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Fox's Punishment

“You know, Peppy almost caught me the last time we did this,” Fox was standing up, a camera droid on his bed, both streaming his movements and projecting the feed from his partner's camera above it: a crystal clear image of Wolf O'Donnell, lying back with his legs spread, camera right between them, with a perfect view of his entire body; enormous, knotted cock included.

“Should've let him watch,” O'Donnell chuckled deeply, idly nursing his fat, erect prick while Fox gazed at it.

“You nuts? He'd yell the whole ship down if he saw this.” His ears flicked at the thought: Peppy walking in, catching him camming with his arch rival of all people. All those intense space battles with team Star Wolf, and there had been Fox, fingering his asshole in front of their leader. He'd never hear the end of it, to put it mildlly.

“What, you think the old man's never done this kinda shit?” Wolf scoffed.

“Ha! You think?” Fox grinned at the thought. He'd always figured Peppy to be a kinky old fucker, not that the rabbit would ever confess as much to his own team. “But it's more, you know... I mean, it's you of all people.”

“Yeah, yeah, can't have the old timer finding out I stuff your ass on the regular.”

“Right...” said Fox. “But enough about that. You didn't call to talk about Peppy.”

“Uh-huh,” Wolf grunted, cock twitching in anticipation. “So, go on, then, pup. Give your owner a show.” Fox blushed a bit at that, his groin already tingling at the sight of Wolf's manhood, and the sound of that deep, powerful voice echoing in his ears. He suddenly felt very put on the spot, objectified by O'Donnell's eager and lustful gaze, and he loved it. The thought of Peppy walking in and catching him displaying himself for their rival leader caused a warmth to spread through his body, his flaccid member already twitching. It felt so dirty... Stripping down for O'Donnell of all people...

Tossing his vest to the ground, he then worked at his jumpsuit, kicking off his boots as he did. Wolf gazed at him, licking his lips and stroking himself just a bit faster as he admired the strong and athletic body slowly coming into view. Fox could still feel the warm tingling of his arousal spreading through his body, cheeks still blushing ever so slightly pink. He could never get enough of this: showing off for Wolf, stripping down, presenting and displaying his nakedness for this powerful and dominant example of male. He made quick work of the rest of his clothes, until he stood in front of the camera in nothing but his now slightly tented boxer-briefs. Wolf looked him up and down, his dick pulsing harder still as he admired his form, his muscles, his package.

“Turn around,” Wolf growled, the lust oozing from his voice. His tail swishing excitedly, Fox did as he was told, and then bent over for him. His underwear clung to his pert ass, gripping his body tight, practically begging to be torn from Fox's body.

“This what you want, huh?” Fox teased, bringing his hands back and grabbing hold of his own asscheeks.

“You're a whore, McCloud,” Wolf grunted, his tip already glistening with pre. “Get 'em off.” McCloud kept himself bent over for a moment, letting Wolf get a good, long look at his rump, teasing him a bit, before he slipped them down around his ankles.

“Grrrff... That's the shit.” Wolf enlarged the picture, staring at the juicy fox ass presented to him. “Know what I'm gonna do with that cunt, pup?”

“Tell me...”

“Gonna dig my claws into those cheeks, spread them wide and tongue fuck your pussy 'till you're real wet for me.” Fox gave an aroused growl, his fully erect prick pulsing between his legs as the mental image flooded his mind. “Then, I'm gonna- grrff!” His fantasy was cut short for a moment when Fox took his cheeks and spread them, revealing his tightness to the fox-hungry wolf.

“Yeah...?” Fox's voice was breathy; he wanted to hear more. Wolf collected himself, and continued.

“Then I'm gonna jam a finger up your ass. Make you moan, shove it in right up to the knuckle. Tease that sweet spot of yours.”

“Y-yeah?” Fox bit his lower lip as he imagined it. Fuck, he really need that right now – and more...

“Then I'll shove you on the ground, pin you there, wreck that sweet pussy of yours with my cock. Knot-fuck your hole 'till you're screaming for me.” Fox nearly came just hearing it all. It wasn't just what he was saying, it was the way he said it; that deep, growling tone that only came out when Wolf really wanted to breed. O'Donnell's words alone were enough to get him leaking.

