It was tourist season in Bunnyburrow. Late autumn was home to the annual [i]Vegetable Festival,[/i] a less than indicative name since the denizens of Bunnyburrow produced and consumed mostly carrots, but it drew in the city folk and brought some prestige to the sleepy countryside. There were games to play for tickets an always popular prize stall. Most of the games were just farm chores cleverly disguised as play. Cubs from the city were happy to play along, dazzled by the novelty of agricultural tasks.

Notable among the cubs were the scouts, all looking spiffy in their olive uniforms, many with merit badges glinting on their sashes. For a while they helped to set up the attractions, stake down the tents, fill the tubs for carrot-bobbing. That had been early in the morning and their reward came now, close to noon, when their scoutmaster dismissed them to let them play and enjoy the festival. Most did so gladly. But there was one, the young, bright-eyed fox of the group, who wasn't content to play games. He wanted a prize - an enormous plush carrot almost the size of his own body - but playing the games and making a fool of himself was a less than appealing idea. Even at a young age, Nick Wilde was looking for a shortcut.

For most of the morning, another fox had been surreptitiously watching Nick. This fox was bigger, burlier - and dumber, but with a certain slyness to him when he was driven. His name was Gideon Grey, and he was a native of Bunnyburrow. He had seen plenty of cub scouts in past festivals, but never a fox like himself. He liked to bully the scouts, the stupid little do-gooders. They were even more fun to torment than the other country kids. And a fox who happened to be a scout, well, Gideon saw possibilities for bullying and other amusements.

For all his stupidity, Gideon was attentive when it came to his own goals. He saw Nick gazing at the prize counter again and again, that sad and longing stare. The scout wanted one of the plush toys, but he didn't seem to want to work for it; Gideon had the cure for that. Being a brash country boy had its perks, and when the adults weren't paying attention, he swiped a whole reel of prize tickets and shoved them into the front of his overalls.

While the Vegetable Festival noisily went on and the sun boiled high in the sky, Gideon moseyed over to the younger, smaller fox who lingered by the farm plots. Nick looked up at him, smiled somewhat nervously. "Hi there," he said coolly. "I'm Nick, what's your name?"

"Gideon Grey," said the chubbier fox, and stuck out a paw. Nick took it and Gideon squeezed a little harder than he should have. When Nick winced, Gideon grinned toothily, but the Nick tried to take it in stride. "Yer one of them cub scouts, huh?"

"Yes, I am," Nick said with some pride. He even puffed out his chest and showed off his badges. Gideon wanted to rip the sash off of him, throw it in the ditch, stomp on it. But he kept his temper in line. "You live around here, Gideon?"

The bigger fox shrugged. "Sure do. Ain't a city boy like you."

Nick's ears wilted back. He said, "I wasn't trying to be-... I'm just here on a field trip, okay?"

Gideon snorted. "Yeah, I know. Yer gonna get on yer bus at the end of the festival an' head on home, ain't ya?"

"Well, I guess so, yeah," Nick murmured.

The bigger fox grinned. "Ain't you gonna try and win one of those big dumb carrots?"

Nick's eyes darted to the prize stand. It was a ways off, but the big plush carrots were plain to see. He tried and failed to sound indifferent when he said, "I don't care if I get one. It's not a big deal..."

Sly and smug, Gideon reached into his overalls and pulled out the roll of tickets. There must have been hundreds of them, all connected like sausage links, all bearing the legend [i]Bunnyburrow Vegetable Festival - One Ticket.[/i] Nick's eyes widened at the sight of them all.

"Want 'em, city boy?" Gideon asked.

Before he could even consider what the other boy might want, Nick nodded eagerly. "Yeah!" His mother had always warned him about situations like these. He asked, with some distaste, "But, um, what do you want for them?"

Gideon tucked the tickets back into his overalls. He tugged at his suspenders and chuckled. "Why don'tcha take a walk with me, Nick? I can figure a thing or two I might like fer all these tickets."

Nick looked at the festival, but nobody was looking back at the two foxes, suspicious as they were. He considered for just a moment, then nodded his head. "Okay, I guess."

"Pretty smart of ya," Gideon snorted. He pawed Nick's shoulder, led him into the farm fields. Out past the carrots and the onions, into the tall cornstalks. He said as he led Nick deep into the crops, "I'unno about you, city boy, but I don't like wearin' clothes 'less I got to."

The smaller fox said nothing, but he stared at Gideon nervously as the bigger, fatter fox undressed. First his overalls came off, then his grubby white tee. Then all he had on was his underwear: red briefs, soaked in sweat and taut around his genitals. He grinned at Nick and moved in close to him, grabbed the smaller fox by the arm, said lowly, "Don't you go tellin' anybody about this, either. You got that?"

"Yes-, yes, I got it," Nick whined. "I don't want to get naked..."

Gideon Grey snickered. "Well, I guess ya don't gotta," he said, "not yet, anyhow. But you better sooner or later if ya want the tickets." He skewered Nick with a sharp glare. "You do want 'em, don't ya?"

Nick nodded sharply. He felt tears coming; felt a lump in his throat. He actually didn't want the tickets, not now that the bigger fox was showing his true colors, but he knew better than to admit it. "Just don't hurt me," he murmured.

