Cinnamon's foot thumped on the ground as she surveyed herself in the mirror of her little burrow. The jackalope could feel it: it was [i]that[/i] time of the year again, and she had held off long enough. She'd learned to keep to herself for the most part, but had looked for a mate for a long time, too, since her kind were a mysterious and elusive lot. She was raised with the idea that she should continue her distinguished lineage given her species' uniqueness. After all, pure-blooded jackalopes like herself were a rare breed and finding another was like finding a needle in a haystack. However, after years of fruitless searching and using her light glamour magic to keep the stares away from her nude form, she had decided to take her lineage into her own paws. Despite her upbringing, she had taken to more earthly pleasures over the long time she had spent on her own. She still lived in a hollowed out hole she'd repurposed, but she had hooked up to the power grid and even managed running water to her little hovel. She was done playing by the rules. Her eyes were drawn to the mirror and the reflection of her damp, swollen nether lips there. She was in her prime breeding years and she was tired of waiting and wading through cities trying to find another wayward ‘lope. Perhaps the others were rare because they were stuck-up and too picky, trying to follow those old rules. Maybe they deserved to die out because of that, but not her. She was determined to give her kits an advantage and have progeny that would be able to stand up to the challenges of the world around them, and she would start with the most important thing: strong genes. Nose to the wind, she slipped out of her burrow and took in the cold, crisp air. She wasn't cold, despite her nudity, because her plush, brown winter coat had come in and kept her quite toasty. Her long ears draped over her back as she slipped free with a powerful spring from the trick rotten stump entrance of her hollow. Just as she was settling into the snow with her well-furred feet, she caught the whiff of something strong. The prey instinct in her surged to the surface but she quashed it down and took another hit of the musky smell. It was quite the catch.Or rather,[i]she[/i] might be quite the catch for whatever produced the potent scent trail she silently followed along. She had been padding around the trees when she saw a lone fox silently sweeping through her forest. He was [i]quite[/i] the stunning male form. Though he was not a feral beast, his movements were lithe and purposeful. His body was mostly white so as to blend in with the scenery as he darted effortlessly through the snow. Were it not for his prints, even she might have had trouble following his movements. He had gray markings that trailed along his back, too, that broke up his white form even more in the wilderness. It was proof of a good lineage of wolves bred to be hunters, despite his no doubt more...civilized nature. She could smell the city on him; he wasn't from around here. Clouded with her glamour, she kept herself low and hidden as she watched them spring into action, diving into a snow mound and tugging out a mouse. Without a second thought, the fox snapped it up. As he turned, she saw the black markings around his muzzle and quickly surmised he was a marble fox - affirming the notion he was a city slicker of some sort. Marbles weren't natural around here, and the coloration was quite the exotic lineage from reds and grays. Then why was he here...? Maybe he wanted something more carnal than the ease of city-life. She slowly let her illusory cloak fade and revealed herself to him. She hoped he was interested in [i]other[/i] carnal needs, too. As soon as the shroud of magic peeled away from her, she saw the fox's head snap towards her, eyes dilated. She could see his form shift from interested and alert one moment, to a far different form of interest a moment later when he drew in the scent in the air. He could smell her heat, she was sure of it. "Hello there..." Cinnamon stepped forward slightly, her non-padded paws drumming lightly on the leafless tree next to her. "I couldn't help but notice such a handsome suitor... I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with, were you interested." The fox straightened, and the smaller femme had to resist the urge to flee. He was quite tall, something she never quite got used to from the outsiders she ran into. She was about four feet tall, which she thought was quite good for a ‘lope, but this male stood several heads over her. She could see the excitement bristling through him, a slight shivering evident in his tail. "And what problem would that be?" Taking that as her queue, Cinnamon stepped forward, carefully plotting her path over to the large male where she reached out and rested a hand on his plump sheath. The tip was already poking through, a dark gray offset by all of the pearly white fur. Such a lovely pelt. "Well, I've never... been bred before, and I've been waiting for the right man, you see? And you sure have quite the ideal traits I'd like to pass on to my babies." The positive reaction to her paw was pretty quick and, pleased, Cinnamon murmured and took it as a chance to cup his hefty balls in her other paw. They were heavy with seed. Yes, he'd do nicely... "I would've returned to my ancestral lands sooner if I'd known I'd be given such an offer on my vacation," the fox mused. Cinnamon looked back up with a coy smile. "Well they're my lands now, fox boy, so how about you be a gracious guest and show your gratitude to the owner?" Her words got a feral snarl from the fox, and he leaned forward to curl his claws around the side of her small antlers. The sound made her heart flutter, from fear but also a perverse kind of arousal. It wasn't a threatening sound, but a dominant one. "And you think you can take charge of me?" Without answering or waiting for his next move, Cinnamon pulled his sheath back and took every exposed inch of cock into her muzzle. Though she'd never actually done this before, instincts and several dozen years of being pent up made her bold. Her soft, pink tongue slid along that quickly growing gray shaft, circling the head as she suckled greedily. Both paws gripped the fox's hefty balls as she drank in more of his musky, manly scent with each lick. Using just her muzzle, she