Hawkbit just loves to fuck his favorite toy, the tightness of the squirrel drives the Rabbit wild!
Only thing is though, Hawkbit can be a little too aggressive sometimes, and it turns out, He can be a pretty filthy Buck too.
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His Favorite Fucktoy
The landscape had been beaten. Utterly and completely.
A storm hadn't done it, that wouldn't have been nearly enough; they always left a whipped, chaotic look to the land, broken branches and scattered leaves. No, a far more punishing and drawn out abuse had reduced the hills to what they were now. The air was frigid and damp, from the earliest days of spring. The snows had melted, only barely and only in patches across the landscape, but here the soft blanket of white had disappeared, revealing what lay beneath.
The winter had been long, and cold, and harsh. The snow had been six feet deep in places and hadn't melted since October. There had been storms; ice cold rain slashing into it, but the snow had always persisted. Not for an entire season and longer had the temperature been above zero, and the crushing, freezing obliterating cold had all but destroyed everything it touched. Now, as it finally released its deathgrip, the shattered remains of the world came into view.
There was grass; dead and brown with only a few scattered spots of hopeful green in it, the hills a subdued dirty grey. Trees stuck out as jagged skeletons of what they once were and rocks had been scoured clean. The sky was a uniform dull gray, casting a pall over everything. In time, days, weeks perhaps, the world would recover and spring would arrive proper. But for now the world licked its wounds and shivered in the aftermath of a cruel winter. It was a harsh and hungry time, dangerous to be aboveground. You'd need to be desperate, or mad, or both to do so.
Skater the squirrel could have been either; he scurried as fast as he could over the ground, seeking out flat land when he could and cursing when he couldn't. He was a buck to match the landscape, his fur tattered and untidy, a thick winter coat that was torn and disordered, missing patches in places and oddly sticky in others. He looked less like he needed a bath and more like he needed recycling. His pace was slow and uneven; the winter had been as harsh on him as it had on the land itself and he was low on energy. Beneath his fur he was as thin as a rake, having had to survive months without a single acorn to his name. Next winter for sure he was going to find some better accommodations; a nice, snug, stone-walled squirrelhole with an accommodating doe. Lesson earned there, he'd be prepared. Next time. He should have been more cautious and careful in the present; he was weak and tired having barely made it through the season. But it was the measures he'd had to resort to to survive the winter that propelled him onwards; he wanted to get as far away from these hills as possible, as quickly as possible before-
“Aaah, there you are! I was wondering where you might've run off to ya little sneak!”
The squirrel stopped cold; looking over his shoulder to where the large gray rabbit stood, just a few feet away. Without the snow his footsteps couldn't be heard nearly so easily, and he'd manage to sneak up on the brushtail with consummate ease. His name was Hawkbit and he'd… helped the squirrel survive. In return for being allowed to stay in one of the lapine's old burros the squirrel had… well done everything and anything he'd been told. For months. It had very nearly killed him, in his opinion anyway, and he wasn't particularly keen on extending the arrangement any longer than he had to. So he was very disappointed to see the demanding male standing there, foot tapping on the ground in mild annoyance.
“What's the rush fuzzbutt? I don't think I gave you permission to leave, now did I?”
Skater turned, his tail swishing in mixed worry and anger. He had planned to leave without being detected, but fat chance of that now. In his current, weakened state there was no hope of him being able to outrun the healthy and well-fed buck either; but he wasn't about to drop to his knees and beg. He'd suffered an entire winter of that sort of overbearing arrogance and was fed up with it. He was going to stand his ground!
“What? I don't need your permission!”
In a flash the rabbit was right next to him, paw shooting out and grasping his chestfur, lifting him several inches off the ground as his feet trod empty air. His eyes went wide with surprise and shock as the gray buck pulled him close, the two now nose-to-nose as a pair of cold, olive-brown eyes stared into the squirrel's own hazel pair. When the rabbit spoke his voice was level and stern, as if telling off a wayward kit, his free paw waving in admonition.
“Oh yes you do. In case you forgot, jizzrag, you're mine. And that means you can't just bail on me like that… Now I'm going to have to settle things properly and remind you of your place.”
With a triumphant grin the longear let the squirrel drop like a sack of potatoes to the ground, where he landed heavily on his stomach, knocking the wind from him. Before he could react the same paw that had just released him grabbed the fur on he back oh his neck, lifting him by his scruff and jamming his head onto Hawkbit's crotch.The brushtail's vision went dark as his muzzle sank into a furred paunch, smothering him as his face was rubbed up and down the larger male. This served to infuse Skater with the rabbit's musk; though given how thoroughly marked he already was this didn't actually change much. After a minute or so of being so used he was allowed to drop to the ground once more, this time being left to lay there. When he looked up it was to see the gray male standing over him, smirking confidently. He sighed, but made no further protests; he'd been in this position before, all winter in fact, and there was little to be done about it. It was just one last day of service, then he could walk away and leave that part of his life behind him.
“Aaah good. I see you remember your position now little toy. Now, it's been a few days since I've had that hot little muzzle of yours between my legs, so get to it.”
Skater obliged, getting up onto his hands and knees, placing his head just about level with the lapine's sheath. For the moment he collected himself, just staying there, almost motionless as the larger buck's scent washed over him. He could tell without even looking that Hawkbit would be looking down at him with his trademark smirk, paws on his hips, knowing that the squirrel wouldn't dare try anything. Musty, humid heat, a cloying scent of domminant maleness seeped into his nostrils. It was musky and ardently alpha; tinged with a faint hint of desire and a shadow of previous sex sessions in days past. If Skater tried he could almost imagine his own masked scent carried with it. The rubbing his face had just received left a sticky wetness against his nosetip that he couldn’t ignore, making it wrinkle and twitch irritably. Before he could stop himself he had flicked his tongue out, curling it against the end of his muzzle to lap off the small trace of scent and sweat that the contact had left there… and in doing so touched its underside against the hidden sheath right in front of his muzzle. It tasted as potent as it smelled, a sharp saltiness built up from days running around through cramped, closed-off burrows. His mouth went dry as it left a persistent stickiness against the back of his throat when he tried to swallow. Resigning himself to his fate he moved forward just a fraction of an inch, putting both of his paws up against the standing rabbit's thighs, leaning against him slightly for balance. This was it; he'd put off the task as long as he could… He didn't need any further instructions; he'd performed this action more times than he could count, and become very, very good at it. Obediently he began to lick.
“Oh good, you finally got started. Had to give up on all that running off nonsense sometime didn't you? You're the one that wants to be here after all, and you know it. I'm just helping you achieve your potential. You know this is going to feel so very, very good; that you'll love being my little fucktoy.”