At this, Gideon laughed. The sound was almost disarming, but his grin kept Nick on edge. "I ain't gonna [i]hurt[/i] ya, city boy," he scoffed. The unspoken implication was in his tone: [i]As long as you don't gimme a reason to.[/i] He pulled Nick by his shoulder, brought the smaller fox in close, and suddenly planted a kiss on his soft, sticky lips. Nick's eyes widened, his paws shot out and grabbed Gideon's bare, sweaty shoulders, but the kiss was over before he could even try to escape it.

"You like kissin' boys," Gideon said - more statement than question. He smirked at Nick. "Yer some kinda queer, huh?"

"Um, wh-what?" Nick stammered. He took a step back but Gideon pulled him back in, sharply. Nick yelped, and Gideon touched noses with him, growled, glared in his eyes.

"Don't ya go makin' a bunch of noise now, Nick," said Gideon lowly. He sat down in the dirt, pulled Nick along with him, and shifted his grip to the smaller boy's ascot. "Ya want them tickets, ya better start lickin' me."

Nick stared at Gideon. He kept the tears inside, but he was afraid of the older, bigger fox and his erratic behavior. "Lick-, licking you?" he asked, baffled and nervous.

Gideon pulled Nick down, and for a moment they looked like young lovers. Nick tried to push away but Gideon held his shoulders and said, "Ya know, lickin' me. Like, right [i]here."[/i] He hauled Nick in closer still, forced his snout into the greasy, odorous crevice of his armpit. Nick whimpered and writhed, but Gideon held him close, growled to him, "Ya ain't gettin' out of there, so get used to it!"

The unwashed reek of Gideon's armpit made Nick's eyes water the way an onion typically would. He cringed and he pushed against the bigger boy, paws finding purchase on his chubby body, but Gideon's dumb country muscles overpowered him. Over his whimpers and snuffles, Gideon cackled, "Start lickin' it! Lick it or I ain't lettin' go!"

Nick envisioned biting Gideon right in his fat, sour armpit. He almost did it, especially when the bigger boy started to laugh and tease, but he was too afraid to fight back. He slurped through Gideon's pit, tongue cutting through sweat and grime, tasting soured musk. He cringed from the flavor as much as the smell, but he kept licking, swirling his tongue around the pit and through the fur.

Gideon growled with satisfaction. He eased up on Nick just barely, waited to see if the boy would try and escape, but Nick kept close. He said smugly, "That's a [i]good[/i] city boy. Betcher scout leader makes ya do this for him."

Gideon started fondling Nick, feeling over his slim hips and the curves of his buttocks. The scout uniform was tight and flattering, accentuating Nick's perfect young body. But as Gideon fondled Nick, the younger boy stiffened, whined. Gideon snickered, "What? I'm just touchin' ya, ain't ya been touched before?"

The smaller fox said, close to Gideon's pit, "This-, this is weird, I don't want the tickets. Please just let me go."

"Nuh-uh," Gideon growled. He nipped Nick on the ear, and the smaller fox yelped. The sound made Gideon grin big and wide; being a predator was just too much fun. Making another predator his prey was even better. Nick was a lot more fun to bully than all the stupid bunnies who ran around Bunnyburrow. "And if you think yer gonna go tell some grown-up about this, you ain't gonna make it back to Zootopia in one piece, buddy."

Nick stared at Gideon plaintively. His eyes were wet, expression fearful. Gideon let the moment hang, then smooched the other boy on the lips. "Keep lickin' me. Ain't gotta be in the pits. Just keep doin' it and I won't hurt ya."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," murmured Nick. The submission in his body language excited Gideon. He was getting hard, making a tent in his briefs. He liked what he felt on little Nick's body; he hadn't fucked another boy in months, not since he coaxed his polecat buddy to take it under the tail. Nick was far more appealing. He was softer and cuter.

"Yeah, ya better be," Gideon huffed. He folded his arms behind his head and lounged in the dirt. His doughy, burly body was on full display: chubby gut, plump moobs, stout legs. Nick seemed to consider Gideon for a moment, and then he leaned over the bigger fox. With his eyes closed and his ears splayed back, he licked slowly over Gideon's chest, leaving streaks of drool on the mounds. His tongue slid across Gideon's nipples and the bigger fox shuddered, said to Nick, "Mm, that's it, yer hittin' the right spots there."

"I don't want to do thi-i-is," Nick whimpered. But Gideon cupped the back of his head and hauled him closer. Nick let out a quivering sigh and he went back to his licks, dragging his tongue over Gideon's moobs, drifting to his armpits where the smell was thick and foul.

Suddenly Gideon grabbed the scout's wrist, and he pushed Nick's paw under his briefs. Nick recoiled when he touched Gideon's penis, but the bigger fox growled, "Play with it, city boy. Ain't ya ever touched yerself?"

"Yeah, b-but," Nick bleated, and couldn't finish his sentence. He curled his fingers around Gideon's penis. Its flesh was hot, sticky; its girth stout, the knot at its base the size of a fist.

Gideon rolled his hips, pushed his cock into Nick's paw. He lewdly grumbled, "Bet ya love it, Nick. I bet ya jerk off all yer scout buddies, huh?"

Awkwardly and slowly, Nick masturbated Gideon under his briefs. It was, in a way, less distasteful than licking him. But the way the fat fox writhed and grumbled and humped his paw was off-putting, and when the precum started to really leak, Nick pulled back his paw and wiped it without thinking on the leg of his shorts. "I don't want to do this and you can't make me!"

