The adventures of Skate and his bunny mate Hawkbit continue!
I have been wanting that Fox to fuck Skate for some time now, finally got around to doing it ;)
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A Knotty Arrangement
Skater paced back and forth, full of nervous energy.
This wasn't too unusual; he was one of the squirrely persuasion and as such usually had energy to spare. But today was different. Or rather, the last three days had become increasingly different in that he'd been left completely to himself for all of that time. Many would not have found such a thing particularly odd, let alone a reason for dashing back and forth like a madman, but then very few were in Skater's specific situation. He was in a serious relationship and hadn't had his brains fucked out for more than 72 hours.
This was understandable; Hawkbit, his buck, had been forced to stay away due to sightings of a fox in the area. As a rabbit he had to protect his warren and keep an eye out for danger and had probably been having quite a few uncomfortable, sleepless nights recently as well. But while this made perfect sense, even to a squirrel brain, Skater's body was less cooperative and was stubbornly insisting that right about now he should be getting fucked into the dirt by a big gray buck bunny above him. The fact that this was not currently happening made him twitch like he'd just downed a dozen cups of espresso. But in the end all he could do was wait by his burrow for his buck to return to his hole. Which he did, eventually, when the sun was rising high in the sky.
It was with a strange mix of emotions that Skate finally saw the large, slate-colored form bounding his way lazily over the curve of the hills. Cool relief that the bunny hadn't been messily devoured, heated arousal at what this inevitably meant they'd be doing and slight concern about exactly how hard he was going to be ridden after three whole days of separation. A good night's sleep was often enough to stir the lapine to wild passion and the squirrel had often been woken at the crack of dawn by the eager grunts of a larger male thrusting into him. Though the longear seemed rather calm as he loped easily through the ever-decreasing distance between them, there really was no telling what would happen when they reunited. Surprisingly, for him at least, what he got wasn't a pounce and pinning but a cold, crisp command.
"Alright squirrel, I'm back. Grab your nuts, we're going for a hike!"
"We are?"
"Got a bit of distance to cover, so get going."
"A hike?"
"Yes. And at the end of it you're gonna get pounded so hard every bucktooth out to the horizon will feel it."
Skater nodded obediently. That was more like it. The pair often had a change of scenery' to add a little spice to things. By a stream, atop a fallen tree, even once in the rabbit's own warren, in the middle of the day, commanded not to make a single sound as he was relentlessly rammed. The only surprising thing was that Hawkbit could stand to wait however long it'd take them to get to their destination. Still, he'd probably had a long time to plan this out in every detail. They set off immediately.
It was in fact only a matter of a half hour run before the bigger buck stopped dead in the middle of a field next to a stone about the brushtail's height. It was full of (to the squirrel) shoulder high grass, except for some very large and broad trails that had been walked through it over many years. There were some blackberry brambles at one end and a wood at the other. It was open to the sky, but semi-private as well. There didn't seem to be anyone else about, so it wasn't going to be a public affair, which was a relief since those were always humiliating. Well... more humiliating than what usually happened anyway.
"Right, we're here. Bend over and hold onto this. And don't let go until I say so."
Again the squirrel obediently complied, bending over slightly and gripping the rock before him near its apex. Being ordered about by his buck was nothing new, though traveling so far just to get nailed against a stone was a little odd. There was a moment of silence before Hawkbit let out an exasperated sigh, a broad gray paw smacking his partner on his rump.
"Ah, ah ah- What kind of position is that for a doe to take? And here I thought I had you trained good and proper! It seems we're going to need to give you a few more lessons now, won't we? Remember, when you're in front of me, you spread and lift."
Skater felt himself get hot, blushing under his fur. Of course; how could he forget? His buck had come up with a variety of 'tricks' to teach his partner and make him do on command, whether that was just after he'd woken up, in the middle of lunch or just after a mind-numbing orgasm. And this was one of the more important, if simple ones. He was a fool to forget. Wasting no time the smaller male spread his legs wide, feeling his hindquarters lower behind him and angle him further against the rock as he submissively lifted his tail and curled it over his back, where it stayed, leaving his hindquarters utterly exposed. The rabbit grinned smugly, slowly hopping around the prostrate rodent and looking his pet up and down with pride at how well he'd been trained. He raised a paw and caressed it gently under the squirrel's chin, gripping it firmly and making Skater turn his head to look at him.
"Awww, don't I have such a good little doe. One who knows her place. One who can't possibly imagine how much Ive missed nailing her tight little ass for three whole days... And one who has been a good girl and not touched herself while I was gone too! Not at all like that dirty little squirrelslut I met last month. I guess that lesson I taught her finally sank in, hmmmn? But I'm sure she liked it, didn't she?"
"Mm."
The squirrel shuddered, whimpering a little as he looked at the ground, unwilling to maintain eye contact. The 'lesson' had been the standard punishment for jacking off when the rabbit wasn't around; which was being roughly pawed off by the buck again and again, to the point where he was releasing dry loads. Pinned beneath the lapine's greater weight to prevent too much struggling his poor cock would be edged 'once or twice' and teased mercilessly before every drop of squirrelseed was relentlessly milked from it. Hawkbit had fond memories of his doe begging while smothered beneath soft gray fur for him to stop, almost in tears as his sensitive shaft was mercilessly milked dry. And it was such things that meant that the bunny would have none of this demureness, still gripping tightly under Skater's chin as he forced him to look up: straight into his eyes. The makeshift doe stammered, lost for words as his gaze locked with that of his buck, almost able to feel the force of it pushing him back.
