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XD\n\nAt the moment it is only the first part, which is completely clean regarding hardcore themes.\n\nI am not sure whether I will update this one with the second part or post it separately.\n\nP.S.: Please comment. \n\n\n\nEdit:\nPart 2 and first sentence of part 3 added.\nPart description added.\n\nPart 1: includes thivery, trickery, ambush, bondage, tease, negotiation and a few bad words XD Nothing too offensive.\n\nPart 2: includes cub, blowjob, incest, s/m, penectomy, blood, sewing, punishment and tears. Be cautios if you are sensible.\n\nPart 3: includes scat, washing, sewing, blood, trickery, rape and food play. be carefull.\n\nUPDATE:\nPart 3 added","description_bbcode_parsed":"This is a story I created mostly, because I got stuck on another. XD
At the moment it is only the first part, which is completely clean regarding hardcore themes.
I am not sure whether I will update this one with the second part or post it separately.
P.S.: Please comment.
Edit:
Part 2 and first sentence of part 3 added.
Part description added.
Part 1: includes thivery, trickery, ambush, bondage, tease, negotiation and a few bad words XD Nothing too offensive.
Part 2: includes cub, blowjob, incest, s/m, penectomy, blood, sewing, punishment and tears. Be cautios if you are sensible.
Part 3: includes scat, washing, sewing, blood, trickery, rape and food play. be carefull.
UPDATE:
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But this year he had barely something to trade not to mention that the others didn’t want to trade their small amounts of food either.\n\nIt was towards the middle of the winter, and as expected, famine wasn’t avoidable. Most people had an easy enough a time to survive hungrily that they stayed that way and just waited with little passion for the next spring. But as often during times like this, there also were those who decide not to accept their situation and make a better living by taking what people had left away from them.\nOne such fiend was the racoon Siberius. He had already stolen some food from different people when he went one night to the farm of Lepus in order to get himself some tasty carrots.\n\nIt was cold and everything was covered in a thin layer of snow. The sky was clear and the stars shined brightly. The night was calm and dark due to it being new moon. Siberius was standing in front of the gate that led into the farm ground. He didn’t have much trouble to open the ancient looking lock that seemed to be more decoration than anything else. He made his way fast across the bare, snow covered fields and ways to the food silo where the carrots were stored. He carefully opened the heavy door and entered. What he found there was a pitifully small pile of carefully prepared carrots. Siberius looked vastly disappointed, these carrots were neither going to hold themselves fresh for a long time anymore, nor would they supplement either of them through the winter. In fact he found it nicer to steal them now and let the owner die from starving now, than letting him fight with hunger, and illness, which he would definitely get from some of the clearly not fresh anymore carrots.\nHe ate some of the best looking carrots and started to shred the ones in danger of starting to rot. He was done after a few minutes and was leaving. He passed the heavy door and suddenly fell over. He had tripped on something, something that wasn’t there when he came, a tripwire!\nIt didn’t take more than a few seconds before he was completely overwhelmed by a comparably big hare who pulled his arms behind his back and tied them together before tying his feet together and onto his thighs, rendering him completely immobilized. Suddenly, the hare shoved him back into the silo: „Get in there you rat!”\n“I am a racoon!”, Siberius responded upset, he hated it to be mistaken or insulted.\n“As if I care!”, was all he heard before he was imprisoned in the food silo.\n \nSiberius spend most of the next day with pondering on how he was discovered and searching a way to escape. But there was nothing he could do tied up like this.\n\nIt was late afternoon when he heard a voice from outside. They were talking about something, he couldn’t pick up much of the dialogue, just some phrases every now and then or what was screamed at each other. From what he could pick up, it was a kind of negotiation, but by whom? And about What? Siberius did get into a less comfortable sitting position against the wall to not look all THAT pitiful, should they decide to come in.\nAnd wouldn’t you know it, only a little later they did. He looked at the hare with a rebellious look when he heard the visitor, a young and athletic looking female deer from a tribe inside the forest, say: “My, one should think he would be cooperative in his situation, but then again, he might have heard what we plan to do.”\n“I don’t think so, but I have to congratulate you, you just shot every chance of him cooperating with us to hell!”, Lepus responded calmer than his words let expect.\n“I don’t care, I only care that you bring him to the meeting place tomorrow, but maybe we can have some fun with him…”, were her last words before lifting her loincloth to the side and sexily starting to rub and stretch her beautiful and inviting bits. Despite Siberius’ strong disagreement with having a boner in this situation, his long and small racoon penis nevertheless started to come out of his small sheet. The same applied to Lepus, who found it quite disgraceful how willingly these tribe members showed off their genitals. His pointy and not quite a foot long member standing up pointing nearly exactly to the tall deer’s moist entrance. \nShe looked at both their penises and then sighted, obviously disappointed with the selection.\n“I am sorry, please don’t be offended Lepus, but neither of you seems worth a try. I hope our deal stands nevertheless.”, she continued the negotiation.\nLepus obviously caught in fantasies answered hastily: “Of course, I am familiar with your tribe’s customs, so you can leave the rest to me.” \n“Good, you know where and when, I will make sure that our part of the deal will be kept too.”, were her last words before she left.\nSiberius asked still aroused and somewhat confused: “What are the tribe’s customs?”\n“Making sure that a sacrifice doesn’t get a boner when presented during the ritual. Usua-”, started Lepus explaining, before Siberius fell him into the word: “SACRIFICE!?! I JUST TRIED TO STEAL A LITTLE FOOD AND YOU ARE GOING TO LET THEM KILL ME!?! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN WITH MAKING SURE NOT TO GET A BONER!?! THAT’S AGAINST THE LAW! HOW CAN YOU DO THAT?”\n“Calm down, else you won’t get any answers!”, the hare said sharp.\nIt took Siberius a little time to process what he just heard and getting back to a somewhat calm attitude.