Part 1- Fundy

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by dsmppornguy

by dsmppornguy

Offense #1
Consent was given under coercion, and later retracted. Requests to stop were ignored by the offender.

Fundy had practically begged to go on a date with Dream. Dream, for one, found the fox hybrid nothing more than irritating. He'd given Fundy an ultimatum- the date could only happen if Fundy was able to code something Dream found impressive. An impossible task. Or so Dream thought. He'd been invited to a restaurant, been shown a movie on a screen that Fundy had built himself- and honestly, Dream was impressed.

But that was the only upside. Fundy was clingy, and whiny, and any wrong word would make him all insecure, hugging himself and begging for approval. It was annoying. Dream wanted to at least have something good come out of it. So, at the very least, if Fundy was so desperate for attention, he could have some attention.

Fundy was hesitant at first, knitting his fingers together and stammering, "But- but it's only the first date!" But eventually, through repeated pleas and threats to leave, he gave in, and that's how they both found themselves on the couch, clumsily taking off pants and connecting lips.

Dream had his fingers dipped just below Fundy's pants, ready to pull them down, when Fundy stopped him. "Wait." Dream frowned at him, and Fundy winced. "I just- I need to tell you. I'm- I'm trans. So don't, like, freak out or anything." Dream sighed, shrugged, muttered something about not caring and yanked down Fundy's pants and boxers. It didn't take long to get his own belt off and pants down, and then he could roughly shove in and start thrusting.

Fundy whined, kicking out a foot, complaining about prep or something, and Dream gritted his teeth and started moving faster. He'd thought that ignoring Fundy would make a point, but apparently not, because Fundy just whimpered and got louder until Dream placed a hand hard on his throat, leaning his full weight into it. "Shut up," he growled, voice venomous, and Fundy whimpered and nodded. He took his hand off, and almost instantly-

"Dream, I wanna- I wanna stop," Fundy whined, trying to push him away. Dream ignored him. He started moving faster. The whole situation was annoying, but at least he was tight. All warm and wet around Dream's cock. If he just pretended Fundy's incessant voice wasn't there, he could get off. But the fox just wouldn't shut up. "Please- please get off. I wanna stop, Dream, I don't like this anymore. I don't-!" He was cut off by Dream choking him again.

Now Dream's voice could dominate the room, quiet groans and growls growing steadily louder until he took his hand off Fundy's throat to grab his waist and pull him in closer, and as expected he took the opportunity to keep talking. "Please- please not inside- not inside- I don't have any- not inside, not inside, please-!" He was cut off by his own wail in despair as Dream buried himself deep inside and came, before pulling out to admire the way his cum filled Fundy up. And he had to admit, Fundy's quiet, broken little sobs were nice too.