The gleam of the lamp cast the rabbit in a dull amber sheen, setting his fur ablaze as Ben’s arms wound around him. Sam clasped the grey biceps of his love, the pair toppling onto the bed to set the springs to shriek in protest as their lips would find each other. Blue and black, shimmering wetly in the low light, their mouths pressed, meeting once more to steal the hot breath from their lungs. Ben’s pink tongue squirmed between his fangs, anxious to leap free, to plunge into the yearning mouth of Sam. The rabbit’s mouth would open, lips parting with the sharp crack of saliva, allowing Ben to slide between his white teeth. The cat’s tongue caressed the palate of the rabbit, exploring the red gums, finding the string of white pearls which lay stretched upon that succulent bed of red silk. His tongue curled back, hooking behind the long incisors of the rabbit, rubbing so deliciously at the roof Sam’s mouth that the rabbit would shudder, ecstatic bolts of purest electricity racing up his arching spine as he thrust his gravid belly into Ben’s stomach. 

The fluttering of the rabbit’s unborn would lash out, pummeling at them both, yet only serving to spur the cat in his advance. So proud was the feline in his conquest. His haughty fingers laid claim to Sam’s back, claws digging furiously into the soft pelt, raking down his spine to make the rabbit’s nostrils flare wildly as Sam fought for breath. His own tongue would come to life, rebelling against the intrusion of the cat, winding around the rough, pink member to dive into Ben’s mouth. Wet and warm, he caressed the red gums, making the cat moan softly. Ben’s ears drooped, his eyes falling closed as he let his hands move of their own accord. His fingers crept down Sam’s back, finding the puffy tail, like a ball of cotton. Sam pushed up with his legs, lifting his rump from the bed, the cat seizing the opportunity and the fat, wobbling cheeks which hung like overripe fruits. 

Ben clasped those ripe globes, cupping the rabbit’s ass, his fingers scratching at the black fabric of Sam’s skirt. Gone were Sam’s panties, left discarded in the hall and Ben’s heart suddenly leapt as he dipped under that flimsy garment to claim the bare buttocks for his own. The fur was softer than down, sleek and smooth to the touch. The heat of Sam’s sex radiated from the deep cleft which separated those heaving mounds and Ben’s groping fingers felt the dampness which seeped from the rabbit’s blooming flower. He suddenly opened his eyes, his lips tearing from the swollen mouth, left to gape in wanton desire as he descended the delicate chin. Sam would offer no resistance, letting his head fall back with a moan of utter jubilation. His proffered throat he would willingly give, surrendering to the hot kisses of his love, allowing Ben to sup upon the soft flesh, the tender fur which smelled faintly of wild rose and natural scent of the rabbit. Ben’s white fangs would close on the rabbit’s neck, his lips suckling as his hands would squeeze the fat buttocks, letting their flesh bulge through his fingers like fresh dough.

“Oh, Ben,” moaned Sam. “Oh, yes.”

Driven wild by the groaning of his love, the cat would plummet, finding the hollow of Sam’s collarbone. Just as the rabbit had done before, so now, would the cat at last fill the holy cup of his love, his kisses flowing like a dark and heady wine to pour from that overflowing chalice, cascading down the rabbit’s chest. Ben’s fingers relaxed their grip on Sam’s swollen buttocks, sliding down the curve of his ripe cheeks to grasp his full thighs, encased in their mesh of fabric. His questing mouth would lead him still downward, dipping into the neckline of Sam’s top. The pink cotton glowed softly in the amber light, turning a faint orange. The rabbit’s chest glimmered, sparkling with the plastic jeweled sequins which spelled out, “Baby” in glittering script. 

“Really,” Ben chuckled. “Wasn’t that a bit much?”

“It’s all I had,” said Sam. “You like it? I was hoping it was sexy.”

