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Timmy Shags Conker
DIR By: S. Criminal
Date: March 3, 2024, 1:07 pm
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One fateful day, as Timmy was immersed in a particularly
exciting session of his favorite video game, a strange,
orange-furred figure materialized in the center of the
television screen. The figure, which identified itself as
Conker, a naughty yet endearing humanoid squirrel, seemed to be
in a state of disarray, his tail askew and his button eyes
twinkling with mischief. "Hello, Timmy," Conker drawled, a
playful grin spreading across his bushy red nose. "You know, I
was wondering...how do you feel about spankings?"
Timmy's jaw dropped in surprise, and he blinked several times,
trying to process the unexpected question. He'd never been
spanked before, and the idea of it made him feel a mixture of
curiosity and apprehension. "Um...well, I mean...I've never
really thought about it?" he managed to stammer, his cheeks
flushing with embarrassment.
Conker gave him a sly wink. "Well, you've never experienced the
thrill of a good, hard spanking, have you?" he teased, causing
Timmy to feel even more self-conscious. The squirrel continued,
"I could show you what you've been missing, if you'd like. It's
actually quite exhilarating, once you get the hang of it." His
tail swished back and forth suggestively, and Timmy couldn't
help but notice the mischievous glint in his eye.
Timmy considered Conker's offer for a moment. Part of him was
intrigued by the idea of experiencing something new, while
another part of him was terrified. He'd never been in any sort
of physical trouble before, and the thought of someone
disciplining him in such a manner was both thrilling and
daunting. "I-I don't know," he stammered, his heart racing.
"What if I don't like it?"
Conker's grin widened. "Well, you don't have to like it," he
said with a shrug. "But I think you'll find that once you've had
your first spanking, you'll want more. It's sort of addicting,
in a way." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice
conspiratorially. "And remember, Timmy...naughty squirrels like
me know just how to make it sting really good."
Timmy swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of curiosity and fear
churning in his stomach. He glanced around the room, suddenly
aware that this was a decision he would have to live with. He
took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Okay," he said,
mustering up as much bravery as he could. "I'll do it. But only
if you promise not to hurt me too bad."
Conker's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh, I promise I'll make
it sting, Timmy," he replied, "but I won't break you. That's no
fun for either of us." With that, the naughty squirrel hopped
off the television screen and landed lightly on the floor in
front of Timmy. He held out his paw, beckoning the boy to come
closer.
Timmy hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of anticipation
and fear coursing through him. Slowly, he reached out and took
Conker's paw, allowing the squirrel to lead him over to the
couch. As they sat down, Conker arranged Timmy's position across
his lap, pulling up the hem of his favorite pair of pajamas to
expose his bare bottom.
"You got a nice pair of cheeks." Conker complemented, "You
really need a good, hot spankin."
He then proceeded to give Timmy a few practice swats, just to
get him warmed up. The smacks made Timmy's bottom sting, but not
too badly. Conker noticed the boy's reaction and decided to
increase the intensity of the spanks. He started with harder
smacks, then gradually increased the speed and force until
Timmy's bottom was burning with each contact.
Despite the stinging pain, Timmy found himself becoming more
aroused with each spank. His heart raced, and his cheeks flushed
redder than ever. He let out soft gasps and moans, which only
seemed to encourage Conker to spank him harder. The squirrel's
paws moved faster and faster, his grip tightening on Timmy's
hips, holding him in place for the punishment.
After what seemed like an eternity of spanking, Conker finally
slowed down and laid several gentle pats across Timmy's burning
bottom. The boy let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with
the aftermath of the intense sensations. He couldn't believe how
good it had felt, despite the pain.
"See, Timmy?" Conker said, his voice still gentle. "That wasn't
so bad, was it? You've been such a naughty human, but I bet you
feel much better now, don't you?" He rubbed Timmy's sore bottom
soothingly, causing the boy to let out a contented sigh.
"Y-yes," Timmy whispered, his face still burning with
embarrassment. "I...I feel weird, but sort of good, too." He
didn't quite understand what had just happened, but he knew that
he wanted to experience it again.
"Stand up, I got a gift for ya." Conker said in a husky voice.
Timmy obeyed, still a little wobbly on his feet. The naughty
squirrel turned around and presented his plump hindquarters,
clad in a pair of tight blue shorts.