“You know I need it,” said Fox.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.” Wolf kept stroking himself, steadily, he didn't want to cum too early – and, staring at Fox's ass, that was a real possibility. He watched on as Fox spread his ass wide, and then moved to slide a finger between his cheeks. “There you go, pup... How's that feel?” Fox slid it inside, gasping as his digit was pressed into his tight, needy fox hole.

“I-it's good,” Fox whined, getting it in good and deep, massaging his walls and making his own dick quiver some more. “I wish it was your cock.”

“Oh, I bet,” Wolf grunted. “Fuck, McCloud. You know I'd fuck your ass like nothing else. Treat you like you deserve: like my own little fucktoy.” Fox gave a moan, still finger-fucking himself.

“I need it,” Fox whined. “I need you, Wolf.”

“That's it, pup.” More aroused growling from Wolf. “Come here.”

Fox assumed the usual position: on his bed, legs spread with the camera between them. He lay back, lifting his legs. With the way he and the camera were positioned, Wolf got a real good view of Fox's ass and balls. Licking his lips, Wolf picked up the pace of his stroking while Fox fingered himself with one hand and jerked himself off with the other. They were both lost in the moment, enjoying each other and pumping at their aching dicks, now wet with their pre.

“Wolf...” Fox whined, thrusting a finger deep into his asshole and making himself gasp for it. “Oh, shit, Wolf-! Nggh- wish... it was you...!” He was finger-fucking himself again, tilting his head back and basking in the sensations surging through him.

Fox let his moans fill the room, his voice breathy and dripping with need, and while he enjoyed himself, a set of heavy footsteps were making their way towards his quarters.

“Slippy getting soda in the damn generator,” Peppy muttered to himself. “Gotta stop letting that frog snack on his candies wherever he damn well pleases.” He huffed to himself; he was about to let Fox know that they'd need to take a break at the nearest garage so they could look over the blown pieces of engine before the damage worsened and things started catching fire. The old rabbit had only just registered the sounds of fevered moaning when the doors slid open and he was treated to the sight of his leader, Fox McCloud, lying naked with his legs spread and a finger up his ass.

“Wolf! Fuck me, Wolf! Knot my cunt!!” he bellowed, a hand furiously pumping his dick. Peppy could just about make out the feed from Fox's display from where he stood, of Wolf pumping his own gargantuan canine dick to the camera. Peppy froze, mouth agape. Wolf O'Donnell... of all people... Fox was camming with their arch rival.

Peppy had a million different ways of handling what he was looking at swimming around in his head, but he went with his tried and true reaction to being shocked by his own team's antics: angry yelling.

“What in the space-damned HELL d'you think yer doing, boy?!” His voice boomed around the room, and Fox yelped in shock, knocking over his camera as he leapt from the bed and covered himself with his hands.

“Peppy! Ah, fuck- this isn't- shit...”

“Ah shit, good luck with that, pup!” Wolf disconnected. Peppy stepped forward, glaring daggers and crossing his arms, awaiting an explanation.

“O'Donnell, huh?” he grunted.

“L-look, Peppy, I...” Fox hesitated and stuttered. “Hey, when do you get to decide who's dick I take, anyway?”

“Boy, that wolf's tried to shoot us outta the sky more times than I can count, and here you are flashin' yer goodies to him!” Fox looked away, cheeks burning pink. He sighed, hands slipping away from his junk as he stood there in front of the older male, shuffling anxiously from foot to foot. Peppy then looked him up and down: strong, lithe, muscular, and with a modest five inch dick, drenched in pre; uncut, unlike Wolf's canine member. Another huff from Peppy: “Y'ain't much like your father, I'll tell y'that...”

“Wha-”

“Nothing,” Peppy grunted, shaking the memories from his head, and then glancing down at Fox's tool. He really was so much smaller than his father, and Peppy found it increasingly difficult to quit thinking about the older McCloud's enormous vulpine prick.

“Uh, Peppy?” Fox spoke up. “Did you actually come in here for something or...?”

“Huh? Oh, oh, no, I ain't done with you yet, boy! You think you can go spreadin' yer cheeks for our rival team, on my ship, huh?!”

“Geez...” Another roll of Fox's eyes.