\nThen Lepus continued his explanations: “Usually by allowing the sacrifice to mate all the times he wants before the ritual. This became a custom due to the fact that they are all some sort of extreme pacifists… don’t ask me, I never cared enough to learn their believe, however, they grope the sacrifice three times to show that he is not horny.”\n“How will they… kill me?”, Siberius asked frightened. The old hare answered calmly but with a clear sound of dislike: “As they kill always. A quick stab into your neck, you will not even have the time to scream.”\nSiberius was calmed by this, which he found to be quite weird.\n“Oh and one more thing”, Lepus started again, “According to the Law, killing someone or taking part in an action that leads into someone getting killed is indeed illegal, but trading with a tribe or the execution of a custom by the tribe it belongs to however, is not. Also since you, in full knowledge destroyed my property which my life depends on, according to law, you now belong to me until you work off the damage, thus I can trade you like any other good.”\nSiberius didn’t believe it… He was right! That cursed hare spoke the truth! Usually Siberius didn’t see himself in danger to becoming temporary enslaved like that, because he usually doesn’t destroy stuff, but this time he HAD! \nLepus left the silo and closed the big door firmly.\nSiberius on the other hand started to ponder what had and will happen…\n \n[center][b]Part 2[/b][/center]\nSiberius got ripped out of his slight sleep by the sound of the door opening again. He could see that there was still bright light outside, so it must have been less than 4 hours since he got to know that he were going to be sacrificed, yet if felt like at least a week. So distant...\n\nLepus entered the silo and walked over to Siberius, but there was someone small behind him, Siberius noticed.\n“I introduce you to my nephew, come here Tiler.”, said the hare and a small bunny boy appeared.\n“Hi mishter.”, greeted the boy.\nTo say that Siberius was confused by this situation would be an understatement. After all, why was he here? What was Lepus planning?\n“Tiler likes to play, right Tiler?”, asked Lepus more to the air than to any of them, but Tiler answered nevertheless: “Y-yeah unkie Lepus.”\n“And you like carrots, don’t you?”, continued the hare and the boy answered shallow with: ”Mhm.”\n\nSiberius got a vague idea, where this was going and he didn’t like it.\n\n“Then do you like me?”, was the hares question. Tiler answered with: “A... awright, unkie“\nSiberius couldn’t believe what was about to happen, but Lepus just said: “So do you want to play with my man-carrot?” and without even answering, the bunny boy started to grope his uncle’s “man-carrot”. Soon after, the hare was all hard and the boy licked his penis in its whole length, again and again and again. Despite being somewhat worried about this, Siberius felt his body’s arousal. This surprised him, being done by a child after all, but there was no force at all and the boy didn’t seem to mind it either. Siberius had a complete hard on himself, despite being disgusted about it, but this imagery was just too intimate to not get hard, especially once the boy took about good 2/3 of the hares penis deep into his mouth and neck. The boy started thrusting his neck back and for and slurping all over the penis, the big front tooth picking about the surface of the penis. The boy didn’t stop when the hare started to ejaculate into his mouth; indeed he seemed to drink it eagerly.\nAll of this took a little less than 2 minutes and it ended as suddenly as it had begun. While the boy was licking some leftovers of the hare’s cum from his lips, Lepus petted him and said: “Good boy.”\n“Thanks unkie.”, responded Tiler.\nSiberius had a completely erected penis at the time and he felt terribly awkward about it.\nSuddenly, Lepus pointed at him and said: “That’s the one who nearly caused your uncle to die. Do you like him Tiler?” And unsurprisingly the boy answered with: “N-no he was a bad, baaaaaad,mishter.”\n“And look, it looks like his man-carrot expects you to like him too”, Lepus continued quite manipulative and Siberius got a REALY bad feeling in his stomach now.\n“He must be punished Tiler, it’s not okay to want to make you do something you don’t want to.”, said his uncle\nNow Siberius was scared. He didn’t know what horrible things would be possible with the boy still here, but he had no doubt that the hare was not very reserved in his thought on what to do to him.\nLepus looked to Tiler and said: “Go on and take his man-carrot into your mouth, I know what we will do about his punishment.” But the boy didn’t obey immediately and argued: “B-but unkie, he was a very very bad mishter! And only gewd mishters get his \"man-carrot\" all happy and juicy”\n“That’s right Tiler, but you are not going to make his man-carrot happy and juicy, so it’s alright.”, Lepus said calmly. Now the boy went over to Siberius and took in about half of the racoon’s penis. Siberius was still frightened, especially after that last sentence, but there was nothing he could do, he was barely able to move as it was.\n“Good Tiler, now close your teeth as if you were going to bite of a part of a carrot.”, ordered Lepus at once and Siberius was shocked for a moment, but the boy didn’t do it, he couldn’t. The boy got back up and asked: “But unkie, that makes owie.”\nLepus seemed disappointed, but gave a very gentle order to the boy: “It’s ok if you don’t want to do it Tiler, go back to your mother and help her with the cooking.”\n“A... awright, unkie”, and Tiler left the silo at once. Siberius was genuinely amazed that the boy was capable of opening and closing the heavy door all by himself.\n“Then I will have to do it myself!”, said Lepus in a tone that made Siberius shiver and wish that he would have had erectile dysfunction. All kindness in the hare’s voice was gone at once and instead only cruelty was to hear.\nSiberius panicked, if he wasn’t going to get away now… But it was too late. The hare already stepped right next to him and was crouching down so his head was about the height of the tip of his member.\nLepus took the amount of the coon’s penis into his mouth that he could and bit as hard as possible. His front teeth biting into the soft flesh until they reached the baculum. Siberius screamed in agony and looked down to the hare’s face that was slightly bloody now, a sight that was really unsettling regarding him being an herbivore as it was, but the sadistic smile made it look even worse, much worse.\nSiberius actually started to have doubts about whether it will be true that he was dying tomorrow, because right now he wouldn’t have bet on surviving the next few hours.\nLepus removed himself from the racoon, while amused of his pain; The hare couldn’t get his dislike for the taste of blood out of the way. Lepus took the racoon’s penis sharp into grip and then said: “Remember? I have to make sure, that you will not get hard.” He laughed and took the knive that was lying nearby to hand. He teared on the base of the racoon penis as much as possible, so as much as possible were out of sheath and brought the knife down with a swift move. A cracking sound and the numb “TUNK” the blade made when it burred into the wooden ground followed by multiple screams of pure agony from Siberius told Lepus that he succeeded.