"Yes I [i]can!"[/i] Gideon snarled - but he was grinning now, all teeth. With shocking agility for such a fat boy, he jumped up and he pounced onto Nick, pinning the smaller fox in the dirt. While Nick yelped and gasped, Gideon yanked down his briefs and sprung his fat, knotted cock free. Beads of precum slung across Nick's uniform.

"No, quit it! Stop it, my uniform's gonna get all dirty!" Nick yowled. Then Gideon forced his loins against Nick's face, pinned him under musky cock and sweaty balls. The smell of his armpits had been rancid; the smell of his crotch was worse.

He cackled as he smeared his crotch across Nick's face. Nick cried openly now and pawed at Gideon, swiping with his claws. Gideon pinned down his wrists effortlessly. "Open up! Open yer mouth, city boy!" Gideon spat, grinning down at Nick.

Terror seized Nick. He cringed under Gideon, feeling helpless and revolted, wanting to scream but knowing full well what the older and bigger boy would do the second his muzzle was open. He tried to jerk his head away from Gideon's groin but the other boy kept him pinned down, kept him in the stink and the sweat. All the while Gideon cackled like the rotten, dirty country boy he was, laughing at poor, well-groomed Nick. He said viciously, "Open up yer fuckin' mouth or I'm gonna pee in yer eyes!"

Nick's lip trembled. He was snuffling, sucking snot, and Gideon's image was smeared and hazy in his wet eyes. He tried to beg the other boy to stop, please stop, but Gideon was ready and he speared open Nick's maw the moment his lips parted. Fat knotted flesh tasting powerfully of filth and musk split Nick's jaws, depressed his tongue, gagged him with its taste and the way it stabbed against his throat. A burst of adrenaline helped him yank a paw free and he swung at Gideon's face, scratched his snout, drew a few beads of blood.

Gideon, the tough and dumb hick he was, wasn't fazed by the pain. If anything he seemed to be turned on by Nick's struggles, and when he recaptured the other boy's paw he started to rut Nick in the mouth. Every thrust was savage and sharp; his fat body wobbled as he nailed the smaller fox. He said between lusty breaths, "You gone and fucked up now, city boy, I'm gonna stick my knot down yer throat! I'm gonna choke ya on my pecker!"

Helplessly Nick thrashed under Gideon. His feet kicked at the dirt, throwing up clods of dark soil. He couldn't escape Gideon's brutish grip, and even trying to bite didn't help; his teeth scraped Gideon's cock but the bigger boy just seemed to enjoy everything Nick did. Churned slobber frothed at the corners of Nick's maw and Gideon howled with laughter, saying to Nick, "Lookit you, yer rabid! Rabid boy!"

Around Gideon's musky, throbbing penis, Nick squealed like prey. His arms were twigs compared to Gideon and his burly tree trunks, and his jaws felt like they were going to split open and snap like sun-bleached plastic. Gideon's knot beat against his nose, sometimes pressing onto his nostrils so firmly that they closed off entirely, leaving Nick fretting over his lack of air. No matter how short the interval, these breathless moments made him panic and squirm.

Gideon laughed his ugly country laugh. He let go of Nick's paws and immediately the little fox started to grapple with his bulk, shoving and clawing with all his strength. Gideon grabbed Nick by the ears and he held onto the smaller fox like he was some kind of fuck-toy. He grinned savagely, spittle dripping from his sticky jowls and sharp teeth. He forced his cock deeper into Nick's mouth, pushed his knot against the city boy's snout and wedged the halves of his jaw apart. Gideon felt the boy's teeth rubbing on his cock, felt the tongue squirming like a dying worm, and he loved every second of it.

The big fox's knot spread open Nick's jaws and fit inside the apple in a roast pig's mouth. The pointed tip of his cock gouged its way into the little fox's throat and Nick's reaction was to panic and thrash and whimper, with tears flowing freely from his eyes and snot dripping from his nostrils. Saliva rolled out of his maw, held open by Gideon's penis. All Nick could smell was Gideon's pubic area, where his pubescent musk was ripe and vulgar. He ended up grabbing Gideon by his broad hips and he shoved the bigger boy as hard as he could, but Gideon held firm.

"Ooh, I knotted yer mouth, city boy!" Gideon cackled, but there was a note of pleasure to his voice. His tail swished above his fat ass. He pulled on Nick's ears, pinched and twisted them, threatened to break their delicate cartilage and leave Nick dog-eared for life. The pain was hard to read on Nick's anguished, bulged snout, but it was there. Gideon howled his ugly laughter and he said to the weeping fox, "Oughta shoot my stuff down yer neck!"

Nick didn't know the first thing about sex. He didn't even masturbate, and his occasional erections were unwanted curiosities that other boys snickered at, but what Gideon said sounded disgusting and awful to him. That was enough for the dumb hick's threats to make him blubber and cry even more than he already was.

Gideon rested against Nick and savored the moment, which was long and miserable for the boy with the gaped jaws. He studied Nick's face, and he found himself satisfied by the way he'd taken the cute little cub scout and made him ugly and scared. He said quietly, "I'm gonna pull it outta yer mouth. No screamin' and more important, no [i]runnin' away,[/i] or else I'm gonna have to hurt ya, got it?"

The little fox had no way to really answer, but he made a muffled and lame, "Mhm."

Gideon grinned. He gripped Nick's jaws, top and bottom, like he wanted to snap them open, and then he pulled out. The knot dragged across Nick's teeth and the scraping felt pretty good; his tip exited Nick's throat and the little fox sputtered and coughed sharply, grabbing at Gideon's arms, trying to shove him away.

