and loosened his tense muscles. The only thing refusing to relax was the half-hard shaft poking at his pants from inside. He reached down to adjust his pants, but his hand brushed against the bulge for a moment. He gasped at the touch on his sensitive member. How long had it been since he got any real action? Had it really been two years since the divorce?

He needed something to distract himself. He didn’t want to keep spiraling into whatever unsettling territory was down the current path. He turned back to his computer, opening his web browser and searching for something to read about to occupy his thoughts. His fingers almost moved of their own accord as they typed: Naturalist Expression Act.

After all, if this law was such a big deal, it was important that he read up on the details. Plus, it seemed like a good idea to learn what people thought about the whole thing. And to find something to show him how things were about to change. Maybe there were some photos or videos that would help him understand it. Completely innocent, instructional photos or videos, of course.

Surely that would help him settle down. Right?

……………………….

Paul’s alarm woke him, as usual. Yet another day. He got up and stretched, got dressed, and headed toward the kitchen. On the way, he knocked on Aaron’s door. “Time to get up, Aaron,” he said.

In the kitchen, he started laying out the milk, cereal, and bowls, just like he always did, and like clockwork, he heard Aaron’s approaching footsteps after a couple of minutes. When Aaron came into the kitchen, though, things were far from normal. Paul nearly dropped the bowl in his hand when he saw that his son was completely nude.

“Aaron!” he gasped. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m going naked today!” Aaron announced, a wide grin on his face.

“I told you that you still have to wear clothes,” Paul said.

“No, I don’t wanna,” Aaron said.

“I get that you don’t want to, but you have to,” Paul insisted. “If you don’t, then—"

“No! You can’t make me!”

“Aaron, calm down and go get dressed.”

“No!”

Paul gritted his teeth, barely stifling a growl. It wasn’t just his son’s stubborn defiance. It was also the rush of primal sensations shocking his system. His eyes were darting across Aaron’s bare form. He had never allowed himself to really take in the shape of Aaron’s boyish curves, but now it was impossible not to. The way his orange fur caught the light to make him the center of attention. The little sheath and tight scrotum between his legs. The round butt, practically begging for him to reach out and get a feel. Something dark was stirring inside Paul’s brain, and the argument was just making it more aggressive.

He tried one last time to nip this all in the bud. “Listen, Aaron, I know you’ve always had this… clothes thing, but you need to follow my rules. I say you still have to wear clothes, so you still have to wear clothes. That’s it. Understand?”

Aaron stomped furiously before grabbing his bowl and throwing it. It smashed against a nearby wall as the boy screamed, “NO! I hate clothes! I’m never wearing them again!”

Paul didn’t bother holding back the growl this time as he yelled back, “You know what, fine! Have it your way! You want to go out there in nothing but your fur? Do it! See what happens!”

He stormed out, absolutely seething. Couldn’t that boy realize that Paul had his best interests at heart, instead of acting like a brat the second he was told he wouldn’t get his way? Paul sat in his office and stewed in his frustration, listening to the sounds of Aaron getting ready. Right as it was time for Aaron to start his walk to school, Paul came out of the office one more time.

Aaron was looking pouty, but he was standing his ground. He wore absolutely nothing except for his blue backpack, every inch of his body on full display. His face was a mix of excitement and defiance: the look of a kid who was finally getting his way despite his parent’s wishes.

“Bye, Dad,” he said before walking out the door.

Paul growled and turned to go back to his desk, but then he stopped. A thought had just occurred to him. In his current state of mind, it took no more than a spark to spur him into action, and so instead of reentering his office, he stepped toward Aaron’s bedroom door.

……………………….

Aaron felt lighter and freer than ever before as he took off in the direction of school. Feeling the sun on his fur and the cool breeze between his legs was the best feeling in the world to the young cub. When his dad wasn’t looking, he liked to spend time naked in the backyard, but the fact that he was allowed to just walk on the street without a scrap of clothing was a whole new thrill. He got a couple of sideways glances on the way out of his neighborhood, but he paid them no mind. Nothing was going to bring his spirits down.

Between the neighborhood and Aaron’s school, there was a park. It was a beautiful and open green space, and as Aaron walked on one of the paths through, he found himself enjoying his surroundings more than usual today. He stepped off the hard cement path and savored the soft, cool grass beneath his paws. He knew he needed to keep heading toward school, but he couldn’t resist the urge to enjoy his newfound freedom a little bit.

He dropped his backpack and took off at a run through the open field. Every feeling was bliss to the young nudist, from the sun’s warm touch to the wind’s gentle caress. He didn’t notice any of the looks he got from the other people around the park. Even if he had, he wouldn’t have paid them any mind. He especially didn’t pick up on the hungry glint in the eyes of several of the onlookers, most of all a slender white rabbit who hadn’t taken his eyes off the fox cub since he first arrived at the park. He licked his lips and adjusted his pants as he watched Aaron run around without a care in the world.

Aaron had no idea how long it took him to settle down and return to his backpack, but he had a feeling that he was going to be late for school if he didn’t hurry now. Just as he was getting back to the path, a hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Hey, kid,” said the stranger, a white rabbit with bright blue eyes. “Where you headed?”

“Uh… to school,” Aaron answered. He tried to move away, but the rabbit was holding him too tightly.

“What’s the rush? It looked like you were having a lot of fun. Don’t you want to have some fun together?” he asked.

“Fun?” Aaron had no idea where this was going, but the lingering thrill of his romp around the park had him primed for the temptation.

