C'mon. He doesn't Bite. Hard.
Tris belongs to me.
Jizzal, Nyn, and Punk belong to their respective owners
Jag's one word cameo belongs to me! BWAHAHAHA.
This is an adult story. For serious.
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Tris knocked on the door. He was standing on the porch in a pair of jeans and a jacket, looking down at the address he had written down. He was coming over to hang out his friend Jizzal's place for the first time. He was good friends with the skunk, and his boyfriend Nyn. But every time he had talked to them he saw them at a party or at their mutual friend Jag's place for movie nights and such. They had even been to Tris' place, but he had never gotten around to it until this point.
The door opened and Tris found himself looking at Nyn. The grey wolf smiled, "Hey Tris, you're right on time." He opened the door wider to let Tris in. "Jizzal, the bunny's here!"
Tris cringed a little at the volume to his long ears, but smiled and padded in. He squeaked and flattened himself back against the wall as a big feral canine rushed to get a sniff of him. Tris calmed somewhat when he saw a collar and tag in amongst all that fur, but was still weary. "Say, That's an interesting... um... what breed is he?"
Jizzal chuckled as he entered, "That's Punk, our Folf. Half fox, half Wolf."
"I thought that cross wasn't supposed to be possible...?" Tris' eyes widened.
Nyn smirked, "That's what we said, but we got his DNA tested. We feel pretty unique, having one and all."
"Is he domesticated...?" Tris said slowly, still staring at the folf.
Jizzal giggled, "Well he doesn't crap inside and he doesn't attack anyone..." The skunk sat onto the couch and patted the spot beside him. "C'mon, Tris, take a seat."
The hare scooted away from the Folf, who watched him, before taking the offered seat. As soon as he was down, Punk's head was in his crotch. He squeaked loudly in surprise and tried to push the big hybrid away, "H-Hey!"
"Never said he was tame." Jizzal giggled.
Nyn grinned wide and sat next to his skunk boyfriend, "That means he likes you."
Tris blushed deeply as he realized that his jeans were starting to feel tighter. A wet sound came from his crotch and he realized that Punk was licking! "H-Hey..." He panted.
Nyn rolled his eyes, "Punk, give the bunny some time to get to know you. Maybe a date first."
Punk looked at Nyn with what Tris could have sworn was an amused grin, before sitting down and resting his chin on Tris' knee.
Jizzal smiled and reached across the hare to scritch Punk softly, "Go on, Tris, pet him. He only bites people he refuses to nuzzle in the crotch." He winked at Tris, who blushed still.
The hare reached tentatively, and started to rub behind Punk's ears softly.
The big canid lidded his eyes and let his tongue loll softly, making a soft rumbling sound in his chest from the pleasure.
"See, now you're friends, Tris." Jizzal smiled and kissed Tris on the cheek. Nyn and Punk gave him almost the exact same look. The skunk made a soft clearing of his throat, looking towards the door and tilting his head the same way.
The grey wolf perked, then grinned, "Oh damn. Sorry Tris we forgot to rent that video we were gonna watch."
Tris turned to look at the other two as Punk started nuzzling at his paw affectionately. "Erf. Well there's still plenty of time to go get it, right?"
"Yeah. Let's go." Nyn stood.
Jizzal mmmfed, as if he had just remembered something. "Oh crap, with all the shit in our car we only really have two seats. You don't mind staying here while we get the video, do you, Tris? I'm sure Punk will take care of you. He likes you a lot."
The folf nodded at this and pressed his muzzle under Tris' outstretched paw.
Tris looked back to Punk, before returning his gaze to the couple, "Okay. Don't take too long, alright?"
"We won't" Jizzal smiled and padded over to where Nyn was holding the door open. The skunk looked back just before he left the house, "Be good Punk, and don't do anything you wouldn't do with me around."
Nyn chuckled and shut the door, locking it. Tris looked back to Punk, who was wagging his tail like crazy, grinning at the hare. "At last, we're all alone..." He lept at Tris.
Tris squealed in terror and rolled off the sofa, scrabbling along the ground.
Punk growled happily at the sight of the bunny rump scampering away from the couch, admiring its shape and the way it filled out those jeans, until it stood and turned a corner, headed for the stairs. Punk jumped down of the couch and trotted after his quarry. When he rounded the corner, he bounded forward and landed on Tris' back, pushing him forward onto the stairs.
The bunny eeped and braced himself, whimpering fearfully as Punk's muzzle came right up alongside his own.
"Sweet little bunny afraid of the Folf...? Poor thing..." Punk whispered huskily in one of those big floppy ears.
Tris closed his eyes, shivering and muttering to himself, "T-this can't be happening this can't be happening..." His mantra died off as he felt something hot and hard push against his tail fly. The bunny was lazy and never did it all the way up. He shuddered as he realized exactly what the folf was doing.