"Nah-ah," Gideon warned. "I'm running the show here, city boy." He bopped the smaller boy on the nose with his slobbery penis. Nick flinched and it made Gideon laugh. He swatted Nick on the head and watched him flinch again. "Give it a sugar, now."

"A-, a what?" Nick asked, and his voice was raspy as if he'd smoked a carton of cigarettes.

"Kiss it, ya stupid dick!" Gideon snarled.

Nick flinched at the words, started to cry again. He pecked a kiss on Gideon's penis, nowhere in particular, and then he curled up, tried to hug himself and be small. Gideon, seemingly satisfied for the moment, stood up. After a moment he grabbed Nick by the arm and pulled him to his feet. Nick whined, but Gideon growled, "Don't you go gettin' all girly on me, I ain't done."

"Leave me alone," Nick whimpered. He didn't try to tug his arm out of Gideon's grip.

"Shut yer hole," Gideon grumbled. Nearby, in a small plot separating the corn from the carrots, were a few bales of hay covered with wrinkled tarpaulins. Gideon sat on a bale and sneered at Nick, who stood nearby, still sniffling. "Maybe I was a little mean to ya, so I'm gonna let ya do this yer own way." The menace in his voice said [i]so it better be good.[/i]

Gideon thought Nick would need more encouragement, but the little scout knelt without arguing. He was shivering softly despite the heat, and around his neck his uniform was dark with saliva. He looked up at Gideon, big green eyes pleading, but the country boy's dour stare discouraged him. He cupped Gideon's penis in a paw and he cringed at the stickiness and the heat. It was like holding a piece of candy someone had already started licking.

"Put it in yer mouth," Gideon said lowly, dangerously. "Ain't gonna get this done just starin' at it..."

Nick whined. Quickly he engulfed Gideon's penis in his mouth. The flesh was bitter with precum, greasy with its own lubrication. Nick took a cue from what the bigger boy had done to his maw and he bobbed his head, letting his lips and his teeth drag. He tried to keep his tongue away from it but there was no hope of avoiding the flavor. Gideon's odorous musk filled his nostrils and he had no choice but to endure it.

Gideon grinned toothily. His brush tail swished, whispering on the tarp. "Yeah, there ya go," he said encouragingly. "See, yer a natural at this, city boy."

The praise was unwanted and creepy to Nick. He closed his eyes but tears still slipped out from between his lids. He held onto the bale's edge and he found himself focusing on that, how he could feel all the straw under the plastic tarp. As he bobbed his head, Gideon made low, lusty noises. Sometimes the fat fox bucked his hips a little bit, but lazily, only scooting his sweaty ass on the tarp.

"Keep it up, keep doin' that," Gideon breathed. He cupped the back of Nick's head but didn't pull the boy in. He only stroked the smaller fox, petting him. Nick didn't want Gideon's affection but he didn't fight it. It was better than the abuse.

Gideon grimaced from the pleasure. He leaned back on the hay, huffing, grunting. "Rub my nuts," he said. "Be gentle with 'em, but rub 'em good."

Nick knew what nuts were, at least. He had to take his paws off the warm hay, put them back on the nasty fox; and as he cupped Gideon's big scrotum he found himself wondering what the other boy was getting out of all of this. He wasn't about to ask, and he didn't want to know. All he knew for sure was he didn't want Gideon's stuff in his belly, whatever it was.

In Nick's small paws, Gideon's balls were plentiful. They throbbed, seemed to churn with semen, and the pelt around them was slimy with sweat and sebum. Gideon ruffled Nick's head fondly and said to the little scout, "Heck, yer so much better at rubbing nuts than Travis is. I'm gonna have to have ya show him how to do it."

Nick groaned. He kept bobbing his head and rubbing Gideon's balls when suddenly the older fox held him down. His nose bumped Gideon's knot in a terribly familiar way and he started to panic, whimpering and grabbing the hay bale again. Gideon said sharply, "Keep rubbin' or I'm gonna pin ya down again!" Reluctantly, Nick took hold of Gideon's balls, but he was whining, trembling with the fear of what Gideon might do to him. But then the bigger fox let go, and Nick pulled back, popped his lips off of Gideon's cock and gasped at the clean air.

"I'm-, I'm sorry, I'll get back to work," Nick whined.

But Gideon said, "Suck my nuts instead. Be gentle with 'em, though." He gripped his cock in his burly paw and started to stroke it.

For a few seconds Nick watched Gideon masturbate, curious about what he was doing, too shy and afraid to ask. Gideon read his expression anyway and answered his question. "I'm jerkin' off, try it sometime."

"Jerking-, jerking what off?" Nick asked, quietly.

Gideon gripped Nick's head in his other paw. He pulled the boy in and touched Nick's nose to his balls. "Suck my nuts, city boy," he growled. "Yer talkin' too much."

Nervously, Nick mouthed Gideon's balls. Gideon's scrotum was so plump that Nick could fit only one gonad in his maw. He tried for more, gulping at Gideon's sack, looking almost like a fish in the process. Gideon laughed and swatted his head. "Quit that! Just suck on part of it, ya idiot!" In his accent, [i]idiot[/i] sounded like it had a J somewhere in it.

