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This is the second page of what could possibly be a 6-page comic collab that me and the bird are doing, it will be our biggest collab yet!
Ever since these two characters were shipped, I have been seeing comments from people saying I should have Skate top Hawkbit for once, and I have to admit, I would like to see that myself too! So I figure its time to make that happen... or does it? We shall see ;P
As of right now this comic looks to be about 6 to 7 pages long, with a story for each part. I will be posting these pages randomly, I can not say for sure when each one will be posted, but I will try to post one page every two weeks or so.
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Dreams Do Cum True Part 2
Skater the squirrel lay flat on his back staring up at the sky, or at least where the sky would be if a large gray bunny wasn't in the way. There was a long, drawn-out moment as his mind tried to make sense of the world, as even squirrels must when they have been rudely pulled from the world of dreams into the much harsher and less nutty place known as reality.
His body still tingled with pleasure and release; a warm afterglow that only added to that more quiet bliss people experience on waking, before the harshness of reality sets in. It didn't take long to do so in Skater's case, as he quickly came to realize that he was not, as he had so recently believed, lying back exhausted after energetically breeding his mate, but had instead suffered a very solitary and embarrassing nocturnal emission.
Again.
"You know, I have to say it's impressive; you shoot almost as far dreaming about me as you do when I pound that ass of yours."
He was lying on his back on a flattened pile of straw, panting heavily. His fur was soaked with sweat and the scent of desire. But it was also matted with seed, all his. And his mate was not lying bucked and bred by his side as he had so long desired, but was instead standing over him with his usual smug look of satisfaction and superiority on his face.
"So either you have a vivid imagination, or I have to put some more effort into making you cream. Or maybe I should just be honored that I've left such a big... impression on you."
The sciurine sat up as wakefulness returned, mind racing about what he could possibly do or say that would salvage even the slightest shred of his dignity. The only mercy granted to him was that of all the things he'd dreamed one was true. He and his partner were essentially alone, the brushtail acting as 'company' on a long patrol far from any other prying eyes that might have seen this utter farce. If he was doubly lucky he hadn't been talking in his sleep like last time.
"'Take my seed?' 'I'm about to blow your mind?' Must have been quite the experience, even if it was a total fantasy. If there's anything of mine you're gonna blow, it's certainly not my mind."
The brushtail blushed madly under his fur. So much for that idea. Guilty images flashed across his mind as those lines were recited back at him, a clear picture forming in his brain of exactly what he'd thought he was doing when he uttered them. He hated it when the rabbit listened in on his dreams. But what could he do now? He sighed as he set about the always-humiliating task of grooming himself. What with one thing or another the motions were second nature to him now, almost an instinct. Usually, of course, there was some other buck's mark mixed in with his own; he'd had enough experience that he could tell the subtle differences between different species, and even different males. Other squirrels had a rich taste, mice were creamy, canines especially salty (and very filling on a sheer volume basis) while rabbits tended towards the sweet and floral. Hawkbit especially had a distinct flavor, mostly due to his inordinate love of carrots. But his own taste was usually one of shame.
"I mean, I can't blame you for wanting to try; that's you after all, isn't it? A real trier. Someone who's always been full of spunk. Well... not so much 'full' as 'covered in', buuuuut... Oh hey, you missed a spot..."
Skater's tail bristled with annoyance as he twisted himself into the complicated position needed to lick his own shoulder (or participate in a threesome with a mouse and a ferret.) Why did this keep happening to him? It wasn't like he didn't get enough attention when he was awake... Well, if he were honest with himself it was more that he gave attention when he was awake, to nearly every buck he knew (and a few does of course). True to both his word and his nature the big bunny buck next to him had spent an hour the previous night rammed under his tail, garnering the pair a score of climaxes and sending them exhausted to dreamland. So why had his imagination seen fit to embarrass him in this way just a few hours later? Was his desire to top really that strong?
"It really is just endlessly adorable how you keep having these dreams about me, making these messes in your sleep... Can you imagine? you fucking me? Well, I suppose you can, I mean look at you; but as if you'd ever get the chance..."
"I would if you'd put out..."
Skater couldn't help but grumble as he started cleaning up his tail. His mate had held the carrot of topping him over the squirrel's head more times than he could count. He'd promised, suggested and teased, but had never, ever put a firm date on exactly when the brushtail could expect to reap that particular reward. It was always 'later' or 'next time' or 'you almost convinced me'. Deep down of course, they both knew that it simply wasn't in the lapine's nature to allow himself to be dominated by choice like that. Oh certainly he'd been topped before; but only when he'd had no other choice and those weren't exactly experiences he bragged about, or even discussed. When it came to squirrels there just wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that he'd be raising his tail as anything more than a tease. Still Skater had hope, which was probably why Hawkbit had such fun keeping the prospect juuuust out of reach. And the longear had very much heard the mumbled complaint, grinning widely as he took the opportunity to engage in one of his favorite pastimes, needling his mate.
"Oh I would, I really would brushbutt. But I don't want to see you embarrass yourself more than you already have. I know the pain of being unable to perform... well I've seen it in others at least, and I want to save you from feeling so utterly inadequate. I mean, more than you already do."