He tried to ignore the rabbit's smart comments and focus on his 'work'; forcing down all of the nervous inhibition holding him back. With his muzzle so close to the bunny's increasingly plump sheath, with his paw brushing against the firm weight of a heavy sack, he could feel the intense heat emanating from between the buck's legs, and each inhalation through his nose brought a slightly-sharper dose of the scent of crowded warrens to his attention. The buck had evidently kept himself busy during the winter months he knew, running about, sparring with other males and curling up nice and hot with the rest of his group to stave off the cold. All of these things the squirrel could tell simply from the tone of the musk on his captor; familiar yet different each time. He began to pat down the larger male with his forepaws, brushing them in slow, even strokes down the rabbit's thighs and legs; smoothing the fur there while simultaneously inching closer and closer to their eventual targets. Softly furred paws were soon slipping around and under the hefty sac of the longear, warming it and encouraging it to hang lower, even despite the chill spring air. This was plain flattery of course, something he usually only did when commanded to. But the brown buck was in hot water and was sincerely hoping that a little extra effort might make things go over easier for him.
“Yeah, there you go… I bet they feel so amazing, hmmn? So heavy and full. Well don't worry; I'll make sure you drain every last drop from them before you're done… Awww, it's so cute when you blush. You make a perfect little sheath slicker, so damn slutty and needy…”
The squirrel was indeed blushing hotly; trying not to let his utter submission be too obvious. The hefty, hanging sack shifted, swayed and pulsed beneath his paws, the rabbit in front of him standing dutifully in place but occasionally clenching and unclenching his toes, digging them into the dirt slightly each time a spark of pleasure was kindled in him. Once more Skater ignored that as well as the further taunting comments and focused on working hard; nuzzling closer and grinding the side of his cheek up along the soft sack while he licked and lapped over the pliant, pale coat there, taking care to always trace his tongue along the natural lie of the fur as not to disturb it. His 'owner' greatly disliked him making any sort of mess. The ever present saltiness and rousing scent of the rabbit's crotch was already deeply ingrained in his nostrils and maw; gradually he worked his way round lower and lower, beneath the bountiful sack, almost laying flat on the ground once more as he did so. The musky orbs flattened out, spreading across the curve of his muzzle as he dragged his tongue along there almost managing to press in under completely and contact the bunny's taint. Something perverse in him so, so wanted to dig his muzzle into that welcoming warmth, but that would just keep him from doing what he had to, and possibly annoy the larger male. Instead of pressing his tongue in, he just licked the pads of his paw and rubbed it against the sensitive spot.
“Oh! I felt that! You're so mischievous, you little minx. But that isn't quite right now is it? No, you're supposed to be using that muzzle of yours, not those fluffy little paws. Yup, just look at those cute little scritchy claws, how adorable! But they should be used another time, get back to licking; you're a real natural at that.”
The gray lapine leaned his head back and closed his eyes, focusing solely on the slow back-and-forth shifting of the squirrel in front of him, on the hot breath repeatedly washing out across his sheath and sac, on the warm nose making its way up the underside of his increasingly full and heavy orbs… smiling with pleasure as it smushed into and against the overhang of his sheath, breathing deep of the slick, savory odor that lingered there. He really would miss the squirrel after today; he'd had seemingly endless fun with him over the winter months, but now he'd be running off to parts unknown. (In both senses of the word.) Still, before he did the bigger buck was going to make sure to wring every last bit of enjoyment he could out of his little pet. Speaking of which…
“Well aren't you just the talented groomer now? And of course there's those nice soft paws of yours… Ahhh, I guess all the action's really starting to turn you on hmm? That's a good little toy… Bu-uut… you're missing something aren't you? Go on and get your tongue in there; it's been more than a week since last time and I'm sure it's all dirty…”
Skater sighed, closed his eyes and brought a paw up to begin rubbing at the smooth, warm skin of the lapine's sheath, to tug and stroke over it as he prepared to curl his tongue around its entire spread. For a second it seemed as if the rabbit had yet more snarky comments to toss his way, but if so but those words faded on his tongue as Skater pressed his nose up against the soft fur of the musty sheath. Warm, plump, and the source of his natural musk, the odor emanating from it and hanging heavily on the air; the squirrel felt himself involuntarily excited, as he had been so many times before. No matter how hard he tried to resist he just couldn't help himself around a big, musky male. The very scent making him shiver as he began to stiffen up with each heady inhalation. The scent was one he’d sampled many, many times in the cold winter months; there was just something about it, distantly similar to his own but with its unique history and character, its potency strengthening on the way up towards the waiting entrance of a somehow still unaroused sheath. The buck knew very well from extensive experience that the inside of that rim, slick and pink, carried musk the strongest. But here and now, strong as it was, it was still somehow soft, subdued; at least compared to what it could be when the squirrel hadn't been used for a few days. He squeezed and pressed a paw around the exposed sheath, at the same time keeping the pads of his other paw pressed firmly against his own little spire of revealed flesh, moving it around with the slick pre that had already drooled from him. With ease he further roused himself, letting instinctive desire overcome his embarrassment and humiliation. If there was one thing he knew it was his way around a cock, his own or otherwise.
“I know you're excited for this part. Ah, yes… I can see the desire creeping into your eyes. Yes, I can just see you quivering all over your entire little body. What a delightful little cunt-toy you are. This must feel soooooo good for you… Go on and get in there, I don't have all day, or maybe I do…”
The smirking buck said something else, but the squirrel wasn't listening. With the pad of a thumb he gently tugged on one side of the nearby sheath near the tip, revealing the moist pink skin inside. It effused the scent of arousal, and Skater couldn't resist closing the short distance remaining between him and it and putting his waiting tongue against it. Every male he'd been with seemed to enjoy the feeling of having a tongue around their length while it lay inside their sheath; and as expected Hawkbit just barely suppressed a shiver when the brown buck pressed his tongue in further, deep into the tight flesh surrounding his still-hidden cock. The sensation of skin on skin was strange and intoxicating, salty and at the same time soft like moistened silk. With short, plush, pale gray bellyfur pressed warmly against his cheek and ear as Skater rubbed and coaxed him further with his free paw, mouth and tongue. A hot, rich, salty liquid coated his tongue as a result of doing this, much like pre but still definitely different somehow. Again and again he swirled his tongue around the buried tip of the rabbitcock, gradually sliding it in under the supple skin of his sheath and digging deeper. He tried his hardest to rub the base of the bunny's sheath while he simulatenously squeezed his lips around the tip of his cock in a strange sort of kiss, to work him further out into his muzzle… but the domineering male stayed stubbornly unaroused, holding himself back as he watched his favorite plaything exert himself.