"I'm sorry, what was that? I asked you a question, slut. And if that mouth of yours isn't sucking dick like it was meant to then the least it can do is answer me. So... you enjoyed your lesson, didn't you?"
"Y-yes."
"Though it did tire out my poor paw; how many times was it? Ten? Twelve?"
"S... sixteen."
"Sixteen! That might be a new record, don't you think? You must really love being my little slut, mustn't you?"
"Yes."
"'Yes' what...?"
"Yes Hawkbit, I love being your slut."
"Of course you do... Well, I suppose I should fuck you now, it has been a while, hasn't it?"
Skater felt his ears going red. As utterly debasing as it was to be talked down to like this, he loved every second of it. Even just being called a doe sent a shiver down his spine and made him murr involuntarily and shudder with delight. His buck knew it too, which only spurred the domineering bunny to further extremes to the point where getting repeatedly muzzlfucked until he was nearly unconscious was just an ordinary morning for the squirrel. What the pair did when they got kinky could have added several new chapters to the Karma Sutra. And the subby slut was increasingly confident that something of that flavor was about to befall him in the minutes, and maybe hours, ahead.
"Yes! Yes... please."
"Oh? Eager are we? I didn't say I would fuck you, just that I should. Maybe I should put that pretty little mouth to use instead, or get you to mark yourself with my seed. You do give excellent pawjobs after all."
"Wh-what? N-no... please..."
Skater felt his heart sink as his buck's tone turned cool and mocking. Surely he wouldn't be led all this was out to the middle of nowhere and not get fucked? The rabbit had been that cruel before, going days denying him climax, only using his mouth and paws. It was sheer torture! No, he couldn't take another day, another hour, even another second of denial. His eyes welled up with tears at the injustice of it, his lip literally wobbling as he whined. In response Hawkbit merely crossed his arms, his hind foot tapping a slow beat on the ground at the pathetic display.
"Well... if you really want to be fucked so badly, you could at least ask. That's only proper manners you know.
Skater did so without hesitation, begging in a deep, desperate voice.
"Please... please fuck me."
"Tsk! That doesn't sound very impressive. You may as well get your paws off that rock and onto my cock if that's the best you can do."
The squirrel pawed at the stone as he whined in a slutty, almost feminine, high-pitched tone.
"No! Please! I want.. I NEED to be fucked! Please, please fuck me!"
A suspicion that was confirmed when, to his considerable surprise, he felt hot breath playing over his rear; the rabbit behind him crouching low on all fours, head tucked neatly beneath his tail.
"Of course you do. Now... let's see how you've been holding up while I was away..."
A rough paw prodded the squirrel's backside, pressing itself against his warm tight tailstar and rubbing coarsely over it, making the smaller male squeak with surprise, his eyes going wide. The appendage made several massaging passes over his twitching hole, rubbing and tugging at it, before there was a sudden jab as a thick digit inserted itself. This drew another shocked squirrel squeak, that disintegrated into a needy moan as the digit wriggled about experimentally, testing Skater's resistance and elasticity. There was a pause before a second intrusion was inserted and two paws tugged at his tailhole, seeing how wide it would stretch. Skater grunted and grit his teeth as he felt himself being steadily stretched open. It was something the rabbit enjoyed doing from time to time, seeing how easily the squirrelslut's once-tight entrance could now be gaped after everything that had been done to it. There was a mocking, smug tutting from the gray male as he looked over his mate.
"Mmmn... Thought so. Tightened up considerably in my absence. And so tense! That really won't do, it really won't. We'll just have to loosen you back up again or there's no way we'll get through everything I have planned..."
The paws withdrew, only to be quickly replaced by a broad, flat muzzle that nuzzled in under the bushy tail, pressing tightly against Skater's quivering entrance. The motion pushed the smaller male forward until he was pressed against the cold stone in front of him and to his surprise he felt the sensitive tip of his cock grinding against it slowly, sensation barely enough to satisfy but plenty to frustrate. He was far, far from fully aroused, but it was still surprising that even already the first inch of his shaft was protruding from its sheath, and rapidly lengthening as its engorged tip bumped into the rock again and again. Was that why the rock had been chosen? He knew from experience that such teasing could keep him aroused for hours, and it was one of the rare situations when his mate bothered to pay this sort of attention to his backside.
"Mmmnnnf!"
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a long, warm, wet lick stroke against his tailstar, lapping at it as if it were some sort of delectable candy. Several more followed, each as long and languorous as the last, the gray buck enjoying his doe's musky scent and salty taste. Each pressing lap ground the smaller male forward, rubbing his crotch against rough rock and encouraging him to emerge further. Three days was an eternity to a squirrel and what little restraint he usually possessed had melted away like a snowflake in the desert as the rabbit behind him began to make out with his pucker in earnest; nibbling, kissing and caressing his ever-loosening tailstar, rubbing and massaging it as it slowly relaxed, letting the lapine in deeper. A slick, wet tongue began to probe in deep, exploring the stretched ring and the passage beyond as the brushtail was expertly rimmed, seeking out the sensitive spots that only the rabbit knew the location of and assaulting them mercilessly. Already the squirrel was close to climax, his twitching shaft beginning to copiously leak pre, painting the stone in front of him with a silvery stream. He felt like he was going to burst; his poor eager cock pressing so desperately against the stimulating stone, his pent up balls seemingly growing larger and larger by the second, hanging low and swelling up with seed that seemed like it might never be released. Fogged as it was with rising lust the squirrel's mind could still detect a pleased snickering from his mate who was enjoying teasing him immensely. Finally, a minute or so later, when both the bunny and his partner were panting heavily and aroused to full mast, Hawkbit pulled back, a thin string of saliva linking his muzzle with the underside of a squirrely tail.