slid up and down on him, savoring the first taste she'd had of sweet, male musk. The fox did not retaliate or utter any other words, just a soft groan as the lone paw he'd put on her wrapped tightly around the antler with clear permission, urging her forward. Cinnamon obliged, groaning herself as she learned forward, sliding up and down and closing her eyes. She'd imagined this many times, but had never thought it would be with a male quite so large. And large he was: the more she bobbed her head up and down, the longer he seemed to grow. Soon, she couldn't even fit all of his shaft into her mouth, despite her best attempts. Her heated mind pictured that large shaft pushing into her, imagining what it would feel like to finally be properly mated. She really wanted to enjoy and savor the moment, but she'd abstained for so long that her shuddering, needy body was making it hard to focus on what she was doing. She idly hoped she was't being too clumsy with this, but she couldn't help her trembling paws as she cupped and squeezed him. The sound of his panting as he began to buck into her mouth made her wet. A lone paw drifted away from stroking those heavy, virile balls so she could lightly touch herself. She was dripping and she was sure he could smell it. She was as fertile as could be - body begging to be seeded with their pups. Tamping down those needs, Cinn savored the taste and feeling. The strong fox's body pressed into hers: she could feel the warmth of his bristling fur and the corded muscles in his thighs as he shuddered and began to buck into her mouth while his steadfast arm locked onto her antler and kept her from pulling away. She really wanted to savor the taste and how his body writhed at her ministrations, but she was hot and ready to go, too. Despite him being much larger and stronger than her, Cinnamon pushed his legs forward a bit. She heard a whiny little growl escape the vulpine as he gripped her tighter, thinking she was trying to push him away. Reaching a foot back, she thumped the tree behind her while she patted on his thigh with her damp hand, trying to signal she wanted him against the tree. After a few moments, he pulled free of the eager muzzle, only to have Cinnamon take the lead, impatiently pushing her whole weight into his leg to direct him back towards the tree. She needed to be bred, now. He allowed her to guide him to the tree to sit so that massive, girthy black rod could hang free. Cinnamon needed a moment to take in just how ungodly huge he was. She had never taken a male so big before, not even when she was off of her heat cycle. "Wow..." were the only words the little ‘lope could mutter, staring at the canine in all his nude, masculine glory. "You've convinced me," he rumbled to her, obviously taking in her wide-eyed look. "I promise I won't bite... at least not very hard." She looked up to his stormy gray eyes, swallowing and feeling her insides aching. "Not unless you want me to," he added, pupils widening as he inhaled hotly. Cinnamon planted both feet on the fox's thighs and hefted herself up into his lap where she nudged them open more, trying to decide how to best take such a massive creature. "I've just... you're so big..." The words, as much a slight protest as an intense desire, made Cinnamon shudder. She stood on her tiptoes even on his thighs, gauging he might be about foot long, before settling back and angling so the tip was aligned right at her nethers. Just that slight push and grind made her shudder and whimper. She ground at it a bit more, steadying herself on his broad shoulders and working the tip against herself, trying to guide it inside. As the girthy tip slid in, her insides clenched. She needed it now, no more waiting, the frantic bunny side of her instincts kicking in. "And I've never done this before." "W-wait, you mean like never had sex at all bef-" Not waiting for him to finish, the jackalope dropped her legs, shifting and leaning back. Her body was so thirsty at the idea of finally being bred, even her lack of experience was no match for its desires. Her hymen was pressed aside in one slick movement as the shaft slid halfway into her in one solid, flush movement. The fox gave a strangled yip and struggled to reach forward and catch her, keeping her from leaning backwards and straining the angle for them both. At the same time, Cinnamon cried out, overwhelmed from the sting of being taken for the first time and the foreign pressure of being filled so much, but simultaneously amazed at how fucking [i]right[/i] it felt having that giant cock forced deep into the tight reccesses of her aching, dripping pussy. She was already bucking atop him, and she could hear that the fox was caught off guard, but she couldn't help it. He just felt so good and she needed that friction to rub the needy, painful ache out of her. Her body acted of its own accord, her back legs tensing so she was humping herself on him in a springing motion, each jerk down sinking more and more of his length into her. Flustered, overwhelmed, and already stuffed incredibly full for her first time, Cinnamon's paws grappled at the male's shoulders and she shamelessly moaned - that first intense mating was too much for the little bunny. Her back arched in ravenous, needful desire as an influx of emotions and raw, physical feelings thrummed inside of her. Even with how wet she was, she still felt the resistance from how hard her passage was gripping onto him, how snugly her insides grasped at that thick shaft, not wanting to give up even a single inch. She kind of hoped her body wasn't gripping down too tight and hurting him, but those thoughts were drowned out by this insatiable, frantic, demanding need to hump, and to hump as deep as possible. Right. Now. Claws dug into her back, trying desperately to steady the horny female while she grabbed onto him and set both her back legs on his now spread knees. Using the new angle and momentum, she slammed herself into him, beginning to hilt herself each time with the aid of her body weight. She struggled through it: her body spasming as she moaned, clutching at him, knowing she was falling to pieces in his arms. This seemingly meaningless, mindless breeding was not so meaningless to her body, and she felt herself frantically bucking and then crumbling from her first orgasm. She cried out and