“You want to be my needy little cock slave; to feel my throbbing hotness inside of you as your entire body squirms and writhes with pleasure, don't you? Well, I wouldn't be the one to deny you and your slutty little wishes…”
Both of the rabbit's paws came down firmly on the squirrel's head, grabbing tufts of fur in their grip and holding tight; keeping the smaller buck locked in position, his mouth over the plump sheath. With every slow, shuddering exhalation of breath from the lapine, Skater could feel his shaft give another twitch against the surface of his sheath, and thus against the side of his tongue, buried between that stiff flesh and the slicker, softer interior skin, feeling as if it grew tighter and tighter each time. To compensate the squirrel pressed his tongue against the rim and inside of his sheath with steadily more force and hunger. Before long, he couldn’t tell if it was natural slickness and pre keeping things lubricated or his own saliva. The wet, lewd noises the buck made grew louder and louder as he worked, a strange moistness forming around his lips. It really was a perverse and degrading kink of a kiss that made the buck's ears burn with shame as he performed it. Perhaps the brown buck should have paid more attention or moved at a brisker pace; the increasingly aggravated rabbit was growing somewhat bored with an activity he'd enjoyed far too many times before to remember.
“Frith and Inle you're taking your time… What's the matter; having a hard time getting into it? Allow me to lend you a paw.”
There was a shift in the larger male's posture as he leaned back slightly. Skater was unsure as to what was happening until he felt a broad, flat footpaw brushing up against him. The lapine had lifted a foot and was rubbing it coarsely against his lower stomach, slowly brushing it in firm, downward strokes. His target was clear and it wasn't long before the rabbit's rough sole was brushing against the very tip of the squirrel's shaft, the lonely terminal inch that was peeking from his own sheath. Hawkbit smirked as he continued to toy with his pet, rubbing his pawpads against the sensitive skin almost firmly enough to kick the brushtail away. Skater had to hold on to his partner rather tightly, gasping with surprise and shock at the sudden sensations that burst forth from the rough rubbing. The rabbit's hindpaws were both dirty with mud, having hopped across the still soaked and half-frozen grass; the probing paw left a thick streak of brown over the buck's lighter stoamchfur and sac. The squirrel squeaked in protest, but his voice was cut short by the strange and unwanted feelings of pleasure from having contact -any contact- on his shaft. Slowly and surely the awkward pawing got him to full mast, drawing out inch after inch of his spire, exposing it to the cool air and dirty footpads.
“Now isn't that better? Don't fuss now, there's plenty more where that came from. Just sit back and feel how much you love that you dirty little bot. My sent was fading you know, how long has it been since I marked you as mine.? A week? Two?”
There was another movement from the larger buck and he swapped over, using his right foot now to stroke at the squirrel, smearing a fresh coat of dirt over the brown buck, cleaning his paw on the squirrel's member. Even so Skater couldn't help but gasp, finding his hips thrusting forward into the muddy embrace of their own accord. He was being toyed with, used as a mere plaything as the rabbit looked down at his helpless form and grinned. Toes curled around the tip of his shaft, tucking it between them and roughly jacking it off. Occasionally the foot would sink lower, pressing threateningly firmly against his two kitmakers, even pressing in under them and getting worryingly close to his tailhole. Again and again the rabbit swapped paws, poking and flicking his length with the occasional jab or swipe; watching it twitch in the cold air. Sometimes he pressed down on it, tilting it forward before slipping off and snickering as it flicked up to hit the squirrel's stomach with a sticky *slap!* and a quiet moan as the buck grew ever more sensitive under the degrading assault. Now and then a thin streak of pre was drawn from the captive squirrel, splashing on the rabbit's sole before it was dismissively wiped on the smaller male's chestfur. As these spurts grew heavier and more frequent they were deposited higher and higher up the buck's body until Hawkbit was rubbing his nose in the sticky stuff; letting him scent his own heated need and waiting for him to do exactly what he'd done so many times before.
“Come on now, lick.”
“Nnnf!”
“Oh come on now, it's nothing you haven't done before…”
Again the squirrel sighed and set to his assigned task, sticking his tongue out and letting the gray buck rub up against it, wiping off the salty streak the stimulated squirrel had produced. This too was something that the squirrel had experience in, having been forced to groom the larger male pretty much everywhere at one point or another. He was just glad that the two footpaws had been cleaned on his fur first. It really wasn't too different from servicing the rabbit in other ways, but still an unwelcome delay of his freedom. Just how long did the lapine intend to keep him and what tasks lay ahead? Finally it seemed that the rabbit had had enough of teasing his toy in such a manner, sticking both feet on the ground once more and pointing to his crotch with a paw.
“There now, my paws are nice and clean; isn't that wonderful? Anyway, break time's over, get back into it, and get me hard this time!”
Skater scowled as his latest humiliating ordeal came to an end. He was able to get close to the larger buck again, and resume where he'd left off. Now when he parted his lips around the rabbit's sheath and exhaled, he could taste the unmistakable flavor of his own most recent emission on his tongue, which he soon slid back between the flesh of the lapine’s cock and the skin of his sheath. There, digging further and further into the supple depths, he felt heat as intense as that of the sticky substance he had swallowed down earlier squeezing against his tongue from all sides, and picked up the same taste that he had first experienced when he had traced his tongue across the soft skin. This time he was more forward; focusing on stimulation and getting the entire ordeal over with quickly; each little movement of his tongue pressed into the bunny’s sheath and caused his cock to slide out a little further, more and more as he gently licked between the firmness of Hawk's length and the sheath around it. Again and again he slid his tongue beneath the rim of the sheath, noting the way it provided a bit of resistance first and then gave way to his probing tongue and squeezed around him, slick and slightly salty on the inside. When at last the first inch or so of the rabbit's meat had emerged from its hiding place he moved back and just swirled his tongue around the tip of the revealed length, again and again directly over the lip of the swelling sheath, spreading around the musk of arousal as well as the buck's own saliva as he made sure to lap up the clear, salty liquid dripping from his pink tapered length, kept securely between his lips as he worked his tongue as skillfully as he could manage.
“Hnnn! Oh yes, just move things around a bit… You really are my girly little cunt-toy aren't ya? Frith, the feeling of that tongue pressing back into me is just tops. And oh, look, is that your tail twitching?! Good little doe! Just look at that plush and fluffy tail wagging away!”