Nick whined at the swat, playful as it was, and he focused on around half of Gideon's scrotum. He suckled it, working awkwardly and carefully. He had been hit in the groin before, he knew how tender balls were, and he didn't want to hurt Gideon. Not because he cared, but because he was afraid of a reprisal.

The bigger fox grumbled contentedly. He closed his eyes, masturbated, huffed. Nick's slobber greased his cock and made his stroking noisy and wet. He said in a fairly gentle tone, "That's it, that's the stuff there. Suck my nuts. Suck 'em."

Nick dared to suckle harder. He hated the musky flavor of Gideon's sweat which permeated his fur and made him smell sour. Strands of fur were coming loose and sticking to his tongue, but he tried to swallow them and forget about them. The little fox didn't want to think too closely about what he was doing.

Gideon tugged his cock harder, faster. Spurts of precum jetted from its tip. "Gonna shoot my stuff real soon, yeah," the fox drawled, grinning toothily and swaying his tail. "How 'bout ya switch sides there, city boy? Gonna prune my right nut, ya keep suckin' it like that."

When Nick broke his suction, Gideon groaned in satisfaction. Even as young and immature as he was, Nick knew what pleasure sounded like. He asked timidly, "That-, um, that feels good?"

"Sure does," said Gideon. "Get back to it..."

Several seconds passed as Nick watched Gideon masturbate. He was puzzled by it, almost morbidly curious. He mouthed Gideon's sack a second time, pulling its drier side into his maw. Like a fresh strip of gum, the fur there was dirtier, soaked in grime and sweat. Gideon's funky taste made Nick's stomach turn but he nursed on the other gonad, each suck adding to Gideon's pleasure. He closed his eyes as he worked, and he wished he could have shut his ears, too, so he wouldn't have to listen to Gideon's grumbling and huffing and the wet, repetitive smack of his stroking.

Gideon's tugging quickened. He was beginning to huff with exertion, grumbling and growling less. His balls were tightening, getting closer to his hot loins as he readied to blow. He said in a tight, smug voice, "Why didn't I think of this before, fuckin' with you cub scouts? So much better'n all those dumb bunnies."

Nick tried not to think about this big, mean fox with a bunny. He knew how little they were; someone like Gideon could beat them up, no problem. He started to cry again, hating the big fox and wishing he'd just stayed at home.

Suddenly Gideon, snarling, grabbed Nick by the head and yanked him back. Nick's sticky jowls popped off of Gideon's sack audibly and the bigger fox groaned in deep, almost pained pleasure. His toes were curling, muscles tensing, and Nick saw the horrible, toothy grimace on his snout.

"Here it fuckin' comes, city boy!" hissed Gideon from between his clenched jaws. He was jerking his cock, aiming it at Nick. The smaller boy whined and squirmed and grabbed Gideon's wrist but the older fox was implacable. Spurts of precum spattered onto Nick's face, dousing him with liquid musk. Then Gideon stopped his stroking and just held his cock while it throbbed, and Nick stared right into the piss hole. It was like a tiny black eye staring back at him.

Fat ropes of semen splattered across Nick's snout. The scout yelped and clenched his eyes shut defensively. He raised his paws but the damage was already done: Gideon had laid a fat stripe of cum on his face. It webbed in his fur and clung to his snout, coppery like blood and nauseatingly hot. Gideon kept cumming, shooting onto Nick's head and ears and defending paws. It was even worse between his fingers where it webbed and squished. Nick cried out, "Stop, stop it! Quit!"

"Take it, city boy! Take my cum!" Gideon grunted, grinning hatefully down at the younger fox. He grabbed Nick by the wrist, yanked one of his paws away, and shoved his cock around the other. Into Nick's open, shrieking maw went his cock again, forcing down Nick's tongue, smearing his semen across its surface. The salty-coppery flavor gagged Nick who then braced his paws on Gideon's hips and shoved with everything he had. Gideon was pushed back against the bales, laughing. His orgasm tapered off to a dribble and he let go of Nick's wrist.

The little fox flung himself back and sat in the dirt, staring at Gideon while his breath hitched with sobs. He looked at his semen-streaked paws and bleated, "Wh-what the heck is this stuff? What did you do!?"

Gideon sat back on the bales, huffing and grinning. Semen fell from his twitching cock like pine tar from a tree tapper. "I [i]came[/i] on ya," Gideon snorted. "Don't let that get on yer little outfit, it ain't never gonna come out."

While Gideon enjoyed his afterglow, Nick fussed and whined over the bigger boy's semen. He tried to smear it off of his paws, wipe it on the dirt. When he reached for his muzzle to wipe himself clean, Gideon growled, "Don't you touch it, leave it there!"

"But-, but I'm all sticky," Nick blubbered.

Gideon snickered. "It looks good on ya, so leave it." He shifted on the bales, putting his hips closer to the edge so that he appeared to be reclining. Quietly, lewdly, "C'mere now, Nick."

By then the young fox's spirit was thoroughly broken. He moved closer to Gideon, knelt before the older boy, and leaned close. Despite his compliance, his expression threatened tears again. He asked timidly, "What do you want me to do now...?"

"Yer gonna love this," Gideon chuckled. "Since bein' a scout is all butt-kissin' [i]anyhow,[/i] ain't it?" He clutched his saliva-streaked balls, lifted them, and bared his anus to the small, wet-eyed fox. It and the fur around it glistened with greasy sweat, and the potent smell of anal musk hit Nick like a slap. The scout cringed and started to draw back, but Gideon grabbed his ear, pinched it, and drew him in close.