\n“Don’t be such a wimp, you will not miss it for merely a day and I will fix you up immediately!”, with these words Lepus laid the racoon penis that was about to run out of blood fast to the side and pressed a thick batch of bandages against the racoon’s sheath. When the bleeding ceased and most of the blood was soaked up, the hare took the needle and threat from the side and pulled the racoon’s sheath open to expose the wound. This caused the wound to bleed from anew, but Lepus just went ahead and stitched the wound up. He was able to close the wound in less than a minute. Then he continued pressing the blood soaked bandages on it.\nWhen the bleeding finally stopped, Lepus threw the bandages to the side.\n“I will give you some rest now, I will be back after the nightfall.”, were the hares last words before leaving the mutilated and crying racoon to himself. \n\nSiberius cried himself to sleep that night…\n \n[center][b]Part 3[/b][/center]\nIt was before midnight, when Siberius awoke to the sound of the hare coming in anew. His crotch still filling his whole body with pain and the dried blood in his fur along the smell of blood in the air made him feel too ill to get into an upright position. He could hear that Lepus was carrying something with him. He could hear the steps of the hare as he came closer, but he was unable to face his captor with the dignity that was left in his body.\n\n“Ya ain’t looking too well ma boy”, Lepus teased the poor racoon in a southern-state slang.\n“…”\n“Don’t take it too hard, after all, I did spare you the torture you deserve!”, said the hare bold.\n“…”\n“You are not dying on me here, are you? You shouldn’t have lost that much blood…”, the hare said in a genuinely worried tone, but it was obvious, that he didn’t care about the poor racoon at all. He was just interested in his own trade and that it would be off if he died here.\n“I wish I would!”, barked the racoon offensively. But Lepus only replied with: “You should be a little more thankful. I think I will have my fun with you after all.” Lepus crouched down and started whispering: “but that’s our little secret. Ok’ ma boy?”\n\nSiberius was roughly turned from his side onto his stomach. He could see that Lepus went to the carrots that were still whole and picked a rather big one.\n“This should be enough, for starters”, the hare was snickering at the racoon.\nLepus got back to the racoon and sat on top of him, facing his virgin butt.\n“Please don’t.”, the racoon suddenly begged and Lepus responded somewhat startled: “What? Not so bold anymore? Fine, I will do you a favour.”\nSiberius could hear slurping sounds from his back before the feeling of a rough and wet structure on his tailhole.\nHe could feel the pressure the hare puts on the carrot, trying to push it inside. The carrot moved little by little, but not without causing severe pain to the poor racoon.\n“NNGH! Please stop!”, came from the racoon a weeping sound. He was genuinely crying now.\n“But it is just halfway in… You really want me to stop pushing this rough carrot into your little cherry?”, Lepus mocked.\n“Yes, yes please, please stop it!”, the racoon begged.\n“Fine, but only if you cooperate from now on.”, the hare offered.\n\nSiberius felt horribly degraded and didn’t had a good feeling about it, but he still agreed.\n\n“Then I will continue with your enema.”, said the hair in a sexual voice.\n“What’s an ene… aaahhh!”, Siberius was about to ask, when he felt the hare penetrating his aching tailhole with a rather sleek, wet and warm something… His penis!\n“Calm down, you said you would cooperate.”, Lepus reminded him.\n\nSiberius tried to be as calm and quite as possible, but the rape was painful even though the penis was not much bigger than the carrot was.\nHe could feel the hare humping his back while tears run down his cheeks.\nIt took only one or two minutes, till he could hear the hares moan and feel the movement of the hair grinding to an halt.\n\n“See? Wasn’t THAT bad now, was it? At least not compared to doing it with that delicious carrot.”, teased Lepus the poor racoon and started to eat the carrot he had used before. Siberius had to suppress the need to puke when he saw the hare eating the carrot that was covered in some of his own excrements.\nHe also had to suppress the needs to urinate and dump on the floor, because he hadn’t done it in over a day now and the pressure got stronger every minute as he felt.\n“I think you have to empty yourself now, don’t you? Don’t worry, I have brought an empty bucket for that!”, Lepus said scarily enthusiastic.\n\nIt was hard for Siberius to position himself directly above the bucket. He was still weak and his knees were hurting from the amount he had to kneel in the last day. Once he positioned himself above the bucket though, it too only a minute or two for him to empty himself.\nAfterwards Lepus switched the bucket with the other one he had brought in. Siberius could see a sponge, grooming equipment, the scary looking sewing needle and other tools to clear body parts.\n\n“You did not expect me to trade you in looking like that, did you?”, Lepus asked to answer the coon’s confused look.\n\nSiberius watched as Lepus removed the tools and left the silo with the now empty bucket just to come back with it now filled to the brim with water. He watched the hare drenching the sponge in the cool water and him walking to his back. He startled a bit when the cold sponge touched his back, but as agreed, he tried to cooperate. After all, this was the tamest the hare had done to him so far too.\nThe rest of the washing, he was calm, only startled twice. Once when his sore tailhole was washed and once, when his sheath and wound were.\nAfter the washing followed grooming, in order to remove the dried blood from the fur. This was done so passionately, that the coon had to check back whether that was still the hare’s doing or not.\nNow the tools for cleaning claws were put to use, thought uncomfortable at times, it was still kind of professional. Siberius was pretty sure that the hare had a fetish for it, not that he was about to complain though.\n“Please open your mouth.”, said the hare like in trance when he came close to Siberius’ head with another tool that seemed to be for dental care. He obeyed immediately and suddenly wondered about something: The hare did ASK him to open the mouth!\nOverall, reflecting over the time he spent here, it seemed that Lepus kept treating him a little better every time, though pretty subtle.\n\nAfter Lepus finished with cleaning the coon up, he started cleaning the floor.\nIt was now that Siberius felt the need to ask: “Why are you doing this?”\nLepus answered: “Because if the blood rots, my carrots will too and the smell wouldn’t help either, also a red stain does always look bad, even if legal.”