It was enough to stir the heat in his belly, Ben could agree to that. He took the fragile garment in his teeth, pulling at Sam’s top, craning his neck to slide the flimsy cotton over the swelling breasts which jiggled within their confines of lace. Dragging the pink top to the rabbit’s chin, Ben nuzzled his face between the apricot mounds, relishing in the softness of Sam’s fur, the gentle scent of warm milk which rose from the rigid nipples which thrust themselves against the red lace. His tongue would slip between those breasts, leaving the fur wet and shiny. His lips coming to mount the left tit, tasting the sharp tang of the rabbit’s bra. Black lips spread across the shuddering globe, making Sam sigh in contented agony. His body was aflame, stirring beneath the cat as Ben would pluck his claws along the mesh of his stockings. Sam found his legs were rising, spreading themselves to wrap around Ben’s waist, drawing the cat closer. Ben plucked at the fishnets, rasping his fingers upon the wide weave, delighting in the round firmness of Sam’s calves which were crossed behind his back. How he had longed every night for this, imagining those legs around his waist, the sharp nails clawing at his back, leaving their red trails as he planted his manhood deep. 

His chest clenched, his breath hot and wet on Sam’s breast as he slid hands up the quivering thighs, grazing the wobbling rump to come to the swollen sides of Sam’s pregnant belly. The white dome of the rabbit’s gravid middle was like that of a vast pearl which shivered and bubbled as the life within Sam would kick out in protest. Ben’s fingers crept along the rising swell of that distended hump, spreading his claws through the short, albin hairs, relishing the rasping sounds of his hands swirling endlessly around such a perfect orb of maternal beauty. 

“Ben, that’s so wonderful,” whispered Sam. 

The rabbit laid back, his hands above his head. His eyes closed, his body giving itself to the cat. Ben’s fingers would not stop at the rabbit’s swollen belly. Though he may yearn to forever circle his lover’s stomach, feeling the life within him, growing, stirring, he would ascend that white slope, plunging down the snowy mountain to find the crimson mounds of Sam’s ripe breasts. His fingers slipped beneath the lace cups, his palms filled with jiggling flesh. Sam arched his back with a sudden gasp as hard fingers flicked his rigid nipples. The sharp claws circled his bumpy areolas, coming to press and nudge the hardened bud which rose up from the pink flesh. His belly trembled as Sam fought for air, his hands grasping at Ben’s wrists. But the cat would not relent in his advance, not now. He slipped his hands from the lace cups, sliding around behind Sam’s back. His fingers fumbled, finding the narrow straps, feeling for the clasp which would at last set free those milky treasures. 

“Want me to get it?” Sam asked. 

“No,” grumbled Ben. “I--There!”

The clasp of the rabbit’s bra came away with a faint snap, the lace sliding from those white breasts. Ben grasped the pink top, lifting over Sam’s head, tossing the hated garment over his shoulder. He snatched the crimson bra, vile prison of his love, and flung it over the side of the bed. Sam lay with his arms over his head, his breasts bare to Ben. His chest was a splash of purest white upon a bed of chocolate brown. His nipples were as two cherries, crowning those precious scoops of mouthwatering vanilla. Ben licked his lips, finding his throat going dry in spite of the saliva which was rapidly building up in his mouth. He craved Sam, like nothing he had ever desired before. The rabbit bit his lower lip, those brown eyes glimmering up at him, waiting for him to make a move. Ben’s fingers tingled, almost numb as he reached for the soft globe of Sam’s breast. Trembling claws would meet the soft mound of the milky slope, gingerly rising up to circle the pink areola. His skin was so soft, so smooth beneath his fingertips. Ben swallowed back the lump forming his throat, his mouth lowering, seeking to claim the precious nipple which thrust itself so proudly to stand erect and firm. 

Sam gave a wince, moaning as warm lips would close around his breast. Ben’s rough tongue flicked at his rigid bud, lapping the first bead of sweet milk which trickled forth. 

“Ben,” Sam sighed. “Mmm, you’re going to make my milk flow if you keep doing that.”

The cat’s cock throbbed between the folds of his unzipped jeans, rubbing itself against the covers as Ben began to buck his hips in greedy delight. The sweetness of Sam’s milk was on his tongue and he craved so much more. Like an addict, he licked at the blessed fount, nibbling which sharp fangs to pinch and twist. Pain and exquisite ecstasy bubbled in Sam’s brain bringing the rabbit to shriek his elation to the ceiling. The trickle grew into a rich and warm flow, filling Ben’s greedy mouth. The cat gulped, swallowing the fresh milk of his love, gorging himself on that lifegiving flood which would not cease to gush forth from the swollen breast. He gulped, his belly growing hard, bloating with a fullness that the cat would refuse to accept. Ben’s lips spurted warm milk, a trail of white trickling down his chin, pattering in fat droplets on the sleek fur of the rabbit, yet he did not wish to pluck his mouth from Sam’s breast. His stomach lurched, so overfilled that Ben came away coughing his lips stained white. Milk leaked from the pink tips of those wobbling mounds, seeping into the albin fur to make Sam’s chest damp. The rich flood poured down his sides, staining the covers as he reached for Ben, for his love, dragging him to the gravid swell of his pregnant belly. 