“Boy, you need to learn some discipline, I tell ya.” Peppy scowled, and then took Fox by the dick.

“Gah-!”

“C'mere! We're gonna head to my quarters, and I'm gonna give you a damn good piece of my mind, and more!” His grip tightened, and he pulled at it, practically dragging Fox along by his erect prick as he stormed out of the room.

“W-wait, hey, what if the others see me like this?!”

“Consider that part of yer punishment.”

“Punishment?! Aw, c'mon, old timer, aren't you taking this too seriously?” Fox was blushing deeply, pulled along by the furious rabbit down the Great Fox's halls, and Fox knew damn well that Slippy was going to be seeing this on the security feeds at some point...

He was brought to Peppy's room, where he was once again looked over and scrutinized, standing in the middle of the room while Peppy glared at him.

“So... punishment, huh?” Fox asked. He wondered what in the world the old man had in store for him that involved being dragged here of all places, and he watched as Peppy locked the door to give them some privacy. “Oh, right, wouldn't want anyone walking in. Don't you hate it when that happens?”

“Hm!” Peppy grunted, and then paused, thinking his options over for a good couple moments. “Alright, boy, if you wanna act like a horny fucker, I got something mighty fun ready for you. Y'might even enjoy it.” He gave a low chuckle; an oddly cold and mischievous one that made Fox shudder a bit.

“Y...Yeah...?” Fox tilted his head slightly, growing more curious by the second. His five incher had softened, but only sightly. It still stood semi-erect, quivering between his legs.

Peppy went over to his bed, kneeling down and pulling a large case from under it. Fox just watched on, naked and curious as the older man rooted around inside.

“Where the hell- there it is. Been a good while since I had to bust this kinda stuff out.” Peppy looked down at his collection: a mess of various sex toys. Other than the downright intimidatingly-sized dildos, he hadn't used any of this stuff since James.

“You... You're kidding, right?” Fox asked as Peppy returned to him, testing the cane he'd just pulled out on his hand a couple times.

“What, not your thing?” Peppy scoffed.

“I...” Fox's blushing deepened; he didn't answer the question.

“Bend over,” Peppy suddenly ordered. “Imma 'bout to spank the ever-loving fuck outta yer ass, McCloud.” Fox went to assume position, scowling at himself when he did. His submissive nature had taken over; he didn't even question it, he just leaned forward towards Peppy's bed, ready to obey, but then hesitated at the last second.

“Is, uh, this necessary?”

“Damn right it is,” said Peppy. “You wanna act like a slut? I'll show you how ol' Peppy treats sluts on this ship.”

“Fuck...” Fox gulped. There was a certain dominant tone to Peppy's voice that he'd never heard before. He'd heard authoritative Peppy before, sure, but this... this was something else. Peppy had always acted like a father figure to Fox, but now the term “Daddy” was really starting to stick out in his mind... Under Peppy's stern gaze, Fox slowly, and nervously, bent over the bed in front of him, sticking his pert vulpine ass out.

“Tail up,” Peppy ordered, and Fox obeyed. McCloud was already gripping the sheets, ready to receive the punishment to his ass. He was even wondering if he might enjoy it, just like Peppy said.

“C'mon,” Fox thought to himself. “This is Peppy of all people, you can't...” But why not? It wasn't the first time he'd let himself be treated like this, after all. So it was Peppy doing the domming this time, so what? He could just lie there and enjoy it... Enjoy letting another man assert dominance over him. His dick was throbbing again, and Peppy gazed at the soft, furry fox ass presented to him. Fox took in a breath when he felt the cane dragging across one of his cheeks. Cursing to himself, he braced for the worst; this was gonna hurt like hell. After a few taps of the cane to Fox's rump, Peppy brought it up high and smacked it across McCloud's cheeks.

“Gaaaah, fuck!” Fox yelped, hands gripping at Peppy's sheets, toes curling as the older male brought that thin, cruel thing down across his asscheeks a second time, then a third... The sound of Fox's ass being punished filled the room, and Peppy's long rabbit ears twitched and flicked at the sounds of the vulpine's yelping. Fox whined, “Haaah! S-shit, old timer-!”

“Old timer? Ain't you got any respect?” Peppy grunted, smacking the cane across McCloud's furry cheeks once again and earning more pained yelps. “How's about you call me “sir”, huh? C'mon, I'm waitin'!”