"Not bad for a warmup, but I think we need to get you in a... more suitable mood before things go any further."
Hawkbit sauntered his way over to Skater's side, the squirrel turning as much as he could manage without removing his paws from where he'd promised to keep them. A gray paw stroked up the inside of his thigh, tickling its way through the fur there, the rabbit snickering as he watched the eager cock already desperately hard as it responded to his near-touch, his partner adorably began to moan; arching his back as he felt a soft pressure upon his pent up shaft for the first time in days. Surprising the squirrel further Hawkbit gripped his length, a soft, furry paw gripping tightly on his shaft. Skater groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with delight as he shuddered with pleasure. The bigger buck teased, squeezing the pulsing cock whilst using his other paw to grasp two full nuts, the brushtail groaning in lust as they were played with.
"Mmm, you like that huh? My my! These DO feel heavy... You've been making a lot of cream for me, haven’t you, my little stud slut?"
The sciurine nodded desperately, wincing as his blue balls were jiggled about, biting his own tongue to provide some sort of distraction from the tension building in his loins, his pupils shrunk to pinpricks as he stared at the stone in front of him. He didn’t dare look down at what was happening, knowing that simply watching the smirking buck as he played with his shaft would push him over the edge in a heartbeat. The longear giggled as he skillfully twisted and squeezed his paws around the twitching squirrelshaft, the poor appendage unable to help itself and spilling precum all over the milking paws. Months of 'practice' had taught him how to use his paws most effectively to tease and squeeze and pleasure his mate.
"That's a good boy. I think tonight we'll work on letting that all out won't we? Maybe, just maaaaybe you can top, hmmn?"
Skater's eyes widened with delight. The same months that had made his buck an expert teaser had likewise taught the brushtail exactly what was meant in the turn of a phrase or the tone of a voice. And this particular one meant that later that night they'd be laying together, fur against fur, chest to chest, heart to heart... When, between bouts of hot, sweaty mating each would show the other just how much they were loved, how much they wanted to be buck and doe forever. Of course there was almost no chance he'd get to top; that little treat had been dangled in front of him many times only to be whisked away at the last minute.
"Well... IF you earn it. For now... let's get that needy little fuckstick of yours all worked up for later hmmn? Come on now, lil bitch, I wanna see those hips of yours buck; it's the only buck-related thing they'll be doing after all!"
A gray paw returned to milking the squirrelshaft, teasing it much to the smaller male's misery as Hawkbit cooed at him in a coaxing, patronizing voice. Paws stroking eagerly as the brushtail dared do little more than moan, his hips twitching with nervous energy as he remained in the humiliating position. For the rabbit had long ago found an interesting little kink in his doe, a love of being toyed with and used. He watched with glee as the stroked shaft visibly pulsed in his hands, the rodent groaning with masochistic delight as he was treated like the slutty plaything he was. The lapine snickering dominantly as he solicited the exact reaction he loved to see so much, vowing to never go a day without trying this. Evilly stroking the throbbing cock faster he nipped at the squirrel's ear, eliciting a quiet squeak.
"Awww, does my little bitch like it when I tease him like the slutty cocksleee he is? Oh my you really WERE born to be my doe, weren’t you? Mmmnnn... you wanna cum slut? Is that it? Wanna make a big mess right out in the open where just about anyone can see you?"
Skater could do nothing to deny this, whimpering and whining as he nodded his head desperately. His tail bristled and shook, his hindquarters trying to roll his length within the tight grasp. He was long, long past the point of disagreeing with anything the rabbit said, ever, thoroughly broken in and needy. By now Hawkbit’s paws were well coated in pre, his own length standing proud as he occasionally took a few seconds to slick it up with the squirrel's fluids, making is glisten in the sun. The sciurine began to tense, gritting his teeth and biting his tongue as he moaned lewdly, his buck continuing to stroke him all the while. He could feel his climax rapidly approaching, as if hot seed were building in his length, only the tight grasp around his tip keeping it from bursting free, the tip of his cock engorging with seed. He was going to cum at any moment! He was going to-
"Awww, now hat's just too cute, slut. Frith I love that face you make just before climax, it's adorable!"
There was a sudden absence of feeling and Skater's shaft twitched needfully, suddenly deprived of the contact it craved -just before it could be pushed over the edge. The blissful feeling that had been enveloping his cock suddenly vanished and he felt his peak recede as he squeaked in annoyance at the denial, cursing as his whole body shook violently.
"Ffff-fuck! Oh come on!"
"Aww, what's the matter? Didn't think you'd be edged today? No, no no... I wanna play with you a lot more before you burst. Give our audience a show, mm?"
"B-but there's nobod- aa-aaah!"
The mischievous rabbit gave the squirrelcock a flick with his paw, making it twitch violently and stopping the squirrel's words in his throat. He snickered as he saw the desperate male instinctively shaking his rear alluringly at him, looking over every inch of the bushy brown body that was so thoroughly his. He gave the throbbing cock a few tantalizing strokes as he leaned in once again to whisper to his doe.
"Of course... you could always give in and be a bad boy, step forward and just hump this rock. It won't take much, will it? Just give in and be a naughty squirrel.."