shook as it rocked through her, still trying to keep up the same pace while her body tried to milk her black and alabaster fox suitor of everything he had. Her body felt weak, insides locked up, and every muscle tensing and tightening into a wrapped core as she cried out and then moaned, long and shameless, as she buried her face in the fox's fluffy chest and came. Her legs felt like jelly pistons as she tried to steady herself and her movements as she shook, tears stinging the corners of her eyes at how intense it all was. In that moment, she felt completely raw and exposed as a little bunny before a big foxy predator ready to snap her up. Little kicks from her back legs kept her at a slight pace, eyes lidded as she pulled away. She couldn't read his expression too well, just his dusky gray eyes and black tipped-muzzle looking down at her. Without thinking, Cinnamon reached her paws up and grasped his thick gray and white cheek tufts and shoved her lips to his, pressing her tongue up against the roof of his mouth with wild, carnal abandon. As if a switch went off for the fox, who'd been rather passive just letting the jackalope have her way with him, he gripped and pulled her to him. Both of his hands slid down to her back, trapping her against him while a gutteral rumble met her lips and his tongue pressed and slid along her own. He started to properly hump her now, matching her levels of passion from before. Cinnamon flailed a bit as she tried to figure out where to hold onto her foxy suitor, before she just let her body and instincts guide her, working to meet the fox's actions as he began to properly fuck her with breeding intent. Where she had had little, haphazard thrusts, the fox was able to draw himself almost fully out of her before plunging his twelve inch shaft back in, prying her locked insides apart as he claimed the deepest, untouched parts of her. Dizzy, overwhelmed, and basking in her first climax, Cinnamon moaned. Her hips met with his as he slammed up into her, simultaneously pulling her down and almost painfully mashing her mound and clit into the base of his sheath. She was so full, insides tight and aching as the fox pounded her needy, cream and brown body, giving himself fully to her as her mate. Her lips were sealed as tightly to the fox's as nether lips were to his dick as she drank in every touch, every slide of his claw, and every frantic hump into her as he claimed her as his and his alone. She could feel him tense up, nearly biting down on her much smaller muzzle as he gripped her. His claws dug into her fur, the tips pricking into her delicate skin as his thrusts became hard, intense, and needy. Even in her lusty haze and lack of experience, she could feel his bucks into her change. He wasn't just taking every inch of her that she offered over and over, he was letting her tight insides pull him in, dragging out and slamming back in with purpose. She instinctively knew he was about to plant his seed into her hot, eager body. The thought drove Cinnamon mad, and she pawed ferally at him, her hind legs eventually catching a good angle to slam back at him. Almost like an angry protest, the fox held her tighter, making her conform to his pace. Cinnamon relented, feeling every inch of her insides - even the parts inside of her that he couldn't reach - tensing up once again. The slower, harder, more meaningful thrusts into her faltered and she felt warmth start blossoming within her, warming every vein as it trailed through her, lighting up parts of her body she didn't even know existed. Cinnamon gripped onto the fox, moaning shamelessly into his muzzle while he blew his virile load deep into her petite body; it was practically screaming aloud how it was ready and willing to carry his kits. Both of them were shuddering: the fox's more defined and timed with his large shaft as it twitched inside the little jackalope's body, shooting rope after rope into her awaiting womb. Each spurt sloshed a little deeper into her, spreading his seed into her insanely fertile body which was still clenching and drawing those little swimmers into her as deep as possible to give their breeding the best chance at success. Cinnamon whimpered as she felt the foreign but very much wanted sensation of being cum inside. She had never experienced it before, but her body was as receptive as could be to his potent seed. She leaned back and resumed her kissing a moment later, gasping softly as she felt the very real twitch of his length taking up what felt like her entire torso. She could feel it like a heartbeat alongside her own, making her whole body shiver with each throb. Slowly, the fox pulled back, breathing hotly as well, his heavy musk bathing the air around Cinn's smaller muzzle as she panted heavily to try to regain her senses. "My name's Cerwyn," the canid breathed, helping Cinnamon lean back a little as his shaft ever so slowly softened after having spent itself with quite a sizable load. "C-Cinnamon," the jackalope breathed. "And I am pretty sure you just got me pregnant." The fox grinned, leaning back a little with his own half lidded eyes. "H-hope that's okay - you don't need to s-stick around if you don't w- aaaaaaaaa!" The bunny yelped as the shaft slid free with an audible plorp. One of Cerwyn's hands slid down to her very spent, dripping mound, and held the cum against her. "I'm counting on it," he grinned slyly, in the way only foxes could do. Cinnamon shuddered, her body hot, fur prickling as she was flustered, exhausted, and spent from exerting herself in ways she'd never done before. As she slowly lowered herself back with the fox's help, Cinnamon looked at the still insanely large cock sitting there, hanging in the air with white pearls dripping down it. Sized back up to herself, Cinn was terrified but impressed she'd managed to fit such a massive thing into herself. And it hadn't even really hurt! Cerwyn caught her staring and chuckled. "You sizing me up for round two?" With a nervous laugh, Cinnamon struggled to her feet, leaning on his legs as she stood up. "I think that might be about all I can handle... but hey, listen, if you're ever in the area, I've been here probably as long as you've been born." The fox's ears swiveled forward with a slight snuff. "Really?" Cinnamon smiled slightly, brushing her fur out a little, "Yeah, no phone or email