Hawkbit wriggled and writhed under the smaller buck's skillful licking as Skater dove and prodded with his tongue, pressing deep into his sheath. To the brushtail it didn’t feel unlike putting his tongue underneath someone’s tail, except nowhere near as tight. The ever more insistent urging of two strong paws atop his head made the buck move down as far as he physically could, until his muzzle pressed against a pair of light gray inner thighs with his tongue placed firmly against the base of a growing cock; both buried far inside the hot sheath. The rising musk there provided yet another thing for him to coat his tongue with, another oddly enticing taste on his lips and scent to fill his nostrils. He drew back a little and dragged his tongue up along the underside of Hawk’s length, which by now had emerged a few more inches, and continued tracing it along the rim of his sheath, stretching apart as he stiffened up. With this and an assisting paw at the base tugging it back, rubbing and stroking it gently, it didn’t take long before he could see the sheer mass of meat stretching the moistened hiding place, bulging out the skin there. Skater closed his eyes, leaned forward, pressed his still-soaked nose against the fur, inhaled deeply, and then kissed the bulge of it.
“Now this is getting exciting. Squirrel's gonna need to use that cute squeaky muzzle, and wide rubbery tongue. Ohhhh, mind those teeth of yours! Hah! Nnnn! They tickle! And you're already starting to clench around me with that hot mouth, just like a good boy. I know you just want to be my good little boy. don'tcha ya lil' cocktoy?!”
Skater quickly returned to Hawkbit's well-licked opening; the brown buck gladly received the gray as he became harder, keeping his lips right at the opening of his sheath, tongue cupped and gently pressing and swirling inside. From there he began regular nuzzling movements, pressing his face closer and closer to the larger buck's crotch, each movement sinking deeper into his warm, wet sheath. Feeling the tightness of it around his probing tongue and the difficulty that it took to push further every time confirmed that about half of Hawk's full length now extended into the squirrel's muzzle, with the shape of his swirling tongue easily visible in the undusualting sheath surface, stretching out his supple skin. Skater could feel the larger buck trying not to give in, his cock still steadily pulsing and hardening; occupying the same tight space as the squirrel made even warmer by that closeness.
“That's right you little squirrelslut, make out with my dick, you know how much you love to.”
The longer Skater spent warming him up, the harder it became for the lapine to hold himself back. He started to thrust forward into his new cocksheath, remaining buried in as far as he could, before sliding slowly back again; returning every time just a little bit faster, a little bit harder then before. Every increasingly forceful thrust also pushed a quiet *slurp* or *schlick* or *gulp* out from the squirrel before him; still squirming and grinding back into him, both paws holding on tightly to the rabbit's sides for support and token resistance even as he was sensually facefucked. Now it was hard for the rabbit to speak. Hawkbit had to swallow, clear his throat, swallow again, lick his lips… and even then he found it hard to form words. He pressed his hips forward and back, driving deep into his partner before pulling back, releasing a satisfied grunt each time.
“Yeah you do.”
Then the rabbit finally fell silent, focusing entirely on using his favorite fucktoy. The only noises were that of the squirrel gagging and squeaking quietly below, increasingly so as they both really got into it; panting, moaning and the occasional gasps of pleasure or yips of discomfort or pain growing steadily louder over several minutes. Several times Hawk had to adjust the way he gripped the submissive buck so that he could fuck his pet just the way he wanted; riding him forward and back, forward and back with his supple soft muzzle still held firmly over the bigger buck's length. He could feel his thrusts against the crushingly warm tightness rolling his sheath back and forth every time the lapine bottomed out in his captive. Again and again the smaller male's muzzle kissed at the very base of his sheath, nose nuzzle deep into his crotch and forcing every last inch of his thick meat into the meekly protesting gullet beyond. It was pure bliss to finally allow himself to stiffen up completely, extend every inch into his partner as he had so many times before. From the loud gulps and gags he was quite sure the squirrel could feel it too. Finally this was a blow that was worth having as his possible last from the brushtail. Everything running together, the sights, the sounds, the sensations... it just continued to build up; a bright, hot pleasure in his abdomen, the urgency and fervency of an approaching climax…
Growing more and more energized Hawkbit began to pull the squirrel almost entirely off of his length; yanking his head back before plunging it back down; impaling the smaller male on his rigid tool again and again. Each time he did so he released a jet of slick pre that sprayed across his tongue. Hawk kept his paws gripping tightly at the base of the buck's neck allowing him the utmost control of his pet and making sure that he would catch as much of the rabbit’s rising arousal directly in his gaping muzzle; getting every drop and as much as he could take before diving back down on him, lips tightly locking around the yielding-yet-firm flesh. Skater could feel the pulsing ridges of his veins and the natural contours of the shape of his length ramming into his throat. A specially deep thrust from the feral buck pushed his sheath down to the very base of his shaft, where it stayed; the full magnificence of the longear's length visible to the brown buck each time he was yanked off of it, trying not to gag. His efforts only served to make Hawk thrust in again and again, cock buried deeply between his lips and cupped warmly in his tongue. Skater could feel each jet spurt of salty pre against the back of his throat, and each one he swallowed down almost greedily.
“Nnf! You were just made for this weren't you? Your mouth was born to suck cock and swallow down every last drop of any male that comes across you, isn't it?! -MurrrRRR!- Well it's a good thing I'm here then to help you fulfill those sick little desires of yours and help you be what you were always destined to become. -Unf!- Now I'mma let go of you and I want you to finish me off; drain my heavy nuts just like we both know you want to, drive yourself onto me and milk me dry!”
Skater didn’t need to be told twice, and at any rate he was thankful the gray buck had relented. It was humiliating forcing himself to work over the bigger buck, but he could control the pace that way and catch his breath. True to his word Hawkbit pulled him off of his twitching shaft one final time, releasing the squirrel's head from his grasp and placing both paws on his hips as he stared down and waited for the brushtail to once more get to work. Still panting and with his eyes watering Skater angled the rabbit's now-hard cock slightly down towards his muzzle in one paw, while he worked the heavy lapine sac back and forth with the other; closing his lips down halfway along his revealed length when it was in proper position. His tongue worked fast and steadily, careful from long experience not to press in too hard, licking off the smeared pre and spit that had gathered along the surface and eagerly swallowing it down. He cleaned the tasty meat like it was a candycane or a popsicle. All the while the lapine looked down smirking, making sure he could watch every second as the hazel brushtail dove down a little further, expertly milking his member with tight lips and now curling his tongue around the girth of the larger male.
“Murf! Someone's hungry today hmmmn? That's it, you'll get your reward soon.”
By now Hawkbit couldn’t help but slowly buck his hips in rhythm with the squirrel's bobbing and the slick motion of his tongue working over his length; focusing increasingly on its underside to get at the sensitive spots there. All the while he worked Skater still rolled rubbed the two heavy spheres back and forth, back and forth, in his paws; caressing the heavy kitmakers; feeling their ponderous weight and the churning of the seed within them. The slow stroking, the feeling of a smooth, hot tongue against his length and teasing along well known sensitive spots made the bunny swallow hard and tense up. He lifted his hips a little further each time until once again the brown buck was deep-throating him. The squirrel kept his lips tight around the intruding shaft; kissing the sheath at its base firmly enough so that it slid back each time the buck descended, and tugging it forward every time he he pulled back. Just like the many, many other times he'd found himself between the horny bunny's legs, he kept his tongue cupped along the underside of his length, lifting up and flicking right at the tip of his cock or along the side, just little things he'd learned the rabbit enjoyed.
