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Hiney Whoopin 2
DIR By: S. Criminal
Date: April 17, 2024, 12:01 am
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As Timmy sat cross-legged on the worn-out carpet of his living
room, lost in the world of his favorite video game, a strange
orange glow flickered across the room. He glanced up, blinking
against the sudden brightness, and gasped as a portal opened
right before his eyes. A figure stepped through the swirling
vortex, a short, chubby orange andromorphic squirrel with a
mischievous grin.
"Oh, hello there!" the squirrel said cheerfully, its voice a mix
of youthful enthusiasm and world-weary cynicism. "My name's
Conker. I'm from a place called Conker's Bad Fur Day. I'm here
to... well, actually, I'm not quite sure why I'm here. But I
suppose it's a lovely day for an adventure!"
Timmy, still a bit in shock, managed to croak out a reply. "Um,
hi Conker. My name's Timmy. This is my living room. Um, what do
you mean you're from a game?"
Conker hopped up onto the couch next to Timmy, flicking its tail
carelessly. "Oh, you know, just another day in the life of a
crazy orange squirrel! So, what do you say, Timmy? Wanna go on a
little adventure together? We could explore your house, play
some video games... or, if you're really feeling naughty, we
could find a nice, quiet spot to... well, you know..." It winked
suggestively, a glint of mischief in its eye.
"No, I don't know." Timmy said.
Conker laughed. "I'm talking about spankings boi!"
Timmy's face flushed red. "Oh." He stammered. He had never
really thought about spankings before, but something about
Conker's playful tone made the idea seem... intriguing. "Um, I
mean, if we're gonna do that, we should probably find a private
place." He glanced around the room, then pointed to his bedroom.
"My room's over there."
"Hell yeah, go on and lead the way. Daddy." Conker said
suggestively.
Timmy felt a shiver run down his spine as he led Conker into his
bedroom. It was a small room, with a twin-sized bed, a dresser,
and a desk covered in action figures and video game memorabilia.
Conker surveyed the room with interest, hopping up onto the bed
and bouncing experimentally. "This will do just fine." He
grinned wickedly. "Now tell me how you feel about spankings."
Timmy swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of nervous anticipation
and excitement. "I-I've never really been spanked before..." he
stammered.
"What about giving spankings?" Conker asked. "You ever smacked
some hiney before?"
"No," Timmy replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I...
I want to."
"Hell yeah its the best!" Conker said, "Bending someone over
your knee and whooping their cheeks until bright red. Best
feeling in the world!"
As Timmy listened to Conker's enthusiastic description, a
strange heat began to build in his loins. He glanced down at his
own body, suddenly aware of the bulge in his pajama pants. He
felt a surge of confidence and desire. "I think I'd like to try
it," he said, his voice stronger now. "I mean, if you'd let me."
Conker stood up and dropped his shorts, revealing his big plump
cheeks, "Whoop my hiney daddy."
Timmy, feeling more confident than ever, gently pushed Conker
down onto the bed. He straddled the squirrel's lap, gripping its
waist as he positioned himself. He leaned forward, taking in the
sight of Conker's round, exposed bottom, and felt a surge of
power course through him.
"You ready for your spanking, Conker?" he asked, his voice firm
but not unkind. Conker, biting his bottom lip, nodded eagerly.
Timmy raised his hand high above his head, the palm flat and
stinging with anticipation. Then, with a sharp crack, he brought
it down hard on Conker's right cheek. There was a loud smack,
and the squirrel yelped out in pleasure.
Conker arched his back, his bottom rising to meet the next
impact. Timmy spanked him repeatedly, each blow landing with a
satisfying thwack. The room filled with the sound of smacks and
Conker's gasps and moans. Timmy's heart raced, his body tingled
with excitement as he watched the color deepen on Conker's
bottom. The squirrel's cries grew louder and more desperate, but
Timmy could tell he was enjoying himself.
As he spanked Conker harder and faster, Timmy began to lose
himself in the sensation. He felt powerful and in control, and
the knowledge that he was making Conker feel so good only
intensified the pleasure. Sweat dripped down his back and pooled
between them, mixing with the warmth emanating from Conker's
bottom.
"OOOOH!" Conker squealed, "Now this is a booty smackin, hiney
whoopin, dick hardening spanking! Don't stop! Whoop me Daddy!"