“Wha- gah!!” More slaps of the cane, more yelps and cries from Fox. He buried his head in the bedsheets, gasping with wide, watering eyes while Peppy continued his punishment. Cursing to himself again, Fox conceded, and gave him what he wanted. “Yes, Sir!”

“That's better. Yer a bad fox, ain'tcha?” Peppy's lips were curled into the biggest grin; he was enjoying this more than he should. The stiff package in the crotch of his jumpsuit was proof enough of that. The way Fox squirmed, the way he moaned, the way those cheeks shook ever so slightly whenever he smacked them. He glanced at the cane, and then tossed it to the side, now grabbing hold of one of Fox's cheeks and making him gasp; his cheeks were already sore, and the rough groping only made it worse.

“I... I'm a bad fox...” Fox muttered, blushing deeply with embarrassment.

“The hell was that s'pposed to be? Louder, boy!” He brought his hand down across one of Fox's cheeks, smacking it firmly and earning more yelps from the younger vulpine.

“Ah! Dammit! I'm a bad fox! I'm a bad fox!!” Fox cried out, and he continued moaning it as Peppy gave his rump a few more brutal and unrelenting slaps with his bare hand.

“Yeah, damn right y'are.” Peppy could feel the crotch of his suit growing wet, his cock already leaking into his underwear. He bit his lips, shaft pulsing excitedly, unable to stop himself from staring at the ass in front of him. “Hm... Maybe you are like your father after all...” He gave Fox's ass one more slap, before moving back. “Stand up, boy. I've got plenty more planned for you; y'ain't outta the woods yet.” Fox gave a trembling sigh, and did as he was told, his diminutive maleness twitching shamelessly between his legs as he stood in front of his father figure, with both sets of cheeks burning bright pink at this point.

After giving Fox's athletic body and small dick another look over, Peppy casually and wordlessly started to strip off. Fox would have asked what he was doing, but he already had a feeling this was where the old man was going with this... And he wasn't complaining. As embarrassed as he was about it, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't spent a good few nights pleasuring himself to the thought of a dominant Peppy having his way with him. Older men and all that...

“Don't be givin' me that cock-hungry look,” Peppy smirked, tossing his vest aside and pulling the jumpsuit from his shoulders. “Yer gonna have to work for it if you so much as want a taste, boy.”

“Y... Yeah, right- I mean, yes, Sir.” Fox shuffled from foot to foot, his dick quivering still, eyes locked on the tubby old rabbit as the jumpsuit was pulled from his thick frame and kicked aside, leaving Peppy in nothing but his boxers, tented and stained with pre-cum. Fox could already tell he was bigger than him. So much bigger than his own little fox dick; fatter, too. Big, fat, and straining against Peppy's boxers. Fox just stared at it; he could have started to drool at just how juicy the package alone looked...

Peppy couldn't help but feel just the slightest amount of smug pride at the look Fox was giving his bulge, and, after letting him soak it in for a few more teasing moments, promptly dropped his boxers and unleashed his beer can thick, seven inch manhood. The head of the fat thing was sopping wet, glistening with pre, and Fox absent-mindedly licked his lips at the sight of it.

“Shameless li'l slut, ain'tcha?” Peppy growled, taking himself by the base and sliding his foreskin back to reveal the pre-slick cockhead.

“Shit, old ti- er- Sir...”

“Heh... A mite bigger than what you're packin', huh?” Peppy stepped close, pressing their dicks together and earning a breathy gasp from Fox. Peppy was rock hard, and now throbbing against his own five incher, which Peppy was now eyeing. He took them both in his hands, giving Fox a few firm tugs. McCloud had a good thickness to him down there, but his length paled in comparison to Peppy's: his five inch prick versus Peppy's seven inch beer can...

Fox couldn't help but press forward as their dicks were knocked together, Peppy's manhood slapping firmly against Fox's much smaller length, smearing it with the rabbit's pre. Peppy then pressed his hips forward, his low-hanging, hefty balls now smooshed up against Fox's sack, his cock pouring huge amounts of sticky fluids onto the vulpine's length and coating the thick, white pubic fur at the base. Fox himself was spurting large amounts of pre onto Peppy's cock and balls, his hips humping forward and his legs quivering slightly.