"Don't you go fightin' me no more," Gideon said, sounding almost bored. "I don't [i]wanna[/i] beat ya up, but I will if I have to." He pulled Nick closer, easily overpowering the smaller fox who tried to pull away.

"No, please!" Nick cried, pushing against the hay bale. But Gideon was too strong with his big, dumb farmboy muscles, and Nick's nose prodded into the rim of Gideon's asshole. The powerful odor of musk and sweat stung Nick's nostrils, and the boy cringed and jerked back. Gideon held him tightly, however, and he let go of his balls to grab the back of Nick's head. His scrotum tumbled into place on Nick's snout and the little fox's nose was enveloped with sweaty musk.

Gideon cackled. "Stay in there! Keep yer nose in my butt or else!" He didn't give Nick any choice in the matter. He held the younger fox tightly, gripping his head and still pinching an ear. Over Nick's whimpers and whines and gasps, Gideon growled and held the scout close. Gradually, like the life was being wrung out of him, Nick's struggling subsided. His body language was still terribly uneasy but he stopped trying to pull his head back. Tentatively Gideon released him, and he stared down his chubby body into Nick's big wet eyes. He had no sympathy for the smaller boy. He growled, "Atta boy, Nick, yer learnin. Now you start lickin' my hole. No complainin!"

The idea was so repulsive that Nick wept and snuffled. The smell of the other boy was terrible, that odor of sweat and unwashed musk too much for his unaccustomed nose. But licking Gideon was even worse, even with everything the bigger boy had already made him do. He tried to free his snout so he could plead, but Gideon hooked him with his legs and hauled him back in. His nose poked firmly into the fat fox's asshole and he caught a sharp whiff of musk.

"You stink!" Nick said, the shrillness of his voice muffled by Gideon's body.

"And you ain't lickin' yet!" Gideon snapped back. He started to twist Nick's ear, causing no lasting harm but excruciating pain. Nick yelped and then started to lap across Gideon's anus. Again and again he slurped, smearing on his drool, wicking off the sweat. Gideon held Nick's ear for a few seconds then let it go, growling with pleasure as he did so. He kept his legs locked around the scout.

"There ya go," Gideon grumbled. He toyed with his sheath; his penis had receded inside and now resembled lipstick. As Nick rimmed him, his penis began to slip free again. Precum jetted from his cock, wetting Nick's head. "That's it. That's good, city boy," Gideon lowly said. His voice was softening, the pleasure making his words thick. "Gonna take my legs off ya. Don't you quit, or I'mma twist yer ear off."

The heavy masses of Gideon's legs came free from Nick, one and then the other, slowly and deliberately. Nick felt like Gideon was daring him to make a break for it, but he knew better by then; he was cowed. Licking the other fox's butt - licking anybody's butt, as far as that went - was disgusting, but better than being beaten up. The soured, musky reek of Gideon's body was powerful; and when he licked across the other boy's anus, felt the drag of tender, pink skin under his tongue, he couldn't picture it as candy or anything else to try and ease his mind. He started to cry again, but without sniffling or sobbing. His cheeks just glistened with a fresh stain of tears.

Gideon tugged back his sheath until it caught around the emerging bulb of his knot. He grumbled, "Stupid knot. Always gettin' stuck in places." He snickered at the thought. He knew Nick had no idea what the innuendo meant and that was funny. "Ya know, ya shouldn't cry so much, city boy. Yer gonna be real popular, almost nobody ever gets enough tickets fer them big carrots."

It had slipped Nick's mind. Now that he remembered, all he could think to say was, "Don't want it anymore."

"Ya [i]don't?"[/i] Gideon asked with a flourish of fake concern. "Well, that means you been lickin' me all over fer nothin!"

At that, Nick started to pull his snout back but Gideon quickly said, "Nah-ah, we ain't done."

"But I don't want the stupid tickets anymore," Nick mumbled, and his voice was muffled further by Gideon's body.

"Well ain't [i]that[/i] just too bad," Gideon snorted. He brought up his leg, braced his foot on the bale's edge and afforded Nick more room. There was a little more fresh air to breathe, but the smell of his musk and the humidity of his body still proved potent. Nick, with his sticky muzzle and his teary eyes, licked Gideon's anus obediently.

Gideon sighed, flush with pleasure. He closed his eyes against the sun's glare and tugged his cock, pushed down his sheath, bared his knot yet again. "Lick harder, Nick," he said. "Put yer back into it."

Nick grumbled, but he lapped at Gideon's pucker more intently. He was running out of drool and his tongue dragged against the wrinkled, pink rim of Gideon's anus. Sometimes he tugged it open slightly and the musky smell worsened. Nick's nose wrinkled at the scent and he wanted terribly to escape; but his ear still throbbed where Gideon had pinched and pulled it. The fear of pain kept him going.

"Ya know, life's pretty good," Gideon chuckled. "From where I'm sittin, anyhow." He looked down at little Nick and saw a hateful flare in the boy's teary, green eyes. It didn't upset Gideon; it just made the bully happy. Nick was half his size and a couple years younger, sure, but that didn't excuse him being a total wuss. Even a glare said Nick had some balls. Gideon asked him, "Ya wanna quit lickin' my asshole? Huh?"

Gideon knew things could go either way: Nick would take the bait or he wouldn't. For a few seconds Nick kept licking, but he kept his eyes on Gideon's as well as he could. The older boy's fat and smelly balls obscured part of his vision and covered his snout, but the wariness was obvious.