Ben’s stained lips, still dripping their albin nectar, met the damp, snowy fur of his love. His tongue slithered from between his lips, licking the succulent dew from the flowing breasts of that swollen goddess made gloriously real in his arms. The bed quaked below them, trembling in the quivering ecstasy which possessed the two lovers. Sam’s belly roiled, bubbling with the frantic life within him, pressing out against the oppressive weight of the feline who would press down upon that gravid dome. The cat suckled the rich milk which gathered between those slopes, plumbing the fertile valley before he began his perilous ascent. On his hands and knees, Ben backed up, his lips leading a trail up the curve of Sam’s belly. His yellow eyes, like glittering topaz, almost orange in the dull gleam of the lamp, watched his lover, never daring to avert his gaze as he would climb that blooming pearl. The pink of his tongue slid through the soft velvet of Sam’s belly, leaving behind a glimmering trail of his saliva, tinged with a slight white from his milky repaste. 

“Ben,” sighed the rabbit. He arched his back, his belly thrusting upwards to meet the questing lips. “Oh, please, yes.”

Ben seized the swollen orb in his feverish grip, clinging tightly lest he slip away, lost forever on that wine dark sea of carnal bliss with not even a life ring to preserve him. His lips mounted the trembling globe, finding there the miniature hump that was Sam’s navel. Such a blessed sight, holy in its wonder, leaving the cat awestruck before its majesty. Gently, with the tender care one affords to such a relic, Ben smoothed the white fur, his claws grazing the slope of Sam’s belly, sending ripples of glee to dance up the rabbit’s spine. Sam shook beneath him, his moans of tormented jubilation stirring Ben to circle the hump of his bellybutton. Slowly, he swirled through the white scruff, growing faster with each revolution, becoming more bold in his movements. The cat’s cock shivered in agony, weeping freely the bitter tears of his lust, urging Ben to take this creature now, seize him into his arms and plunge deep. But Ben would not, not yet, for the cat had so much more to partake. 

His nimble tongue came to that ripe bud, circling, licking at Sam’s navel. The rabbit fell back to the bed, setting the mattress to shake, the springs groaning their agony as his heavy weight crashed down. His belly protruded towards the ceiling, a quaking globe of snow white, encased by the rich brown of his body fur. His hands, brown, tipped with white, nails of glittering blue, reached for the grey head of his love, taking him by the cheeks to lead him down his lower belly. Ben fell from that mountain, cast down from heaven to dwell there among the pungent jungles of the rabbit’s pubic fur. Sam’s thighs parted wide, opening his lap to the hungry feline who would plunge into that fragrant tangle and inhale the bouquet of Sam’s natural scent. The thrill of musk was in his nostrils, splashing on his tongue to coat the inside of his mouth like a fine oil. Ben’s lips smacked, tasting the essence of his love, savoring the bounty of Sam’s scent. The spice of musk mingled with the odor of sweat, a bitter tang which played in his nose, stirring the cat into a frenzy of carnal want. His cock spurted its shimmering precum, hot tears splashing on the covers, leaving behind the sticky stain as he nuzzled deep into the fragrant jungles of Sam’s pubic fur. He breathed deep that elixir, letting it fill his lungs, spurring him to claim the pink rod which throbbed in its masculine beauty, daring to defy the white weave from which it seemingly erupted. 

Sam’s cock stood tall, proud of its manliness. Supple and rigid, its pink flesh swelled with the webbing of pulsating veins which pumped rhythmically just below the skin. Ben’s fingers met the quivering rod, feeling the heat which radiated from Sam’s cock. Slowly, he traced the pumping vein, following his claw down to the plump orbs which hung so fat and delicious between the rabbit’s thighs. The cat swallowed back his trepidations, cupping the churning balls, squeezing them in his hands like they were a pair of plump peaches, their juices ready to burst. 