“Ngghh... Peppy...” Fox breathed, biting his lower lip and giving the rabbit a bashful look, his body growing needier by the second. He reached down to take Peppy's thickness, but was quickly slapped away.

“Hey! Watch it, boy; yer outta line.”

“S-sorry,” Fox gulped, hands now obediently by his sides.

“You'll get my dick when I say you do, that clear?”

“Yeah...” Fox nodded, though his hands were already twitching towards Peppy's crotch, as if they had a mind of their own. It took a lot of willpower to keep himself from wrapping his fingers around that shaft.

“I got the perfect thing for you, y'little whore.” With that, Peppy moved away, and Fox gave a slightly disappointed whine. He'd been enjoying the feel of a bigger man against his own little dick so much. He now watched as Peppy returned to that case he'd yanked out from under his bed, soon pulling out two objects: a cock ring, and a dildo. Fox didn't have time to question it before Peppy tossed the dildo onto the bed and slapped the cockring around McCloud's base. It was a thick, metal thing which glowed with a faint green hue once it had latched onto Fox's dick. He noticed the mischievous glint in Peppy's eyes, and tilted his head with a pang of nervousness in his gut.

“A... cockring?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah, but it ain't a normal cockring. This thing uses... eh, some science-y guff to keep you from blowin' yer load. So long as it's on yer dick, you ain't nuttin' a single drop.”

“Seriously...?” Fox looked down at himself, the cockring gripping tightly at his very base, gripping his shaft and sack tightly while his prick trembled with need.

“Mhm!” Peppy could feel his own dick pulsing between his thick legs. He was hard as all hell – it felt like it had been so long since he'd reached this level of firm, aching stiffness. It wasn't like he was sex-deprived or anything; Peppy got plenty of action, but this... Dominating McCloud like this, watching the younger male – his own leader – quivering with need right in front of him, the lustful and needy way Fox addressed him as “sir', and now the control he had over Fox's own dick... It could turn an old man on like nothing else. And, of course, there was the thought of James that cropped up in his mind every now and then, who he couldn't keep from comparing Fox to. Peppy cast his thoughts back to the intense, mouth-watering assfucking he and Fox's father had together way back when. So much incredible, ass-wrecking sex; Peppy had never met a man who could fuck like James. With a grunt, he shook the thoughts away. This was no time for reminiscing: this was a time for teaching this horny little fox bitch his place.

“On the bed,” Peppy order. “On your back, legs up.”

“Uh, y-yeah- yes, Sir.” Fox nodded quickly, and did as he was told, his dick bouncing about as he hurried over to the bed and got into position. Peppy gazed at him: Fox lifted his legs up obediently, his tail swishing, and his ass lifted up slightly, presented to the older man.

“Now that's a tight cunt right there...” Peppy muttered to himself, his cock giving an eager twitch at the sight of it, though he wasn't ready to fuck just yet. Fox would have all the rabbit cock he could handle, in time. Now, with Fox on his back, legs up and ass spread, Peppy took the dildo from nearby. It was an inch smaller than his own cock, and not as thick, but that knot at the base was going to give Fox a good stretching regardless. “Here you, go, y'dirty li'l slut. Get you nice 'n' ready for ol' Peppy's cock.”

With that, he spat on the toy, lathering it up before pressing the tapered head against McCloud's opening. Fox took in a breath, tilting his head back while his dick leaked onto his belly. He brought his hands down, taking his asscheeks and spreading them wide as the head of the toy strained against him, before finally popping into his body.

“Gah! Ooh... Ohh, Peppy...” Fox closed his eyes, squirming as the toy intruded into his inner reaches, his ass getting a decent stretching from the firm shaft as it was pushed deeper and deeper into him. “Mrrff...” His toes curled, and his grip tightened on his cheeks, spreading them wider and giving Peppy better access to his neediness, all while the rabbit used his free hand to pump steadily at his own erect fuckstick.

Fox was so tight – Peppy had known just by looking at it, and the toy was having a bit of trouble being shoved in there, but Peppy kept on pushing. Lube? Psh! All he needed was some good, old-fashioned spit! And so, he kept thrusting the toy deeper inside that tight vulpine asshole, earning more gasps and groans from Fox, who obediently lay there, taking every inch until the knot was pressed against his entrance, which earned yet another gasp from him.

