The Prank
A gift story for Lenexwants

“So what’s that you’re workin’ on there,” Chuck said, sipping at his coffee.

Brad flumped down in his seat, and slapped down a little foil packet, the same kind mustard and ketchup use. “I’ve just spent the last seven months inventing New strain of jock itch, apparently.”

“Oh, yeah?” The rabbit asked, leaning forward and peering at it. “Why would you want to design a New strain of jock itch?”

“Well, it’s not supposed to be jock itch, that’s just one of the side effects.” Brad cracked open a 4EvAlive energy drink, chugging it down, his hand shaking. “It’s supposed to be a natural Viagra solution, but it doesn’t work, you know? It just makes the scrotum really itchy, like crazy itching.”

“Oh yeah?” Chuck snickered, tapping at the packet with a finger and drawing it towards himself. “Well that’s a rather mean bait-n-switch, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, you’re telling me. We’re gonna have to destroy it, too, which is a huge waste of money. We were soooo close to getting that final peptide sequence re-organized.”

“So just... save it for a later project?” Chuck asked, swirling the packet around under his finger. “I mean, why-”

“Ugh, you have noooo idea how the grant process works,” Brad injected. “The granting goes away, that means the project goes away. We can hold onto our records, but all ongoing trials and any test products have to be eradicated. This is actually the last packet, and... well...”

“Well, what?” Chuck snickered, resting his palm over the packet.

“Oh, nothing. Hey, you wanna get a drink?”

“Sure! Let’s party. Here’s to your research into new and terrifying ways to usurp nature,” Chuck toasted, raising his coffee cup and clunking it against the ferret’s can.  

Later that night, and a couple coke rums later, Chuck pushed the door open to his home. The place was loud with music, a couple of heavy construction boots laying across the foyer. Chuck pushed them out of the way, his rabbitty tail flicking against his buttocks. 

“Ed?” Chuck called out, stripping out of his jacket. “That you, big guy?”

Suddenly, the hallway was blocked, with the immense form of a bull. Thick horns jutted from the side of his skull, angling out, then pointing playfully towards the ceiling. His shoulders spread nearly wall to wall.  Tapering waist, powerful thighs, both forming a black X outline that pointed towards the bull’s middle. The slender white rabbit blushed as he realized what else lay in silhouette – the bull was naked, and between his thighs dangled a massive, long, slender bull scrotum. The bottom of it bulged with the bull’s testicles,  rounded, heavy and potent.

"Oh my," was all Chuck could say before muscular arms wrapped around him, lifting him through the air. Kicking legs and pushing paws did nothing to prevent him from being smushed against a warm salted chest. He squirmed, giggling, as his boyfriend swept him through the kitchen.

“Guess what daaaaay it is, honey-bottom,” lowed the bull, deep and rough against the rabbit’s long ear. 

“Is iiiit... Tuesday?” the rabbit chuckled, getting his long feet nestled onto the top of the bull’s thighs, “because if it is, it’s your turn to buy the pizza.”

“No... Tuesday was yesterday...” the bull lowed again, turning and clomping heavily down the hall, towards the master suite.
 
“Oh, then it must be... Thursday! Game of Thrones? Okay, this time You have to dress up like Cersei though-”

“It’s not Thursday, little sproutling.” The door was kicked open, and the hare peeked over his shoulder, to the bed that spread from one wall to the other.

“Ohh. So... is it... Hump-day?”

There was a grunt, before he was thrown, heaved from the broad, sweat-warmed fur of the bull-beast's chest, onto the cool, worn flannel sheets of the bed. 

“You bet it is,” the bull growled, climbing up onto the bed, a dark shadow on all fours with a heavy pendulum dangling between his thighs.
	
“Ahh... oh my... and I’m not lubed up or anything.” The rabbit crawled backwards, feeling the heavy oaken headboard brace his shoulders. “Maaaybe we should-”

“Too late now.. you’re in the Minotaur’s den,” the bull-man intoned. “You’ve been caught,  you luscious little morsel, and now you will be sacrificed to the God of Lust!”

Chuck’s ears burned under his fur, as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “No... but I’m not ready! Maybe... I can slake the Minotaur’s raging lust with... a massage?” He pulled the shirt off of his chest, as massive paws reached up to his pants. He squeaked as they were pulled, his belt scraping along his hips before slithering down his legs.