"LIke what you see, Timmy?" Conker purred.
"I...I've never seen that before," Timmy stammered, his eyes
transfixed on the big, peach shaped butt in the squirrel's
shorts. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Is that...is
that for me?"
Conker chuckled. "Oh yes, my little human. This gift is all for
you. It's time for you to return the favor. Pull my pants down."
Timmy swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of excitement and
nervousness. He tentatively reached out and grasped the
waistband of Conker's shorts, pulling them down slowly. The
squirrel's orange, furry bottom was revealed, and Timmy's eyes
widened in surprise.
"You're not wearing any underwear," he whispered.
"Oh, you'd be surprised what I do and don't wear under here,
Timmy." Conker replied with a wink. "Now, come here and have a
closer look. Get a good feel for what you'll be spanking."
Timmy hesitantly approached the squirrel, kneeling down between
his spread legs. His heart raced as he reached out, tracing a
finger along the crease of Conker's furry bottom. The squirrel
shivered, letting out a soft moan.
"You're so soft," Timmy whispered, feeling the warmth emanating
from Conker's exposed rear. He tentatively pressed harder,
digging his finger into the supple flesh. Conker arched his
back, thrusting his hips forward, seeking more contact.
"That's it, Timmy," he purred. "You've got the hang of it
already. Now, let's see if you can give me a good, hard
spanking."
Timmy took a deep breath, feeling both excited and nervous. He
raised his hand, hesitating for a moment before bringing it down
sharply across Conker's bare bottom. The squirrel yelped in
pleasure, his tail flicking wildly. "Ooh! That stung!"
"Did it?" Conker said with a grin. "Well, you'd better get used
to it. I've got quite a lot of naughty spots here." He leaned
forward, presenting himself to Timmy, his rear end high in the
air.
Timmy hesitated for a moment, unsure of how hard he should
spank. He decided to start slowly and build up, just like Conker
had done to him. He raised his hand and brought it down gently
across Conker's bottom, feeling the warmth and softness of the
squirrel's skin. Conker let out a soft moan, arching his back in
pleasure.
"That's it, Timmy," he purred. "You're doing a good job. Keep it
up."
Inspired by Conker's encouragement, Timmy began to spank him
harder and faster. His little hands slapped against the
squirrel's furry bottom, causing it to turn redder by the
second. Conker let out moans of pleasure, arching his back and
thrusting his hips forward, begging for more.
"Oh, Timmy," he panted. "You're really getting the hang of
this!"
Timmy felt a thrill of power and excitement course through him
as he spanked Conker harder and harder. The squirrel's bottom
turned a deep red, and his cries of pleasure filled the air.
Timmy could feel the heat radiating from his partner, and he
couldn't help but get lost in the sensation of dominance and
control.Conker jacked himself while he was being spanked.
"Oh, Timmy!" he gasped, his voice hoarse with arousal. "You're
such a naughty little boy! You make me feel so good!"
Conker's words only served to further excite Timmy, and he
spanked harder, his hand stinging from the impact. The
squirrel's bottom jiggled with each slap, and he let out moans
of pleasure that filled the air. Timmy felt a thrill of power
and desire coursing through him as he spanked Conker harder and
harder. He could feel the squirrel's body tensing beneath him,
and he knew that Conker was close to climaxing.
As Conker's moans grew louder, Timmy could feel the wetness
between his legs begin to spread. He had never experienced such
intense arousal before, and he knew that he too was on the brink
of orgasm. He continued to spank Conker, lost in the sensation
of dominance and submission, the heat and the pleasure.
With a final, powerful slap, Timmy brought his hand down across
Conker's burning bottom. The squirrel arched his back, crying
out in ecstasy, and his whole body tensed. Timmy felt the weight
of Conker's spent body as he collapsed against him, their chests
heaving together. They lay there, panting heavily, the air thick
with the scent of sweat and arousal.
"Oh, Timmy," Conker gasped, his voice still hoarse from
pleasure. "That was... amazing."
He lifted his head to look into Timmy's eyes, seeing a mix of
wonder and pride there. Timmy blushed bright red and looked
away, but Conker reached up and gently turned his chin back
towards him. Their lips met in a tender kiss, and as they
explored each other's mouths, Timmy felt Conker's tongue slip
between his lips, tangling with his own.
