A thin carpet of brown rustled beneath his feet as Ged shuffled back and forth on the balls of his feet. The hall was painted a dull white, reflecting the glow of the lights which hung, ensconced in brass shades, from the ceiling, making his shadow stand out sharply against the wall. Standing before him was a door of polished oak, identical to all the other doors which stood on either side of the corridor like rows of silent sentries. This door was different, the rabbit thought, turning to the enchanting creature draped over his crooked elbow. Claire, still wearing Ged’s coat, smiled up at the rabbit.

“Ready to go in?” The opossum’s chiming voice snapped from his reverie. 

With a start the rabbit turned to the opossum. “Um, yeah,” he replied. “Sure.”

The lock turned with a soft click, the door swinging wide. Ged’s mind raced, imagining just what lay in store for him. The floorboards creaked beneath Claire’s gravid weight as the opossum entered, ushering the rabbit into the apartment. A wide, spacious room opened to him. A thick carpet of blue and gold was rolled out across the floor, offering a cheery warmth that matched well with the gentle yellow of the wallpaper. Ged paused, a wry grin plastered on his face. 

“I didn’t expect flowers,” he remarked. 

Hundreds of them, tiny daffodils all over the wall. Floral prints were certainly the rage, but never would he have suspected Claire to go for such, what was it, feminine decoration?

“And what’s so unusual about flowers?” The opossum ground one fist into his wide, round hip. “I happen to like flowers.”

Ged’s shoulders shook. “It’s just, I don’t know, dainty is all,” he laughed. 

Claire gave a start, his green eyes going wide for an instant. “Are you saying that I’m not dainty and refined?”

“You certainly do have a way with you,” Ged said. 

The opossum’s mouth curled at the edges into a small smile. “Such a charmer.” 

Aside from the rug, a sofa squatted to one side, near a large window where a thin sliver of moonlight streamed from between green curtains. Hung from a brass bar, they drooped down until they almost touched the floor. A small end table sat beside an overstuffed armchair, a lamp positioned to provide the one seated there with adequate light. Ged noticed a dog-eared book lying in the chair. His curiosity piqued, the rabbit began to wander towards the chair, when Claire called to him. 

“If you thought the living room was impressive, wait until you see the bedroom.” He stood framed in the doorway which led into a narrow hall. His hand on the jamb, he gave his head a quick flick, tossing his auburn locks back to tumble down his shoulders. “It’s just down the hall.” 

Nimble fingers plucked at his shirt. Ged followed the opossum, his eyes riveted to the sway of the marsupial’s fat, round buttocks. Two half-moons of pure white had emerged from beneath the web of utter night which cloaked the opossum’s ample posterior. Ged’s throat felt tight, his chest ready to burst. His manhood strained mightily against his trousers. His hands wandered, groping ever closer, desiring to lay claim to ripe, jiggling flesh when Claire suddenly stopped. Letting go of Ged, he shook the rabbit’s coat from his shoulders. 

“Ah,” he sighed, sliding his heels from his pink feet. “It’s so good to get these off.” He twirled in place, his pregnant belly now thrusting into Ged’s stomach. “Don’t you agree?”

Ged stood stupefied. The warm orb of the opossum’s bloated middle rubbed sensually into his belly, enticing him, making his blood boil. His gaze turned to the room, a somewhat smaller chamber than the living room, but no less charming. The same wooden floor, the same yellow wallpaper, but now, a massive four-poster lorded above the rest of the furniture, a king among the chairs and the single dresser, overstuffed with Claire’s clothing. A single window was left open to the night air, the breeze ruffling the curtains to allow the silvery moonlight to cascade over the impressive bed. A shiny mirror, guilt in gold, hung above the dresser, reflecting the back of the opossum. His hairless tail curled above his round ass. The backs of his grey thighs, creamy white inside his legs, stood in full shapely relief against the dark of the floor. At the edge of the dresser was a small radio. The simple contraption of wood and brass reminded Ged of the steeple of a church. 

Following the rabbit’s gaze, Claire said, “Shall I turn it on?”

“Oh, yes, please do,” replied the rabbit. 

His nimble fingers turning the knob, Claire soon had the radio blaring. The slow, soft melody of a saxophone piped from the speaker. A somber tune that brought the room to a quiet sort of intimacy. Claire licked his full, ruby lips, his gaze now locked on Ged. 

“I had a good time tonight,” he said. His hands, slender, delicate fingers, each adorned with a long, sharp nail painted vibrant scarlet, curled over Ged’s broad shoulders to wrap around his corded neck. His green eyes were intoxicating pools of verdant light, drinking in the rabbit’s very soul. “Did you enjoy it too?”

Ged’s mouth was stuffed with cotton. He tried to reply, but managed little more than a strangled mumble. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” chuckled Claire. He slid down Ged’s chest, fingertips tickling against the rabbit’s shirt. His belly, swollen and taut, pressed to the rabbit’s firm stomach. A sensation of delight rippled down the opossum’s back as he pursed his lips. “Um, could you help me with my zipper?” He pushed himself away from the awestruck rabbit, turning around so that his back was facing Ged. “My zipper,” he reached back to slip his hair away from his neck, “I just can never seem to reach it.”