Gideon tugged his penis a few times. He smeared the precum over it, left it greasy with its own natural lubrication. He could have kept going, especially since the little scout seemed cowed enough to keep licking, but Gideon wanted to take everything he could from Nick. Just the thought of fucking the little fox got his heart racing and his cock throbbed faster. "Quit lickin' me, and scoot on back," said the bigger fox.

Although he kept licking when the choice first seemed like a trap, Nick quickly and eagerly pulled himself away from Gideon when it came as an order. He sat back in the dirt and he hugged his knees, looking smaller than ever. "Can I go now?" he asked quietly. "Please, Gideon?"

The country fox pushed off of the hay bale, stepped around Nick, and picked his sweaty red briefs up from the ground. Nick turned his head to follow Gideon. He asked again, more timidly, "Please, can I go...?"

"In a lil' bit," Gideon said, a grin on his face. "Take yer shorts off, Nick."

"What!? But-!" Nick watched Gideon's grin turn to a scowl and he shut himself up. He nodded quickly, beginning to cry again, and he got up on shaky legs. He slid down his olive shorts, bared his spotless white briefs. His immature genitals made barely a bump in the fabric.

"And those too," Gideon commanded. "I'mma let ya go real soon... promise."

Nick whined but obeyed. He soon stood bottomless, small sheath and scrotum bared. He covered himself but Gideon wasn't interested in his groin. He walked behind Nick, perused the boy's little round ass, and nodded approvingly. "Real good." His paws found Nick's rump, began to grope it, squeeze it. He touched his penis to Nick's crack and the fuzzy warmth made him shudder.

"What-, what are you doing?" Nick asked in a quivering voice.

"Shush," Gideon growled. He pushed Nick and said to him, "Get on yer paws and yer knees, and hike that big ol' tail up."

Nick was whimpering in fear as he presented himself to Gideon. He dared to look back at the older fox who grinned down at him, erection twitching. "Gideon, please," he bleated.

"I said [i]shush,"[/i] Gideon snapped. He knelt down and crammed his dirty briefs into Nick's maw, gagging the little fox, making him shriek. He hooked a leg hole around the back of Nick's head, and when Nick reached for the fabric Gideon twisted his ear and snarled, "Don't you touch 'em, they stay where they are!" He clapped both burly paws on Nick's ass cheeks, pried them apart, and gazed on the virgin pink rim between them.

Gideon dipped his snout into Nick's crack. He snuffled the little fox briskly, sampled his anal musk and found it lacking. He hawked and he spat a fat wad of slobber onto the rim, pressed into it with his thumb and smeared the drool inside. As soon as he forced Nick open the little fox sharply tensed, his back arched, and he made a low, wounded cry. Gideon snorted, "Just my thumb, ya dumb little prick. Just wait'll I knot ya."

Nick stared back at Gideon with massive, wet eyes. His expression was pleading, pitiful, and his drool soaked the briefs. But Gideon was unmoved. He said with a grin, "That's a good look for you, city boy."

The big, mean fox gripped his cock. He guided it between Nick's cheeks and the pointed, drooling tip found its way easily inside. Its shape quickly spread open the younger fox, gouged his virginal anal flesh, made him scream into the briefs. Nick put his head down and he sobbed around Gideon's musky underwear. He beat his fists on the dirt, clawed it up, shuddered and groaned as his asshole opened for Gideon's cock.

In one push, far too quickly for a virgin like Nick, Gideon mashed his knot against the younger boy's anus. Indulgently he groaned, "Aw, that's a good city boy! Yer takin' it real good!" He slumped over Nick, pinned him with his sweaty gut and moobs. And then his hips started to buck, pounding little Nick, balls swinging up against Nick's smaller scrotum. He bit Nick's neck playfully, not drawing blood but pinching and preening. He grumbled lustily into Nick's ears, breaths heavy and humid. "Shit, yer so dang [i]tight,[/i] Nick!"

Pain like nothing Nick had ever experienced wracked his young body. His screams were sharp through the muffling fabric of Gideon's briefs. The tears flowed incessantly, as if both of Nick's eyes were leaky faucets. He raked his fingers through the soil, leaving deep channels, staining his paws blackish-brown. His anus ached, stretched wide and raw by Gideon's plunging cock; the saliva and precum both were slippery but there was nothing for the stretch. Nick squealed into his makeshift gag.

Gideon brayed deeply, brutish pleasure running high. He hunkered over top of Nick as he raped the little scout. Nipping ears, plucking strands of fur, pinching and squeezing all over his small body. He played with Nick's genitals, slipped a finger down the tube of his sheath, touched his nesting penis. He breathed into Nick's flitting ears, "Ya feel that, Nick? Ya feel that fuckin' [i]knot[/i] knockin' at yer backdoor?"

Nick screeched through the musky gag. He smacked Gideon's paws, smearing soil across them, but Gideon simply molested him unimpeded. The bigger boy's paws almost felt nice on his groin but he was in too much pain and hated Gideon too much to even begin to enjoy the fondling.

"Yer such a tight little boy, ain't ya? [i]Ain't[/i] ya?" snarled Gideon, his breaths lusty and harsh across Nick's nape. He licked the little fox's ears, grumbled hotly into them, and he squeezed Nick's sheath and scrotum harshly enough that the boy felt a twinge of pain. Then he let off, and he wriggled his thumb back into Nick's sheath as if it were a finger trap.