\nThe coon said surprised: “That’s not what I meant. I meant why you are trading me, why you are treating me like this.”\nLepus looked over and said: “Want to know why? Fine I will tell you.”\n\nHe continued cleaning the wooden floor from the dried blood.\n\n“Say, do you know the deer clan in the forest nearby?”, asked Lepus.\n“The “papaquini imicxic”? Yes I heard of them, why? Was she one of them?”, Siberius asked back.\nLepus started to explain: “Indeed. You for sure also know that they required JOSHI’s personal help to get accounted as an independent tribe. Which is the reason why they are so god damn proud.”\n“I am aware of that, but how does this have to do with my sacrifice?”, the coon asked.\nLepus continued: “It’s because of a guy you might have heard of too, he’s somewhat famous now and named Artiqulianus. He calls himself whatever is most convenient for him though, both in name as well as profession. However, just as many outlaws, he stepped the wrong person on the toes. More precisely: JOSHI himself. I don’t know what he did and I don’t know how he escaped JOSHI, but I know that he must be tricky to do such a feat. That’s also the reason why he is a wanted now… a high priced one.”\n\nLepus stood up and threw the sponge into the bucket. The ground was completely clean now.\n\n“Please continue!”, the coon begged.\nNow it was on Lepus to look confused, but he continued his explanation nevertheless: “It seems he is hiding out in the western woods. And instead of hunting feral, he is hunting the deer tribe to survive which he…”\n“But why would he do that? That’s unnecessary cruel and against every law and book! It will get him killed for sure!”, Siberius interrupted roughly.\nThe hare continued calmly: “Exactly because of that, he IS unnecessary cruel and since he is an outlaw now, he doesn’t have to care about either the law or a book.”, Lepus paused to see whether the racoon wanted to interrupt him again. When nothing was said, he continued: “As I tried to say before, he already decimated the tribe from 38 to 23 members. If he would continue this way, the tribe would be gone at the end of winter, despite them being good hunters and fighters and their attempts to defend themselves.”\nSiberius couldn’t resist asking: “Why don’t they call for help? The guardian order would make short process with someone who breaches the rules as such, especially if a mage, sorcerer, spell caster or even magus from the elite-corpse would aid them!”\n“Indeed, but you see, at the beginning when they had the chance, they were to proud to. Now they are under pressure, so much so, that they cannot send a courier for the 2 days travel to Romf. You see, he threatens them that, when even one of them is missing on an evening, he would go on a homicidal rampage. And what good would the GO make then? After all, he would be gone long before they would arrive.”, Lepus finished.\n“I still don’t understand where my sacrifice is of any use…”, was all the racoon said.\nLepus shook the head and said: “Young people never change, even when those that are young do.”\nSiberius looked confused.\nBut the hare continued: “You see, when she came to me, I immediately send a note with my friend Ignatius to Romf. Describing the situation, selling Artiqulianus’ position and requesting aid. This and the aid from the tribe is about to guarantee me to survive not just this, but also at least the next twenty winters… If I wouldn’t take care of myself, that is. However, this would still decimate their clan members further. But with you as a sacrifice and the deal they try to make with Artiqulianus, none of them will die till the Guardian Order will aid them. That’s also the reason why I will make sure that the ritual will go as it should.”\nSilence filled the room until Siberius finally broke the silence: “I understand now… That’s what this is all about… I think I will cooperate. But why do you treat me nicer all of a sudden?”\nThe hare answered with a smile and while taking the needle and the cord: “You noticed? Maybe you are not as disillusioned as I thought. It’s fairly simple: The more I did, the more you changed from a lousy worthless thieve to an honourable sacrifice. A little bit old fashioned, but that’s how I am. And please hold still now.”\n\nLepus took the served raccoon penis from a stand nearby and knelt between the coons legs.\n\nAfter some survey he said: “hmm… Shit! This isn’t going to work this way. Your sheath is in the way and if I circumcise you, it would corrupt the ritual!”\n“Just cut me lose. Then I can hold my sheath back while you do… whatever you are about to do. I promise not to flee.”, Siberius responded.\nLepus was obviously not happy with that idea, but he had no other choice.\nHe cut the strings that tied the coon’s hands together. \nSiberius did as he promised and held his foreskin back, although he had some fear of whatever that hare was about to do.\nLepus began to position the very pale looking and slightly smaller coon penis about where it originally was. Then he started to sew it back to where it belonged in the first place. He used a particularly curious stitch so the stitching would not be visible. Although he had to stop every now and then because Siberius was either twitching too much or losing grip of his foreskin, he made good progress.\n\nHalfway around he started: “Don’t make any misconceptions. Even if you would survive tomorrow, your penis would not grow back on and you would not regain sensitivity.”\n\nAfter finishing the round it was amazingly hard to notice that the penis was still served from the body. To Siberius’ surprise Lepus suddenly started to lick his dead penis. He did nothing but stare at this weird sight: A hare licking his penis furiously and his body only receiving slight pain instead of any pleasure.\n\n“You will have to at least do as if you would still feel it.”, said Lepus suddenly and shook Siberius completely out of his thoughts.\nLepus was turning around to get some bandages to stop the small bleeding again and fell paralysed to the ground.\nSiberius had stabbed him into the left shoulder, close to the neck, but too low to actually kill him. He had used the knife that was close enough to grab it. He freed himself from the strings tying his feats behind his back. It took him a few minutes, before he was able to stand up and walk again. He started to walk away when he felt a firm grip on his ankle. “Wait, you said you would cooperate! Please, what is with th-”, but he was roughly interrupted by Siberius: “I am not going to die that soon geezer. But don’t worry; you will not die by this wound. I am a homeless thieve after all, what did you expect?”, with those words Siberius left the silo and made his way over the farm ground to the door.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"!Caution, different parts have widely different content, please check out the description to determine which parts you want to read!