“Wait!” he said, trying to grab at his jeans, snagging his thumbs into his pockets and grasping from the outside. 

You can’t deny a beast it’s pleasure, though, and they were yanked away, leaving the rabbit with only his wallet clutched in one paw... and a packet clutched in the other.
	
He squirmed, big feet pushing against the bull’s chest, but one of them was grasped, a wide, lazy tongue stroking up the width of that fuzzy foot. 

“Nnnng! No, wait, Ed, I have... I... nggg, I wanna do something!”

“You can’t get out of it this time, little bunny,” the bull said, twisting the rabbit’s foot. He did it slowly, but firmly, and with a squeak, Chuck twisted over onto his belly.
	
“I know, but- But wait, I want to make it Last!”

“Make it last?” The powerful bull paused, and Chuck felt his heart skip several beats in a row at the quiet huff at the end of that sentence. “What do you Mean?”

“Meaning.. I want to go All night..” The rabbit grinned, and squirmed his way free, turning and getting up on his knees. His cock poked out, bright and perky, already jutting hard as the rabbit thought of his naughty scheme. “I Love getting plowed by you, honey.. I just want you to be able to enjoy it for as long as I do!”

The bull didn’t respond, just staring, and the rabbit found himself tiptoeing carefully around which words he should say. “I mean...” His fingers tickled, dry and fuzzy, up the underside of his partner’s thick rabbit-stuffer. “Wouldn’t you like to feel me riding you, all night?”
	
The bull huffed a damp, hot stream along the rabbit’s muzzle, and Chuck licked at his lips. “I know you do.... The big minotaur beast could fuck until daylight... And I’m gonna help you do it.” His fingers twisted at the packet, and he squeezed the warm paste into his palm. He leaned up, to nibble at Ed’s lower lip, and scooped up between the bull’s thighs, pressing that warm paste into the underside of the stud’s nuts. 

“Wazzat,” Ed mumbled, as he lipped and wrapped his burly arms around the rabbit’s shoulders. “Lube?”

“Sorta... Brad gave it to me..” Chuck had to keep a straight face, as he stroked and smeared the grainy paste up along the seam of his boyfriend’s nuts, feeling the two weights shifting only slightly as he smeared along them. And then, sliding back down, he found something peculiar... a ring, jutting out of the underside of the bull’s nut-sack, a solid metal ring. He traced his fingers along it curiously, twisting it, slowly sliding it through it’s hole.
	
Ed stiffened, grunting, and something thick and hot throbbed against the rabbit’s belly. “You found it..”

“Did you get this today?” Chuck said, grinning and tugging at it slightly. The bull grunted, the rabbit’s paste-slickened fingers sliding free of the ring to grasp it again. “I like it... though I’m gonna have to get a leash for you, now.”
	
“Leash my ass,” Ed growled, and his paws slid down. Shortly after they slid past the rabbit’s rump, they wrapped around the backs of his thighs. Gripping, and pulling upwards, Chuck found himself being flipped onto his back, big feet bouncing in the air by the bull’s muzzle. 

“But I wasn’t done!” He pouted, as the press of a smooth, dull-tipped bull cock pressed against his rear. A splurt of precum tickled down the fur under his tail.
	
“Maybe, but I’m just getting started.” Ed muttered. His nuts dragged along the bedsheets as he pressed his powerful hips forward, the slender tip piercing into that squirming latrine beneath him. 

Chuck knew better than to try to fight the massive bull off, at least more than just for show. The tip of the bull’s cock was the thinnest, the whole massive schlong roughly chisel shaped, and feeling it spike it’s way into him was deceptively pleasant. The thick bulges of the bull’s veins tickles past his snug rumphole, the solid flesh more iron than not. He reached up, trying to find some part of the bull to grab hold of, but strong hands wrapped around his forearms, and he felt them pinned to the bed by his head.

“Nnng, it’s too dry, go slow!” He whimpered, but Ed jutted himself in further, just to spite him.

“Afraid that’s not your decision, little morsel,” the bull teased, and another thrust ground that smooth cap into the rabbit’s backside. 