“Have these gotten bigger?” he stammered. 

“How would you know?” came the question and Ben’s ears suddenly drooped. “Oh, I see.” Sam began to chuckle. “Oh Ben, I knew those accidental walk-ins when I was in the shower were more than just you failing to knock.”

Ben pictured the bathroom, the steam radiating from the hot water which poured from the faucet. The rabbit’s body in silhouette, so slender once, nimble and graceful. His legs possessed the lean hardness of a dancer. They still did in their shapely curves, he thought then. Sam pulled the curtain back, his fur clinging to his frame, revealing the slight roundness of his hips, the pink swell of his manhood as it drooped between his legs. Every time, he would fling and arm around his narrow chest, his hand flying to his groin as he screeched at the cat. And yet, Ben remembered fondly, that the lips were always curled, the sparkling brown eyes glowing with a certain mirth. 

The cat lowered his lips towards the weeping glans, shimmering with its opalescent flow. “And seem to recall that you enjoyed it,” his fingers curled gently around Sam’s penis, “my little intrusions.”

Slowly, he stroked, sliding up the shivering pole, his thumb pressing into the spongy head, rolling it in his hand as he squeezed. Sam’s body shuddered, coming alive as the rabbit clung to the covers, slender fingers digging into the plush white fabric. 

“O-Oh,” moaned Sam, his head tilting back to utter his elation into the headboard. “Mmm, Ben, you’re so good.”

The cat’s fingers slid down the rabbit’s shaft, closing at the base of his cock, squeezing as he ascended. His other hand cupped the churning orbs, reveling in the fresh seed which would soon burst forth with its virile promise. His ass was growing damp, the nectar of his desire seeping from his blooming flower, making his cheeks slick with the fragrant honey of his love. Ben gasped, his belly quaking. He bit his lip, his heart hammering. He cautiously stole a glance at the rabbit, seeing nothing beyond the shuddering mountain that was Sam’s pregnant belly. Did the rabbit suspect? The scent was heavy in the air, mingling with the aroma of Sam’s body. Perhaps, he would not notice. Ben licked his lips, bringing his mouth to the base of Sam’s shaft, where his balls met his cock, kissing the hot, quivering flesh to stir the rabbit into a paroxysm of screeching elation. Sam cried out, setting the walls to vibrate with his cries, his body becoming a living flame which threatened to scorch Ben to ashes. Bravely, would the cat dare the flames, his lips questing up the plump undershaft. The bitter tang of precum made the pink flesh sticky, coating his lips in a sheen which Ben would lick away as he reached the summit of that shivering pillar. 

The gaping urethra flowed with its molten lust, pumping shining precum as Sam wept in ecstasy. Ben’s hand came free of the ripe pearls, coming to play along the inner thigh of the rabbit. The fur was white, leading him to the pink manhood, and slightly damp with the pungent aroma of the slick juices which poured from Sam’s blossom. Ben’s hand slid up Sam’s thigh, the muscles quivering at his touch, stirring the ache in the rabbit’s gravid belly. Sam grasped his swollen middle, letting his fingers slide through the velvet scruff, his tongue cleaving to the roof of his mouth. His legs opened to the cat’s touch, his hips creaking painfully as he strained to stretch his lap to its limit. 

“Ben,” he whispered. “Ben, do not stop.”

The cat had no intention of stopping. His lips met the weeping tip, kissing the pink glans to send an electric thrill up Sam’s spine. The rabbit leapt from the bed, a shriek upon his blue lips, his buck teeth shining orange as he screamed his joy. Ben kissed again that tip, his lips parting, wrapping around Sam’s shivering cock. The cat closed around that bubbling fount, his tongue swirling around the pink flesh, lapping the dew from Sam’s skin. He plunged, sliding down the throbbing pillar, licking at the underside of the rabbit’s cock. His lips crashed down into the fragrant jungle, inhaling the intoxicating aroma, kissing the base of Sam’s shaft. Fingers finding the plump balls, Ben would rise, releasing his terrible hold, but only for an instant. His lips closed hard around Sam’s shaft, suckling the blessed tip, stirring the rabbit to groan. Sam’s feeble hand shot over his head, grasping at the headboard as if the thin pressboard would be enough to save him from being cast adrift on that turbulent sea. His eyes closed, tears glimmering down his cheeks as he sobbed for his lover. His belly heaved, rising and falling, a vast hump of creamy white, a great scoop of perfect vanilla, the crowning sundae floating on its bed of hot chocolate. 