“Yeah!” the rabbit said, carefully leading Aaron toward a nearby bench. “We can have all sorts of fun. Here, sit down and let me get a good look at you.”

Aaron allowed himself to be pushed onto the bench, still unsure about what exactly was happening. “But I’m gonna be late for school,” he said.

“I’m sure that would be okay,” the rabbit replied, “especially if you’re learning new things with me. Your school will understand.”

“I don’t know…,” Aaron said. “I always get in trouble if I’m late for school. It’s against the rules.”

“Well, just yesterday, it was against the rules to be naked in public, wasn’t it?” the rabbit reasoned. “Today, the rules have changed, and now you’re showing off that sexy little body of yours. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Aaron didn’t really get it, but it didn’t seem like the rabbit was interested in waiting for him to understand. His hand roamed down Aaron’s chest to his stomach, rubbing and pinching him in spite of the boy’s uncomfortable squirming. It was off-putting to the naïve fox cub, but the shock of panic only hit him when the stranger’s hand reached his crotch.

“What are you doing?!” he exclaimed. When did the rabbit’s grip get so tight?

“Quit playing hard to get, kid,” the rabbit said as he squeezed Aaron’s ballsack and played with his sheath. “We both know you want this.”

Aaron shook his head emphatically. “Stop! Whatever this is, stop!”

“Not a chance.” The rabbit’s words took on a darker tone each time he spoke, gradually descending into a sort of low growl. He climbed onto the bench so that his body was pressing Aaron into the hard wood. He let go of the boy’s genitals to grab his head instead, rubbing it against his clothed crotch. Through the thick fabric, Aaron could feel something hard that twitched every few seconds.

“You chose to go all natural and flaunt yourself around like a slut, and that means I can do what I want,” the rabbit said, grinding his bulge against Aaron’s muzzle. “So shut up and take what you volunteered for. You don’t get to puss out now and leave me with blue balls. You get to show off your ass, and I get to fuck it. That’s the deal.”

Aaron had no idea what any of that meant, but it was quickly becoming apparent that he had no control over the situation. There was no way for him to overpower the grownup or convince him to stop, so the only thing he could think to do was try to give the rabbit what he wanted and hope that he would let him go.

The rabbit grinned as he felt the cub go limp in his grasp. It gave him an opportunity to unbuckle his pants without worrying about his prey running away. Aaron’s eyes widened as he wound up directly face to face with a pink cock and a pair of fluffy white balls.

“Kiss it,” the man said.

“Wha—"

“I said kiss it!” he commanded, grabbing the back of Aaron’s head and pressing the boy’s muzzle against the base of his cock. His flesh was very warm to the touch, and the heady odor of a horny male filled Aaron’s nostrils for the first time in his young life. He struggled for a moment, but he couldn’t move an inch. After a few seconds, he gave up, pursed his lips, and kissed the rabbit right where his shaft and sheath met.

The rabbit shuddered and groaned with delight as he watched the fox cub give in. “That’s it,” he huffed, “get your mouth all over it.” Unfortunately, Aaron had no way of understanding what the grownup really wanted, so his best attempt to obey was little more than him repeating the same weak kiss on different spots. It didn’t do much to stimulate the rabbit, but the situation itself was enough to keep him aroused. Still, his patience could only last for so long.

“Alright, enough,” he said, loosening his grip and giving Aaron a chance to pull his face away. “A for effort, F for technique, kid. You’re gonna need to spend some time learning how to pleasure grownups. Guess I’ll just have to do this the old-fashioned way.”

He pulled back and began lowering himself to Aaron’s level, and for the briefest of moments, Aaron thought he was about to be released. That illusion was shattered when the rabbit grabbed his legs and hiked them up, forcing the boy to lay further on his back and bend to expose his rear. This position gave the rabbit a perfect view of Aaron’s round butt, soft and curved as if it were designed by nature to invite every male to ravish it.

“Hold your legs like that,” he ordered, and Aaron complied, giving the rabbit the freedom to let go and bring his hands down to the fox’s orange peach. He squeezed the flesh, relishing how it squished beneath his fingers. “God damn, kid. It’s fucked up that this wasn’t legal ‘til now. You can’t let an ass like this go to waste.”

Aaron whimpered as those fingers dug into him enough to hurt. The rabbit spread the boy’s cheeks apart to reveal his virgin pucker. It clenched nervously under the grownup’s predatory gaze.

“Since it’s your first day as a free-range slut, I’ll be nice and start slow,” the rabbit said. He spat onto Aaron’s tailhole and used his thumbs to start rubbing the slickness around. With a little extra pressure, he started to push one inside. The fleshy rim tried to clench and keep him out, but the resistance only made him push harder.

Finally, Aaron let out an uncomfortable whine as the grownup’s thumb slipped past his entrance and shoved its way inside him. It was an odd feeling, unlike anything he’d experienced before. It stung, but more than that, it just felt wrong. Nothing should be going up there, least of all a stranger’s fingers. Aaron’s obvious discomfort did nothing to dissuade the rabbit. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it.

“What are you doing?” Aaron whimpered. His hole kept clenching instinctively, trying to push the rabbit’s probing digit out, but it was no use. There was no way he could force it out. Teeth grit, eyes shut tightly, he tried to go somewhere else in his mind, like he would do when the yelling at home got to be too much. It didn’t work. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape, physically or mentally. Instead, every little twitch of the man’s thumb kept him anchored in the moment.

The rabbit’s cock throbbed needily as he felt the boy’s ass squeezing on his finger. He had to keep reminding himself to take it slow, lest he break his new toy. Of course, there was a part of him that wanted just go for it and see what would happen.