The feel of Timmy's strong hands connecting with his flesh
ignited a fire in Conker's loins, causing his erection to throb
painfully against the bed. He arched his back further, offering
his bottom up to Timmy's punishing strikes. The sound of their
bodies slapping together, the stinging heat in his bottom, and
the sweet ache between his legs all combined to create a
delicious sensation that left him gasping for air.
As Timmy's pace increased, the spanks became harder and faster,
leaving bright red handprints across Conker's bottom. He cried
out in pleasure, his voice muffled by the pillow beneath him.
"I'm... I'm gonna... Timmy, I'm gonna..." he stammered, his hips
bucking wildly as he fought to climax.
Timmy slowed his pace, taking a moment to admire the beautiful
sight of Conker's flushed, well-spanked bottom. He reached down
between them, wrapping his hand around Conker's hardness. The
squirrel let out a shuddering moan as Timmy began to stroke him,
their bodies moving in sync. Timmy spanked and jerked Conker at
the same time.
"That's it, Conker," he whispered, his breath hot against the
squirrel's ear. "Let it all out. Show me how much you like it."
Conker's cries turned into loud, primal moans as his pleasure
built to a crescendo. His hips bucked violently against Timmy's
hand, and he arched his back, offering his bottom up for more.
"Ohhh, Daddy, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over your hand!"
he gasped.
"Do it boi!" Timmy encouraged.
Conker's body tensed, and then he let out a long, shuddering
moan as he came, spurting hot cum over Timmy's hand and onto his
stomach. His hips jerked involuntarily as the wave of pleasure
washed over him, and he let out a gasping breath. Timmy
continued to stroke him, watching the last tremors of ecstasy
fade from Conker's body. The squirrel lay there panting, his
bottom still flushed from the spanking.
"Wow," Timmy breathed, "that was intense." He leaned forward,
kissing Conker's ear. "You really know how to make a guy feel
good." He reached down and tenderly wiped the cum from Conker's
stomach with his finger, then brought it to the squirrel's lips.
"Here," he said with a grin, "clean up."
Conker opened his mouth and let Timmy feed him the taste of his
own cum. He closed his eyes, savoring the flavor and the warmth
that spread through his body. He let out a contented sigh,
feeling incredibly close to Timmy in this moment. "That was
amazing," he whispered, then added with a mischievous glint in
his eye, "but you know what would be even better?"
Timmy raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What's that, Conker?"
The squirrel sat up, straddling Timmy's hips, and leaned
forward, his body inches from Timmy's face. He ran his fingers
through Timmy's hair, his other hand gently stroking Timmy's
hardness. "I think it's time we return the favor," he purred.
"Why don't you lie back and let me take care of you?"
Timmy's breath hitched in his throat as Conker's words sent a
thrill through him. He lay back on the bed, his heart racing,
his eyes fixed on Conker. The squirrel smiled wickedly, lowering
himself onto Timmy's cock, guiding him inside his body. The
feeling of being enveloped by Conker's warmth and muscles was
exquisite, and Timmy let out a shuddering moan as their hips
began to move in sync.
"Your booty is divine!" Timmy grunted.
Conker arched his back, pressing himself down on Timmy's cock.
"Oh fuck yeah!" he groaned, the muscles in his ass rippling
beneath Timmy's fingers. He looked down at Timmy, his eyes dark
and intense, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. The
squirrel's movements were graceful and powerful, and with each
thrust, Timmy felt like he was being pulled deeper into Conker's
body. The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable, and Timmy
knew he couldn't last much longer.
Conker could feel the tension building in Timmy's body, and he
picked up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder. He leaned
forward, his chest pressed against Timmy's, their sweaty skin
sliding against each other. "You feel so good, Timmy," he
gasped. "I'm gonna come."
Timmy groaned, feeling the sensation of Conker's hot cum coating
his insides. He thrust upward, meeting Conker's hips, and let
out a long, shuddering moan as he came as well, filling the
squirrel up with his seed. Their bodies trembled together, lost
in the intensity of the moment.
As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Conker collapsed onto
Timmy's chest, panting heavily. He pressed a gentle kiss to
Timmy's neck, his heart racing. "God, that was amazing," he
whispered. "I love you, Timmy."
Timmy wrapped his arms around Conker, holding him close. "I love
you too, Conk. You're my best friend, and you make me feel so
good." He nuzzled the squirrel's ear, breath warm against his
skin.
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