Part 1
It was midsummer and a very hot one at that. The nights on the other side were pretty cool. These conditions rendered work during the early afternoon impossible without endangering ones own health and it also caused the high quality carrots from the hares and bunnies to not grow properly, since the soil got too dry nearly all the time, despite the farmers’ careful tries to wet the soil with water multiple times a day.
At the end of the last seeding cycle of the year, the hares and bunnies of the area had barely enough dandelion, salad and carrots to get through the winter. One farmer, Lepus, had an especially hard time to make sure he wouldn’t die of famine, due to the fact that he only grew carrots and usually traded most of them in for than enough dandelion and salad. But this year he had barely something to trade not to mention that the others didn’t want to trade their small amounts of food either.
It was towards the middle of the winter, and as expected, famine wasn’t avoidable. Most people had an easy enough a time to survive hungrily that they stayed that way and just waited with little passion for the next spring. But as often during times like this, there also were those who decide not to accept their situation and make a better living by taking what people had left away from them.
One such fiend was the racoon Siberius. He had already stolen some food from different people when he went one night to the farm of Lepus in order to get himself some tasty carrots.
It was cold and everything was covered in a thin layer of snow. The sky was clear and the stars shined brightly. The night was calm and dark due to it being new moon. Siberius was standing in front of the gate that led into the farm ground. He didn’t have much trouble to open the ancient looking lock that seemed to be more decoration than anything else. He made his way fast across the bare, snow covered fields and ways to the food silo where the carrots were stored. He carefully opened the heavy door and entered. What he found there was a pitifully small pile of carefully prepared carrots. Siberius looked vastly disappointed, these carrots were neither going to hold themselves fresh for a long time anymore, nor would they supplement either of them through the winter. In fact he found it nicer to steal them now and let the owner die from starving now, than letting him fight with hunger, and illness, which he would definitely get from some of the clearly not fresh anymore carrots.
He ate some of the best looking carrots and started to shred the ones in danger of starting to rot. He was done after a few minutes and was leaving. He passed the heavy door and suddenly fell over. He had tripped on something, something that wasn’t there when he came, a tripwire!
It didn’t take more than a few seconds before he was completely overwhelmed by a comparably big hare who pulled his arms behind his back and tied them together before tying his feet together and onto his thighs, rendering him completely immobilized. Suddenly, the hare shoved him back into the silo: „Get in there you rat!”
“I am a racoon!”, Siberius responded upset, he hated it to be mistaken or insulted.
“As if I care!”, was all he heard before he was imprisoned in the food silo.
Siberius spend most of the next day with pondering on how he was discovered and searching a way to escape. But there was nothing he could do tied up like this.
It was late afternoon when he heard a voice from outside. They were talking about something, he couldn’t pick up much of the dialogue, just some phrases every now and then or what was screamed at each other. From what he could pick up, it was a kind of negotiation, but by whom? And about What? Siberius did get into a less comfortable sitting position against the wall to not look all THAT pitiful, should they decide to come in.
And wouldn’t you know it, only a little later they did. He looked at the hare with a rebellious look when he heard the visitor, a young and athletic looking female deer from a tribe inside the forest, say: “My, one should think he would be cooperative in his situation, but then again, he might have heard what we plan to do.”
“I don’t think so, but I have to congratulate you, you just shot every chance of him cooperating with us to hell!”, Lepus responded calmer than his words let expect.
“I don’t care, I only care that you bring him to the meeting place tomorrow, but maybe we can have some fun with him…”, were her last words before lifting her loincloth to the side and sexily starting to rub and stretch her beautiful and inviting bits. Despite Siberius’ strong disagreement with having a boner in this situation, his long and small racoon penis nevertheless started to come out of his small sheet. The same applied to Lepus, who found it quite disgraceful how willingly these tribe members showed off their genitals. His pointy and not quite a foot long member standing up pointing nearly exactly to the tall deer’s moist entrance.
She looked at both their penises and then sighted, obviously disappointed with the selection.
“I am sorry, please don’t be offended Lepus, but neither of you seems worth a try. I hope our deal stands nevertheless.”, she continued the negotiation.
Lepus obviously caught in fantasies answered hastily: “Of course, I am familiar with your tribe’s customs, so you can leave the rest to me.”
“Good, you know where and when, I will make sure that our part of the deal will be kept too.”, were her last words before she left.
Siberius asked still aroused and somewhat confused: “What are the tribe’s customs?”
“Making sure that a sacrifice doesn’t get a boner when presented during the ritual. Usua-”, started Lepus explaining, before Siberius fell him into the word: “SACRIFICE!?! I JUST TRIED TO STEAL A LITTLE FOOD AND YOU ARE GOING TO LET THEM KILL ME!?! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN WITH MAKING SURE NOT TO GET A BONER!?! THAT’S AGAINST THE LAW! HOW CAN YOU DO THAT?”
“Calm down, else you won’t get any answers!”, the hare said sharp.
It took Siberius a little time to process what he just heard and getting back to a somewhat calm attitude.
Then Lepus continued his explanations: “Usually by allowing the sacrifice to mate all the times he wants before the ritual. This became a custom due to the fact that they are all some sort of extreme pacifists… don’t ask me, I never cared enough to learn their believe, however, they grope the sacrifice three times to show that he is not horny.”