Once again the brushtail whined helplessly; knowing it really would be that easy, and not that uncomfortable to just give in to his desires. But at the same time knowing that some way, somehow, the bunny buck would use it against him. His forepaws clawed desperately at the rock, leaving thin scratches into it as he struggled not to burst into tears, his buck standing back and grinning all the while, enjoying every last second. Finally he seemed to reach a decision.
"Alright, let's see how you handle me now..."
Without warning a large gray paw inserted itself where only seconds before had been a lapping tongue. The sudden invasion made the squirrel's shocked squeak die in his throat, choking off to a nearly inaudible whimper as his eyes went wide and crossed. Another shove buried it wrist-deep into him, stretching his hole wider than it has gaped in... two, maybe three weeks. Its partner pressed against the squirrel's backside, roughly grabbing a pawful of fur and holding the sciurine in place. The cottontail twisted his paw left and right, savagely stretching the stunned squirrel as he tried to force yet another inch into him, eliciting little more than a choked gasp from the overwhelmed male. Slowly but surely almost half of the rabbit's arm sank into the warm, resisting depths, but he eventually reached a limit, unable to probe any further. Sighing with dissatisfaction the gray buck absent-mindedly wriggled his paw inside the tight passage, oblivious to the strained squeaks it drew from his lover as he did so. Finally, and almost as violently as he'd entered, he withdrew; tugging his paw out hard enough to nearly yank the squirrel from the rock he was now desperately clinging to.
"Hmmnnn... still not as loose as I'd like. I suppose it's my fault really, I've been going too easy on you these last few weeks. Really should've had you stuffed and gaping more. I guess it can't be helped now... Alright! He's all yours, just try and take things slow okay? I wanna be able to use him after this too you know!"
Skater felt a cold chill run up his spine. So someone had been watching! But who? This would be far from the first time he'd been 'shared' with one of his bucks friends; Hawkbit was fond of taking him somewhere and letting another male mount and breed him, pawing himself off as he watched his doe get stuffed and stretched and used nicely. Still it was surprising, the squirrel sure that his partner was far too horny to have the patience on this day. No wonder he'd been so well prepped, but who would his partner be today? Fiver? Dandelion? The cat from-
There was a deep, deep growl from behind him and the sciurine's blood turned to ice.
It sounded big, very big. Far, far larger than anything he'd met in a while. A shadow fell over him, blocking out the sun as he remained glued to the rock, turning his head to try and see over his shoulder. For a second he couldn't make sense of the rusty brown shape behind him, filling his field of view. But then he understood.
"Squirrel meet... well honestly I don't know what he calls himself. Actually I think you may already know each other? I ran into him on patrol yesterday and he- we- agreed that if he stayed off my turf he could have a little fun with you."
"I... but... that's a fox! I can't take... you can't..."
"Nonsense! I have faith in you squirrel; your sluttiness knows no bounds! Just stay there, relax and it'll be over before you know it!"
"But.. buuuunnngggh!"
Hawkbit grinned maliciously as his paw firmly squeezed Skater's shaft, drawing the squirrel's attention to it once more. The shock of the vulpine's arrival had almost made him forget how utterly aroused he was, but his buck had given him a quick reminder with a few simple strokes. The ice cold fear shooting down his spine was battling the red hot lust rising from his loins, and losing. The rabbit leaned in, roughly nibbling his ear and breathing hotly into it.
"But what...? Didn't we practice for this? Long, hard hours of practice? Day after day, week after week?"
The sciurine felt his breath catch in his throat. Surely it was impossible that his buck had been planning... But they had be doing... things for some time. Things that had involved his hindquarters and acorns... and walnuts.... and eventually a rather sizable carrot. He felt his tail twinge at the memory of those nights. He'd assumed at the time that his buck merely liked to push his limits, he'd never imagined it would be for... well for something like this. He tried to voice his objections, but his throat was suddenly dry at his future prospects, his voice a barely audible squeak.
"But... that's a fox... A big fox..."
"And you're a big boy, aren't you?"
Skater didn't manage a replay as a gray arm wrapped around his waist from behind and yanked him upright, throwing him off-balance as the lapine pulled him backwards. He tottered unsteadily on his hindpaws as the rabbit gripped him tightly, suddenly leaning in and pressing his face against the brushtail's and grinning wickedly, his eyes sparkling with impending mischief. In the somewhat awkward position, held tightly in the buck's arms, the squirrel could feel his sensitive length brushing against soft stomachfur... and also against a larger, hotter and harder length that was likewise poking him softly in the gut, grinding against him and leaving sticky, silvery trails of pre in his fur. The rabbit's grin was so close that the twitching of his whiskers tickled Skater's nose when he spoke, his voice as cold and firm as a steel rod.
"I don't think you remember how this works; I'm your buck, you're my doe. We have a nice little agreement about this now don't we?"
Skater nodded weakly, his throat too dry to respond.
"Of course we do. You're mine, every last inch of you. And you do what I want, when I want with whoever I want you to, don't you?"
Another nod.
"Now.. I want my dirty little slut of a mate to do this, which means you will, no questions asked. Bu-ut, since you seem to nervous..."
Without warning Hawkbit leaned in, pressing his lips against those of the squirrel. He growled possessively as his hot tongue pressed into the smaller male's mouth, probing it aggressively as if tasting the squirrel. His arms gripped the brown form firmly, pulling it close to his chest as he huffed hot breaths onto Skater's face, his gaze locked with that of his partner as the heatedly made out. The squirrel could taste his own musk on the bunny, mixed with the rabbit's own rising heat as their crotches ground together, two stiff lengths slick with fluid and mirroring their tongues as their passionate kiss drew out into long, silent seconds. Finally the larger buck pulled away, nipping the brushtail's tongue and giving it a gentle tug before letting go and stepping back. Once more the squirrel nearly fell over as he was left standing alone, Hawkbit backing off a foot or so before facing away from his mate, crouching down and raising his tail with a deft and mischievous flick.