They lay there for a long moment, lost in the tenderness of the
moment. Then, slowly, they began to stir, moving apart until
they were sitting up on the bed, their hands still entwined. The
air between them felt charged with something new and electric,
and Timmy could feel the weight of his own desires pressing down
on him.
"A hot spanking, the two of us could use a hot spanking every
day." Conker said.
Timmy blushed at the thought. He was still getting used to
talking about these things. "Really?" he asked, a small tremor
in his voice.
Conker began to rub Timmy's cock. "Oh yeah," he breathed, "you'd
really like that, wouldn't you? To feel my hand on your bottom,
getting you all hot and hard?" He slid his fingers up and down
Timmy's shaft, making him gasp. "And you'd love to feel my big
round bottom bounce and jiggle over your knee, wouldn't you?"
Timmy could only nod dumbly, his eyes rolling back in his head
as the sensation grew too much. Conker moved closer, pressing
their bodies together, and lowered his head to take Timmy's cock
into his mouth. He began to bob up and down, sucking and licking
him with expert precision. Timmy's hips bucked wildly, and he
cried out, his hands tangled in Conker's fur.
"Oh, Timmy," Conker moaned around his cock. "You taste so good."
He sucked harder, bobbing his head faster, and Timmy's hips
began to buck wildly against his mouth. The sensation was
overwhelming, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of power and
desire course through him. He wrapped one hand around Conker's
neck, holding him close, feeling the warmth of his breath on his
skin.
"That's it," Conker moaned, his voice low and husky. "You feel
so good." He reached down between them, guiding Timmy's cock
back into his mouth as his free hand found its way between them,
rubbing at Timmy's perineum. The sensation was almost too much
to bear, and Timmy felt his body trembling with the effort to
hold back his orgasm.
As he sucked and licked, Conker began to move his hips, grinding
his bottom against Timmy's thigh, seeking out the right spot to
send him over the edge. Timmy gripped Conker's neck harder,
feeling the muscles beneath his fingers tense as he fought to
keep control. He could feel the wet heat of Conker's mouth, the
softness of his tongue, and the hardness of his teeth as they
teased and tormented him.
"Ahhh!" Timmy cried out, his body shuddering as he felt the
first waves of release wash over him. His cock throbbed and
twitched in Conker's mouth, spilling his seed down the
squirrel's throat. Conker moaned around him, taking it all, his
hips still moving in time with his mouth.
The sensation was almost too much to bear, but Conker didn't let
up. He kept sucking and licking, his tongue swirling around the
head of Timmy's cock as his free hand continued to rub at his
perineum. The sensation was almost cruel, but Timmy couldn't
help but crave more. He gripped Conker's neck harder, digging
his nails into the soft fur as he arched his back, pressing his
hips upward into the relentless assault on his senses.
Conker pulled away from Timmy's cock, breathing heavily as he
looked up at him. His eyes were glassy with desire, and his
cheeks were flushed. "I want to feel you inside me," he
whispered. "I need you to take me, Timmy."
Timmy's heart raced at the thought. He reached down between
them, feeling Conker's warmth through his fur, and gently guided
his cock towards the entrance to the squirrel's body. Conker
moaned, arching his back as he felt the head of Timmy's cock
press against him. "Oh, God," he breathed. "Please, Timmy."
"Shake that fat wobbly ass for me." Timmy whispered.
Conker moaned, and his tail began to twitch. He pressed his
bottom back against Timmy's cock, feeling the head nudge against
his entrance. "Oh, Timmy," he breathed, "you feel so good." His
movements grew more urgent, his tail flicking faster as he
rocked his hips back and forth, trying to impale himself on
Timmy's cock. The friction between their bodies was almost
unbearable, and Timmy could feel his control slipping. Conker
moved his tushy in a lascivious and circular motion.
"Yes," Timmy groaned, "like that." He reached forward, cupping
Conker's face in his hands, and kissed him deeply. The taste of
himself on Conker's lips only served to heighten the sensation.