Gideon's knot beat against Nick's asshole like a mallet. He dumped so much precum into Nick that the sound of the sex was wet and sucking, the noise repetitive and unmistakable. He grumbled for Nick, growled over the little fox's squeals and whimpers and cries. His orgasm was coming, he could feel it; fucking tight ass always got him there quicker than mouths and paws did. He hunkered down on Nick and he rammed the smaller fox with everything he had, putting his tough country muscles to good use.

Each thrust ended with a pushing grind - Gideon's attempts to knot Nick. Nick, not knowing what Gideon was really doing, only responded to the pain of the pressure. He screamed into Gideon's musky briefs, clawing at the dirt, staring at ground too blurry from tears to be anything but a smear of color. He was begging Gideon to stop, but his words were slurred and mushy, nothing more than the wails of a trapped animal.

"Little fuckin' city boy!" Gideon grunted, spittle flying with the words. He pushed into Nick with all the strength he could muster. The scout had the tightest ass he'd ever fucked, and that was no exaggeration. That was until Gideon forced the big red bulb of his knot into Nick's poor, pink anus. He wallowed Nick's hole, and the little fox's screams were shrill even through the fabric. Then the knot got past his tender anal ring, sunk deep inside, and Nick's pucker relaxed around the far more reasonable girth behind the knot. But the pain was still unbearable, the pressure inside so great that Nick gained an erection which pushed its way out alongside Gideon's thumb.

Gideon was too preoccupied to mock Nick over his erection. He fell atop the little boy who struggled to hold up Gideon's weight, but did so. A deep moan rumbled in Gideon's chest. He humped Nick, barely moving his cock inside the boy. He came for the second time with a shudder, and he snickered into Nick's ear, "Ya better love yer big, dumb carrot... ya sure worked yer ass off for it."

Ropes of sticky white seed spurted into Nick. Each pulsation of Gideon's cock sent small bursts of pain up Nick's spine but the gooey warmth of the semen was almost soothing. Nick knew at least that with his orgasm, Gideon would be gentler, slower for a while. He whimpered and snuffled into the gag and he laid down in the dirt, Gideon laying atop him.

"Good boy, Nick," Gideon huffed into an ear. "Real good! Ya earned them tickets." He reached for Nick's snout and he pulled his briefs off the boy's head, not caring that the elastic caught and tweaked an ear when it snapped back. He tossed the wet cloth aside and he listened, not without some sadism, to Nick's snuffles and weeping.

For the better part of half an hour Nick snuffled beneath Gideon. The heat was sweltering, his uniform soaked with sweat both from his body and Gideon's, and his anus throbbed like a bruise. The bulb of Gideon's knot softened finally, and the release of pressure was such a relief that Nick sighed. Then when Gideon straightened up and pulled out, there was another sharp stab of pain and Nick hissed, then tried to curl up. Hot, spent semen loped out of Nick's plump and gaped asshole; Gideon spotted it and said, snickering, "Aww, yer gonna waste all that cum I gave ya?"

"Sh-shut up, leave me alone," Nick whimpered.

Gideon stood up and stretched. It always felt nice to have the sun on his naked body and his balls drained. He loved to fuck outside like a real animal. He stooped down close to Nick, touched his neck. Nick cringed at the contact. "Don't," he said, helplessly.

"I'm done with ya," Gideon huffed. He pulled the ascot from around Nick's neck, undoing the immaculate knot which held it on. "Gimme yer hankie. I need it."

Nick sat up despite the throbbing pain in his behind. "My mommy made that for me! Give it back!"

"I'm gonna give it back, ya dumb little kid," Gideon snickered. And in full view of Nick, he began to clean himself up with the bright red ascot. He started at his pits, scrubbing them deep and hard; then his crotch, wiping the spent cum off his shaft, the sweat off of his sheath and his balls. Then he turned so his chubby ass faced Nick, and he indulgently wiped himself with the cloth, deep and careful swabs from the back of his sack to the root of his tail. He went in a few more times and took special care to make sure his anus was spotless, leaving not so much as a glint of sweat on its pink rim.

"You're a real jerk," Nick blubbered, hugging his knees and sniffling.

Gideon tossed the ascot back to Nick. It landed on the ground beside him. Even there he could smell the rancid cocktail of musk and sweat in its fibers, but he picked it up and he clutched it possessively.

The older fox dressed slowly while Nick sounded off his broken sniffles. Before he pulled on his overalls, he rolled the spool of tickets Nick's way. It unrolled somewhat, and tipped over on the lumpy soil halfway to Nick. "Enjoy yer carrot, city boy," he snorted.

At the festival, Nick didn't see Gideon Grey again, and for that he was thankful. He even managed to stop crying, which he passed off as just being homesick; he got teased for being a baby but he didn't want anybody to know how Gideon had hurt him. And he got his big, plush carrot, although the bunny behind the counter privately wondered where he got so many tickets. She decided all the stains on Nick's uniform and the sticky mess on his face must be from bobbing for carrots and the pie-eating contest.

That night, the scouts camped in Bunnyburrow just off the festival grounds. In his tent, Nick cuddled close to his big, plush carrot. He hugged it and cried softly. And after a while, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his filthy ascot, and he began to sniff it. Tentative sniffs followed by cringes led to deep, lusty snuffling; and for the second time that day, Nick got an erection.