or anything like I see all your kind using now. Maybe eventually, but not now. Old jackalope set in her ways and all that." With a pat of her stomach, her eyes met his. "But like I said, I don't expect anything from you, but you're welcome to stop by if you're ever curious... or if it doesn't take and we want to try again." The fox grinned, stretching his limbs and straightening himself up in a fluid motion, as if unaffected by the sudden and intense humping. "I might just have to take you up on that..." -- Cinnamon's nose twitched as she was halfway home. Her sense of smell has been a little impaired because the strong scent of male fox musk all over her, and the pungent seed matted in her nether fur had added to that. But dull as it was, she could still pick out a different odor drifting within her forest. She had difficulty picking it up, but finally she realized it was the smell of fish and salt and it was smeared all across the forest floor and some of the trees. How odd. Despite hopefully having her breeding itch scratched, she decided to investigate. After all, her forest's health was just as important as her future babies. With quiet purpose, she hopped and ran, using her ears and nose to pinpoint where the smell was coming from - the smell had a [i]sound[/i], too. Something on the move? Whatever it was, it was fast! She'd have to try and catch it somehow... Thinking quickly on her feet, she dashed to one of her emergency, hidden forest stashes and pulled out a pack - it had a net and leashes for dogs that came in (probably the most common problem was people letting their beasts run loose), treats, a few ropes, whistles, a few knives, and small baskets - and took it with her. She couldn't gain on the scent, though. Whatever it was, it was just too fast! It seemed like it was blitzing through the forest at a speed she'd never seen something travel before. Despite that, she had a plan. Whatever it was, it was following a haphazard path and avoiding chunks of trees. If the thing continued the way it was, it would end up in the clearing towards her den. She'd have to head it off and ambush it, she decided. After a few minutes, she had herself perched in one of the large trees to give her a good vantage point over the edge of the forest habitat. She could spot something like a yellow-gold blur zipping through the forest, gaining on her hiding spot. A few contained breaths to calm herself, and she sprung from her place, timing so she would crash into the beast full force. Aided by her powerful back legs, she slammed herself into the yellow creature, hoping to throw it off its tracks. But... she didn't plan on it being so darn big. Or sturdy. "Whoa, hey what-!" As she slammed into the yellow blur, she became disoriented and tumbled, but could make out the words as she began gripping for purchase on the yellow beast. It was easily twice her size! "What was that for?" Despite being crashed into, the creature seemed oddly calm. Gathering her wits, the jackalope blinked up at the beast she was currently clinging to. Feathers! Lots of yellow, no, almost golden, feathers covered the creature - the bird. He was very tall, adorned and well kept with large wings tucked behind him, and sturdy taloned hands and feet covered in the typical avian scales. He almost looked like some kind of cryptid or mythos like her. She wondered for a beat what he was, because she'd never seen such a large and fast bird. How odd he smelled like fish and - her thoughts were cut short as she looked below herself, seeing the most massive pair of balls she'd ever seen. She had been clinging to his chest, after launching and trying to grab his head. He was beautiful! Stunned for only a moment, the female frowned at the big, imposing beast she was holding onto, staring into his large beak and puzzled expression. "What do you think you're doing running around in here, making it smell like the ocean?!" The bird seemed to pause, then laughed easily. "Oh, do you live here? I was just running out some energy. This is my first time on this path. I've been working on the docks, but it's not the right kind of tiring." He flexed his arms, and by the gods, they were [i]big[/i] and they were [i]strong[/i]. "Hauling boxes of bass and crabs all day doesn't work me the right kind of way, you get me?" Cinnamon wasn't sure how the bird could be so cocky, flexing and bragging when he'd been caught running amuck in her forest! A big, strong, dumb, sexy, well-endowed... "Well the smell of fish is gonna linger on this forest for a week, I'm sure." Cinnamon righted herself while still holding onto the large yellow feathers, feet resting on his abdomen. "So I'm going to have to ask you to leave unless you can give me a proper offering." "Oh? And what offering is that?" That smirk again, and she was sure she could smell something more than [i]fish[/i] musk on him, too. She tried to keep herself in check and not look down at those hefty, massive melons he had for balls. Focus, she told herself. With a hefty glare fixed at the bird, she lowered herself a bit, letting just the tip of what she assumed to be his cock brush into her folds. "You're the fastest bird I've ever seen-" "A chocobo. And I can last longer where it counts," he breathed, interrupting her. With a swat against him, she continued through his commentary, "-and I want some strong kids to take over when I leave. If they're fast and strong like you, it would make this forest a stronger place. Give me some viable kin and you can run here whenever you want and I won't have to kick you out by force." She could feel his hefty mass lean back, a scaled claw cusping around her ass, drawing her more into his tapered, slick tip. Even though the bird - chocobo - was huge, that fox had a massive length for his size so she was sure they couldn't be too different. She could handle him. "Yeah? And you're gonna make me?" Without missing a beat, Cinnamon yanked the collar and leash from her bag, cinching it around the chocobo's large neck. "That's right! You can call me Cinnamon and this is [i]my[/i] forest. I may be small, but I'm in charge here!" The golden male grinned at her, arching an eyebrow. "Alright, you win. You can do whatever you want with me. So tell me exactly just what-" she stifled a moan as he accompanied his words with a jerk of his hips into her nethers, slipping