Carefully, Ben cupped those orbs more precious than any jewels. Rolling them between finger and thumb, he sought to bring his lover into the boiling ecstasy which he so craved. His own manhood wept, iron rod spurting between his shaking thighs, demanding that it be paid its tribute like a glowering warlord. His saber twitched, rising to meet the challenge which seeped between his lover’s cheeks. Yet Ben would not, for he still yearned to suckle from the flowing waters that bubbled up from Sam’s cock. The salty, bitter taste of precum was on his tongue, making his temples pound. His head swam with the musky odor of Sam’s pubic fur, making him nearly swoon. To die between those thighs, thought the cat, would not be so awful a way to go. Sam’s legs rose on either side of his head, entrapping him between their velvet cushions. Sam closed his thighs on Ben’s head, the cat unable to pull away. Instead, Ben would plummet, crashing into the pubic bone, pulling back, his tongue sliding along the shivering cock to make Sam howl. 

Grey hands grasped at brown thighs, clinging to the supple, full legs of Sam. Ben slid back, his lips closed tight around that weeping member, his tongue flicking the tip as he plucked his mouth from the slick, shiny pillar of throbbing manhood. Sam’s belly shook with his rasping breath, the rabbit gulping at the still air of the bedroom, his eyes now opened wide, watching Ben in eager anticipation. His every nerve was set ablaze, his body trembling. White toes curled, gripping the covers as his legs shook. Should the cat so much as breathe on him, he feared that he would explode right then. His flower was a gaping bloom between cheeks made fat with their maternal padding. The warm, slick juices of his expectation made damp the covers below his bloated rump, the wetness bringing with it the overwhelming scent of his desires. Such an aroma was not lost on the cat and Ben rose from between the rabbit’s knees, his hands reaching for Sam’s hips. 

Gently, he took hold of his lover, turning Sam’s hip so that the rabbit would lay on his side. Sam’s pregnant belly swelled across the bed, a vast white orb which ballooned from his torso, wobbling with its maternal beauty. His hips, so wide with their maternity, rose above him, a second mountain to rival the rabbit’s gravid belly. His ass was a doughy expanse, a soft, heart-shaped mound of gorgeously dimpled flesh. Such a sight would stir the quaking heart of Ben, the cat compelled to seize the jiggling spheres of Sam’s rump in his hands, letting soft flesh spill between his hard fingers like warm, fresh dough. The rabbit let out a soft moan as his lover would begin to shape and to sculpt the clay which would bring forth their mutual ecstasy. Ben gripped the rabbit’s ass hard, spreading the ripe cheeks, letting the hot stench of musk and sweat assail his eager nostrils. A dark and alien world would greet him, deep between those cloven cheeks, the yawn void which called to Ben, drawing his muzzle down into the shuddering ravine between those heaving peaks. 

Sam struggled to his hands and knees, his head lowering down to plunge his face into the coolness of the pillow, seeking succor which he knew would never be enough to stifle his sobs as he lifted his fat rump into the air. His cheeks parted, revealing the faintest glimpse of the slackened ring, wet with its pungent honey. Ben parted the wobbling globes, laying open the rabbit’s ass to expose the puffy anus. The cat’s heart nearly stopped, seeing the weeping eye which stared back at him, seeing into the depths of his very soul. The blossom of the rabbit hung slightly opened, leaking the shimmering juices which held Ben in its thrall. The swollen ring was like that of a doughnut, so fat and ready was that puffy circle of yielding flesh. Ben’s lips, sticky and white, met that ring with a kiss, stealing the very breath from the lungs of Sam. Such was his jubilation that the rabbit had not even the air to utter the faintest echo of a scream. His fingers dug into the covers, hot tears pouring down his cheeks as his mouth stretched wide, his jaw cracking, and yet not a sound would be heard. Such was the utter elation which held Sam in its velvet grip. 