Chuck’s back arched, feeling his guts get gouged, the unyielding spike dragging against his naked flesh. They had set Wednesday as humpday – the only humpday a week – because, while the bull was oversexed and ready to go every day of the week, the rabbit’s snug backside needed a couple days to recover from the bovine’s butter-plunger.

The tip was about three fingers wide, but the root was more like a fist, and Chuck began to gasp, fast and hard, as his hips trembled at the thickness of the root of maleness that was finally, utterly sheathed within him. Ed wasn’t panting, but his arms trembled as he laid against his mate, his fat nuts resting hot and heavy along the rabbit’s little tail, all four hundred pounds of construction working bull-man ready to flex and plow.

“You like that?” Ed whispered, his lower lip sporting a thick dangle of drool. “You ready for more?”

“I could... hnng... never be ready,” Chuck breathed, his cock twitching a thick pool of precum against his belly. He opened his eyes, distant and unfocused as the bull’s hips twitched. “But you’re gonna give it to me anyways, aren’t you?”

“That’s right,” Ed grinned. He pulled back, his nuts lifting, rocking over the rabbit’s tail, hips flexing and pulling that rolling pin of a cock almost free of the rabbit’s rear. “And you love it. My sexy little putty-butt.”

The rabbit whimpered, as the bull ploughed deep in, feeling that hard, powerful cock penetrate through him, feeling it fill his insides. It had taken so long, so many boyfriends to find one who offered what Ed offered, that powerful endowment and the dominance to match. He pulled at the hands on his wrists, wanting to hug around the bull, moan and make out with him, but Ed was specific in not wanting all that ‘mushy stuff’ when he was rutting. Ed kept him pinned, and fucked him like the fuzzy, cute little bitch he was.
	
He noticed, as the hunching continued, already that something was different. The cock in his ass, usually, after getting in, would soften a bit as the bull would relax into the pleasant sensations. This time though, his cock just seemed to be getting harder. Chuck’s feet paddled in the air, feeling his lover’s hips slap against him, even and steady. Thump, thump, his buttocks taking the force of each slap.

Ed seemed to be getting restless, though, more insistent, pulling out more with each tug, pushing in harder, his cock digging against Chuck’s slippery backside. Precum was never an issue, maybe at first it had been dry, but the bull streamed, constantly, even now it was drooling and slurping from the rabbit’s backside.

“Fuck,” the bull finally said, “What was that shit? My nuts feel so fucking’ hot right now!”

Chucked wrapped his legs around his boyfriend’s waist, snugging him close, hilting the bull inside him. He reached back, behind and under himself.  The bull’s nuts swung against his fingertips, and he grasped at them, wrapping his paws around his mate’s balls.

Well, almost, anyways. They were too big to wrap his hands, even both of them around, the testicles feeling taut and swollen inside their pouch. They radiated heat, feverishly sweating, and the scrotum itself was tightly wrapped around them. He caressed them, as Ed groaned, the big bull hunching against the wrapping rabbit’s snug backside. With Chuck so tightly pressed against him, though, he couldn’t get much more an an inch or so of traction, and with his frenzied bucking, Chuck felt those massive eggs twitch and swell against his fingers again.

“Mmm... you’re backed up, honey,” Chuck said, his mind swimming in lust as he handled the stud’s swollen eggs. “I can’t wait to feel you blow inside me...”

“Shit, I can’t... I can’t seem to cum, baby, what was that stuff you put on me? My nuts are all itchy, and heavy feeling, it hurts...”

“You’re whining... look, you wanna take a break, come on...” He let those nuts swing free, and pointed to the headboard. “Sit down... let me take over.. lemme milk you completely, okay?”

Ed grumbled, but his hips shook, thighs trembling from exhaustion. The rabbit smirked – the bull wasn’t used to taking this long to get off, but it seemed that the rabbit’s little trick had worked. The paste had kept the bull from getting off, and instead of a quick triple pump chump, the bull was gonna be hard for the whole night. Chuck could take his time and get himself off right.

“Doesn’t feel right,” Ed complained, and Chuck snickered, reaching in to give him a soft peck on the nose. The bull snorted. 

“Reach up and grab the bed posts, honey, and just take it easy. I’m gonna do ALL the work, all you have to do is let yourself cum,” the rabbit teased. He waited until Ed was relaxed, then turned, twisting around on that thick spike of a cock, to face the bull’s hooves.