“Hnnngggh! That's it bi… bitch! Take... take it... a... aaaaHHH…!”
Finally, after who-knew-how-long the taste and texture of the jets of fluid over his tongue changed almost imperceptibly. To anyone else it would have been unnoticeable; but for the squirrel, well versed in the rabbit's body, it was enough to let him know what was about to occur. Two heavy orbs finally pulled up in preparation to dump their hot load into him. The brushtail could feel his partner tip over the edge about halfway through his final sentence, words disintegrating into a lewd moan of lustful pleasure. In response the brown buck picked up his pace and forced himself down even further as Hawkbit arched his back forward, moaned through gritted teeth and clenched jaws… before he pounded firmly and deeply into his tight cocksleeve. His loud, harsh, animalistic cry heralded the first burst of hot jizz into his captive. But by that point there was little difference between it and the steady bursts of jizz the lapine had already been releasing. Every pulse of pleasure shooting through his body emptied another spurt of thick cum pouring out from his overloaded spunk tanks, rushing up from the base of his shaft to burst forth from his tip, buried in the hot, slick squirrelhole.
“Yeah! YEAH! That's right you slut! Take it! Take every drop!”
Surprising the squirrel the rabbit was remarkably restrained, despite his moans and grunts of pleasure. The smaller buck had little difficulty taking creamy load, gathering as much of the sticky sweet cum in his mouth as he could before swallowing. Doing so allowed him to keep breathing through his nose and stopped the massive amounts of jizz from building up and leaking from him. The feeling of the slick, slimy liquid on his tongue and inside his muzzle familiar and embarrassingly pleasant. Even more surprisingly the bigger buck was soon done; after another few seconds, he was drawn back off the rabbit’s cock, to get one more burst of cum streaked across his muzzle as the bunny continued to rub his still stiff length over his cheekfur. Smear after smear of spent seed was streaked across his face as the gray male continued to fuck it while the squirrel swallowed down what had pooled in his muzzle. Even as Hawk emptied the last weak spurts of his load across Skater's belly and chest, he only added to the liquid that had already soaked him through. Finally he was done, looking down at the messy brushtail and giving his twitching cock a squeeze with a paw helping the last few spurts of seed leave his dick and splatter onto his partner.
“Ugh... what a mess... Are we done now?”
“Aww c'mon; don't tell me you don't love being my little cumdump. You always take it so well, like a good little doe.”
All-in-all it could have been much worse; the rabbit had left a surprisingly manageable mess after all that effort and the squirrel was still able to stand, which was more than he could say about the aftermath of most of their 'sessions'. Exhausted and panting Hawkbit relaxed back, sitting on his rump, eyes closed -though his still-erect length still jutted skywards, twitching and throbbing with his pulse, shooting out weakening bursts of salty fluid from its tip. They ran down the solid inches, still slick and lubricated with pre and squirrelspit. Skater knew he'd probably be forced to clean it off, unless he could make a quick getaway. Chest heaving with his own heavy breaths the smaller male finally released his grip on the larger, falling onto his tail with a subdued *oof!*. His still-hard cock pulsed to its own needy beat, aroused but unsatisfied. The squirrel's current condition had somewhat weakened his libido, allowing him to easily outlast the more well-fed and pampered rabbit. But it also meant he was often left hanging like this, with his captor unwilling to so much as give him the slightest hint of pleasure or release. His eyes, half-closed the brown buck started to rise to his feet again. There was so much he wanted to do, so much electric arousal thrumming through his body… He got to his hands an knees, grumbling under his breath as he started to crawl away.
“And where do you think you're going exactly?”
“It's over, we're done. Good riddance!”
“Oh is it now? Because if I recall I'm the one in charge here and it's not over until I say it is! And that, my little cock-warming squirrel, was just the start. Now we move on to the main event! So, let's just get you in the proper position, shall we? I know that you'd just love to present yourself to me like a fuzzy little carnival prize so very much, you kinky little cock-toy you, but I want to dive right into this post-haste. Ohh, I felt that one! Your whole body is shaking! Now lets just help you get nice and close back here.”
Skater's hopes sank as he realized the reason for why the gray buck seemed not to have put all he could into his previous peak. He'd been holding off for something else, and it didn't take much imagination to figure out what. Especially not as a strong grip closed around the middle of his tail, yanking him backwards; his outstretched claws leaving muddy furrows in the dirt. Hawkbit was utterly silent, his eyes affixed on the tight pucker now exposed beneath the squirrel's lifted tail. He made no smart comments or lewd remarks this time, instead letting his cock do the talking as it jabbed up against its tight and clenching target. It was evident that the entire ordeal so far had just been a prelude to get the rabbit in the mood for this final act.
“Come on now, it's been days since I've blown a load into you good and proper and I'm all pent up!”
“Oh c'mon! I Whoah! Whoah hey wai-”
Skater's voice was cut off, following the first thrust from the eager gray male. He felt the bunny press forward, felt his cock instantly harden up a bit more in a powerful throb as it pushed against his own tailhole, preparing to stretch him wide. Annoyance rapidly turned to concern as the topping buck did it again, and again, and again, each time making the thick cock jab against his rump, pushing right against the center of his tailhole. Each thrust forced out a thin streak of hot pre onto him; which served as ample enough lube, especially when combined with his own saliva from earlier. The brushtail squeezed his paws into fists and grit his teeth as he was pressed forwards, feeling the tapered tip start to stretch him open and sink into him. All the while he was being held in place by two strong paws on his hips; gripping so tightly they nearly drew blood as Hawkbit's claws sank into his fur. The insistent, prodding sensations were a depressingly familiar feeling; as was having a thick cock slide up under his tail, knowing it was from the smirking, cocky buck above him, knowing that he'd already thoroughly put his muzzle to work on that same length that steadily, slowly driving into him, filling him with that painfully pleasurable discomfort…
“Unnf! Oooh, yes. You naughty little doe, my naughty little doe! I felt that, and I'm barely inside of you.”