"Such a sweet bunny has such a sweet bunny rump..." Punk whispered huskily. Tris found the voice strangely relaxing, even though it made him blush. "Don't mind if I slip in to it for a moment, give it a test ride..."
Tris opened his eyes wide as he felt the tip of the canid shaft press to his woefully exposed tailhole, spurting some slick pre against it. Tris whimpered softly, "P-Please..."
Punk licked softly along Tris' neck, giving it an affectionate nibble. He swished his tail, releasing even more of his musk into the air. "Please what, little bunny?" the folf hardly breathed out his words.
Tris shuddered, and whined softly, the part of his mind telling him to give in starting to win over the side that was terrified. He felt his own shaft holding his jeans taught in the crotch and rump from arousal. After a long moment he whispered, "P-Please be gentle with me...?"
Punk blinked, having expected the hare's will to hold out a little longer, before he growled lustily, "What was that, bunny?"
Tristan whimpered. His mind was shattering. That was the only explanation. He felt on the edge of tears, "P-Pease! B-Be Gentle with me..." He managed to speak aloud.
Punk felt something odd when the hare cried out like that. He could have sworn it was sympathy. But since the folf had not had such moral thoughts in many a year he pushed it away. But still it was a good enough request, "I would not want my new bunny spoiled..." He chuckled, before slowly pressing his tapered shaft into the hare, inch by inch spreading his ring.
Tristan groaned softly, feeling the penetration begin and his own loins swell further from the lust he was getting instilled with, grasping the carpeting on the stairs.
Punk nuzzled the side of Tris' head firmly, "You can take your clothes off if you want, Bunny." He reared up, pushing his shaft deeper in the hare as his paws spread and landed on the handrails. He started to hump himself deeper again as soon as he was situated. "You won't be needing them soon..."
Tris flopped down on the stairs as more folf cock pushed into him, his right arm buckling fully and leaving the bunny laying there with his arm sticking straight out left across his chest, his cheek pressed to the next step up. He reached back with his unpinned paw and started undoing his clothing as best he could. His lone paw soon got his fly and button undone, his whole body rocking with the slow, almost tender motions of the Folf's hindquarters, which somehow managed to press the thick canine cock deeper and deeper into him, rubbing so many sensitive spots inside him. The hare resisted the urge to paw at his shaft as soon as it was free, flopped against a lower stair and starting to leak pre, and reached his paw back to undo the button over his tail, the only thing keeping his pants on.
Punk grinned as he felt that paw graze his belly, knowing that the hare was following his suggestion. The tip of his fuffy tail came around and pushed down on the jeans while he was pulling away, causing the bunny's rump to be exposed for the first time, "Oh, bunny... That's a sight..." He muttered, before he resumed thrusting, starting to push a bit harder, wanting to see if Tris took off his jacket too.
Tris gasped softly as cool air rushed in around is hips for a moment, before it seemed the air got heated up by something. He panted and groaned as the thrusts started coming harder, his free arm flipping to pull his paw into the sleeve, before he brought his arm down out of his sleeve and down against the step so he could push his upper body up, starting to get bruised on that shouder. The folf leaned in a moment and pulled the jacket over to his right side with his teeth, exposing Tris' back. A moment later he felt a hot body on his back and he realized Punk had come back down onto him, starting to bump the bunny's tailhole with his knot every time as he started to growl lustily in the hare's ear again.
The folf rumbled, his whole body warming the hare up from its proximity, "Mmmm... I'm gonna make the bunny all mine. How does the bunny like that?"
Tris could only moan as the knot teased his rump once more.
"I thought you'd be thrilled..." Punk chuckled and ground his knot again and again, inciting whimpers and moans from the hare, "Does the bunny want a nice fat folf knot?"
Tris blushed deeply. During the few sexual encounters he had had with canines, he had only been able to get off if they had tied to him. But none of them were as big as the folf. He was conflicted for a moment, whimpering, before he breathed out, "Y-Yes...."
"What's that?" Punk teasingly ground his knot over and over again.
"Y-Yes, Please..." The hare stammered in full voice.
Punk looked bemused, "Such a polite bunny. I shall be proud to own you..." He started thrusting harder, stretching the hare's pucker each time. By now the hare's jacket was only around one wrist and his pants were around his ankles. The folf licked his lips and then along the hare's neck, "Mmm... Almost mine..." He grunted, his knot nearly making its way into the tight rump, before popping out.
Tris whined softly. He wasn't sure what Punk meant by owning him, but if the folf gave him this much pleasure. Tris blushed at the thought, but any thoughts to the contrary were getting driven away with the thrusts into his body. All thoughts were drown out moments later as Punk reared back and thrust in hard, popping in his knot, which rapidly swelled. At the same time the folf clamped his jaw around his neck, not tight enough to draw blood, but enough to ensure that he couldn't move. Tris squealed at the combination of stimuli and started to cum all over the carpeted stairway beneath him.