“Ngghh!” Fox clenched his teeth; he was having trouble taking it.

“Hmph! C'mon, boy! You wanted O'Donnell's cock, didn't ya? I saw him on the feed – huge fucker, ain't he? Y'aint gonna take that fat prick if y'can't take this!” He shoved the toy in hard, the knot finally being forced inside, and Fox crying out as the dildo was firmly lodged inside him. The shaft and knot pressed firmly against his insides, stuffing his passage; he felt so full, and he lay panting, hands slipping away from his cheeks as he basked in the sense of that firm toy resting inside him.

“Stroke yerself,” Peppy ordered, and Fox didn't disobey. He started jerking his five incher, his hole gripping the toy inside of him as Peppy grabbed a small controller from nearby and flipped a dial up a couple notches. In an instant, Fox felt the toy vibrating against his depths, now gently slapping at his prostate and making his eyes widen in surprise.

“Fuck-!” His balls tightened, and he felt like he could blow at any moment, at which point his cockring tightened.

“How's it feel?” Peppy said, slowly turning the dial up another notch.

“S... So good...” Fox whimpered.

“Yeah? Feel like cumming, slut?” Fox nodded quickly, his stroking growing faster, his ass tightening around the toy. The vibrations intensified, and Fox suddenly felt a few slight jolts to his sweet spot: a special feature of this one toy. Just a few teasing electrical jolts to his prostate, every one of which drove him crazier and only intensified his need to cum.

Hand a blur, he kept jerking himself off, humping into his grip while the dildo tormented and teased him. He felt so close; he should have cum by now. His shaft and fingers were absolutely drenched with his pre, and his taint kept clenching and unclenching, his prostate aching as it was pounded and jolted. He opened his eyes, gaze meeting Peppy's. The rabbit had a huge, cocky grin on his face, knowing full well how needy Fox was getting at this point.

“I-I'm... I'm close-” Fox panted.

“Ha! I'm sure y'are,” Peppy chuckled, hand moving to grip the toy at its very base. He gave it a few thrusts, jostling it about inside Fox's ass and making him cry out as it slapped against his overly sensitive sweet spot. Fox bit his lip, his hand still working at his dick. He felt close; so, so close, and his body was screaming for release. Hips thrusting up and his grip tightening, he kept trying his hardest to cum, but that cockring was no joke. He couldn't manage a single spurt other than his pre, even as his prostate was hammered and tortured by the toy shoved in him. His brow was covered in sweat, his other hand balled into a fist, his nuts bouncing around as he stroked.

“Shit-!” Fox growled, looking back up at Peppy with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Need to blow, huh?”

“Yes!” Fox gasped, driven wild by sheer need. “Yes, please! J... Just a bit...?”

“When I'm ready,” Peppy grunted, his own prick throbbing at Fox's high-pitched pleas and whimpers. It felt so good having this much control. He wanted to yank the toy out and shove his cock inside in its place, but not yet. He liked to take these things real slow, and so he was content to torment Fox for a good, long while, watching as he squirmed and tried hopelessly to bring himself to climax, all the while the fat wolf cock in his ass continued to vibrate and pummel his sweet spot.

“Gaaah, please!!” Fox bellowed, the wet schlorping sounds of his hand sliding up and down his sopping dick filling their ears. “F-fucking... need it... please, I'll do anything, please!”

“You'll cum when I say so, not a second before. This is still meant t'be a punishment, remember?” Peppy growled, shoving the dildo forward again and making it jab at Fox's insides. He was thoroughly enjoying the way McCloud writhed and wriggled on his bed, and the sound of Fox's constant pleading made his own cock throb even harder. “Ngghh! Fucking hell...!” Fox whimpered. His arm was getting tired, and he had to swap hands after a good while of helpless stroking. “L-let me cum... Let me cum, please, Sir, please...!” The begging just kept coming; it was a pitiful sight: the strong, brave and heroic Fox McCloud, pumping his little dick like his life depended on it and begging for release. Fox was aware of how pathetic he looked, but he didn't care; he just needed to blow, and he'd beg and plead as much as he needed to in order to reach his desperately-needed release. It all felt so shameful...