He pulled his thumb out with a soft pop and watched Aaron’s tailhole close itself back up. He grinned at the thought that soon enough, that innocent, virgin pucker might be replaced by a gaping fuck hole, waiting for the next cock to slip in. For a cute cub walking around exposed like this, how else could it end?

He stood up, letting his shadow eclipse the boy’s whole body. Aaron looked up at him with an uncertain, apprehensive expression that sent a rush of excitement down his spine, until it shot out of his cock as a long string of precum. It squirted across Aaron’s torso, a couple of drops even reaching the tip of his muzzle. The little fox flinched at the unexpected impact.

“Ew! What was that?” he asked. He reached up to wipe it away, but the rabbit smacked his hands away before they made it.

“No! Leave it,” the rabbit commanded. “It makes you look cuter. It’s just something that we grownups make for all the cubs who make us feel good. You’re going to make me feel real good, right, kid?”

“Um… I don’t know…”

“Sure you will!” The energy behind the man’s eyes was getting manic as he finally let his pants fall to the ground. He kicked them to the side, forgotten for the moment, as he leaned over Aaron. A shudder ran through his body when his cock rubbed against the cub’s backside. It was so soft, and when he let his tip touch Aaron’s fleshy entrance, the way it twitched against him was like an unwitting invitation. One more fresh glob of spit was the rabbit’s final courtesy as he lined himself up, smearing it around to slicken the rim.

The pressure against his tailhole earned a whimper out of Aaron. His protests grew into a louder whine as the rabbit pushed with greater force, and then a cry as the thick cockhead split him open.

The rabbit groaned. The feeling of Aaron’s inner walls squeezing around his shaft was pure ecstasy. “Holy fuck, kid,” he huffed. “Just like that.”

He kept pushing, overcome by the need to hilt himself in those soft, squishy insides. He may have been descended from prey animals, but the instincts that drove him were those of a hungry, horny predator. His entire body trembled with a primal energy. Before today, he never would’ve dared to imagine that this could happen. Now, though, he was getting his first taste of paradise, and he just wanted more.

“There, officers!” a haughty voice cried from his left, breaking him out of his reverie. He looked over to see a modestly dressed squirrel woman, clutching the hand of a young squirrel boy and glaring daggers at the pair of them. She was flanked by two uniformed police officers.

For a moment, the rabbit felt his heart sink into his stomach. The thrill of what he was doing was pushed aside by a momentary panic. Any day before today, it would be over for him. He would have been caught red-handed, pants around his ankles, raping a cub in broad daylight.

The moment of fear passed, though, when he remembered that he was completely safe doing this now, and the realization that the cops’ irritated scowls were directed at the squirrel instead of him brought his confidence back. It was quickly followed by a spark of anger toward the woman for interrupting, which manifested as a fierce thrust of his hips. Aaron gasped beneath him as his cock forced itself another inch deeper.

“Ma’am,” one of the officers, a chestnut-furred stallion, said, “like we told you before, this is all legal now. The fox is nude, so it’s fair game.”

“That’s right, lady,” the rabbit grunted. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

The woman sputtered indignantly, her eyes darting all over, as if searching for the key to take control of the situation. “W-well, it’s still disgusting to be doing it in a public park. He’s scaring my son!” 

The rabbit spared a glance at the boy by her side. He didn’t see any hint of fear. The kid looked confused, clearly not understanding any of what he was seeing, but he didn’t seem upset. If anything, there was an innocent curiosity behind his stare, like he was fascinated by the sight of a bottomless man with his dick buried inside a ten-year-old.

A sly grin worked its way onto the rabbit’s face as he spoke directly to the boy. “Don’t listen to your mom, kid. You’re fine, aren’t you? Me and the fox are just having a little fun, that’s all. Sorry your mom doesn’t want you having fun, too.”

“Don’t you talk to my son, you- you… degenerate!” she screeched, looking like she was two seconds away from leaping at him. The second cop, an orca who towered over everyone else, had to stand in her path to prevent things from escalating.

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to calm down,” he said.

“Calm down?! He’s trying to corrupt my son’s mind with filth! You need to do something!"

The orca cop just shrugged. “He hasn’t committed any crime, so there’s nothing for us to do. You, on the other hand, are close to getting detained for causing a public disturbance.”

“But—"

He held his hand up and cut her off. “Enough,” he said. “The best thing you can do right now is just walk away.”

She looked like she was about to try to argue again, but the orca’s stern glare silenced her protests. She allowed herself to be ushered away by him, tugging on her son’s arm as he tried to keep his gaze locked on Aaron and the rabbit.

“Stupid bitch, trying to stop me from getting some,” the rabbit muttered darkly. The interruption had him even more riled up now. Fortunately, he had a very easy outlet for his anger.

The rabbit grabbed Aaron’s hips hard enough to make him squeal. Whatever restraint the man had before was gone. He still had a few inches waiting to feel Aaron’s warmth, and he had no patience left. With a single, hard thrust, he forced his cock the rest of the way past the boy’s rim, paying no mind to the cry of pain that accompanied it.

Aaron tried in vain to push the rabbit off of him. There was no way he could manage it, but it was the only thing he could think to do. Searing pain radiated up from his stretched tailhole. His insides protested the intrusion, spasming around the invading organ to try to expel it.

The rabbit groaned. “Fuck yes, kid, keep doing that.” Rather than deter him, the motions of Aaron’s inner walls stimulated his shaft, rubbing and squeezing him as if trying to pleasure him. “You’re a natural-born slut, aren’t you? Are all fox brats like this, or are you a special kind of whore?”