the tip inside her previously spread body quite easily. "-you have in mind." Agonizing as it was, Cinnamon pushed herself off that slick rod that had easily begun to press into her. Holding the leash in both hands, she straightened and basically stood on the chocobo, holding herself in place with the leash and her feet on him. Following her queue, the bird eased himself down, letting her reach the ground before she tugged him over to a felled tree. She knelt over the remaining stump, using one hand to reach back and spread herself, the other to tug the leash. "Breed me. And do a good job of it, too. I'll make sure of it." Her words, aided by the tug of the leash, made him follow through easily. As Cinnamon adjusted, angling so the bird had a better angle and height to fill her with his brood, she felt that sweet shaft press against her again. Aided by her yanking the collar, the male lowered himself, shifting and pushing into her. The slow roll into thicker girth was intoxicating, Cinnamon not able to contain her moaning. Each inch that she drank in was sweeter than the last, slowly blossoming inside her like petals, to a thickness that began to rival that of the fox she had previously mated. And it kept going, and going. The jackalope gripped the stump under her, beginning to arch and slip a bit as it felt like there was an endless amount of cock slipping into her. As he went deeper and deeper, Cinnamon felt the uncomfortable, aching pressure as the tip mashed deep in her before she finally bottomed out on him, gasping and panting. Her insides were aching at the large intrusion. She wasn't sure how big he was but he was substantially bigger than even that branch Cerwyn had for a dick. It took her a minute to get her bearings, slowly working the large shaft in and out of herself, adjusting to the absolutely massive length. She could feel there wasn't much friction, easily slipping him in and out in little increments. She could begin to feel tinges of pleasure as she worked over him, humping forward and back, slowly getting faster and deeper with each push until he was hilted to her again. He was gonna fill her with such big, strong, gorgeous babies, and she panted at the idea. Strong kids, made from the virile seed she was going to milk out of the large chocobo that was currently buried deep in her wet pussy. And those balls! The thought of him cumming in her made her dreamy as she fell into a slow pace of working him from tip to base, over and over and pressing into those same wonderful spots. She was finally getting used to his length, the burning inside of her turning from intense pressure to a heated, lovely pressure before she snapped back to reality when the chocobo's hand gripped her tail, lifting her rump and legs almost clear off the log. "Hey you chocobo - we had a deal! You cum in me and I let you stay!" She heard a trill chuckle behind her and she scrambled to grip the leash in both her hands to try and bend the bird to her whim. But for all her strength she might as well have been a blade of grass against a tree. He didn't budge or stop adjusting and yanking her wet rump to him while he placed his free hand on the stump next to her. "You can call me Marquis; I expect you'll be saying my name more often since I'll give you exactly what you want, bunny girl. You're not gonna get me off with that gentle humping. I think you're used to me enough by now, so let me give you that bareback fucking you wanted." She wasn't prepared, despite getting used to his length, for what came next. With her body exposed and held into place so she couldn't be thrown off the stump with the power behind Marquis, she was powerless as the first thrust plowed into her with a force she hadn't ever experienced. Cinnamon cried out, immediately overwhelmed by the big chocobo's pace. He held her spread and open, bucking his hips into her, burying from tip to root over and over, plowing the poor jackalope under him. She grunted, breathless, crying out, gasping, and gritting her teeth as the bird defiled her insides with his passionate fucking. Her entire body was overwhelmed, drowning in the pressure, the pace, and the raw power of the male's long, slick cock inside her. She had lost control of the situation, now merely a passenger along for the ride as she hopelessly gripped onto the leash to steady herself. Each buck of Marquis' hips into her filled and spread her tight folds to the limit, mashing far deeper inside of her than she thought was possible. Her vision was getting spotty from the breeding as he greedily filled her full with his wild passion. She hoped he wouldn't last long and just fill her needy, bruised insides with some chicks. But true to his word, Marquis was fast, but not [i]everything[/i] came so quickly. He held onto Cinnamon, keeping up that same, furious pace with an intense energy and need. His stamina wasn't limited to just running, and eventually both hands cupped around her hips instead and drew her under him, dragging her a bit off the stump and pinning her against it. She was held under him like a ragdoll as he steadied himself by locking his legs into place and keeping deep as he pumped into her. Her cries turned to moans the longer he plowed her and the initial discomfort turned to pleasure. The way he always slid in at the perfect angle - able to feel as his hefty, seed-filled balls slapped against her thighs - was intoxicating. The rutting was intense and she opened her eyes to look up at the large bird holding her in his hands, just slamming into her with wild abandon. His eyes caught hers, and that smug expression seemed to strengthen, his brows furrowing as he grinned a little wider and pumped her full. She was sure he could see how much she loved it: him defying her and taking charge. Her body quivered, needing that intense pace as he ground into her, coaxing her into a frenzied grappling with the stump, trying to steady herself and grip down as she came. And cum she did! Her small body writhed under the heavy ministrations of Marquis above her, making good on his promise as he fucked her senseless, edging himself closer. She felt him start to slow but buck harder, his breathing becoming uneven, coming out in slight groans instead of the quiet but fast breathing he had before. He pushed her back on the stump, lifting her by the tail with