The cat’s pink tongue slid free from those very lips to caress the swollen ring, circling with a languid ease, savoring the bitter tang of the rabbit’s hot skin, the stale sweat which made damp his flesh. The warm nectar which flowed so freely from that opening flower glistened like shimmering honey, begging for Ben to claim the sweet bounty. His tongue plunged, lapping at the quivering anus, licking the syrup from Sam’s weeping bloom. Such was the rough tongue that slid across his trembling flesh that Sam wished to scream his love to the heavens, yet the rabbit’s strained voice was not but the harshest of whispers, heard over the thrum of his own pounding heart. Grey fingers clasping the wobbling rump of the rabbit, Ben heard none of this, for his mind was enraptured by the feast which was laid before him. Never in his life could he have imagined such beauty as that slowly opening ring which beckoned for him. His lips met the quivering flesh, wrapping around the puffy anus, his tongue stabbing at the opening. Sam bucked in his hands, the rabbit burying his hot face into the pillow, seeking the coolness of the pillow as he continued to sob his jubilation. 

“Ben,” Sam panted. “Ben, please…”

Were his cries the meek pleading for the cat to cease his tortures or were they a call to stir Ben to plunge deep? The cat knew what he wanted, his tongue sliding through that trembling button, curling to stroke the smooth walls of Sam’s rectum. The sweet honey of the rabbit’s desire clung to that warm, alien tunnel, making the path slippery and wet. Ben plummeted, being guided by Sam, brought to the core of that wet and exciting world. His fingers dug deep, claws piercing the jiggling flesh, his tongue extending to its utmost to find at last the trembling prostate. The swollen gland shivered at his touch, pulsing as he slid his tongue up the bloated side to stir the throbbing manhood which would soon burst between Sam’s shaking thighs. Stars exploded in the eyes of the rabbit, his head tilting back to let out a wail which shook the very walls of their apartment. 

“A-Ah, Ben,” Sam shrieked. 

Ben’s tongue  pulled back, swirling, curling to lap the shuddering muscles of his love. The suckling wetness of saliva, the crackle of the rabbit’s juices as the cat’s lips popped were as a symphony, a chorus to the groaning cries of Sam as he sang his screeching song to the frosty stars above, laid upon the black bed of night. The rabbit grabbed the pillow, wrapping his slender arms around it, clutching it to his chest as he continued to scream his love. Ben’s tongue slid once more into the hot core of the rabbit, finding the trembling gland. His own flower was beginning to bloom, dampening the seat of his underwear, yet the cat would ignore the squirming in his belly, the need to make this delicate orb erupt with its virile essence. His hand slid from the wobbling cheek, finding the plump perineum to claim the throbbing cock which spurted its shimmering precum. With a smack of his shining lips, Ben pulled back, leaving Sam’s anus slack and ready. His fingers stroked the rabbit’s cock, stirring Sam into a frenzy of shrieking elation. 

“A-Ah, my love,” the rabbit cried. “I can’t take it anymore. Please, don’t torture me like this.”

Ben pushed himself up to his knees, beaming i his triumph like that of a proud conqueror. Yes, the rabbit was correct, he thought. It was time to take him. No more lonely nights wishing that he had done something. No, tonight he was going to finally show Sam how much he needed him. Ben tore his tee shirt from his slender frame, tossing it to the floor to lie among the discarded clothing of the rabbit. His chest was a scruffy iron color, adorned by a tuft of white, like that of a star. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you had that little white bit,” remarked Sam. He rolled over onto his side, his hip rising above his belly. “It’s so pretty.”

“I was hoping you’d say it was manly,” replied Ben. 

“I like pretty better,” the rabbit said with a grin. 

Sam rolled completely onto his back, letting his pillow tumble from his hands. He reached out to the cat, his fingers wiggling in the air. Ben grasped Sam’s wrists, pulling the rabbit up into a sitting position with a grunt. Sam’s hands fell to his unzipped jeans, grabbing the denim. He began to pull, sliding the garment down Ben’s narrow hips. The cat’s cock throbbing, veins bulging as his balls came free, fat with their churning seed. Ben kicked his legs from his jeans, tugging down his underwear. He did not fail to notice the dark stains which coated the front and back of his briefs and he prayed that Sam did not either. Slipping the last of his clothing to the floor, the cat then took the rabbit into his arms. The pair tumbled into the bed, bare bodies cleaving together, tongues finding mouths, slipping free to circle an ebon nipple, white teeth nibbling the long, floppy ear which dangled so seductively over a brown eye. Sam’s pregnant belly rubbed against Ben’s stomach, the soft fur like down as his flesh boiled, roiling with the protests of his unborn. 