He went on like that, muttering crude comments as he started thrusting. Aaron was too young to know what most of them meant, but he understood enough to realize that this stranger was enjoying his suffering. Each time the rabbit pulled back, he had a brief moment to breathe, and a faint glimmer of hope. Then the next thrust came, the spike of pain jabbed into his gut, and the rabbit’s weight pressed down on him and forced the air out of his lungs. It became a cruel cycle, with Aaron helpless to do anything to escape it. He could only lay there and let the rabbit have his way with him.

Between the incredibly tight clenching around his cock, the taboo thrill of stealing a young boy’s innocence, and the satisfaction of knowing that he would face no consequences for it, the rabbit’s entire being was humming with ecstasy. Even though he hadn’t been going for very long, he could already feel himself approaching his climax.

He was ready to let it go. There wasn’t any real reason to put it off, especially when he took a quick glance at his watch and realized that he’d be late if he didn’t finish here soon. With that in mind, he would make sure to leave the little fucktoy with something to remember him by. He was, after all, now responsible for several of Aaron’s firsts. He was Aaron’s first rapist. He would soon be the first to dump a load inside the preteen fox. Hopefully, on both accounts, he was just the first of many to come. The worst thing he could imagine was a perfect, breedable toy like Aaron going to waste and returning to a “normal” life. This should be his normal.

These were the thoughts that filled the rabbit’s head while he hilted himself inside his whimpering victim. Aaron’s pained noises became tinted with confusion and distress as he felt the man’s cock swell and release something warm inside him. It filled him in a way that was somehow even more invasive than the rough fuck itself. The look of bliss on the rabbit’s face just made it even worse.

The rabbit’s orgasm gradually died down, prolonged by his mini thrusts and the little gasps and whimpers that they elicited from the boy. Finally, after a wait that felt far too short for him, and yet agonizingly long for Aaron, he pulled his cock free. It slid out of Aaron’s ass with a wet squelch, followed closely by a thin trail of cum. The rabbit ogled Aaron’s hole. It had gone from pink and pristine to red and raw. An involuntary twitch caused more of his cum to leak out and soak into the surrounding fur.

“You look good like this, boy,” the rabbit said. He wiped the mess off his cock on Aaron’s thigh, grunting as the soft fur caressed his sensitive member. “Holy shit, it’s like every part of you is made to turn me on. If I didn’t have to get to work, I could go again and again with you. Oh well. Guess someone else will have to teach you to suck dick properly.”

Soon enough, his cock was about as clean as he could get it. It occurred to him that the best tool for the job would really be Aaron’s mouth, but in his post-orgasm state of clarity, he decided to give Aaron this one mercy. He pulled up his pants, straightened out his clothes to look presentable, and slipped his phone out of his pocket to take a couple of photos. This was a special moment, and the images of Aaron’s tearful, pained expression and freshly used tailhole would be excellent mementos. In the process, he also noticed the time.

“Ah, shit, I gotta go!” he exclaimed. “Later, slut. Start showing up here earlier in the morning, so people can take their time with you.”

Aaron shook his head, but the rabbit had already taken off. He didn’t understand why that all just happened. Why would a stranger do that to him? Why did this have to happen today, when he had been feeling so happy?

He looked to make sure the rabbit was really gone before pulling himself up to his feet. He was sore in places that he had never felt before, shaking and weakened, but still able to move. He saw his backpack, discarded carelessly in the grass nearby. He had almost forgotten that he was supposed to be walking to school.

Well, he was going to try to run the rest of the way. After what just happened, Aaron wanted to get back to the familiar off-white walls of his school as quickly as possible. There, he would no doubt be able to feel safe.

Aaron made it about halfway toward his backpack when a hand grabbed him roughly by the scruff and yanked him back. He wound up falling painfully onto the bench again, held there by a tall and burly polar bear. The huge ursine grinned down at Aaron as he unbuckled his belt.

“My turn.”

……………………….

Paul sighed as he leaned back in his office chair. Another day of work done. He gave himself a few minutes to just sit and relax, sipping a mug of fresh tea. A glance toward the clock on the wall confirmed that it was around 6 o’clock, well after the point that Aaron would usually get home from school. He must have been really enjoying his newfound freedom and taking his time getting back.

Just as he finished the thought, he heard the front door open and slam shut. He got up and poked his head out into the hallway, calling out, “Aaron? How was school?”

Aaron didn’t say anything back, but the sight that greeted him was as good as an answer to his question. His son looked like he was about to collapse, his legs wobbling, his breaths intermingled with raspy coughs and sobs. Head to toe, he was covered in cum. It stuck in his fur, making it clump up and stick out at odd angles. It dripped off of him here and there, and Paul made a mental note to clean the floors as he saw the small puddle of semen accumulating at the boy’s feet. Aaron opened his mouth to speak, but a small coughing fit hit him, causing a string of cum to leak from his muzzle and dribble down onto his chest, landing right onto a pair of bold, black words that had been written on him in marker:

RUIN ME

Just about everyone who saw the message had accepted the invitation. The reason Aaron was so late getting home was that every other step saw him getting grabbed and fucked by yet another stranger. He had no idea how many; it had all become a big, painful, humiliating blur. He could only clearly remember bits and pieces. A school janitor who dragged him into a closet and dumped a load in each of his holes. A man pinning him down in the park and holding him still while half a dozen others took turns with his ass. A pair of nudist men pulling him aside, the smaller of the two sucking off his partner’s oversized cock before lining it up with the cub’s pucker and pulling the boy down its length. That was only a small sample of the swarm of horny men who had used the helpless cub to relieve their pent-up frustrations over the course of the day.