one hand again, holding her waist with the other, his grip like steel. He stuffed her with hard, meaningful thrusts, staying deep as she clamped around him, and groaning as the golden bird emptied his balls into the awaiting, fertile jackalope - as promised. Almost immediately, she felt it pouring out of her. It sloshed within her but ended up pooling outside as it ran in streams down her thighs, each twitching thrust trying to spurt more into her well-stuffed womb. Marquis was even angling to stuff it down as deep inside of her as possible and make good on his word. Lewd, sloppy sounds filled the air as he kept humping throughout her post-orgasmic bliss, sending more spunk squirting out of her with every thrust. Cinnamon whimpered, almost unable to move against or towards him as that sweet, thick seed forced itself into her, washing her insides with spurt after spurt of heavenly, golden seed. He ground into her as he finished up, still holding her hostage to his ministrations as he lazily pumped into her. She could hear the spatters of cum drip out of her with each push and she whimpered, gripping the stump below her and moaning. With one final bow, Marquis picked his pace back up, suddenly and unexpectedly slamming himself into the little cum-filled jackalope again until she was moaning his name and crying out, legs flailing behind her as she begged for his babies. She was filled to the brim with white ropes of cum that were being forced out of her more and more with each push, knowing that the chocobo had for sure impregnated her as promised. And with his quivering balls still smacking up against her even as he pulled out and slammed into her, it was no surprise when she felt herself topple into another orgasm. Her whole body locked up: pleasure that seized her muscles ripped through her as Cinnamon moaned long and hard. Her body shook uncontrollably as her insides beared down and gripped onto the chocobo's cock, refusing to let him go. It was an overpowering and intense sensation when he pulled out, leaving Cinnamon to lay in a puddle of cum, albeit still held snugly by her suitor now putting her spent little cunt on proud display. That large pink cock had done a number on her, having spread it full and now leaving a trail of jizz oozing out slowly from it. "That was just a little extra gift, for being such a gracious host." His voice was still clear and steady, almost like he hadn't just ravaged her with a hard, thorough breeding. The exercise and heavy humping had hardly even winded him despite how long he'd been going at her plowing and trying to sow his seed in her. Cinnamon yelped as Marquis released her, letting her slump with a squishy plop into the sodden trunk. "I won't keep taking advantage of your hospitality, though. At least not for today." She felt the leash drop down over her back and panted, woozy and spent as he discarded his pack and gave her rump a fond little swat. Oddly gentle, she thought, for his relentless pounding before. "Guh...." she blurbled out, lying prone. "Don't worry, I'll see myself out - I know the way. I'll see you again, I'm sure... Cinnamon." -- A newly and very, [i]very[/i] plump Cinnamon made the long and slow trek back to her den. Her knees were still shaky and she was exhausted. The jackalope's body felt sore all over; most of all being her legs and her very spent, well-loved nethers. Idly, she ran a long paw over her stomach as she used the other to guide her from tree to tree, caressing over the large bulge that the copious amount of cum dumped into her had created. With a blush and coo to herself, she imagined she was already plump with her children, reassured that she would be having them by next year. She could feel how swollen her belly was, sloshing full of the fertile seed from both males, like she'd stuffed herself silly at a buffet. With a heavy body and light heart, she made her way back home. She delighted in the feel of how full and rotund her body had become: doting on it with her fuzzy paws and admiring it every time she glanced downward. A fondness had bloomed in her, and she fantasized about how wonderful her babies would be and of starting a new life with her little ‘lope pups. The thought put a little spring in her step as she finally started to smell the familiar brook and trees near to her cozy little tree burrow. In no time, she was home, stretching and sighing with relief. "Finally, we can relax, huh guys?" she mused, stroking her creamy, distended stomach. "Don't worry, we're gonna have a nice bath and get you guys all nice and toasty in mommy while she keeps you safe." With a contented sigh, Cinnamon wobbled over to the trunk and went to squeeze herself in like she'd done many times before. It was only after she had kicked off to hop headfirst into her burrow that she realized her error and how now her pudgy stomach had betrayed her by getting her firmly stuck. She grunted, kicking her feet and trying to get purchase, but her front arms were dangling uselessly a few feet above the ground and her back legs were just churning air as she tried to wiggle her way in. She knew the more she moved, the more she was stuck fast in the passage... damn! She tried to assuage her rising panic by telling herself that eventually she'd deflate a bit and slide back down, but, with an impatient sigh, Cinnamon kept up her struggling until she heard a sound. It was faint, but above her she heard something akin to a metallic clinking - like heavy plates tapping against one another and a heavy rumble traveling through the ground from above. She sniffed but couldn't smell much, since her being stuck quite handily meant no airflow in. Despite this being her forest - and the embarrassment of asking anyone for help in it - she called out, "Hello? Hello! Is there anyone up there? I'm stuck, can you please help?" After a few beats, she heard the methodical thumping of footsteps above stop and then slowly grow louder as it moved towards her. The clanking grew louder as well - maybe the creature was carrying a large load with it? There were occasional carts full of goods that made their way through but they were rare. "Can you hear me?" Cinnamon called again, hearing the sounds almost atop her now. "If you can pull me out, that would be great! I'm just a little stuck, see?" Cinnamon kicked her legs uselessly to prove her