"As if. You just don't wanna risk it 'cause you know how great I'd be!"
"After just expending yourself in such a spectacular fashion?"
"We've gone a dozen times in a row before."
"Correction, squirrely. I've gone a dozen times in a row. You just lain there like the bitch you are and taken it. It's a whole other thing to do all the work, and you wouldn't last five minutes before fainting from exhaustion. I envy you, I really do."
The bigger buck's voice was absolutely dripping with sarcasm, even more than it usually was. He was practically swaggering about, stroking his own ego like he was pawing off his self-confidence. Of all his many flaws it was his smugness and arrogance that got him into trouble most often. He never seemed to learn his lesson though and Skater has a funny feeling that if he kept running his mouth he might well have to lift his tail. He finished cleaning himself and stood as proudly upright as he could, slightly damp but trying to radiate the same confidence that came so easily to his mate.
"We squirrels are known for our energy and stamina, you'd be begging me not to stop."
"Oh I'd be begging alright, can't you just imagine? 'Oh no squirrel! Not the other half inch!' 'Please, slow down! We've been going for two minutes already!' 'Be gentle, I almost felt something!'
Now the rabbit was practically dancing around his partner, skipping about with an exaggerated expression of shock on his face or raising his paws in a mocking imitation of begging. He may as well have been a pig given what a ham he was being as he taunted his lover in the way that only he could get away with. Meanwhile Skater tried not to pout too obviously, putting his hands on his hips and scowling with growing annoyance. The bunny was such an amazing ass that if he didn't have such an amazing ass the squirrel was sure he'd've bitten him on more than one occasion.
"If you're so great then why don't you put your carrots where your mouth is and prove it?"
'You would like that wouldn't you? To fuck this ass of mine? I can't blame you, I wish I could too, unfortunately that's impossible, so I have to settle for you."
The bigger bunny stepped up and condescendingly put a paw on the squirrel's shoulder, patting it lightly in an almost fatherly fashion, as if his superiority was more than a matter of personal opinion, self-evident to all those around him. Skater was unimpressed, having seen such gaudy shows many times before.
"Say what you like, I think you're more chicken than rabbit, I'm sure that ass could pass an egg. You wouldn't last five minutes before you started dipping your tail and backing out."
"You think so? You think I can't take anything you throw at me and then some?"
"I wouldn't get to throw anything at you, you'd flinch as soon as I started. You'd have some lame excuse, needing to continue the patrol or- or maybe you have a headache?"
"Oh REALLY?"
That was it. That was all that was needed to let the rabbit's pride override his caution. His expression soured slightly as he turned to face the brushtail, looking down at him with lofty annoyance. He was still far too wrapped up in himself to be actually upset, but his mate's challenge couldn't go unanswered. Stepping up to the smaller buck he suddenly lurched sideways, knocking the squirrel over with his hindquarters and leaving him sprawled on the grass, looking up at the massive ass above him (and a very nice butt as well.)
"Really. I'd bet on it."
"Bet your ass?"
"Oh definitely. Would you?"
"Anytime!"
"Alright then, how about this; I top. First one to run out of steam, give up or back out loses. Loser has
to enter the fox den on Flower Hill at sunrise."
"Deal!"
Well that had been surprisingly easy. The rabbit hadn't even questioned the forfeit, whereas normally there'd be no way he'd want anything at all to do with the vulpine on Flower Hill. While... associated with rabbits, the canine was still rather dangerous and both squirrel and bunny had run into him several times (and been unable to run at all for a few days after.) Of course it was unlikely the lapine would hold himself to his deal once he calmed down and stopped thinking with his ego, but that didn't matter. At the very least the sciurine would have the buck's humiliating backdown to hold against him, and there was a decent possibility that he'd at least be able to get some action in before the bunny backed out.
"Then it's settled. Show me what you got, brushbutt."
Hawkbit snickered as he settled himself down on all fours, crouching low to the grass in a position that made him more accessible to the squirrel. Most notably his tail flagged, showing the patch of pale white fur beneath it, shaped like a fuzzy triangle, perched just above a very noticeable, and tight, pink pucker; drawing attention to it as was it's purpose. A less discerning male might have mounted the bunny then and there, but Skater knew this was not an opportunity to be so wasted. No, this would require meticulous execution of the plan he'd developed for just this situation, painstakingly exact after so many nights of careful consideration after having his own rear ridden for hours.
Skater tried hard not to let the sheer joy of his triumph shine through. He could scarcely believe that now, after so long, after all the time he'd been with (and under) the larger male... after all the promises and teasing... after all his hopes and dreams... now, now at least he'd finally get to fuck the buck. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.
He sat up and dusted himself off, straightening his now nearly-dry fur as if to make himself look good for the momentous occasion to come. Pulling himself to his full height he stepped boldly forward and placed a paw on each side of the rabbit's flanks, giving their soft curves a firm squeeze. They were delightfully cushy underpaw. He stood there for a minute or so. enjoying their warmth and softness before deciding on exactly how he wanted to proceed. With an eager grin he leaned forward, whispering something that even the bunny with his big ears couldn't hear.
"Oh I will... With pleasure, bitch. With absolute pleasure."