Despite his son’s state, Paul appeared oddly nonchalant. He acted like he didn’t even notice. “Hey there, bud,” he said. “You’re late. Long day?”

Aaron was struggling to put a full sentence together, stuck in a bit of a dazed state after his rough treatment. “I… I… I don’t- um…”

“I got a call from the school,” Paul said. “They told me you were two whole hours late today. I told them that couldn’t be, since you left the house on time, so they said that must mean you were playing hooky this morning. I can’t believe you’d misbehave like that.”

“I didn’t- It- it was because-” Aaron stammered.

“No excuses,” Paul interrupted with a stern tone. “If you made yourself late by making a scene, that’s on you. They told me that you’re going to be in a lot of trouble if it happens again. You’ll be sent to after-school detention.”

Aaron gulped, trying not to think about the viscous glob of semen that slipped down his throat in the process. Detentions were always overseen by the biggest, scariest teachers in the school, and after today, he didn’t dare imagine what might happen if he were stuck with one of them.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Paul asked.

Aaron shuffled nervously before answering quietly, “I’m sorry… I… I’ll start wearing clothes now, Dad…”

Paul grunted, which Aaron couldn’t quite read. Was it an affirmative grunt, approving of him finally having a change of heart? Was he angry at Aaron for being late, regardless of the reason? Disinterested? Aaron didn’t know for sure.

He scurried toward his room, slipping by without noticing the way his dad’s eyes lingered on his backside as he passed, especially on his gaping tailhole and the white, gooey trail leaking from it.

He shut his bedroom door behind him and turned the lock. For the first time since he left the house that morning, he had a moment of quiet to himself. He leaned back against the door and took deep breaths to try to soothe his racing mind. He tried to block it all out: the memories, the slimy feeling all over, the aching in his muzzle and ass, but he had no way to get his mind off of it. Before today, his nudity would have been a source of comfort: a feeling of freedom and casting off the weight of life’s problems. Now, though, it left him feeling exposed. Vulnerable.

Irresistible. So many of them had used that word. If he ever went out like this again, it would all keep happening. He crossed the room to his dresser. He would never go nude again. He opened the underwear drawer, and then he froze. The only thing that greeted him was the plain wood grain inside the drawer.

It was empty.

He moved down to the shirt drawer.

Empty.

The pants drawer.

Empty.

His breaths started to get fast and shallow, confusion and panic circling in his brain. He ran to the closet where his dad kept all the nicer clothes that Aaron never wanted to wear. Nothing but loose coat hangers; there wasn’t a scrap of clothing anywhere to be seen.

The faint creak of the door set Aaron on edge. He was sure he locked it. When he turned around, though, there was his dad, leaning against the open door with a smirk on his face. “What’s the matter, bud?” he asked. His tone was sickly-sweet now, with just a hint of an unsettling edge.

“I… wh-where are my clothes?” Aaron stammered.

“Oh, those?” the older fox chuckled. “I threw them away.”

“What?!”

“You were very clear this morning that you never want to wear them again, so I figured there’s no point in keeping them around.”

He walked toward Aaron, unbuttoning his shirt along the way. By the time he was halfway across the room, it was left discarded on the floor.

“I- I didn’t mean—"

“Oh, I think you did.” His dad was getting closer with every second, his hands now undoing his belt’s buckle and slipping it off with a disturbing calm.

“But, now I don’t want—"

His dad grabbed him by the shoulder. He paid no mind to the squelching of semen as he squeezed, and Aaron’s ears folded back as he realized, just as he had all day, that he had no control in this situation. “I didn’t raise a quitter,” his dad said. “You said you were done with clothes. Fine. You get your wish. You’re done with clothes. But that also means you get the consequences.”

His hand strayed down to the words scrawled on Aaron’s chest. “‘Ruin Me,’ huh?” he read slowly, teasing the trembling boy. “Who wrote this? Some nice stranger?”

Aaron shook his head, his eyes glued to the floor. “N-no…,” he answered quietly, barely above a whisper. “It was Mr. Samson.”

His English teacher. When Aaron finally made it to class, he shuffled into the room quietly, ignoring his classmates’ stares and whispers as he found his seat. It hurt to sit because of the burning in his tailhole, and the slick feeling of cum pooling on the chair beneath him was an unpleasant reminder of everything that had just happened to him, but at least he was safe now.

Compared to a morning full of rape, the tedium of English class was a relief. Aaron was painfully aware of the other kids’ eyes boring into him, snickering and teasing behind his back, but it was nowhere near as bad as what he’d already endured that day. It continued like this until the bell rang, signaling the start of lunchtime. Aaron was one of the last to stand up, thanks to the soreness all over his body.

“Aaron, I need to speak with you,” Mr. Samson said just as the nude fox finished getting up, and the last of his classmates left. Aaron approached nervously. Was he about to be punished for being tardy?

“Sorry I was late, Mr. Samson,” he muttered. “It wasn’t my fault, I promise…”

“It’s not about you being late,” the otter said, still seated at his desk, “although I will have to report your tardiness. It’s about you coming into my class in such a state and making my job harder. It’s the height of disrespect.”

Aaron shuffled in place uncomfortably. “I’m sorry…”

“Come here,” Mr. Samson said. Aaron complied, but when he reached the teacher’s side of the desk, he froze. He hadn’t really noticed before, but now it occurred to him that Mr. Samson had really only been using his left hand to gesture. Now he knew why; beneath the desk, his teacher’s right hand was hard at work, furiously stroking his leaking cock.