point. Silence greeted her, but her ears perked up as she heard a loud thump and a lot of clattering metal. A couple more thumps accompanied the others in rather quick succession before Cinnamon felt something grab her leg, then the other. Thank goodness, she was sa- Before she could think about that, a sudden press on her rump greeted her. A strangled sound came out of the little jackalope as she felt a rather large tip press into her lubed up but very sore and well spent slit. It seemed they were holding her in place, not going to pull her out. Still, Cinnamon thought wryly, at least she'd taken a huge bird less than an hour ago. She was sure she'd just need to weather through an opportunistic humping and then be on her way. Maybe, she delighted, the thrusts would even push her deeper into the hole and let her slide right into her den! But with the first thrust, Cinnamon realized how wrong she was. The male above her was not gentle and hilted himself with the first thrust, causing Cinnamon to nearly black out from how overwhelming it felt. Their dick wasn't much longer than Marquis' was - barely hitting past that previous, hard pushed limit - but it was so much thicker! Cinnamon couldn't even cry out as deep, heavy thrusts rocked her body and made her vision swim. She tried to hold onto the sides of her burrow entrance for support but their thrusts were simply too intense for her small form to handle. They weren't hard or fast, but he was [i]big[/i]. Thankfully it was eased along by how wet and thoroughly fucked her pussy had been from her previous two partners, but it didn't make it any easier to cope with. She'd been stretched, prepared, and practically presented to them like a gift wrapped fucktoy, propped up at just right angle hanging out of her burrow entrance. And the well endowed male was taking quite the advantage of that. Each thrust she could feel cum squirting out of her, splattering her rump and legs with long trails of sticky goo from all the excess she's been stuffed with and had ultimately gotten her stuck in this situation. Her entire body trembled, feeling how full she was as every push mashed her lower half against her belly and scraped along the sides of her den. She shook, whimpering and gritting her teeth, trying to steady herself and grab onto something, though there was nothing solid for purchase. The large male above her was not only huge, but powerful, too, as the firm hands around her legs held her almost perfectly in place so she could take each deep buck from the male's hips. Feeling weak, overwhelmed, and very stuffed, Cinnamon whimpered and cried out, trapped and even more thoroughly fucked than before. The thrusts became longer and drawn out, each filling her entire torso with the thick shaft, relentlessly filling her fully until she began to pant and drool. As before, the intensity gave way to some kind of perverse, overwhelming pleasure - as if her body enjoyed being reduced to just a living fleshlight. And as uncomfortable and painful as the start had been, once her body adjusted, it was the most alluring thing to her about the whole session: her body just being a tool to be rutted and bred. She tugged on her ears, needing something to grip, panting and squirming as her plush body was filled over and over. It was just begging her to become a brooding bunny, full of seed from countless males and fertile enough to make many strong babies. She couldn't help it, and though her body ached with the need to grip down properly as she was taken in such an awkward and forced matter, she felt her insides clamp down tight again. It slowed down the creature above her a little despite her slick insides, but they were rewarded with the feeling of her reaching her climax. Though she could feel that the powerful male above her had been taking his time - clearly just relishing in having a cute little hole presented to him to hump - she could feel his pace quickening. Maybe her body becoming even tighter was too much for him? Cinnamon squeaked out, eyes snapping open as the male went faster. His cock slammed into her with purpose now, making her see stars again as she felt him begin to empty himself into her. She did not think she could get any fuller than she was now but he made an effort as large dollops of jizz came squirting out of her, bathing her body in cum. She could feel it pool around and atop her, matting her fur and even starting to streak down towards her torso, dripping as far as her face and ears from the sheer amount. He was fucking loaded, emptying his enormous load into her, flooding her with what she hoped was virile, potent seed that would give her babies even half as strong and large as she presumed he was. Cinnamon moaned, feeling light headed at the grinding pushes to empty out as much as he could, as deep as possible into her tight, sticky, and thoroughly abused pussy. The jackalope panted and gasped as she felt the creature yank her back, easily freeing her with his superior strength and the generous bit of lubricant now coating her and the walls to her burrow. He remained inside of her the whole time, Cinnamon grasping onto the stump now so she could steady herself and glance back at her impromptu savior. Their large, rectangular muzzle and gigantic ears were the first thing to catch her eye. Looking further, the creature was a beautiful shade of deep blue with a creamy, almost brownish, tan underbelly. She watched him close his eyes and heard him moan as he finished grinding his hips into her, holding her against him with a grunt as more of his seed splattered out of her in loud, wet splurts on the ground before he slowly pulled free. Feeling the sudden emptiness was only startling for a moment before she felt him fill that space with cum, still shooting his hot load into her even as he pulled out, until one final dribble slid across her back when the massive blueish shaft ended up resting on her back. Even just his cock was heavy! It was a large, tapered length with a uniquely textured shaft. Its base rested on her rump and the tapered tip tapped the nape of her neck. She had no idea how she had fit the whole thing in her or how he hadn't torn her in half! With purpose, the male lowered her to the ground, a massive hand supporting her for a moment and making sure she was steady before letting go. "Thought you could use