"... how about you try to mount me now hmmn? Better hurry, before I change my mind..."
For a moment Skater was stunned; he'd never had such a direct invitation from the bunny before. It was probably some sort of trick or misdirection, but at that moment he honestly didn't care. He was hornier than he'd been in longer than he cared to remember and his hypnotized gaze was locked on the inviting pink pucker being presented to him now. Without a word he scurried forward in a half-dash half-pounce as he leaped upon the gray buck's back, his paws scrabbling through tufts of fur as he struggled to position himself. As he'd half expected Hawkbit had already tucked his tail down, making it difficult for the squirrel to hit his target. What was unexpected however was the sudden feel of pressure on his back as a third, very much larger male joined the fray.
"Oh dear... it seems we forgot about our company, huh slut? Well, make yourself comfortable up there you two, don't mind me; I'm not going anywhere."
Skater found his options quickly diminishing as the massive vulpine stepped up behind him. He was already spread-eagled atop the gray buck, with no easy way to dismount. And above him, as well as behind and in front, was a ceiling of fox. He could already see a massive, thick shaft jutting out beneath the gigantic predator, worryingly thick and already dripping pre. His new 'partner' had evidently been enjoying the show and was more than ready to join in. In his own hurry to mount his tail had been curled neatly against his back, leaving him completely exposed to the unanticipated attack. The squirrel shivered as he felt something warm brush against his tail, jerking eagerly in response and jetting a thin stream of silvery liquid across his back. A small part of his mind which hadn't gone numb with shock marveled at how what was just a spurt of pre for the vulpine was a sizable load for a squirrel, soaking his fur and leaving a very visible mark through his tailfur.
"Is something wrong? I don't feel any action back there... Not distracted are you, nut boy?"
Skater was indeed very much distracted as the fox began to hump, a massive pointed tip jabbing at his hindquarters with rough inaccuracy. Beneath him Hawkbit stretched, standing on tip-toe to push the squirrel more firmly against the canine chest, providing a more level target and increased resistance to help the larger male in his quest for penetration. Any other squirrel would have had little to worry about, the sheer size difference forbidding any sort of coupling. But Skater wasn't just any other squirrel; despite, or perhaps even because, of his precarious situation he was exceedingly excited and had been very well prepped and lubed up. The massive maleness probing his backside was thus inexorably guided to its destination, a loose and ready ring that easily took the insertion of a terminal inch of foxmeat with little more than a gasp from the smallest male.
Skater's eyes went wide as, at the same time, a deep, rumbling growl sounded out, vibrating through his body. It was a triumphant and only slightly irritated announcement from the canine above that he'd finally made some progress. With the squirrel sandwiched between two larger males he was neatly held in place as another inch, then two, rammed their way inside him.
"Ggggkkk! Gggnnnnhhh!!!"
The fox was slowly forcing his way in deeper, grinding forward against all of the resistance Hawkbit could must, but still pushing the gray bunny forward. Skater could feel himself stretching to accommodate the massive, rigid tool that was rapidly filling him. It wasn't yet too overwhelming; nothing had hadn't taken during one or another of the many, many adventurous and debauched nights he's spent with the perverted bunny holding him up, but it wasn't even halfway in and he was rapidly reaching his limit. He bit his tongue to stifle a panicked squeak barely able to pay attention to the answering snicker below him as his buck spoke with mock annoyance.
"Well now... this is no fun at all, believe me! Typical squirrelslut; someone shows up with a bigger dick and all of a sudden you're positively drooling over them! Well fine, just fine, I'll just leave you two at it then. Maybe it'll be more enjoyable to watch."
There was a sudden shift as Hawkbit crouched down and dragged himself out from under the larger canine, almost pulling Skater with him. But at the same time the fox crouched low to the ground, almost lying down atop the squirrel, now able to grind him against the dirt directly. The rabbit backed off a little before turning to watch the show. Only the brushtail's head could really be seen, poking out between a pair of rusty vulpine forelegs. He also couldn't see what the foxcock was doing, but he could tell it had to be pretty impressive given the way the squirrel's mouth kept silently opening and closing, his eyes wide and pupils reduced to pinpricks. Above him the fox growled, teeth bared with effort as he tried to force himself ever deeper into the too-tight hole. For as much preparation as the brushtail had endured, there was no getting around the fact that the thick slab of vulpine meat now forcing its way inside him was at least as thick as the rabbit's arm and was only going to get longer and harder as time went on.
"In fact... I think I know the perfect position to enjoy the fireworks. You don't mind if I get a leg up, do ya big guy?"
It was obvious to the gray bunny that the fox was exceedingly distracted, savoring the vicelike squirrelhole he was filling. He was also low to the ground, crouched enough to spark a very dark and interesting idea in the rabbit's mind. He knew he'd never get the chance to mount a fox, but here was the perfect opportunity to ride one.