He thought to himself: “What would the others say if they saw you like this? Falco'd be having a field day...” He let out an extra whimper at the thought. He'd never hear the end of it, Falco would tease him at every opportunity, reminding him of the time he shamelessly begged to be allowed to cum, wholly submitting to Peppy of all people, to the old man of the group... But, dammit, he couldn't bring himself to put his own pride over his need to cum. Falco could have been right there with him, and he'd still be throwing away his shame and pleading for the honour of being able to blow his load for Peppy.

His balls, taint and prostate were aching, his cock an absolute mess of pre, his chest rising and falling with his panting breaths.

“P... Peppy...” he whimpered, clenching his teeth, eyes watering, his hand starting to ache with how hard he was stroking. He quickly grew too tired to keep stroking, and his hand slipped to his side. Now, he just lay there, ass stuffed and dick quivering. Peppy gave an amused look, watching Fox panting there in front of him, his own hand nursing his rock hard member.

“What's the matter? Tired out?” Peppy teased, before bringing his hand to Fox's dick.

“Mm!” McCloud squeaked at the attention, and Peppy started to very slowly rub at it, his thumb moving across the sensitive tip, smearing pre across his fur.

“So damn needy...” Fox was so reactive to his teasing, squirming about still and arching his back as the rabbit toyed with him.

“Hmph... Get yer ass up in the air,” Peppy grunted. Fox obeyed, his whole body trembling as he assumed the position: on his front, ass high in the air, his hole gripping the base of the toy and keeping it lodged inside him. He felt Peppy take it, the knot tugging at his hole, before the toy was pulled out of his hole.

“Haaaah...” Fox gasped, face pressed up against the bed, his furry rump presented to the older man who was now gazing at the tightness hidden between his cheeks. Still so tight, despite taking the whole toy. Well, Peppy sure as hell wasn't gonna complain.

Discarding the toy, Peppy took Fox by the cheeks and slipped his cock between them, his pre-covered head prodding at McCloud's cock-hungry ass.

“Ngghh...” Fox took in another breath, pushing back a bit as Peppy prodded and poked at him. The rabbit slapped his cock against that needy hole, before pushing forward and forcing his way inside. “Haaah! Oh, shit...” Peppy leaned forward as he entered, hands slipping forward to grasp Fox by the hips. He knew what he wanted to hear from his little bitch...

“Call me Daddy,” he said. Fox looked over his shoulder, that neediness ever present in his eyes, as well as a sense of embarrassment and bashfulness.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” Fox whimpered, pressing his hips back towards the older man and letting that big, fat bunny cock slip deeper into him.

“Ooh, that's it. Good boy.” Peppy growled, leaning forward a bit more and giving a good, hard thrust that buried a good several inches of his manhood into McCloud's fuckhole.

“Ngghh! D... Daddy...” Fox couldn't control himself. Peppy could have asked him to do anything, and he'd do it. Another breathy gasp left his lips as Peppy hilted inside him and gave him several deep, shallow thrusts. Fox braced himself, ready to take the pounding Peppy was about to give him. It felt so dirty: “Daddy” was a good name for him, considering their relationship, how Peppy had brought him up, raised him, acted like a father figure – and now he was balls deep in his ass.

“D... Daddy...” Fox whimpered shamelessly, ready to take his pounding. Peppy let his dick throb against Fox's walls a few times, before slowly sliding back, and then thrusting everything he had inside. “Ahh! Fuck yes! F-fuck me!” Fox's lips curled into a massive smile as he felt Peppy's cock ploughing his insides, the rabbit's thick hips working back and forth, showing incredible speed and stamina for an old timer.

“Mm! Ooh, yep, definitely like your father!” Peppy growled, putting his weight down on Fox and reaching around McCloud's chest to hold him tight. Their bodies pressed together, Peppy's chubby belly smooshed against Fox's back, the rabbit continued to plough and breed the cock-desperate fox hole in front of him. He gave hard, swift thrusts, causing Fox to stain the sheets under him with pre. The vulpine's crotch still ached for release, but that cockring was still doing its job and keeping him mere inches from orgasm. He was drooling down his chin, eyes rolling back as Peppy had his way with him.