He thrust forward, pushing into the squirrel's tight heat, and
Conker cried out, arching his back in pleasure. Timmy's cock
felt impossibly long and thick inside Conker's body, filling him
completely. Timmy rolled Conker onto his knees and gripped his
tail like a handle. He slowly began to pound Conker's rump.
"Oh, God!" Conker moaned, his head thrown back. "That feels so
good!" He reached behind him, digging his claws into the
mattress for purchase as Timmy's thrusts grew deeper and harder.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a
rhythmic symphony of desire. Timmy's breath came in ragged
gasps, his muscles tense with effort as he fought to control his
pace.
"Man your butt is tight." Timmy moaned, Conker's anus gripping
him like a vice.
Conker let out a moan, feeling Timmy's cock stretch him. "You
feel so good inside me." he groaned. "I've wanted this for so
long." His tail swished back and forth, matching the rhythm of
Timmy's thrusts. The sensation of being filled and taken was
overwhelming, and he knew he was close. "I'm gonna cum, Timmy!"
he cried out.
Timmy smacked Conker's rump as the cum spurted from his dick.
"Fuck, yeah," Timmy growled, as his own orgasm crashed over him.
He drove deeper into Conker's body, his hips snapping forward as
he emptied his load. Conker's warmth and tightness around him
were exquisite, and he could feel his own cock throbbing as he
came. The squirrel's body trembled beneath him, his muscles
quivering as he rode out his orgasm.
Their lovemaking was brutal and primal, each thrust driving
deeper into the other's flesh. Sweat beaded on their fur,
mingling together as they moved in perfect synchrony. Time
seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the heat of the
moment.
Conker felt Timmy's claws dig into his shoulders, holding him in
place as he thrust deeper still. The squirrel arched his back,
offering himself up completely to his lover. The sensation of
being so fully claimed was overwhelming, sending waves of
pleasure coursing through him. He felt a shudder run through
Timmy's body as the human reached his climax, and Conker moaned,
the sound muffled by the pillow.
As Timmy's thrusts began to slow, Conker reached back, gently
gripping his lover's hips. He guided Timmy's cock out of his
body, feeling the familiar ache as it slipped from his entrance.
He leaned forward, pressing their sweaty bodies together, and
kissed Timmy tenderly. "I love you, Timmy," he whispered, his
voice hoarse from their exertions.
Timmy's breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to catch his
breath. He stroked Conker's back, feeling the warmth of his fur
beneath his fingers. "I love you too, Conker," he managed to
reply, before pulling Conker's body against his own and rolling
them over, pinning the smaller squirrel beneath him. He smiled
down at Conker, his eyes full of affection.
Their breathing slowed, becoming more steady. Timmy leaned
forward, brushing his lips against Conker's, their tongues
dancing together in a tender embrace. He trailed kisses down
Conker's jaw and neck, moving to nibble at his earlobes. "That
was amazing," he murmured, his voice hoarse.
Conker let out a contented sigh, feeling the weight of Timmy's
body press him into the mattress. "You're amazing," he
whispered, running his fingers through Timmy's fur. "I never
thought I could feel this way about anyone."
Timmy nibbled on Conker's earlobe, eliciting a shiver from his
lover. "I know the feeling," he murmured, his voice rough with
emotion. "You're perfect, Conker. Absolutely perfect." He rolled
off them, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down
at Conker. "And you're so beautiful," he added, tracing a finger
down Conker's chest.
Conker blushed, feeling a wave of happiness wash over him. He
reached up, running his fingers through Timmy's hair. "I feel
the same way," he said softly. "I never thought I'd find someone
who'd spank and breed me."
Timmy chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I'm
glad I could make you feel that way," he said, leaning down to
kiss Conker again. "And I promise you, I'll always take care of
you." He traced a finger down Conker's belly, teasing the fur
between his legs. "Now shake that fat ass again."
Conker giggled, arching his back as Timmy's finger teased him.
"You like that, huh?" He wriggled his hips, rubbing his ass
against Timmy's hand. "You want more?"
Timmy smiled, his eyes locked on Conker's movements. "Oh, I
think I do," he said, his voice husky with desire. He slid a
finger into Conker's entrance, feeling the heat and tightness of
his muscles grip around him. Conker let out a moan, pushing back
against the touch. Timmy began to thrust his finger in and out,
setting up a rhythm that mirrored the movements of his hips.
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