Probing Punk
Punk, Vincent, and Gelus belong to their owners
Tris and the story belong to me
This story contains lots of teasing, implied sex, and implications of Vore.
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Punk stepped up to the rather large door of the house he had been told to come to. This was the first time he was actually picking Tris up for one of their dates. In the couple weeks they had been seeing each other they had met at the mall, at the hare's school, at his own college campus, and in the park. He idly wondered how big bunnies could get as he looked up at the door. It had to be 15 feet tall!
After wondering at this for a moment, he reached and tugged on the chain to the side, hearing a bell ring. He wondered Idly how rich the bunny he was dating actually was, since he had never seen evidence that Tristan lived in this sort of luxury.
"Coming!" The hare's voice came from deep in the house. About thirty seconds later the door opened and Tris smiled, "Hey, Punk."
The folf smiled in return, hiding his fascination with the massive door behind it as he beheld the face of the hare he was seeing.
The white hare opened the door further with little effort, at least little visible effort, and stepped aside, "C'mon in. I still have to clean up a bit before we can go out."
"That's alright." Punk stepped in, swaying his tail slowly as he took in the sights. The house was large, not in the way that a mansion is large, but rather it had normal furnishings, but they were all... bigger. "The movie is in an hour and a half."
"Make yourself comfy, this shouldn't take too long." Tris kissed Punk on the cheek and turned to run up the stairs, which were also bigger than normal.
The folf growled happily at the kiss and as he watched the bunny's rump bounce its way up the stairs and out of sight. He whined when it was gone from view and padded over to one of the couches that wasn't too massive for him to get up onto. As he sat into place he heard muffled voices from the upstairs corridor, before he heard a shower turning on. He sighed and rested his head on one paw, elbow on the arm of the couch. His ears flicked when he heard someone coming down the stairs.
When he looked he saw a massive morphic deer, wearing a turtleneck sweater with a coat over it, and some slacks. Well the slacks weren't really slack, as Punk discovered, his eyes fixating on the massive bulge in the pants of the deer. The cervine had hooves and hoof-like hands, with only two fingers and a thumb on each, all with thick hoof-like protrusions. The deer was also very pudgy, his body seeming round all over as he made his way down the stairs. "Ah, you must be our little Tristan's beau."
As the deer approached, Punk realized that he stood at least a foot and a half taller than the folf did, if not more. He looked on, trying to hide his awe as the deer effortlessly sat onto the large couch, causing it to creak.
The deer smiled, his eyes obscured by round dark sunglasses, "I'm Vincent, Tristan's guardian." Punk must have made some sort of confused look, since the deer continued, "Didn't know the bunny was Adopted, hmmm?"
Punk blushed, feeling stupid, "It never came up..."
Vincent chuckled softly, "What do you two talk about, I wonder..."
Punk averted his eyes, resisting the urge to mention that they don't talk much, but rather hold an extended foreplay throughout the date before retreating to somewhere secluded. "Uh... school mostly."
"Ah yes." The deer smiled, "Tristan tells us you're a freshman at FSU."
The folf smiled a bit in return, glad for the change in subject, "Yes I am."
"And what are you studying?" Vincent scooted a little closer, and Punk once again became aware of the practically unnaturally large bulge the guardian was sporting in his pants.
"Uh. Well at the moment I'm undeclared." Punk swallowed nervously and forced his eyes to Vincent's face, which didn't help, since he still couldn't see the deer's eyes through those glasses. "I'm trying to get my GE done before I decide."
Just then Tris' voice came down from upstairs, and Punk realized the shower sounds had finished, "Vincent? Where are the towels?" Punk's eyes widened and he crossed his legs as mental images of the hare dripping wet and naked danced about in his head.
Vincent turned his head and looked to the stairwell. "I'll be there in a moment to help you get ready!" The deer gave a smile back at Punk before he got off the couch. Punk watched the pudgy deer ascend the steps, and could have sworn he saw Vincent starting to undo his pants as he turned the corner out of sight.
A moment later, Punk felt more than heard someone behind him. He turned and his jaw dropped. A white wolf stood behind the couch, towering over the furniture and the folf. Punk understood why everything was so massive as he looked upon the wolf. He was wearing an open "peasant" shirt, and a Kilt. The problem was the kilt was sized for a normal furre, so it looked cut like a miniskirt on the wolf, who didn't seem to mind. The wolf must have been eleven feet tall, at the very least, and the couch vibrated a little as he walked around the couch and sat in a positively huge armchair nearby, "So this is the famous Punk. Nice name."
The folf was still staggered by the size of the wolf, and was struggling to stay focused on his face when there were muscles visible in the open top of the shirt he wore and he had a sneaking suspicion that if he looked down further he'd see right up that kilt. "It's just a nickname I've had since I was little. It stuck, and hard."