Sitting as he was, with his thighs spread wide, Chuck had a perfect view of what dangled between his thighs. The bull’s scrotum dangled, stretching as it usually did, three or so hand’s width from root to that gleaming golden ring at the bottom. It was thicker though, thicker than usual, and it looked unhealthily stretched, the skin glistening and taut around the massive eggs inside.

Chuck had never seen anything like that before, and his cock drooled what little precum hadn’t already been squashed out by the giant cock inside him out, to drool and tickle on the bull’s bulbs. There was so little room between the two mashed-together nuts that even the ring was pushed outwards, jutting up and forward from the pressure. 

Chuck felt a twinge of alarm at this, for even as he looked, the bull’s scrotum creaked – like fine old leather, the two nuts bulging against the bull’s inner thighs. Maybe he should... pull off, and call Brad, see if this was normal. He had said it was a test, after all, but... Brad would have told him, if there were any concerns, right? 

Pulling off would mean another Hump day without the rabbit getting his own assgasm, though... and honestly, he was getting tired of having to finish himself off with a shampoo bottle in the shower. Ed’s balls were always massive, they could handle a LITTLE bit of swelling.

He pulled up, hearing Ed low, mindlessly horny beneath him, feeling empowered.

“You like that?” he teased, gripping and stroking down, shifting his weight to press and stroke against the bull’s shaft, one side and then the other.

“Fuck.. fuck yes, keep doing that... squeeze... why don’t you normally do that?!” Ed muttered breathlessly.

“You don’t give me the CHANCE to, baby,” Chuck replied, closing his eyes and bouncing, slowly, sensually on that thick cock. He thought he heard another creak, but that was just as likely to be an old bed spring as something else. He rocked, back and forth, up and down, indulging in every feeling of his huge boyfriend laid out and helpless under him.

“You wanna cum with me, baby?” Chuck asked, as he stretched his arms up over his head, feeling his body clenching, reacting, milking along the bull’s erection.

“Uh, FUCK-DUH!” the bull bellowed, and there was a cracking sound from one of the bed posts as the bull began to force his hips up. “I’m so close, you gotta... nng, come on, just a little more!”

“I know... alright...” The rabbit said, as he felt his body itself tightening, his cock throbbing, his whole body ready to climax with the bull. “I can tell, we’re both gonna... oh man, this is so hot... come on baby... three.... Two....”

“Ah, fuck, harder, shit!” Ed bellowed, and Chuck heard the posts snap, two thick twigs that the bull just broke in half.

“One!” He shouted, opening his eyes and lurching forward, bringing his paws down to grasp at his mate’s swollen testicles.

His breath caught in his throat, as he saw what he was about to grasp, even as his cock twitched and began to spurt.

Too late, his palms came to rest on the bull’s massive melons, like elongated cantaloupes, grotesquely swollen. They were amazingly hot, like freshly boiled eggs under that shiny-taut scrotal skin.

He saw one single ribbon of his own cum streak down along the narrow cleavage between them, and then they shifted under his paw.

Ed screamed, no roared, no both, as his testicles ruptured down the middle. It looked like they had rolled over in the sac, sudden movement shifting under the too-taut flesh, but Chuck felt them rupture under his fingers. They split down their seams, popping inside that protective shield of the bull’s scrotum, literally ripping open underneath the weight of his palms. The sound of flesh rending, ripping in half, and then the hot, soft gush of softer flesh pushing up, an upheaval of testicular guts slithering out from within the ruptured orbs, pushing insistently against the gripping mass of the too-thin scrotal skin.

Chuck gasped, his cock still twitching, his mind reeling as he felt his boyfriend’s testicles sunder themselves into chunks beneath his grasp – his hands sinking down into the bloated scrotum as the once defined masses of testicles became a bed of soft, squishy musk. 

A thin line of brownish-white squirted out from the piercing, splattering in a similar fashion to the way the rabbit’s own cum splattered on the bull’s scrotum, only this splatter went across the bed sheets, along the floor, an amazing arc of expulsion that went nearly ten feet, nearly to the bedroom door they had come through.

“I... don’t understand,” Chuck said, blinking as his fingers pressed and prodded at the paste that filled the bull’s scrotum. 