With a crouch of his own, then a flying leap, he landed atop the vulpine with practiced grace. A less capable bunny might have overshot or simply fallen off, but not him. Instead he remained, balanced precariously on the fox' broad back. He grinned triumphantly as the canine half-stood, elevating the lapine to seemingly giddy heights. He could feel every thrust and movement of the hunter beneath him, working over the increasingly distressed squirrelslut below. The view was perhaps not the best; he'd really hoped to see the look on his doe's face when she was properly knotted, but the position was as alpha as fuck. His focus turned completely to the larger male as he couldn't resist dirty talking the canine himself.
"Tight little bitch, isn't he? Go on, you massive fuck, bury that bone in him. Stretch him out nicely; I wanna see him gaped for days after you rut him. You know he can take it, take you. So pound him nice and hard for me, make him squeak like the little cocksleeve he was born to be!"
Below the poor, abused squirrel was barely clinging to consciousness as he was violated to his core. Slowly but surely he was being pushed past capacity, foxdick entering uncharted territory as it did its best to split the brushtail in two. Skater was sure that by any sane measure he should have simply burst, that something should have broken. He could feel it as his squirrelhole was stretched ever wider with each grinding thrust into him. If felt as if his inner passage was changing shape, being straightened out by the rock-hard length cramming itself into him. The thing was half as long as he was tall, yet already it seemed as if most of it was inside him. He couldn't speak, he couldn't squeak, he could barely breathe as the massive maleness seemed to fuck all other thoughts from his mind except for its incredible, dominating presence.
With his vision blurred with tears he looked between his own legs, not surprised by the lewd bulge in his stomach. Each thrust of fox meat into him made it swell ever larger, the white-hot pointed tip burying itself ever deeper into him. It was as if he himself were turning into nothing more than a living sleeve for this cock, a warm hole with fur. He felt his hindquarters, spread by the fat length, lifting off the ground as the fox stood up, pulling him along. A brief light of hope flared in him as he waited to slip off the fat length and fall to the ground, but he was to have no such luck.
He was already too tightly stretched around the formidable fuckstick to slip free, even lubricated as he was. Despite the meaty length positively drooling fiery hot pre into him, not a single drop was spilled as the vicelike tie he battered ring was forced to maintain provided a perfect seal. Instead he simply dangled, his forepaws scrabbling desperately at the dirt, grasping desperately for tufts of grass to maybe pull himself free. But it was to no avail, his limbs were wet noodles, limp and almost numbed by the stupendous stretching sensations that filled his gut. The only thing stopping him from being completely impaled on the rock-hard shaft was the swelling bulge of a canine knot, too large even for his breached backside to take. Or so he hoped.
"Mmmnf! Growling a lot aren't ya, big guy? Bet that little cocksock is reaaaal tight down there now huh? I wonder... can you knot him? Might wanna hurry up; we both know how thick you get down there... and the longer you wait, the harder it's gonna be. Yeah... go on now, knot him good and let that tight hole milk you good and proper."
Hawkbit was having the time of his life, riding high atop his canine mount. One paw slipped between his legs, stroking furiously, leaving thin lines of silver in the hunter's rusty fur. The other was petting firmly between the fox's ears, which were pressed flat against his head. It was an awesome feeling, being able to dirty talk something so large and dominant, to feel the predator's hips thrust firmly under his encouragement. He let the motions of the larger male aid his own, each hard buck shifting his body and helping him push into his own paw, rubbing silky fur over sensitive skin. He knew the elil was close... very close. How could he not be when hilted in such a fine ass? But he wasn't sure if he'd be able to outlast the musty canine; the sheer excitement and heat of the situation was almost too much. The whimpering, squeaky sounds that filled his ears as his mate was thoroughly bred, the overpowering scent of musk and mating, the blissful stroking of his shaft... all came together to push him ever closer to the edge.
"Go on bitch! Breed that slut! Fill her till she bursts! Make her take you; every inch, every drop!"
The fox himself paid little attention to the weight on his back, growling with pleasure at the petting between his ears. Most of his focus was taken up by the impossibly tight sleeve enveloping his cock as he grit his teeth and snarled with pent up energy. Every inch he'd wedged in had been like fucking a velvet vice, but now his growing knot met seemingly impenetrable resistance. The incredibly stretched and filled hole wrapped tightly around his length seemed unable to give any further, much to his dismay. It was only an inch or two more, just a final, deep-dicked thrust to knot the fucktoy between his legs... if he could just get into position for one final, vigorous push... Lifting a forepaw he pressed the stretched and stuffed squirrel against his chest, balancing on three legs as he pulled back, holding his breeding toy in place as his hips suddenly rammed forward, his tail sticking straight up in the air and bristling with obscene pleasure.
"GGHHHKKK! NNNNNGGGHHHF!!!"
Skater's squeak was lost in the answering growl from the fox, choked off and helpless. If he'd felt stretched and assaulted before, it was nothing compared to how he felt now. His tailstar was a ring of white hot fire, a bliss so sharp that it stung. Somehow he was being forced even more open, stretching impossibly wide as the fattest part of the canine penis continued to press into him. What had started as a hard thrust that had fucked the breath out of him, had turned into a longer, slow grind as the determined predator continued to push into him, unwilling to stop until every inch had been sheathed in squirrel sleeve.
Slowly but surely progress was made as Skater squirmed weakly, his legs kicking into pale white stomachfur as he felt himself somehow grow even more full. He felt sure that he would simply pop like an overfilled balloon at any moment, that his body couldn't possibly take this and had to give. Yet, after a moment of unbelievable tension, there was a pivot point... a brief moment in time where he felt the thickest part of the foxhood force its way past. Then, with a sudden jerk, the last few inches of fox meat slammed into him in one cruel shove.