Mr. Samson’s tone was disturbingly casual. “Get on your knees,” he commanded. It wasn’t the first time Aaron heard those words that day, but until now, it always came from a random stranger. It was different when it was a grownup he knew.

“P-please…”

“I said get on your knees!” Mr. Samson’s free hand grabbed Aaron and yanked him down until he fell headfirst into his crotch. He was already close after spending most of the class period leering at the naked boy, so it didn’t take long before he groaned and unleashed a fresh load of cum onto his face. Aaron’s eyes clamped shut, not just to protect them from the spray, but also to avoid watching. He didn’t want to look up and see his teacher’s face, contorted in pleasure while his cock rained ejaculate down on Aaron’s muzzle. By the time it was over, Aaron’s face was dripping, and his nostrils were once again filled with the smell of fresh semen.

“Good boy,” Mr. Samson sighed as he recovered from the orgasm. “You can go now.”

Aaron stood up and turned away, trying to hold back tears, when Mr. Samson stopped him and added, “Actually, come here again. I just had an idea.” Reluctantly, the cum-splattered cub obeyed.

Mr. Samson reached into a drawer and produced a thick black marker. “It just occurred to me that if you’re going to walk around like a slut, then it’s only fair that you come with a label.” He held Aaron still with one hand while he wrote on Aaron’s chest with the other. “There we go. Now no one will have to guess what to do with you. And don’t bother trying to remove it; this marker usually takes a couple of days to wash out of fur.”

Aaron was still staring at his bedroom floor as he finished recounting the story. He couldn’t see the excitement on his dad’s face, but he could still hear the zipper, and then he saw his dad’s pants hit the floor. He was grabbed by the head and pulled forward until his muzzle bumped into the fabric of Paul’s underwear. It was tented out around the man’s swollen length and slick after a full day spent imagining this moment. The smell was the part that got to him the most, though. Over the course of the day, Aaron had gotten very familiar with the scent of a horny male, but his dad’s was the strongest of them all. It filled his nostrils with a single breath and sent him reeling.

Paul groaned as he rocked his hips against his son’s face. The seal was broken, so he was going to enjoy the new normal and make sure it stayed this way. With a firm grip on Aaron’s head, Paul yanked him over to the bed. Aaron found himself lying on his back with his dad hovering over him, staring straight into his eyes.

“Dad… please…,” he whimpered, but there was no sympathy in Paul’s eyes. The older man was too focused on the red, swollen ring of flesh that had once been a tight sphincter. It shuddered under his inspection as Aaron futilely tried to clench it shut. Instead, the spasm just caused another thick glob of cum to squirt out, staining Aaron’s backside and the sheets beneath him. Paul spanked the boy, aiming so that the center of his palm landed squarely on the sensitive rim. The strike earned him a cry of shock and pain along with a splatter of cum on his hand.

“Aaron!” he scolded, although his face was still stuck in a wide grin. “Look at the mess you’re making! You’re going to have to clean all of this up, starting here.” He pressed his hand against Aaron’s mouth, smearing the gooey mess around his lips.

Before today, Aaron would’ve had no idea what his father wanted in that moment. Now, after a full day of learning firsthand all the “cleaning” that grownups liked to use his tongue for, he understood. Reluctantly, he licked across his dad’s palm, scooping up a mouthful of cum and swallowing it with an audible gulp. Aaron repeated the process until Paul’s hand was clean. He thought he might have earned himself a moment of relief, but then his dad inspected the hand and frowned.

“Well, now you’ve gotten your spit all over my hand, Aaron!” he exclaimed. Aaron didn’t see the swing coming, but he certainly felt it when the hand struck him on the side of his muzzle. It took a moment, after the harsh sting set in, to register that he’d just been slapped across the face.

Paul couldn’t explain the twisted thrill he felt in that moment. Something inside him had snapped, tearing his inhibitions to shreds and exposing the darkness beneath. He didn’t know what exactly was fueling it: Aaron’s pained whimpers, the sound of the slap that was still ringing in Paul’s ear, or just the sight of his cum-covered boy, naked and ruined. Whatever it was, Paul didn’t want it to stop.

It became a cycle. Paul smacked Aaron, mostly on his face or his butt. Invariably, his hand came away with a new sticky coating thanks to all the bodily fluids covering the boy’s body. After making Aaron lick it all off, Paul would give him another slap and do it all over again. By the time Paul grew tired of this routine, Aaron had a fresh red handprint adorning each of his four cheeks. Both of them were breathing heavily and erratically, one from distress and the other from exhilaration.

Paul ran his hand down his son’s torso to collect one last handful of jizz. He didn’t make Aaron lick it up this time, though. Instead, he reached down and started stroking his own shaft, coating it liberally. He was so deep in the throes of his arousal that he nearly came then and there, but he was able to hold himself back long enough to make sure his cock was properly lubed up. As tempted as he was to just force himself in, and though it could hardly even be called going in dry considering the cum cocktail flowing out of Aaron’s broken hole, Paul’s primary concern in that moment was making sure he could get himself off with as little trouble as possible. There was plenty of time to try every other way whenever he wanted.

The first couple of inches were easy. Aaron’s tailhole was barely capable of resistance after a full day of nonstop abuse. At around inch three or four, though, the boy’s body found its last reserve of strength. It was as if it was trying to cling to one last bit of control in his life. As if it were drawing the line, insisting that Aaron’s insides would at least be safe from his own father’s lust.

As if it had any choice.