“Wait-”
Skater squeaked helplessly as a following thrust cut his voice and breathing off once again. At first, it was just a jabbing tension rippling through him as the eager rabbit sank deep into him, a length that he'd easily taken so many times before but which the larger male always managed to make a challenge out of. A quiet *Nnnf* worked its way out between his lips as his arms gave out and he fell forward; his muzzle smacking down to the ground while Hawkbit kept his rump raised high into the air. As he was pressed forwards with more force and more determination, the bunny began to grind his hips forward in sultry circles, digging deeper into the smaller buck's tush, the irresistible pressure sinking up beneath his tail… Of course the blissfully breeding buck had no concern for the small male trapped beneath him; he was just thankful for the tight moisture to push into.
“A-aaah!”
It was a bright, jabbing discomfort rippling out beneath his tail, the sensation of being stretched beyond his limits. How was it even possible? He'd taken the rabbit not four days ago in the exact same position, yet each time the cunning male found a new angle or pace to press into him with, to keep him on his toes and unable to adapt. Possibly it was simply his poor, exhausted condition after a season's worth of hard pounding nearly every day; he simply hadn't been given any time to recover from each long, hard fucking before the next began. It had worn him down, day by day, week by week, month by month. Beneath that pain however there was a considerable amount of pleasure, more than enough to make him clench around the thick, invading cock and force out pre of his own to splatter wetly on the already soaked ground. Another deep thrust from the buck atop him brought his mind back to the present and pushed another tense grunt out of him. In a few smooth, powerful thrusts the rabbit had buried nearly all of his length into the prone brushtail. The slick skin of that length caught at the tight rim of Skater's tailhole and made him gasp with each withdrawing tug, but the more it happened, the more he wanted the breeding bunny to plunge ever deeper into his rump; the pleasure breaking down what meager resistance remained after an entire winter as a personal plaything. To his eternal shame part of him wanted to be so used and abused, to accept, to relish his role as little more than a cockwarmer for another's pleasure.
“You're so small; such a teeny little doe. But not too small for me to work with… You've stretched out nicely after all of our 'practice', haven't you? Frith I hope I find something just as fun to empty my seed into this season; or I might just have to track you down again.”
The squirrel was only half-listening; he had to keep both of his forepaws braced against the ground, digging into it, to give him a bit of balance as the powerful rearward thrusts lifted his hindquarters up and down, up and down, steadily working him back and forth along the rigid length. Nearly all of the rabbitcock was jamming in under his tail now; even with his muzzle pressed into the dirt his mind's eye imagined the strong, feral male thrusting his hips forward and back against him, plunging deep into him and stretching him wide with each thrust before tugging back out just as rapidly. He felt as if he could sense every bump and vein on the invading length pulling on him, could feel every little throb and twitch…
“Oh Frith, your insides are like velvet. You're just so slick and needy, I feel like I can hardly keep up! It must feel so nice; my length filling you up completely, hot and throbbing, and.. -UNF!- I bet you'd like the feeling of my big, heavy balls bumping against your tiny little acorns huh? Oh! I can barely contain myself! -Wurf!-”
Hawkbit of course most certainly could feel it, as well as getting a perfect view of te raised rump and stretched pucker. He started out slowly at first, but quickly gained pace. Each and every buck forward from the him pressed his little cocksleeve down closer to the ground, grinding his muzzle into the grass. His mouth hung open, his eyes remained squeezed shut with pleasure, both of his paws dug firmly into the squirrel's yielding hindquarters; he deeply, thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. He enjoyed seeing the submissive squirrel obediently raising his rear up as something for him to thrust into, each movement coming a little faster, a little harder than the one before it; he enjoyed the all-over shivers that rippled through him whenever his cock sank deep into his prey; he enjoyed the feeling of his girth pulling out only to push its way back in right after. This… oh this wasn't anything like what he could have got from other rabbits, not even his best breeding buddy Dandelion. Such sweet, deep pleasure, reverberating throughout his whole body with each thrust, rapidly picking up speed and force…
“Ahhh, but I'm just thinking of myself, being so greedy! How rude of me. This is really about you too… and you want more; I can feel it. You want your whole body to be part of the fun as my hot little cock warmer. -Unf!- well just relax, because I know exactly how to please you.”
Skater squeezed his eyes shut and kept his jaws clenched against tears and groans of pleasure, each thrust pushing deeper into him, feeling like it made his belly bulge out against his underside, stretching him wider and more deeply than he recalled from previous encounters. This time as with all others (Both with Hawkbit and without since he was no stranger to playing the doe.), the pain and discomfort gradually, very gradually lost their edge and were replaced by pure pleasure. But the bigger buck didn't intend to take it easy on him and the transition took a long, long time. Meanwhile each press into him still made him have to bite his lip to avoid squeaking out in shock or discomfort. He wished like anything he could have a moment or two of peace to recover; to catch his breath, regain his balance, reach up and wipe at his eyes. His vision was blurred to the point that he could see nothing but the dirty green ground in front of him, his ears ringing with lewd, wet slaps as two pairs of hips met again and again, Hawkbit pumping away at a rapid pace, getting into his stride.
“Oh, Frith yes! You're really getting into it now, I bet my cock feels huge, throbbing and hot and just blowing that slutty little mind of yours. Mmmmph! Oh yes! I can feel my dick moving around inside of you, so warm… so tight!”
The horny rabbit was having the time of his life, even better than his usual breeding of his bucktoothed bitch. He was utterly content with plowing away at the raised tail, pacing himself, his hot, panting breaths coming in an even, measured cycle like the wind that gusted around the hills. It was almost -almost!- time to cut loose, to go as hard as he could, but not quite yet. Oh there was nothing he wanted more then to ram his cock ever further into the raised rump, to feel the bulge of his base widening the smaller buck's stretched asshole into a gaping opening. Oh fuck he wished he were a fox, that he could knot and tie with the sultry squirrelslut beneath him, his bulging knot pressing savagely against the rim of his tailhole before plunging inside and making the brown buck beg for mercy. But… well feeling the squirrel's fading resistance and growing desire was almost as good. He could feel the heat and slickness of his pre as it oozed out from him and lubricated his thick cock through the thrusts; it was almost too easy now. In fact… Yes, yes it was too easy on the squirrel. It was time to move on to the last part of his plan; finally wrap things up and wrap that brushtail fully around his rigid pole.
“Bet that feels so nice, me stretching out your tight little tailhole inside and out. But now it's time we got to using you properly… You remember how we do that, don't you? Let's just lift you up off the nasty, dirty ground there. -UNF!- A little heavy, aren't we? I've obviously been far too generous in giving you all that rich creamy seed you're always after. But… well I'm sure I'll manage for a few more minutes. You'll help me out, right little fucktoy? As all that hot liquid lust just pools inside of you? Mhhhhhnnn! I'll make sure that every sensation seems as powerful and overwhelming as possible; just how you want it!”