some help with what you were trying to do," the male said dryly, hints of a smirk evident on his face. Cinnamon couldn't muster the bravado or will to puff herself up at him. "Well, thank you, I appreciate you getting me out of a tight spot." "Hmn, should be thanking me for getting myself into a tight spot for you, too," the large creature replied. His tail swished behind him and it more than doubled the male's total length. His large ears blocked out the sun, each as large as her body, like gigantic bat ears. Unamused, Cinnamon wiped off a leaf that'd stuck to her sides. "I'm sure it was a big sacrifice on your end." Her eyes wandered down to the large, blue-furred creature's legs and saw the source of the metal sound - armor! And a gigantic sword that seemed to be as tall or even taller than the beast end to end. Some kind of warrior perhaps? "Are you just passing through?" "Yup, and I better get going. I've got places to be, no more charity to hand out after helping you get out of there. Figured it was a worthy detour, though." Cinnamon huffed, putting her hands on her hips. "You're gonna put some babies into me and just run off without telling me your name?" She watched him wipe a few strands of cum off his shrinking member, making a strangled, angry yelp as he brushed his hands off on her ears. "How dare-" "Something to remember me by, better than a name..." He paused for a moment as Cinnamon slapped his hand. In reply, she got a humourless grin aimed at her that didn't quite reach the small fins on his cheeks. "You can call me Maximus, though. And maybe I'll make another detour her on the way back to see if you did give me those pups." With that, he began to fasten his armor back into place, methodically suiting up, and putting a helmet on that made him look much more like a bird creature than some sort of furred and finned beast. "If I let you back in," Cinnamon grumbled at him, supporting herself on the stump while Maximus finished cinching his armor into place. The beast loomed over her, a giant, dwarfing even Marquis from before by several feet. She herself was only to dick level with how massive the monster was. "You couldn't stop me if you tried." Cinnamon couldn't help but feel her stomach drop as the insanely large and war-built beast rose above her with the feeling of a mountain - both in size and in sheer force and power. "But if I wanted to impale you with something more serious than my dick, I would've. You're safe from me." Fully armored and by himself, Maximus started his heavy-footed clanking journey away from her. "M-my name is Cinnamon." the jackalope called out, though she wasn't sure if he grunted back or it was just the sound of his heavy armor clanking with his footsteps. There was no tail swish or ear twitch to indicate he had heard her at all, and within minutes he was out of sight. -- Cinnamon stretched contently, patting her still pudgy stomach. Though she'd delivered all her kits safely, caring for them all was still quite the trail. As she looked at her six children all snuggled up in her arms, she thought to herself that she wouldn't have it any other way. It had been many months since she'd struggled through the births herself, but the joy of seeing them had dulled it and made it inconsequential. She stroked each of their heads, carefully swaddling them one by one as they cooed for her. Of the six she'd sired, two seemed to have been from each father, two boys and four girls. First, she wrapped up her little fox pups - they were the feistiest, even at the tender few months they were. Both had nipped and nibbled at her more than the others. Sage and Saffron, her two cute little fox girls. One had inherited her brown fur that she was sure would change with the seasons. Next was Saffron, her chunkiest baby with a little extra pudge on her and pink as could be. She kissed each of them gently as she laid them in their cribs she'd managed to cobble together. Humming to herself, she picked up her little girl, certainly the chocobo Marquis' daughter with soft brown fur and feathers. Little Chicory, just a very sweet little babe who almost never cried. The polar opposite of her little brother, her last born, who had been bawling since she'd put him down to tuck in the others. He was a colicky little thing, covered in sparse yellow feathers and large wings. Still, he was quite loud and demanding, unlike all the others. She hoped he would grow out of that as he got older. "There there, little Fennel," gentle hugs and snuggled calmed him momentarily before she bundled and sat him down with the others. Her tired eyes regarded the four more... normal looking babies. Each of them had seemed to take a fair deal of the jackalope traits she had and a bit of each father. Cerwyn's had more canid features, but kept their horns and Marquis' had lost their horns in favor of developing much larger - and hopefully functional - wings. The problem lied with her last two - Maximus' brood. Both were just...odd. She wasn't sure what kind of animal he had been, and he'd left before she could assess him more or ask. Both of the babies from him, a large boy and little girl, were covered in an almost downy-like fur that seemed to repel water. Kind of like some sort of fluffier seal, she mused. Mace looked similar to his father with blue fur that swept into the white countershading. Lavender, her little girl, was aptly named for her hypnotic purple fur. Both had long tails and some kind of fins and whiskers on them that she hadn't really made out on Maximus. They had to be some sort of sea-faring creature... Mace had been the hardest to birth through, and had taken her almost a day to get him just by himself. He already was a handful at almost half of Cinnamon's size and growing faster than a spring chicken. She was very lucky he seemed to be a gentle and amicable baby so far. Lavender was very tiny in contrast, second in size only to her small bird hybrid brother. With a content sigh, Cinnamon finished wrapping each, picking little Fennel back up to cease his constant crying. She settled down next to them, tired but happy. Motherhood had come quite naturally to her and she couldn't wait to see how all her children grew up. Regardless of each of their fathers, she loved them all equally and looked forward to a long and happy life with her new, not-so-small family.