All that this final act of resistance accomplished was that Paul had to grab Aaron’s hips a bit tighter for leverage. With one more push of his hips, he forced the remaining few inches into Aaron’s ass. He didn’t stop until he could feel the soft, cum-soaked fur of Aaron’s rump tickling his balls, and the cub’s innards began to learn the size and shape of the cock that made him ten years ago.

The sound that Aaron made, like a confused twist between a fearful whimper and a mournful wail, burned itself into Paul’s brain. It was the sound of the final glimmer of hope fading, of Aaron’s realization that whatever chance he once had of returning to his old life was gone. The fire in Paul’s belly rose into a roaring flame, fueled by that desperate, pitiful sound.

It faded into a gasp as Paul pulled back, savoring the feel of those velvety inner walls clinging to his shaft. That instinctive clenching, Aaron’s last pathetic attempt to fight back, was now working against the boy. Instead of making it more difficult for Paul, it was stimulating him. It was hugging his cock with a desperate energy. Aaron may have been protesting and pleading for Paul to stop, but it was like his body was quietly begging, “Please rape me harder, Daddy.”

Maybe it secretly was all along. Maybe all those years of acting out came from somewhere unknown: an instinct buried deep inside Aaron that understood his true nature. The thought had Paul revisiting his memories, questioning the details and reframing them to his developing perspective.

When Aaron ran around the house in his birthday suit, was it truly just innocent child play? Or was he showing off his soft, breedable ass? The image of Aaron at age four sprang to Paul’s mind, jumping on the armchair in the nude. The way he held onto the back of the chair for support had him bent over, butt pushed out and legs spread to reveal a hint of his tailhole. The mischievous glint in his eyes hinted at a deeper, more sultry intent. Was that how it really happened, or was it just a lust-fueled fantasy?

When he argued against getting dressed, was he really so oblivious to what he was doing? When he ran, was he actually trying to get away from Paul, or was it meant to get Paul’s blood rushing, so that when he caught Aaron, he’d pin the brat down and punish him for his insolence?

Paul remembered the restaurant incident, with Aaron’s shirt ending up tossed into his face. Was that just a silly, childish act of defiance against his parent? Or was it a calculated move to entice Paul with his scent? If he hadn’t been stopped, would Aaron’s underwear have followed suit, pressed against Paul’s nose in the hope that the smell of his son’s ripe, unmolested privates would send him into a frenzy? That had to be. Aaron was secretly hoping it would end with him bent over the table, ravaged for everyone to see.

Every time he tried to leave the house nude despite his father’s protests, that was the real reason, wasn’t it? It was a challenge. An insult. It was Aaron saying, “There’s a whole world of perverts out there to fuck me if you’re too chicken, old man.”

It all made so much sense. Paul had been blind, but now he could finally see clearly. It had all been building to this moment.

A growl rose in his throat. Never again would this boy, this little slut, get to play those games with him. Finally, he was the one in control, as he always should have been. Putting all his strength behind his hips, Paul pushed forward, burying his length back inside Aaron’s warm, tight passage. Each new thrust brought a new high. Paul had never felt so complete.

Wet squelches accompanied his thrusting, thanks to the generous contributions of everyone who took advantage of Aaron’s nudity. The semen medley they left behind coated his shaft and encouraged him to go as hard as he could, both by easing his entry and by reminding him that the little tramp deserved it. With his precum gushing out in heavy spurts, it all had to make room in one of two ways. Some was forced deeper into the boy’s intestines, making even more of his gut home to strangers’ sperm, while the rest leaked out and joined the mess dirtying the boy’s fur and bedsheets. Either way, it was quickly being replaced by his father’s fluids, coating every inch of his colon that it could reach. The thought was spiking Paul’s arousal almost as much as the actual sex.

By this point, Paul’s thrusts had settled into a steady rhythm. The beat of his balls slapping against his son’s plush rump set the tempo, mingling in the air with the harmony of childish cries and horny grunts. Aaron’s ass clung to his shaft tightly in spite of how much it had been stretched throughout the day, as if it were trying to please him while he fucked it raw. It was working, too, sending shocks of bliss through Paul’s system over and over again.

As the minutes passed, Aaron started to squirm again, until a fresh slap to the face reminded him not to struggle. It was increasingly hard to sit still, however, because the base of his dad’s cock was getting thicker, forcing his sensitive rim to stretch even more to accommodate it each time it slipped in or out of him. He realized that it was Paul’s knot, growing to lock them together and seal a fresh load of cum inside him. He recognized it thanks to a wolf that raped him on the way home from school. The canine showed the boy the purpose of that thick bulb of flesh by cramming it into him and then ripping it out before it shrunk, giving Aaron a close look at it while he wiped his dick clean on the cub’s face fur.

The memory had Aaron whimpering as his dad’s knot swelled. If anything, though, that only seemed to encourage him to go harder. Paul wasn’t holding anything back at this point. He was fucking his son at full force, rocketing toward his finish as his knot popped in and out. Aaron’s tailhole was helpless to stop it. It was stretching well past its normal limits now, but Paul gave it no choice.

A cry of pure ecstasy, almost a howl, ripped from the man’s throat as he buried himself inside his son one last time. With his knot firmly locked on the other side of that red, smooth ring of flesh, instinct took over. His hips moved of their own accord, switching from deep thrusts to small, rapid ones. The stimulation on his knot pushed him over the edge.

His whole body shook as the most intense orgasm of his life hit him. “Fuuuck yesss…,” he groaned. “Take it all!”