“How will they… kill me?”, Siberius asked frightened. The old hare answered calmly but with a clear sound of dislike: “As they kill always. A quick stab into your neck, you will not even have the time to scream.”
Siberius was calmed by this, which he found to be quite weird.
“Oh and one more thing”, Lepus started again, “According to the Law, killing someone or taking part in an action that leads into someone getting killed is indeed illegal, but trading with a tribe or the execution of a custom by the tribe it belongs to however, is not. Also since you, in full knowledge destroyed my property which my life depends on, according to law, you now belong to me until you work off the damage, thus I can trade you like any other good.”
Siberius didn’t believe it… He was right! That cursed hare spoke the truth! Usually Siberius didn’t see himself in danger to becoming temporary enslaved like that, because he usually doesn’t destroy stuff, but this time he HAD!
Lepus left the silo and closed the big door firmly.
Siberius on the other hand started to ponder what had and will happen…
Part 2
Siberius got ripped out of his slight sleep by the sound of the door opening again. He could see that there was still bright light outside, so it must have been less than 4 hours since he got to know that he were going to be sacrificed, yet if felt like at least a week. So distant...
Lepus entered the silo and walked over to Siberius, but there was someone small behind him, Siberius noticed.
“I introduce you to my nephew, come here Tiler.”, said the hare and a small bunny boy appeared.
“Hi mishter.”, greeted the boy.
To say that Siberius was confused by this situation would be an understatement. After all, why was he here? What was Lepus planning?
“Tiler likes to play, right Tiler?”, asked Lepus more to the air than to any of them, but Tiler answered nevertheless: “Y-yeah unkie Lepus.”
“And you like carrots, don’t you?”, continued the hare and the boy answered shallow with: ”Mhm.”
Siberius got a vague idea, where this was going and he didn’t like it.
“Then do you like me?”, was the hares question. Tiler answered with: “A... awright, unkie“
Siberius couldn’t believe what was about to happen, but Lepus just said: “So do you want to play with my man-carrot?” and without even answering, the bunny boy started to grope his uncle’s “man-carrot”. Soon after, the hare was all hard and the boy licked his penis in its whole length, again and again and again. Despite being somewhat worried about this, Siberius felt his body’s arousal. This surprised him, being done by a child after all, but there was no force at all and the boy didn’t seem to mind it either. Siberius had a complete hard on himself, despite being disgusted about it, but this imagery was just too intimate to not get hard, especially once the boy took about good 2/3 of the hares penis deep into his mouth and neck. The boy started thrusting his neck back and for and slurping all over the penis, the big front tooth picking about the surface of the penis. The boy didn’t stop when the hare started to ejaculate into his mouth; indeed he seemed to drink it eagerly.
All of this took a little less than 2 minutes and it ended as suddenly as it had begun. While the boy was licking some leftovers of the hare’s cum from his lips, Lepus petted him and said: “Good boy.”
“Thanks unkie.”, responded Tiler.
Siberius had a completely erected penis at the time and he felt terribly awkward about it.
Suddenly, Lepus pointed at him and said: “That’s the one who nearly caused your uncle to die. Do you like him Tiler?” And unsurprisingly the boy answered with: “N-no he was a bad, baaaaaad,mishter.”
“And look, it looks like his man-carrot expects you to like him too”, Lepus continued quite manipulative and Siberius got a REALY bad feeling in his stomach now.
“He must be punished Tiler, it’s not okay to want to make you do something you don’t want to.”, said his uncle
Now Siberius was scared. He didn’t know what horrible things would be possible with the boy still here, but he had no doubt that the hare was not very reserved in his thought on what to do to him.
Lepus looked to Tiler and said: “Go on and take his man-carrot into your mouth, I know what we will do about his punishment.” But the boy didn’t obey immediately and argued: “B-but unkie, he was a very very bad mishter! And only gewd mishters get his "man-carrot" all happy and juicy”
“That’s right Tiler, but you are not going to make his man-carrot happy and juicy, so it’s alright.”, Lepus said calmly. Now the boy went over to Siberius and took in about half of the racoon’s penis. Siberius was still frightened, especially after that last sentence, but there was nothing he could do, he was barely able to move as it was.
“Good Tiler, now close your teeth as if you were going to bite of a part of a carrot.”, ordered Lepus at once and Siberius was shocked for a moment, but the boy didn’t do it, he couldn’t. The boy got back up and asked: “But unkie, that makes owie.”
Lepus seemed disappointed, but gave a very gentle order to the boy: “It’s ok if you don’t want to do it Tiler, go back to your mother and help her with the cooking.”
“A... awright, unkie”, and Tiler left the silo at once. Siberius was genuinely amazed that the boy was capable of opening and closing the heavy door all by himself.
“Then I will have to do it myself!”, said Lepus in a tone that made Siberius shiver and wish that he would have had erectile dysfunction. All kindness in the hare’s voice was gone at once and instead only cruelty was to hear.
Siberius panicked, if he wasn’t going to get away now… But it was too late. The hare already stepped right next to him and was crouching down so his head was about the height of the tip of his member.
Lepus took the amount of the coon’s penis into his mouth that he could and bit as hard as possible. His front teeth biting into the soft flesh until they reached the baculum. Siberius screamed in agony and looked down to the hare’s face that was slightly bloody now, a sight that was really unsettling regarding him being an herbivore as it was, but the sadistic smile made it look even worse, much worse.
Siberius actually started to have doubts about whether it will be true that he was dying tomorrow, because right now he wouldn’t have bet on surviving the next few hours.
Lepus removed himself from the racoon, while amused of his pain; The hare couldn’t get his dislike for the taste of blood out of the way. Lepus took the racoon’s penis sharp into grip and then said: “Remember? I have to make sure, that you will not get hard.” He laughed and took the knive that was lying nearby to hand. He teared on the base of the racoon penis as much as possible, so as much as possible were out of sheath and brought the knife down with a swift move. A cracking sound and the numb “TUNK” the blade made when it burred into the wooden ground followed by multiple screams of pure agony from Siberius told Lepus that he succeeded.