Ben’s cock wept, glistening precum flowing from his gaping urethra. He could no longer hold back his desires, he had to claim Sam now. With a sudden fury, he took hold of the gravid body of the rabbit, rolling them both so that Sam now lay upon his belly. His knee slipping between the plump thighs, Ben would part the rabbit’s legs, opening him to his black rod. Sam’s heart fluttered to see such a perfect display of manhood pulsing between his legs, drooling its hot venom like some serpent. He was helpless, his strength all but fleeing before such an awesome sight. Above him, the yellow eyes of his love glittered, set within the bed of iron grey. Hard, cruel hands would seize him, turning his wide hips to lay the heart-shaped white fur of his fat rump visible. Sam spread his legs wider, his cheeks parting as he lifted his ass up from the bed, presenting himself to his love. The weeping ring was just visible with the depths of that pungent abyss and Ben would slide his claws between the cheeks, parting that damp ravine to open the puffy anus. 

The cat bucked his hips, his tip nudging the slick ring, making Sam whimper. His spongy glans pushed against the wet anus, pressing into the slippery mouth of that wet, alien world. He tilted his hips, pushing farther, his tongue flying to the roof of his mouth. There was no going back, he thought. Not anymore. Ben placed his hands upon Sam’s hips and pushed. The first pains of his expanding flesh made the rabbit wail into the headboard. Sam grasped the flimsy wood, tears streaming from his eyes as his belly swelled with the fresh expansion of Ben’s throbbing rod. The cat bucked, thrusting deep, his tip crashing into Sam’s prostate. The world exploded in the rabbit’s eyes in a flash of gleaming white. His lungs ached as he screamed, his fingers clinging so hard to the headboard that the fragile pressboard began to crack. Ben circled, pulled back, sliding up the wet tunnel that was Sam’s shuddering rectum. The rabbit clenched around his cock, not allowing the cat to retreat. The smooth muscles stroked the veined flesh, stirring Ben to groan his ecstasy as he lifted his hips, raising Sam’s ass up, only to drop the rabbit back down to the bed. The springs screeched in agony, the bed shaking upon frame as he pushed deep once more. 

Once more, he plunged forth into that wet and alien world, so familiar to him and so new. He swam the seas of hot elation, his manhood pumping the shimmering precum to paint the gates of Sam’s bloated womb. The raw heat was intoxicating, Ben’s ebon lance shivering as it collided with that weakening bastion. With each thrust and each retreat, so was Sam’s fortress crumbling. Ben’s pace quickened, slamming harder, sliding faster, never to stop, never to slow as he sought to bring his lover to the heights of dizzying elation. Sam’s head swam, his mind ablaze. His fingers, prickling with numbness, would fall away from the headboard, the rabbit mewling as he found himself lost on that dark sea of bliss. He fell down into the swirling abyss, drowning in the hot ecstasy which filled his swollen belly. Sam collapsed upon the bed, unable to continue. Ben’s arms crept up his sides, wrapping around his bloated middle. The cat fell atop the rabbit’s back, hugging Sam tight, lifting his gravid form from the bed to fall back into Ben’s lap. 

“Ben,” Sam whispered. “I… I never knew that you had such passion.”

His brown eyes opened, gazing into the yellow orbs of his love, seeing there the desires which blazed within the cat like hot embers. 

“I never had you, until now,” replied Ben. 

His lips met the blue mouth of Sam, the rabbit’s lipstick hopelessly smeared across his muzzle, rendering him with a frightful appearance. The cat’s tongue emerged from between his jaws, tangling itself around Sam’s squirming member. The rabbit met that kiss with the gentle smack of saliva, his chest rising with a shuddering sigh. Ben’s fingers came to the swell of a breast, cupping that offered teat, his finger circling the pink nipple. The white trickle of fresh milk seeped between his claws as he held that soft mound in his hand. His lips came free of Sam’s sobbing mouth, finding the slim throat, the elegant shoulder. His other hand dipped beneath the rabbit’s thigh, filling his palm with the yielding flesh that stirred the cat’s belly. His hand slid up Sam’s leg, coming to hook under his knee. Slowly, he lifted that leg, his hips beginning once more to circle, to rise, pushing deep. 