"I can imagine." The giant wolf rumbled, and extended a paw to the folf, "I'm Gelus. I believe you met my Mate, Vincent."
Punk tentatively reached a paw to accept the shake, his heart sinking as he realized this was Tris' father figure. Massive, muscular, handsome, and making his legs cross a bit more. His eyes dipped and saw up the kilt. He saw a sheath and sac that were even bigger than the proportion for his body size, and realized if he had been shorter, or sitting on the floor, he would have gotten that view while the wolf was standing, and that the lupine didn't care in the least.
Gelus' arm flexed as he took the paw in his own, and Punk found himself in the air, before he landed on the giant wolf's lap, disoriented, "Now Punk. I care about my little bunny a lot..." The large paws started to work over the grey and red folf, and undressed him effortlessly, "And I want to know who he's spending his time with."
Punk blushed deeply as he found himself being stripped, unable to resist as the thick masculine musk from under the kilt drifted up, making him a bit more complacent. "Y-Yes Sir...."
"And since I didn't feel any condoms in your pockets I'm gonna screen you for all those nasty STDs..." Gelus grinned, sucking on a finger then bringing it down to grind at the folf's rump. "So relax and try to answer my questions as best as you can."
Punk's eyes widened and he whined a little, very intimidated by the male who was starting to probe at his rump with a finger. "Y-Yes Sir...."
"Now, I want to know if you've mounted lil Tris yet." Gelus pressed his finger in, his other paw moving to rub over the folf's sheath, which was already quite swollen from the teasing he had been through so far. "That won't be as important if I find you to be clean..."
Punk groaned softly at the sensations, writhing a little, but the paws held him in place, "W-We've done other stuff, but not mounting...." He panted as the finger in his rump started sliding in and out of his rump, getting deeper each time, his shaft starting to grow hard in the other paw, "Unnhh..."
Gelus smirked, "Oh, so what have you done?" He increased the motions of his paws as he spoke, his own arousal growing under his Kilt. He'd have to do something about that after his bunny left with the folf. If he found the folf satisfactory, that is. One of his large ears perked and he grinned at the sounds of a deer and hare moaning as well, and knew Vincent was helping Tris prepare for his date.
"H-Handjob... F-Frotting one time... and I blew him once..." Punk said, remembering their previous dates, and having hoped tonight would be the night he mounted Tris. The thoughts, along with the working fingers of the wolf, drove his arousal on, until he cried out and came moments later.
Gelus grinned, catching every drop in one big paw. He smelled it carefully and tasted it a little, "Yup, you're clean, Punk." The wolf licked his paw clean and worked the folf's clothing back on, keeping his finger deep inside Punk's rump, holding him close. "Another thing, pup." The older wolf spoke quieter into the folfs ear.
Punk shuddered at being called pup, but listened. It was hard not to listen to a wolf that had his finger on your prostate. "Y-Yes Sir...?"
"If you're planning on eating our little Tris, you better be sure you're serious about the relationship." Gelus smirked at the folf's reaction, one of surprise, and recognition to the fact that the wolf was not indeed using a euphemism. "He grows very attached to anyone who eats him, folf. I don't want you thinking you can get away with getting what you want then breaking off the relationship." Gelus flexed his finger inside Punk, causing his knuckle to pop.
Punk shuddered at the unique sensation, "I-I'm serious, Sir... I promise..."
Gelus smiled warmly, then pulled his finger out and did up the folf's tailfly, patting his rump and setting him down fully dressed. As he did, he saw Vincent lead Tristan down the stairs.
The hare was dressed in some snug low riding jeans and a lavender halter top that showed off his just barely pudgy belly in a way that made all three other males in the room smile. Tris' hips seemed to be a little wider than usual, but it could have been the cut of the jeans. He had a bracelet or two on, and his hair was braided in such a way as to not interfere with his ears. Tris smiled warmly at Punk, padding over and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Awww..." Gelus smiled, and patted both on the head, not really caring that his paws smelt very musky from what he had just done. "Such a cute couple, Don't you agree, Vin?"
Vincent smirked and walked over, "Now enjoy the movie, and don't be back too late. Our bunny gets little sleep enough as it is."
Punk nodded, "Yes Sir...s." He backed away from the giant and very odd pair, before Tris took his paw and started leading him to the door. He looked at his watch and realized why. "We have to run! The movie starts soon!"
Gelus waved as the pair left and the door shut, smiling at his Mate and leaning in to kiss him, "Ah, young love."
"Where shall we play while our bunny is away?" Vincent chuckled after returning the kiss.
"I was thinking the kitchen."
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Punk helped Tris with his seatbelt as he got into the car, "So... um... You're adopted?"
Tris blinked, then blushed, "I guess it never came up, did it...?"
The folf nodded, "Not really."
Smiling warmly, the Hare sat back in his seat as Punk started the car, "I hope Gelus didn't probe too hard."
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