Skater had long since ceased to pay attention to anything the larger male said; his eyes were glazed over, his tongue panting out of a slack-jawed muzzle, his body almost limp as it was roughly pounded into. What little was left of his thoughts gave a jolt as the rabbit stopped thrusting for a moment, yanking him back and then shifting position behind him. The bunny stood back on two feet, putting both arms between the squirrel's legs. With both limbs now securely hung over the rabbit's stronger arms he was able to lift the lightweight and somewhat starved squirrel upwards, hoisting him onto his shaft. Letting go briefly, gravity forced the squirrel down to the hilt on the rabbit's prominent member, eliciting a surprised and strangled squeak of protest. Pausing for a moment to adjust his footing, the rabbit wrapped his arms around the brown buck's waist, squeezing hard enough to force the breath from Skater's lungs as he got a good enough grip to be able to lift the squirrel, pulling him slowly up off of his length before letting him slip heavily down again.
“Ohh, you're such a snug little doe! Just look at you all lose and limp, doing your bit to make this easier for me! We just have to tuck that tasty little tail back out of the way… Murrr… Such a nice ride you are, so smooth, so soft… so pliant. The perfect little squirrely fuck-toy, you know you are.”
Limp and panting Skater almost didn't hear the words spoken, his only response was to clutch weakly at the gray paws that encircled him when the thick shaft that buried halfway in him, sank in even deeper and squeezed thick pre out from its tip. He could do nothing but weakly strain to keep his grunts and whimpers in, scratching pathetically with extended claws at the unheeding male that continued to pump into him. His entire body jerked up and down like a rag doll or puppet as he was thoroughly used, nothing more than a warm, wet cocksock for the horny bunny. With what little will he had left he tried desperately not to give in to the waves of sensation that came from the thick rabbitcock pressing into him and pulling out repeatedly; each cycle completely controlled by the male on pressing into him. The breeder bunny lowered his head down so that his flat muzzle was level with the squirrel's ear, issuing a deep, rumbling growl, as he dropped the squirrel once more, arcing its hips fiercely upward to meet his stretched opening and pushing deeper into the brushtail than ever before. Sharp teeth nipped and bit and nibbled at the captive buck; biting into his shoulder and clamping down for purchase as the bunny pumped away, releasing only to bear down at another point. Each nip on the nape and scruff of his neck was followed by a savage tug, almost strong enough to break the skin, certainly powerful enough to draw a pained squirrel squeak. Almost lost to lust Hawkbit growled and snarled, more like predator than prey. For just a moment he gathered himself, nipping a pointed ear and whispering hoarsely into it as he did so. A paw shifted from the squirrel's stomach and began to idly play with his needy length.
“Yes. I bet you feel that bulge in your chest, don't you? I'm so far up you you can taste it you little vixen. Isn't it all so exciting!? Well I know you think so. Frith and Inle you're so tight and wet, squirmy and struggling. Your little panting face is so cute and blushing. Go on now, squeak for me slut; let me hear just how much you want this.”
Skater nearly purred in response, his body betraying him as he felt a much desired friction against his neglected length. This made Hawk slow the movement of his paw, but not change the depth of each stroke. It was something the randy rabbit knew really got to his squirrel plaything; he sure seemed to have more trouble keeping himself still and his breathing steady when toyed with in such a fashion. To further reduce the movement he lowered his paw back down to the plump brown sheath and rubbed the soft skin over the base of the shaft there in small, slow circles, just enough to make it continue throbbing.
“Yeah… so small. Same with that teeny little fuckstick of yours right? I've seen mice with bigger you know… such a sensitive little thing. Oh, squirming quite hard now aren't we? But I've only been jacking you off for ten seconds my naughty little pet!”
As soon as he'd finished talking the rabbit resumed pawing Skater off, with renewed vigor and fervor; getting off on watching the hapless buck quiver and squirm atop the rabbit's own length. He loved watching how his favorite fucktoy lifted his hips up a little in response, bit his lip or squeezed his wrist with a weakly grasping paw. He was breathing quickly due to his closeness to orgasm mixed with utter humiliation and nervousness. As excited as he was, Hawkbit wasn't yet done with him, so to prolong things just a little bit more he again slowed his movements and lightened his strokes as well. He spent excruciatingly long seconds grazing his claws along his tiny tool, tracing the throbbing veins and squeezing firmly every now and then. Occasionally the teasing paw would wander to massage the squirrelsac and sheath, too, keeping the panting, moaning buck right on the very edge. And the rabbit was coming close too; a feral rumbling in his throat, a shuddering in his breathing, the pace of his thrusts rising. This wasn't the best of positions it limited the maneuverability of the larger male but the both of them still thoroughly enjoyed it; one willingly the other not. Hawkbit grit his teeth, biting back moans as the stretched hole he plunged into drooled copious pre onto the grass as he pounded into it, again and again and again. Each thrust carried an unmistakable needy lust, a driving, hungry force that drove the pace of both males…
“Oh Frith! Oh Frith! I'm almost there, -unf!- just like you. Such a good little cunt-toy. Just like you wanted to be. You're just scrawny enough that I can see myself sliding in and out of you. Oh, that suction must be absolute bliss. It's amazing for me too; you're doing a good job as my little slick doetoy. It's exactly what you wanted, isn't it? -unf!- So… Slick… So… Hot… My cock just loves everything inside of you. Ahh, Ohhh. Murrrr… Alright little toy, let's finish this shall we?”
With that the rabbit gave one last, long, loud, near-feral cry. His heavy load churned deeply within him, seeking an imminent release, making him feel as if he were on fire, burning up under the incandescent flare of his own lust. He thrust deep within the squirrel; hilting in him as he stretched his head back, pushed his hips as far forward as he could and let out a loud, shuddering growl of a moan. His climax hit like a bolt of lightning; an electric spike of pleasure shooting through his dick, arcing up from base to tip and further; burying itself deep inside the squirrel. It was as unbelievably intense as he'd hoped; a burning, white-hot torrent of pleasure that burst forth from him into his well-used toy. All the preparation… the teasing… the holding back… it had all been for this one, single moment. This absolutely blissful peak of pleasure. In that single second he wasn't fucking a squirrel anymore, not even another male just a breeding post, a cocksleeve and a cumdumpster. Hawkbit gave a wordless cry of exultation to the sky as the squirrel's stomach bulged and swelled with the sheer volume of rabbit seed pouring into it in an unpausing torrent.
“Yeah, that's a good doe! Take all of my hot jizz! Feel it coat your insides; splash against your clenching passage! HNNNNG! You're so naughty, milking me for more! What a perfect little cocksleeve you are! Murrrrrmmm, sexy, slutty, warm and wet… Sleek, perfect little cock hole. Hah. Murrr… Yes. Oh yes. Yesssssss. Ohhhh, that's unbelievable!”