Punk growled happily and gave a couple more pumps with his hips before he was filling Tris with his seed, marking the bunny's insides as his, even as his musky form was working his scent into the hare's fur, marking his outside. When he stopped filling the hare with seed, he released the bunny's neck and licked over it affectionately, "Mmmm... Good bunny."
Tris blushed deeply, panting in afterglow, having slumped onto the stairs as best as he could as he came. He weakly removed his paw from his sleeve of his jacket, leaving nothing on his upper half but the folf keeping him nice and warm. Although it started to become obvious that the heater had not been turned on since Tris started to shiver as the chilly air returned after about five minutes or so.
Punk tugged his softening knot out of Tris slowly, as it had gotten small enough to do so, and eased the rest of his member out after it. He slid off of the bunny, which caused him to shiver more. "Poor bunny all cold now? You won't be cold after you're mine..." He chuckled, and lowered his head to give the bunny's rump a naughty lick, before his muzzle closed on the bunched up jeans on Tris' ankles. He tugged a bit, and they came off fully. Punk sat back to enjoy the view of the naked bunny, all messy and coated in folf musk. After a good moment of that he bent down again and scooped Tris' foot into his muzzle, starting to suckle it softly, before easing the other foot in alongside it. He growled happily and took a gulp, drawing the feet into his throat.
Tristan panted softly, his mind awash with sensations and sex in the afterglow, which was leaving him very chilly on the staircase. He blushed softly as he started to feel warmth on his legs. "W-Warm...." He muttered, starting to chuur in anticipation of being warm again.
Punk chuckled through his nose and gently eased Tris' knees off the soiled carpet, taking another gulp or two to get to the hare's waist, where he tenderly licked over his spent loins, taking in his flavor and closing his eyes, feeling his own lust starting to return as he resumed tucking the bunny away.
Tris moaned softly as the soft canine tongue caressed his loins and pucker, before that warmth started over his hips and up his torso. His feet pressed against something soft and wet and elastic, squishing a bit between his toes. He was a little confused by this, and then his knees started to bend from the pressure of his feet getting pressed harder there. Soon his knees met more of the same and he felt his arms being pulled up over his head. He opened his eyes and squeaked in surprise, disbelief, and terror. His world was framed by the upper and lower jaws of the folf, and his arms were hanging out with his ears. He whimpered, and squirmed as best as he could in his position with what little energy he had left, but the folf's thick tongue slathered over his face tenderly, as if trying to sooth him. He murmured softly, hoping Jizzal and Nyn got home soon. When the tongue left his vision, his world was smaller by a great degree, and he could see the back of Punk's back teeth on either side of his vision. He whimpered, his elbows sliding in as his feet got pressed to his rump in what could only be the folf's stomach. He could hear breathing all around him, and the world went dark as his head passed line of sight with the outside world. The folf's rich happy growl filled his ears from all sides now, feeling the warmth of the predator wrap around his wrists, before his world tilted a bit, and he figured Punk must have sat back on his haunches. The thick tongue came out to wrap around his paws and drew them in, before he heard the soft click of his teeth coming together, sealing him inside the feral form. Tris whimpered, Punk's heartbeat loud in his ear, before more breathing sounds. Finally his head popped into the stomach with his body, followed by his arms. He was forced into a fetal position by a strong belch, which tightened the chamber, before he felt himself swaying back and forth.
Punk got up on all fours and started to pad back to the couch happily after his belch, thanking his owners mentally for getting him an elastic collar. His massive gut cleared the ground by a few inches. He hopped up onto the couch with little difficulty and lay on his side, nuzzling at the bulge of the bunny's head in his distended belly. "Good bunny. All mine now..." He let out another belch and rested his head on the bulge as it stopped its soft squirming.
The door unlocked and In strode Jizzal and Nyn. Jizzal perked, "Punk, what are you doing?" He strode over agitated. "You're supposed to digest on your bed."
Punk rolled his eyes and rolled onto his back, revealing his gurgling tummy for bellyrubs, as well as his quite hard arousal.
Nyn chuckled, "He's incorrigible. Did Tris like his ride?" The grey wolf asked the family pet.
Punk looked thoughtful a moment, then nodded. He growled happily as Jizzal started to rub his belly and feel over the bunny inside, "Now make sure to reform him in the morning, Punk."
The Folf rolled his eyes, as if that was the first thing he was gonna do in the morning, and it was silly to remind him.
Jizzal giggled and cuddled up against his pet Folf, rubbing his hardness gently, "Let's take care of this and then we'll watch the movie, alright?"
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