Their dance began anew, that endless waltz of primal life, the first song which was sung when two souls emerged onto that primitive world, rising from the cold depths of the ageless sea to embrace one another. Ben’s claws leapt from Sam’s breast, coming to gingerly caress the supple throat. Sam’s head fell back upon the cat’s shoulder, his neck given to the hot kisses which peppered his throat as Ben thrust, impaling the rabbit upon his black spear. The blue mouth would open, a moan escaping from the depths of Sam’s chest as the cat thrust again, pressing deeper, crashing the gates of Sam’s womb. The rabbit’s hands fell to his belly, feeling the stirrings of new life within him. How he wished that Ben could give him another. Perhaps, when this was over, he could?

“Ben,” Sam moaned. “Ben, please, I need this.”

Gently, Ben would let the rabbit fall forward onto the bed. His grey body draped across the arched back, his hips never stopping as he thrust, circling, pulling back. Faster, he pumped, harder. Sweat made his fur damp, dripping from his black button of a nose to rain in shimmering droplets between Sam’s shoulder blades. Their love rocked the bed, the frame shrieking, threatening to shatter beneath them as they tumbled across the mattress. The headboard shook, preparing to fall from the squealing frame as Ben pushed deep, his tip battered the last defenses of his love. His balls screamed their fury, demanding that the cat release. The first white ropy string of his seed leapt from his spongy tip, splattering within Sam. 

“My love,” wept Sam. “I feel you. You’re so hot, so thick. I want you. I want your sperm inside me. Give me your essence, Ben. Give it to me.”

Ben’s belly clenched, his breath a rattle in his lungs as he slammed hard, not pulling back. His hips circled, pressing deep, rubbing against the rabbit’s prostate. He could no longer hold back. His fingers dug into Sam’s belly, setting the life within the rabbit to lash out as he at last would let forth his hot seed. Thick, white streams pumped their bubbling essence. His semen rushing in a great flood to be lapped up by Sam’s hungry womb. The rabbit groaned, his belly swelling, growing ripe with expansion. His stomach distended with every pump, every ropy strand making him bloat, growing to full term, his skin stretching taut. 

“My love, don’t stop,” Sam wailed. 

The rabbit appeared to be pregnant to full term, his overfilled womb ready to burst with the virile richness which flowed from Ben’s cock. The cat turned the wide hips of his love, sliding Sam’s leg over his shoulder. The rabbit’s fattened belly spilled like a great pearl across the bed as he continued to press deep. White strings of loose seed spurted from Sam’s bruised flower, clinging to the black shaft which slid out, only to come thrusting back, burying itself into that gaping anus with a wet squelch. His balls quivered, not yet empty of their precious load. 

“Sam,” he groaned. “Sam, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Ben’s hand came to the rabbit’s belly. “I wanted this.”

The brown and white fingers wove themselves through the cat’s claws. “I know you have,” Sam said. “Mmm, and so have I.”

“Why did we wait so long?” asked Ben through gritted fangs.

“Why indeed,” said Sam. “Oh, but you must have been waiting a really long time, love. You’ve certainly stored up so much. I don’t think I can hold much more.”

Ben slid his softening member from the battered bloom of his love, falling to the bed to lie with Sam in his arms. White seed trickled from between the rabbit’s cheeks, oozing into the fur of his inner thigh, matting the white hairs. Ben’s hand glided down the rabbit’s back, cupping a fat cheek. His claws dipped into the sticky crevasse of Sam’s rump, relishing in the warm wetness of his own love. 

“Do you like it?” he heard the rabbit ask. 

Ben’s ears swiveled. “I do,” he replied. “Sam, I love it.”

The rabbit sighed, a smile on his weary lips. His hand came to rest on the white star of Ben’s chest, then gracefully, he slid his fingers down to stir in the scruff of the cat’s lower belly. 

“I’m so glad,” Sam said. “For, my love, it’s now your turn.”