It was funny. Just yesterday, if someone had caught Paul in a sentimental mood and asked him, “What was the best moment of your life?”, he probably would have said something like, “When my son was born, and I first got to hold him.” Now, though, he had a new best moment. From now on, if someone were to ask him, he would look them dead in the eye and say, “It was the first time I came in my son’s ass.”

It really was, too. Nothing else came close to this. Every moment of frustration with his disobedient child culminated in this release. All that pressure and desire, boiling up for years, finally put at ease. Each new blast of cum sent a jolt through Aaron’s body and forced his inner walls to clench. Paul’s claws dug into Aaron’s reddened rump, savoring the boy’s whines and the way it made him squirm. Whether willingly or not, his ass was milking his dad for every drop of seed he could muster. By the time Paul started to wind down, he’d filled Aaron with so much that even if he hadn’t spent the whole day getting used like a cheap sex toy, every inch of his colon would have been painted pure white.

Now was the moment that Paul expected the post-nut clarity to kick in. This was when he’d realize how fucked up this was, and he’d become overwhelmed with shame. But… that moment never came. He looked down at Aaron’s battered, cum-covered body, and he didn’t feel an ounce of regret.

‘He chose this,’ he told himself. ‘This is what he is.’

The defeated look in Aaron’s eyes only reaffirmed this belief. Despite everything that happened throughout the day, when he first got home and retreated to his room, there had still been a spark of hope. Now, it was gone, snuffed out by the filling of his own dad’s jizz sloshing around inside him. All that was left was a quiet resignation. He understood, now, that today was just the first of many.

After a few minutes, Paul’s knot began to deflate. It was still too large to remove painlessly, but Paul didn’t mind that little detail. The second he was able to, he forced it out with a sharp tug. Aaron’s cry made him tempted to ram it back in and see how many rounds he could manage without stopping, but he thought better of it. No need to break the boy even more than he’d already been broken. At least, not yet.

He took a quick shower and got dressed. There was a moment that he considered skipping the clothes himself the next time he went out, but then he thought better of it. He wouldn’t want everyone to think he was some sort of pervert.

……………………….

Chucky was careful not to make any noise as he slipped out of bed. Mama was a pretty heavy sleeper, but he didn’t dare to wake her and have to explain what he was doing up so late. The 7-year-old squirrel couldn’t stop thinking about the events of the day, starting with the encounter in the park.

He first spied the older fox boy when he was running around in the field. It was so strange to see someone naked like that; Mama always said that wasn’t allowed, but here was a cub doing it and looking super happy. Chucky felt funny as he watched; he couldn’t tell if the feeling was good or bad, but he just knew that it made him curious.

Mama looked really mad when she saw the fox, though. She grabbed Chucky’s hand hard enough to hurt and yanked him away, muttering something about “what the world is coming to,” whatever that means. Chucky thought that would be the end of it, but then a couple of minutes later, Mama got even more mad when she saw a rabbit man talking to the fox boy. She pulled Chucky away again until she found a pair of policemen and told them the rabbit was doing something bad. Chucky didn’t understand it, and it didn’t seem like the policemen did either, because they seemed angrier at Mama for trying to tell on the rabbit and the fox. And then there was the thing that the rabbit said.

“Sorry your mom doesn’t want you having fun, too.”

Chucky couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was Mama keeping him away from some sort of game, like when she wouldn’t let him go to a friend’s sleepover?

When the policemen led him and Mama away, Chucky waited until Mama was far enough ahead not to hear over her own angry ranting, and he quietly asked them about what the rabbit said. Was Chucky allowed to be naked like that fox boy?

“Sure, kid,” the orca answered with a funny sort of grin. “You can do it whenever you like, though it sounds like your mom might try to stop you. If you do it, you should probably wait until she won’t notice.”

So that’s what Chucky did. He went to school, came home, ate dinner with Mama, and gave her no hints that he was still thinking about that fox boy in the park. He waited until he heard her snoring from her bedroom. That was when he got up and slipped out of his pajamas. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, taking in the sight of all his light brown fur, exposed to the world. A nervous but excited chuckle escaped him. It almost didn’t feel real as he pried open his window and climbed out. He knew the way down by heart, having snuck out many times before when Mama grounded him. Never quite like this, though.

The feeling of being naked outside like this took some getting used to, but by the time he reached the park, his confidence had gotten high enough that he was no longer peeking around every corner nervously or covering his crotch with his bushy tail. He hardly made it three steps into the park before someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.

He jumped and turned around in a panic, but he quickly relaxed. It was the two policemen from earlier, the horse and the orca. Tonight, though, they were both as naked as Chucky, their muscular bodies on full display, sporting big grins and even bigger erections.

“Hey there, kid,” the orca said, his tapered, prehensile cock bending down to rub Chucky’s cheek. “Had a feeling you’d be back.”

“And after getting blue balled watching that little fox cocksleeve earlier, we just had to make sure we’re the ones that pop your cherry,” the horse added.

He rocked his hips to let his own member, a long and hard monster of an equine shaft, slap against the other side of Chucky’s face. Chucky’s nostrils burned at the blast of pure, unfiltered musk radiating from the hot flesh, but the dizzy, swimmy feeling it left him with was weirdly pleasant. The horse grabbed Chucky by the back of the head and smushed his face into his crotch. This position gave Chucky a good look at the words tattooed on his pubic bone:

CUB WRECKER

Chuckling, the horse stroked his length a few times, coaxing out several fat globs of precum and flicking them straight onto Chucky’s face. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands,” he said, looking down at their new toy with a hungry gaze. “We’re gonna have fun all night long.”