“Y'like ol' Peppy's cock, boy? Huh? This is what y'wanted, right? Big, fat cock up yer ass?!”

“Yes! Nggh, fuck yes, Daddy!” Fox whimpered, voice dripping with sheer need. “S-so... fucking amazing...!” Peppy was breeding him like a wild animal – Fox had never thought the old man capable of such brutal and intense fucking.

Peppy was having the time of his life. He used his leader's asshole deep and hard, his thick hips working expertly at Fox's hole, his own fat asscheeks bouncing up and down as he had his way. Looking down at his bitch, it occurred to him again how much similar Fox and his dad looked. If he squinted a bit, it kinda looked like it was James himself he was fucking.

“Oh, if you could see yer boy now...” Peppy thought to himself. “Taking this old cock like a champ... Heh... Kinky fucker'd be proud, I bet...” He kept Fox pinned, his fucking picking up the pace.

“You wanna cum, cock warmer? Huh?”

“Yes!!” Fox cried out, the promise of emptying his nuts making his dick twitch. “Please, l-let me cum, I need it!” Peppy eyed the controller that he'd placed nearby. All he had to do was press a single button, and he'd have Fox empting himself all over his bed. He was almost there: almost ready to let McCloud blow... Almost.

“Mm! Clench yer ass like that some more and maybe I'll let you,” Peppy growled at the firm grip Fox's hole had on his dick. Fox did just that, tightening his muscles around Peppy's shaft as he took the breeding he was getting, sweat dripping from his brow, his balls tense and ready to empty themselves.

Peppy could feel that tightness driving him towards his own climax, his cock reaching deep into Fox's hole, his balls swinging to and fro, ready to flood Fox's body. He still had his arms around Fox's chest, holding him close as he fucked, his climax building up with every thrust.

“Nggh... Gosh... durnit-!!” Peppy gasped, and then gave out a deafening moan against Fox's ear, a hand moving to flail around for the controller nearby as he began pumping McCloud's ass full of his seed. His hand slammed on the button nearby, and the cockring relaxed his grip. One more blow to Fox's prostate, and the quivering vulpine felt himself finally reaching the point that he'd been so desperate for in an instant.

His eyes wide, and his ass being pumped full of old rabbit cum, Fox emptied himself all over the bed, his vision swimming from the intensity of it. It was the hardest, most mind-numbing orgasm Fox had ever experienced in his life; he couldn't remember the last time he'd cum this much. He had a dumb look on his face the whole time, tongue lolling from his mouth, eyes rolling up, chin covered in drool. His load splattered across his chest and belly, his whole body tingling from sheer pleasure. Meanwhile, Peppy was still giving him some hard, shallow thrusts while he finished up, cock prodding deep into Fox's ass, hips pressing firmly against his bitch's firm, pert cheeks. His movements slowed, and he was soon resting hilted inside Fox's body, satisfied and grunting deeply.

“Fuck... Fuck, that's good...” he breathed. Fox could feel every inch in his ass, Peppy's cockhead probing his depths, the length twitching a few more times as it started to soften.

The two males were spent, and Fox groaned under the tubby older man while Peppy put his entire weight down on his vulpine form. Fox collapsed under him, lying in a massive pool of his own cum while Peppy lay on top of his smaller frame.

“Good boy,” Peppy grunted, grinding his hips against Fox's ass for a bit longer, before popping his dick out. “Real good boy.”

“Thuh... Thanks...” Fox breathed, his ass aching and his body full of cum. He could feel the stuff dripping from his hole and down his taint.

The two were silent for a bit, until Fox spoke up again.

“You're... not gonna tell the others about this, right?”

“Hm, well, how's about this: you keep bein' a good li'l slut for ol' Peppy, and I won't tell anyone that I went balls deep up yer ass while y'called me Daddy. That sound good?”

“Y... Yeah...” Fox nodded, and Peppy glanced down at him. “I mean... Yes, Daddy.”

“That's muh boy,” Peppy smirked a bit, his flaccid member now dangling over his freshly drained balls. Peppy sat back in his bed, thinking to himself. Looked like he had a good piece of fox ass to enjoy whenever and however he liked – just like the old days.

THE END