The sound the squirrel made wasn't a squeak or a squeal or a scream. It was a voiceless, choked, high-pitched note of surprise and utter, overwhelmed bliss. The sudden jolt felt like being punched in the gut, but from the inside, as once against the brushtail's breath was forced from him, as if the rigid length was ramming up under his lungs. It was almost as it the pointed tip has jutted into his stomach directly and was filling it with pooling pre. Much to his dismay he felt the heat of two full vulpine orbs finally pressing against his own smaller, stuffed stones, the soft kiss of a massive sheath pressing firmly against his violated tailstar. The fox's paw dropped back to the ground and Skater joined it, hanging limply from the newly minted tie. He was completely numb below his waist, unable to feel his tiny acorns nestled warmly against a far larger and fuller pair. But what he could feel, with rising panic, was the swelling growing inside of him, making his lap bulge out even more ridiculously.
The fox's knot hadn't yet had time to fully engorge, allowing the hunter to ram himself completely inside his partner. But now, surrounded by the impossibly tight, hot sheath, it began to swell, pressing outwards in all directions and further stuffing the already overfilled sciurine. Skater felt dampness and heat as his bladder, flattened by the growing bulge, emptied itself without his volition. Seconds later he felt the same rising pressure push against his prostate, as if grinding against it, flattening it and making him squeak weakly in protest. But he was already full; far to full, he could feel every throb of the massive meat jolt through him, the fox's pulse setting his own breathing as every twitch of the invading maleness shook his whole body. He couldn't even struggle anymore, hanging limply beneath the larger predator like a living fleshlight, the spasms and squirming of his body a velvet sensation over every sensitive inch of foxcock.
Above him the hunter nearly purred, a deep, long growl echoing in his throat as he enjoyed the blissful cocksheath that now gripped his member. It was so warm, so tight... already he was leaking copious spurts of pre, likely unable to hold off for more than a few minutes. He shut his eyes and reveled in the feeling, a shivering, squirming squirrel massaging every inch of sensitive skin. He hadn't felt such bliss since the first time he'd successfully knotted his mate, his hips bucking at the air before he knelt down and began to grind his shaft against the ground, insulated from its roughness by the beautiful cocksleeve he was using.
"Nnnf! Y-yess! F-fuck yes! Breed that slut!... F-fill him g-good! Oh... oh FRITH yesSSS!"
Perched unsteadily above, Hawkbit felt himself approach orgasm. The fox's body was moving so harshly, so roughly, that it was a miracle he hadn't simply fallen off ages ago. As he pawed furiously at his own length, his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure, mind filled with visions of what the squirrel below was enduring. His toes curled, digging into rusty red fur as he resisted the urge to fall forward and bite the fox's neck. He had a different, less suicidal plan in mind; leaning back as his peak approached, using both paws now as he took aim...
"Unf! Unf! UNF! FUCK YES!"
With a final, sharp, yell Hawkbit climaxed. He forced his eyes open as the first jet of seed shot from his shaft, watching it shoot out between the fox's ears, over his head to land on the grass several feet away, painting it with glittering white. A second and third burst followed, each one sparkling like a silver string as it flew through the air. The feeling was intense, indescribable. He was riding a fox, peaking atop the largest male he knew. He felt like he could claim the world; that, in that moment, he was greater than any buck who had ever lived. Rope after rope of his seed shot forth as if being fired from a canon, his lewd moans lost in the feral growls of his larger mount.
All time seemed to slow down, as if the world were suspended in amber. There was just one long, orgasmic moment of pure pleasure as the rabbit continued to unleash, feeling himself empty out spurt by spurt. He barely even noticed when, with a jerk, the fox shifted and he tumbled off of it, landing heavily on his back on the ground. Heedless he continued to stroke away madly, shooting sticky ropes of seed that, by accident or ingenious design, were now aimed squarely at the suffering squirrel who was being steadily filled more and more by the breeding vulpine who was himself reaching his own crescendo.
It didn't take long at all for the canine's hurried thrusts to grow ever more desperate. With the squirrel well and truly tied he could stand tall, bucking his hips and letting the heavy mass of the rodent below swing back and forth, letting gravity and momentum tug as his knot. Skater was rocked back and forth limply, his back slapping stickily against the hunter's underside at the apex of each thrust, feeling a massive shaft rubbing and tugging inside him. He could feel scalding hot liquid seeping into him, seemingly filling his stomach from below as his limp body was shaken about like a ragdoll in a mating frenzy. Stuffed impossibly full he was already leaking pre around the painfully tight seal his rear provided, sticky fluid staining his fur, running down his legs and dripping off of his own far inferior cock. For the fox he barely mattered at all except as a rutting post, a tight warmth to be used for its pleasure. Again and again he was roughly slammed and pressed and smacked against the fox's chest, the world spinning as he was jerked about crazily, the thick length within him throbbing and pulsing, seemingly growing ever more rigid as inevitable and all-too-soon climax approached. The smaller male barely clung to consciousness as he was viciously pounded and used without any concern for his safety or pleasure. Spots danced before his eyes as the final few seconds turned into a complete blur.
"RRRR-RRRR-RRRR!!!"
There was another loud, deep growl as the fox finally came. His cock jerked and twitched, shaking the surrounding squirrel as the first white hot jet of seed poured forth. It pumped into the sciurine, making him squeak weakly in protest as it pumped into him, his eyes going wide. He felt himself swell with it as it poured out, seeming not to end. A second, then a third thick rope of cum violated his very fore, feeling that they bloated him like some weird balloon. And yet still the climax went on. A fourth burst began to pour from his tight tailhole, gushing wetly over his crotch and stomachfur as the massive load dripped off of him. Even the gigantic, multi-lobed knot right behind his tail couldn't keep the following spurts from busting free.