“Don’t be such a wimp, you will not miss it for merely a day and I will fix you up immediately!”, with these words Lepus laid the racoon penis that was about to run out of blood fast to the side and pressed a thick batch of bandages against the racoon’s sheath. When the bleeding ceased and most of the blood was soaked up, the hare took the needle and threat from the side and pulled the racoon’s sheath open to expose the wound. This caused the wound to bleed from anew, but Lepus just went ahead and stitched the wound up. He was able to close the wound in less than a minute. Then he continued pressing the blood soaked bandages on it.
When the bleeding finally stopped, Lepus threw the bandages to the side.
“I will give you some rest now, I will be back after the nightfall.”, were the hares last words before leaving the mutilated and crying racoon to himself.
Siberius cried himself to sleep that night…
Part 3
It was before midnight, when Siberius awoke to the sound of the hare coming in anew. His crotch still filling his whole body with pain and the dried blood in his fur along the smell of blood in the air made him feel too ill to get into an upright position. He could hear that Lepus was carrying something with him. He could hear the steps of the hare as he came closer, but he was unable to face his captor with the dignity that was left in his body.
“Ya ain’t looking too well ma boy”, Lepus teased the poor racoon in a southern-state slang.
“…”
“Don’t take it too hard, after all, I did spare you the torture you deserve!”, said the hare bold.
“…”
“You are not dying on me here, are you? You shouldn’t have lost that much blood…”, the hare said in a genuinely worried tone, but it was obvious, that he didn’t care about the poor racoon at all. He was just interested in his own trade and that it would be off if he died here.
“I wish I would!”, barked the racoon offensively. But Lepus only replied with: “You should be a little more thankful. I think I will have my fun with you after all.” Lepus crouched down and started whispering: “but that’s our little secret. Ok’ ma boy?”
Siberius was roughly turned from his side onto his stomach. He could see that Lepus went to the carrots that were still whole and picked a rather big one.
“This should be enough, for starters”, the hare was snickering at the racoon.
Lepus got back to the racoon and sat on top of him, facing his virgin butt.
“Please don’t.”, the racoon suddenly begged and Lepus responded somewhat startled: “What? Not so bold anymore? Fine, I will do you a favour.”
Siberius could hear slurping sounds from his back before the feeling of a rough and wet structure on his tailhole.
He could feel the pressure the hare puts on the carrot, trying to push it inside. The carrot moved little by little, but not without causing severe pain to the poor racoon.
“NNGH! Please stop!”, came from the racoon a weeping sound. He was genuinely crying now.
“But it is just halfway in… You really want me to stop pushing this rough carrot into your little cherry?”, Lepus mocked.
“Yes, yes please, please stop it!”, the racoon begged.
“Fine, but only if you cooperate from now on.”, the hare offered.
Siberius felt horribly degraded and didn’t had a good feeling about it, but he still agreed.
“Then I will continue with your enema.”, said the hair in a sexual voice.
“What’s an ene… aaahhh!”, Siberius was about to ask, when he felt the hare penetrating his aching tailhole with a rather sleek, wet and warm something… His penis!
“Calm down, you said you would cooperate.”, Lepus reminded him.
Siberius tried to be as calm and quite as possible, but the rape was painful even though the penis was not much bigger than the carrot was.
He could feel the hare humping his back while tears run down his cheeks.
It took only one or two minutes, till he could hear the hares moan and feel the movement of the hair grinding to an halt.
“See? Wasn’t THAT bad now, was it? At least not compared to doing it with that delicious carrot.”, teased Lepus the poor racoon and started to eat the carrot he had used before. Siberius had to suppress the need to puke when he saw the hare eating the carrot that was covered in some of his own excrements.
He also had to suppress the needs to urinate and dump on the floor, because he hadn’t done it in over a day now and the pressure got stronger every minute as he felt.
“I think you have to empty yourself now, don’t you? Don’t worry, I have brought an empty bucket for that!”, Lepus said scarily enthusiastic.
It was hard for Siberius to position himself directly above the bucket. He was still weak and his knees were hurting from the amount he had to kneel in the last day. Once he positioned himself above the bucket though, it too only a minute or two for him to empty himself.
Afterwards Lepus switched the bucket with the other one he had brought in. Siberius could see a sponge, grooming equipment, the scary looking sewing needle and other tools to clear body parts.
“You did not expect me to trade you in looking like that, did you?”, Lepus asked to answer the coon’s confused look.
Siberius watched as Lepus removed the tools and left the silo with the now empty bucket just to come back with it now filled to the brim with water. He watched the hare drenching the sponge in the cool water and him walking to his back. He startled a bit when the cold sponge touched his back, but as agreed, he tried to cooperate. After all, this was the tamest the hare had done to him so far too.
The rest of the washing, he was calm, only startled twice. Once when his sore tailhole was washed and once, when his sheath and wound were.
After the washing followed grooming, in order to remove the dried blood from the fur. This was done so passionately, that the coon had to check back whether that was still the hare’s doing or not.
Now the tools for cleaning claws were put to use, thought uncomfortable at times, it was still kind of professional. Siberius was pretty sure that the hare had a fetish for it, not that he was about to complain though.
“Please open your mouth.”, said the hare like in trance when he came close to Siberius’ head with another tool that seemed to be for dental care. He obeyed immediately and suddenly wondered about something: The hare did ASK him to open the mouth!
Overall, reflecting over the time he spent here, it seemed that Lepus kept treating him a little better every time, though pretty subtle.
After Lepus finished with cleaning the coon up, he started cleaning the floor.
It was now that Siberius felt the need to ask: “Why are you doing this?”
Lepus answered: “Because if the blood rots, my carrots will too and the smell wouldn’t help either, also a red stain does always look bad, even if legal.”