Ed whined, and slumped, the wooden bedposts falling along side. 

Chuck whimpered. “Ed, are you okay?” He went to pull up, off...

Ed was still hard, though. Still ragingly, powerfully hard. The rabbit bit his lip, staring at the swollen pouch that was slowly leaking out onto the bed, and sat back down...

Ed was unconscious, after all. He wasn’t in any pain, at least not now. This might be the last time he would get to ride the big bull’s cock. He shifted, sliding up and down along it. 

He could get himself off, *one* more time... nobody would have to know.

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	Brad carefully kneaded the empty flap of skin that used to be the bull’s scrotum, pulling and kneading it. He was wearing thick nitrile gloves, goggles and a breathing mask, but even that was non guarantee. The thick, brown, chunky goop slithered out of the small slit he had made when he had cut the thick golden hoop free, and the plopped in sickening slurping splatting sounds at the bottom of a large specimen jar. Two other specimen jars – each the size of a peanut butter jar or so, rested by the ferret’s knees. 

	“And they just... popped?” Brad said, eying the bull’s cock. It lay hard and dark against his belly, not even twitching anymore. 

	“Uh yeah, I mean... yeah I had no warning or anything. Just... pop.” Chuck coughed, glancing away from the ruined groin of his boyfriend. “Just came out of the shower and... yeah.” 

	The rabbit’s fur was still damp from the shower, and he didn’t seem to be suffering from any of the symptoms that the bull had, but Brad had been careful to keep his distance. “All right, well, you can call the police, but I imagine there will be a lot of questions. Look, you can’t tell them that this was from something you got from me.”

	“But that IS what happened, isn’t it?” Chuck said, wiping down his long ears. “I mean, I put that paste on his nuts, and then BOOM!”

	“That’s why the tests were canceled... uncontrolled testicular inflammation. Every single one of our test subjects had similar results. You’re going to have to tell the hospital what they said – that you guys were at a hot spring in the woods and his nuts just went crazy.”

	“Hot springs in the woods...?” Chuck blinked, “But there are no hot springs in the woods.”

	“Yeah, nobody has been able to find any, at least. That’s why it’s important that that be what you said. Otherwise, I could get in a LOT of trouble.”

	“Dude, Ed’s nuts are currently in oatmeal form in three jars. I think you deserve to get in trouble!”
	
	“They’re in jars because You stole official research materials from the lab. You really want to explain how you got them to a judge? Worse than that, do you want it to get out that you used that stuff on your boyfriend’s nuts having no idea what it was?”
	Chuck bit his lower lip. “Well, shit, you don’t have to put it like that.”

	“Yeah, exactly. You’re gonna have to cover your own ass. Ed’s gonna be fine, they can put neuticles in there, you know, give him some hormone therapy. Though...” Brad snorted, as he loaded the jars into a small white cooler. “I don’t know if they’ll be able to replace his cock.”

	“Replace his cock?!” Chuck said, gasping as he noticed how dark and black it had gotten. “No! What happened to it?!”

	“I dunno. But that’s... that’s dead meat there.” Brad pulled off his gloves, carefully putting them in the toilet, and giving it a flush. “Maybe it was priapism, it has been a couple hours since he first got his erection, isn’t it?”
	
	“Gosh... yeah... maybe four... but... I mean, shouldn’t he wake up if that’s happening?”

	“Nah, he’s gonna be out until tomorrow morning. Look, if you’re not gonna take him to the hospital, you’re gonna have to take care of that yourself...” the ferret chuckled. “And if you don’t know what to do... I know a cheetah who does. His name’s Dmitri. He’s really good at that kind of thing.”

	He picked up the cooler, wiggling his nose at the distraught rabbit. 

	“I’m gonna go now. Remember, if you tell anyone about what actually happened... I’m dragging you down with me. Good luck getting a new boyfriend if you get the reputation as a castrator.”

	Chuck was fuming as the ferret stepped out of the house, the specimen jars clacking and clicking as he got into his car.

	He couldn’t believe it had gone so well. Not only the experiment, but the results. He had hoped to get Any amount of the residue the spores had produced, but three jars full? This was better than Christmas.

	He pulled out his cellphone, and started through his contacts. He knew juuuust the guy to call first.