White Card: Got what you asked for
Hi hi all this is a quickie story written today in under half an hour
Its been germinating in my head since I saw a game of Card Against Humanity and the White card "ordering a wiener at the county far only to be raped. Got what you asked for didnt ya." came up
for fun I might try this again in the future
Got what you asked for By Bunnyboy
This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to Bunnyboy...
Warning the story contains a non consensual sexual encounter between an adult male and a male cub. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy
Marty was having fun at the county fair. His folks had let him run off on his own since they were looking at the tractors and he wanted to ride the rides, and play the games. He had a wrist band that let him on all the rides so there was no problems there. And he rode the scrambler, the little rollercoaster, and the gravatron to his hearts content. He lost count of how many times he'd have been sick if he'd had food in his belly. The little 10 year old raccoon was having a blast he'd burned through half his allowance on the midway games. He knew everyone said they were rigged but those air rifles were so much fun.
He was hungry now so he started walking up and down the food stalls. Fried dough, and twinkles, tempted him as did the French fries and onions, as he pulled out the small wad of ones to see what he could afford he caught site of the menu bored on one of the smaller stands. It said "French fries $2.50 Hotdogs $3.50 Wiener $1.00"
"I wonder what the difference between the hot dog and the wiener?" Thinks the boy as he looks at the tubes of meat sizzling in front of the big bulldog behind the grill. "Maybe the wieners are smaller, or they don't have a bun." Speculates the boy as he watches the dog skewer two sausages on little wooden spikes. The boy thinks for a moment if he gets a hotdog he couldn't afford a fried dough after. But he could get two wieners and still get a fried treat after. Best to start with one for now though just in case.
Since there is no line the little cub walks right up to the counter. "Could I have s wiener please?"
"One wiener coming up." Says the bulldog as he leans forward. His big thick paw seizes the front of Marty's shirt and jerks him up off his feet and into the stall.
The coon pup squeals in surprise then shock as he's spun around and flopped belly down onto the counter. In a flash he feels his pants jerked down and something hot and hard thrust up under his tail. He takes a breath to shout but a big strong paw clamps down over his muzzle just as the Bulldogs big fat cock stretches him wide open. The boy tries to squirm, to scream but it's all muffled by the hand as the dog thrusts in and out. The pace is a steady beat insistent but not savage and the little boys eyes cross as the sensation of his now pummeled prostate seeps past the pain of unexpected entry. The bulldog grunts as the slap slap slap of his balls on the boys thighs mark time. It's a workman like fucking steady and dependable and just as the boy starts to wonder when it'll stop, it does the dog pauses his bone buried deep and cum filling the customer.
The dog pulls out with a wet plop letting Marty slide back off the counter. There is a ding of the register and a one dollar bill is pressed into the coons paw.
"That was your one dollar Wiener please feel free to come back any time". Says the bulldog as he ushers the cub, pants still around his ankles, out the back door. The boy stumbles and almost falls into the grass as he spots a few other dazed Cubs just lingering most clutching at a similar soiled bill.