The coon said surprised: “That’s not what I meant. I meant why you are trading me, why you are treating me like this.”
Lepus looked over and said: “Want to know why? Fine I will tell you.”
He continued cleaning the wooden floor from the dried blood.
“Say, do you know the deer clan in the forest nearby?”, asked Lepus.
“The “papaquini imicxic”? Yes I heard of them, why? Was she one of them?”, Siberius asked back.
Lepus started to explain: “Indeed. You for sure also know that they required JOSHI’s personal help to get accounted as an independent tribe. Which is the reason why they are so god damn proud.”
“I am aware of that, but how does this have to do with my sacrifice?”, the coon asked.
Lepus continued: “It’s because of a guy you might have heard of too, he’s somewhat famous now and named Artiqulianus. He calls himself whatever is most convenient for him though, both in name as well as profession. However, just as many outlaws, he stepped the wrong person on the toes. More precisely: JOSHI himself. I don’t know what he did and I don’t know how he escaped JOSHI, but I know that he must be tricky to do such a feat. That’s also the reason why he is a wanted now… a high priced one.”
Lepus stood up and threw the sponge into the bucket. The ground was completely clean now.
“Please continue!”, the coon begged.
Now it was on Lepus to look confused, but he continued his explanation nevertheless: “It seems he is hiding out in the western woods. And instead of hunting feral, he is hunting the deer tribe to survive which he…”
“But why would he do that? That’s unnecessary cruel and against every law and book! It will get him killed for sure!”, Siberius interrupted roughly.
The hare continued calmly: “Exactly because of that, he IS unnecessary cruel and since he is an outlaw now, he doesn’t have to care about either the law or a book.”, Lepus paused to see whether the racoon wanted to interrupt him again. When nothing was said, he continued: “As I tried to say before, he already decimated the tribe from 38 to 23 members. If he would continue this way, the tribe would be gone at the end of winter, despite them being good hunters and fighters and their attempts to defend themselves.”
Siberius couldn’t resist asking: “Why don’t they call for help? The guardian order would make short process with someone who breaches the rules as such, especially if a mage, sorcerer, spell caster or even magus from the elite-corpse would aid them!”
“Indeed, but you see, at the beginning when they had the chance, they were to proud to. Now they are under pressure, so much so, that they cannot send a courier for the 2 days travel to Romf. You see, he threatens them that, when even one of them is missing on an evening, he would go on a homicidal rampage. And what good would the GO make then? After all, he would be gone long before they would arrive.”, Lepus finished.
“I still don’t understand where my sacrifice is of any use…”, was all the racoon said.
Lepus shook the head and said: “Young people never change, even when those that are young do.”
Siberius looked confused.
But the hare continued: “You see, when she came to me, I immediately send a note with my friend Ignatius to Romf. Describing the situation, selling Artiqulianus’ position and requesting aid. This and the aid from the tribe is about to guarantee me to survive not just this, but also at least the next twenty winters… If I wouldn’t take care of myself, that is. However, this would still decimate their clan members further. But with you as a sacrifice and the deal they try to make with Artiqulianus, none of them will die till the Guardian Order will aid them. That’s also the reason why I will make sure that the ritual will go as it should.”
Silence filled the room until Siberius finally broke the silence: “I understand now… That’s what this is all about… I think I will cooperate. But why do you treat me nicer all of a sudden?”
The hare answered with a smile and while taking the needle and the cord: “You noticed? Maybe you are not as disillusioned as I thought. It’s fairly simple: The more I did, the more you changed from a lousy worthless thieve to an honourable sacrifice. A little bit old fashioned, but that’s how I am. And please hold still now.”
Lepus took the served raccoon penis from a stand nearby and knelt between the coons legs.
After some survey he said: “hmm… Shit! This isn’t going to work this way. Your sheath is in the way and if I circumcise you, it would corrupt the ritual!”
“Just cut me lose. Then I can hold my sheath back while you do… whatever you are about to do. I promise not to flee.”, Siberius responded.
Lepus was obviously not happy with that idea, but he had no other choice.
He cut the strings that tied the coon’s hands together.
Siberius did as he promised and held his foreskin back, although he had some fear of whatever that hare was about to do.
Lepus began to position the very pale looking and slightly smaller coon penis about where it originally was. Then he started to sew it back to where it belonged in the first place. He used a particularly curious stitch so the stitching would not be visible. Although he had to stop every now and then because Siberius was either twitching too much or losing grip of his foreskin, he made good progress.
Halfway around he started: “Don’t make any misconceptions. Even if you would survive tomorrow, your penis would not grow back on and you would not regain sensitivity.”
After finishing the round it was amazingly hard to notice that the penis was still served from the body. To Siberius’ surprise Lepus suddenly started to lick his dead penis. He did nothing but stare at this weird sight: A hare licking his penis furiously and his body only receiving slight pain instead of any pleasure.
“You will have to at least do as if you would still feel it.”, said Lepus suddenly and shook Siberius completely out of his thoughts.
Lepus was turning around to get some bandages to stop the small bleeding again and fell paralysed to the ground.
Siberius had stabbed him into the left shoulder, close to the neck, but too low to actually kill him. He had used the knife that was close enough to grab it. He freed himself from the strings tying his feats behind his back. It took him a few minutes, before he was able to stand up and walk again. He started to walk away when he felt a firm grip on his ankle. “Wait, you said you would cooperate! Please, what is with th-”, but he was roughly interrupted by Siberius: “I am not going to die that soon geezer. But don’t worry; you will not die by this wound. I am a homeless thieve after all, what did you expect?”, with those words Siberius left the silo and made his way over the farm ground to the door.","pools_count":1,"title":"Hare, Carrot, Deer. Thieve,knive,peer.","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"application/msword","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"},{"content_tag_id":"5","name":"Strong Violence","description":"Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"7","views":"962","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}