The brown buck could feel every powerful throb, each spurt of thick, hot cum out into his rump, quickly filling him up and causing his stomach to feel even fuller than the thick spurting rod or rabbit meat had. Load after burning hot load pouring into him. Sheer volume enough so he could feel it drip down the back of his sack and catch on the fur of his legs, enough so that the pressure of it filling him up and pushing on his insides pushed him over the edge as well made him grind backwards against the thick cock emptying that heavy load into him, while he shot his own seed out across the soil in front of him. He gave a loud, ragged squeak of mixed desire and humiliation to rival the cry of his captor as the feeling overwhelmed him. He felt a rush of hot, thick seed spurt out into and out of him, again and again in voluminous waves. One triggered the other in a vicious cycle; stretching his belly so much that he could swear he was about to burst. Still the pumping lapine thrust into him again and again, riding out his orgasm and past it as he used his own endless cum as lube to keep himself hard.
Each new thrust into the brushtail's violated hole caused the thick cum already emptied inside him to churn and make him shiver with the feeling. Every thrust caused some of it to burst free from his stuffed hindquarters with the gray buck's cock as it was pulled back, only to sink back into him. Even now he hadn't quite got used to the impressive girth, but the added slickness made it quite a bit easier for him… and all the more pleasurable for Hawkbit too, given the way he still pressed forward into him, even though he must surely have already emptied his entire load. Even when Skater had finished with his climax, limp and near comatose, the bunny still pumped heavily into him. He had already been filled utterly to the brim with the buck's load, and now, every spurt just oozed out of his rump around the rigid cock and splattered across the backs of his legs, warming him yet again. Finally the massive rush abated and the larger male released the smaller. Skater slowly tilted forward, pivoting around the rabbit's shaft as he fell onto all fours in front of the exhausted lapine. Amazingly he was still being penetrated; the massive member inside him had simply bent forward slightly with him, still spurting away. The squirrel leaned down and rested his forehead against the cool grass, breath coming and going in deep gasps; while the equally spent rabbit remained buried beneath his tail, waiting for the last of his cum to fill the buck's well-stuffed rump.
Finally, after what seemed like hours but was likely only ten minutes, Hawkbit recovered sufficiently to pull out. His shaft had been slowly softening for some time already and the brown buck could feel a steady stream of seed leaking out from himself as it did so. With a slow, sticky sound the remaining inches of lapine meat withdrew, leaving the squirrelhole loose and gaping, likely unable to properly close for at least a day or two. Sighing contentedly the gray male reached down and grasped a pawful of fluffy squirrel tail, bringing it close to his crotch and wrapping it around his softening length. He gave a few slow strokes; careful not to overstimulate himself as he jacked off into the makeshift cumrag, helping the terminal few jets of seed still held within his shaft make their way out. He spent another minute or so cleaning himself with his toy's tail, using the very end to wipe off the accumulated sweat and seed from his now drained orbs.
“Well my slutty little squirrel, I'm spent. By the stars I was amazing. You were decent too. And I know you want more, but you're going to need to wait until we meet again. Ohhh, just that little suggestion made you quiver. What a perfect sexy cute little toy you are.”
Panting, Skater closed his eyes and let his tongue hang out of his mouth, thankful for the break at long last. His tailhole already pulsing with sensitivity, had been stretched around the rabbit's length even as it slowly receded. In all honesty he couldn't tell if he'd been pushed through another orgasm of his own or not: hot, sweet pleasure continuously jolted through his body, and his widened, swollen stomach was stretched tight. When he tried to speak his mouth was dry and sandy, his throat sore and his voice barely a whisper.
“So... we're done? Finally?”
“Not quite squirrel; I just gave you one of the biggest loads of my life, and you've gone and wasted it. Look at you, leaking everywhere! It's an outrage. Bad boy, clean that up.”
“Wha-?”
“You heard me.”
A firm paw gripped the squirrel by the scruff of his neck again, dragging him over to where a puddle of rabbit jizz lay pooled on the grass. His muzzle was unceremoniously pushed into it, rubbed through the sticky mess several times before the buck was released. When he made no further movements a broad, heavy rabbit foot stomped down on the back of his head; forcing him once more into the mess. Barely able to stay awake, exhausted beyond all measure, the squirrel began to obediently lap and lick at the still warm seed, swallowing mouthful after mouthful; cleaning up everything that had escaped from him. Finally there was little more left and he stopped, hoping to finally be allowed to leave.
“Good boy. Now just to make sure you won't spill any more.”
The confused squirrel felt the familiar grip on him again, yanking him onto his back then pulling his head forward. He was slowly being curled up into a ball, barely able to pay attention to what was going on. Finally however his nose was rubbed insistently right under his tail; his body contorted into the position he usually used to groom his private areas. The smirking rabbit chuckled and pressed him further forward, another paw pressing in under his chin and forcing his muzzle open. With another nudge he was forced to rim his own stretched hole dripping with lapine seed.
“Go on slut, clean yourself up. That's it; we don't want a single drop of my marvelous cream to go to waste now do we? You look like you need all the nourishment you can get. And of course- oh dear… you're absolutely filthy aren't you? I mean you always are, but now you're physically dirty too.”
“Mmmph.”
“Well I can hardly leave you like this now can I? I bet you want me to clean you off too.”
“No I-”
“I bet you do. Time for a bath I think… or a shower…”
The squirrel was released, uncurling to lie flat on his back, staring at the cloudy sky, his muzzle splattered with seed once more. His mind was numbed with everything that had happened to him over the past hour or so and he didn't even register the meaning of the words until a hot stream of liquid hit him square in the face. He tried his best to roll away, to struggle, to protest; but he was completely out of energy now. all he could do was to clamp his maw shut and close his eyes as a stream of light golden-yellow arced out of the rabbit's receding tip and splashed against his upper chest. His fur had mostly dried from earlier and the drenching quickly cut small rivulets in his fur as the stream traced up towards his neck. It quickly replaced the scent of lust and seed in his nose with another one, not quite as strong but still powerful and humiliating. After all he'd suffered through he knew he'd be reeking of the rabbit for days if not weeks. It was enough to make him blush at the thought of everyone else being able to smell it on him. This load was much lesser than the one the gray male had unleashed on him earlier; though sex had a tendency to fill the bladder the rabbit simply hadn't the time to build up another full burst. Even so, after a short time he could still feel its slick warmth seep between his lips and into his muzzle, especially as the domineering male focused his stream right against the brushtail's maw. After a few more seconds the stream weakened and failed. Only then did Hawkbit finally relent, turn and hop away. Giving one last solemn promise as he bonded over the hills.
“Don't you worry, my favorite little fucktoy; we'll meet again before you know it.”