The buck's body spasmed weakly, completely overwhelmed by the assault. With a weak gurgle Skater's mouth hung open, a burst of hot liquid seeming to burst up out of his throat and pour from his maw. Had he really been filled so much as to leak from both ends, or was this merely the hot seed running down his body from his completely violated tailhole? He was in no position to tell as his mind went blank, sticky seed gushing out and over him, making him leak from every orifice. Amidst this punishing pounding his own climax finally came, completely unnoticed by squirrel, fox or rabbit as his thin streaks of squirrelseed were lost in the thicker, more violent canine bursts.
The intense, powerful climax exploding inside the buck pushed his diminutive body to reach its own peak. It was as if he'd been stuffed so full of vulpine seed that there wasn't any room for his own. Somewhere in a blinding torrent of lustful bliss the squirrel felt his shaft twitch weakly, firing burst after burst of seed onto the ground below. But even this was under the fox's control, each spurt forced by the larger, hotter, creamier burst of male seed deep within his tight and twitching tunnel. Skater's orgasm rode atop that of the larger male, just as he helplessly hung under him. It stretched on and on, never allowed to cease at the hunter used him as a simultaneous cumdump and jizz rag, filling and spilling seed into him until the small buck's mind went completely blank and the throes of his orgasm blended indistinguishably into that of the canine above.
The tight spasms of his body however served well to stroke and squeeze and milk the massive maleness impaling him, extending the vulpine orgasm out; two minutes, five... ten. The fox simply stood there, eyes squeezed shut as he let his tight cocksleeve pleasure him, twitching and squirming and squeaking as it was filled over and over again, only to leak the spent seed into a massive and sticky puddle below.
Only slowly did the climax weaken, twitches and jerks growing weaker and slower as the fox's senses slowly returned. Beneath him however the squirrel was nearly comatose, completely limp, eyes glazed over and mouth drooling a mix of saliva and jizz. Brown limbs twitched weakly, paws grasping at the air, a bushy tail now completely slicked with fox seed, fur painted almost entirely white. Above there was a relieved grunt as Hawkbit awkwardly tumbled off of his mount, deciding to take his leave before the hunter regained his senses. He circled the exhausted fox, giving an impressed whistle as he saw the massive puddle of jizz that had been pumped through his mate.
"How about that? I've seen a squirrel sheath more times than I can count, but never a squirrel used as a sheath... So, still alive down there?"
The rabbit buck stepped closer, tucking himself neatly beneath the panting predator and running an explorative paw over the stretched squirrel. The brushtail had evidently been pushed to his limits, not only stretched enough to take the thick foxdick, but also neatly swelled with spurted seed. Skater's stomach was a big, soft marshmallow, bulging obscenely as the rabbit's paw sank an inch into it. Even now he was still dripping, thick creamy fluid dripping from his mouth and nose and oozing from his floridly stretched tailhole.
"Mmmmn, and a tight one too, by the feel of things! I can feel his shaft pulsing in there, not to mention that knot. How about you, slut? Can you feel it twitch? You must be able to, I can hear you squeak when it does. Let's just see how tight your seal is..."
Grinning wickedly the rabbit gripped his mate by the arms, giving a savage tug forward and smirking when the squirrel didn't budge one inch. Skater's eyes went wide for a second, a choking sound emanating from his throat as he struggled weakly is response. Above him the fox growled with pleasure as a fresh round of spasms and squirming massaged his sensitive shaft. But the tie held, being crushingly tight at the best of times and utterly unbreakable now.
"Guess that fuckhole of yours can still grip when it needs to huh?"
There was no reply from the bloated buck, who stared numbly ahead, only able to take the lightest breaths. Even when the lapine gave his shaft a stroke there was no response at all. Skater had been completely overwhelmed by his ordeal, his mind a total blank.
"Aww, gone a little quiet have we? Well no worries there; you'll be hanging around for a few hours at least by my reckoning. He does like a tight bitch. In fact... you know what we should do slut? Go for a nice walk, show you off around the big guy's territory hmmn? Let everyone know who's in charge. See the sights. Maybe even make a day of it."
Slowly recovering, the panting fox turned his head to look at the rabbit, an apparent sign of agreement as he stepped forward, walking slowly and unsteadily away from the flattened, jizz-stained grass beneath him. With every step he took his captive partner's flailing form swung heavily back and forth, like some sort of lewd pendulum. The silvery sensations this produced on the hunter's shaft made him pant with pleasure, unwilling to ever stop padding forward as every blissful step rewarded him with further quivering and tensing from his new cocksleeve. It was indeed a wonderful idea to take a tour of his vast territory, showing off his prize to anyone he met.
Beside him Hawkbit hopped smugly, pleased at having seen a very unique show, and also leaving a suspiciously sticky spot atop the vulpine's back. There really was nothing better than showing off a well bred bitch. Well, except perhaps for breeding her in the first place of course. It was a pity the squirrelslut was so broken; it would have been the icing on the cake to hear him whimper and whine as he was taken for his walk, to see the blush on his cheeks as people stared... On the bright side however, he'd probably come around in an hour or so; and that was plenty of time for him to... enjoy the rest of his exercise. Assuming of course that their foxy friend didn't get too excited before then and attempt a repeat performance.
It had been a great day so far, and it was just starting.