Ged swallowed back the lump in his throat, his hands trembling as he reached for the tiny metal tab. “S-Sure.”

His fingers met the grey fur of Claire’s shoulder, sliding down his slender arm. Slowly, carefully, his heart thundering, he brought his hand around to cup the swollen belly. His fingertips tingled with the smooth, cool rasp of black satin as he swirled around Claire’s taut middle, while his other hand would take the opossum’s arm, clinging to him as he lowered his muzzle. His lips wrapped around a bare shoulder, his tongue coming to life as he inhaled the rich scent of Claire’s perfume and the pungent musk of his body. From that fur there wafted another scent, the gentle aroma of fresh milk. Ged’s head swam, his lips traversed the expanse of Claire’s shoulder, slithering up his offered throat. The opossum moaned faintly, giving no resistance as Ged wandered down the ripe swell of his underbelly. His fingers discovered another bulge beneath that maternal girth. Contained by a thin covering of black lace, the opossum’s cock was rigid. Ged’s fingertips caressed the throbbing pole, a sharp intake of breath escaping from Claire’s lips. 

“Ungh,” Claire sighed. 

Ged’s lips came up to claim his ruby mouth. That once nimble, pink tongue was struck immobile as Ged’s tongue slid between his slackened jaws. The rabbit’s nostrils flared, panting wildly as his lust overtook him. He explored the red, wet of Claire’s inviting mouth, sliding along the opossum’s palate. Claire’s fingers dug into his strong, hard arms, guiding his hands as the rabbit twined his tongue in an endless swirl that brought a groan up from the opossum’s chest. Down, he led the rabbit’s hand, sliding around his belly, nudging the bump of his distended navel. Ged’s other hand slid from Claire’s pulsing groin, the fur of his white, inner thigh tickling the webbing between his fingers. Claire’s swollen belly clenched with the heat of desire building up within him. The opossum’s gravid body shuddered, ready to burst. His cock throbbed, already a wet stain was spreading down the front of his lace panties, sticky, shimmering precum matting into the fur of his thigh. 

“My zipper, loverboy,” he gasped, plucking his mouth from Ged’s lips. 

“Your what?” the rabbit moaned. 

“My zipper, please,” said Claire. 

Ged scrabbled for the tab, the rabbit shaking his head, cursing himself that his fingers would not stop trembling. What was he, some little kit, afraid of his first time? But then, it was his first time with someone like Claire. He was more than just another male, a pregnant one, no less. Claire made his heart soar in a way that Julia never could. Julia, the name struck him. He could still see her, the doe with her black and white fur, that cold expression on her joyless face. What had he seen in her? It mattered little now, he thought. 

The metal teeth separated with a soft click as he pulled down Claire’s zipper, laying bare the curve of his grey back. Ged’s hands traced the shallow cleft of Claire’s spine, fingertips gliding up between his shoulders to slither beneath the opossum’s armpits, dipping beneath the satin folds of his dress. The firm buds of Claire’s erect nipples enthralled him. Ged slipped the opossum’s dress from his narrow chest to reveal the soft swell of Claire’s milky bosom. His tender breasts, though smaller than a pair of sliced plums, were no less as thrilling as the fattest tits Ged had seen. His nipples stood up from a pair of pink areola, encircled by a field of snowy white. He cupped those delicate mounds, making the opossum shiver in his grasp. His fingertips circled the bumpy flesh, flicking the firm buds until Claire could not help but squeal. 

“Oh, Ged,” he sighed. “More.”

Ged pinched and twisted, pain and pleasure forming an intoxicating brew that foamed inside his brain. The opossum let out a cry, his hands flying to the firm cheeks of the rabbit’s buttocks. His back pressed against Ged’s chest, he laid his head on the rabbit’s shoulder, giving himself completely. Ged felt the opossum’s body surrender, begging for his sweet, cruel touch. His hand wandered down, pulling the dress ever lower. The ripe, full roundness of Claire’s belly emerged from the shimmering material. The breath caught in Ged’s throat as if he beheld some long forgotten treasure. A massive globe of alabaster maternal glory revealed itself to him as he tugged the opossum’s dress below his hips. He claimed the bare, gravid flesh, swirling around Claire’s navel, daring to plunge lower, dipping between soft, wobbling thighs to seek the dark and the warmth which lay within the lace panties. 

Claire’s thighs parted, allowing the rabbit’s fingers to slide beneath the waistband of his underwear. Bristling pubic fur tickled his fingers as Ged found the throbbing rod of veined flesh which pulsed within his grasp. Slowly, he slid up that rigid pole, his thumb pressing into the spongy tip. Down, he plunged, up once more, growing faster with each pump. Claire’s breath quickly came in ragged puffs, making his belly wobble. His legs giving out beneath him, he collapsed into the rabbit’s arms. 

“A-Ah,” he stammered. “O-Oh… Ungh…”

Ged slipped from his throbbing cock, his hand traversing the plateau of a round, soft hip to clutch the opossum’s buttcheek. Hard, strong fingers found themselves seeking refuge between those fleshy peaks, sliding deep into Claire’s wanting ass. 

“Please,” he found himself whimpering, sobbing. “Please, Ged.” His button shuddered, slack and wet, the petals blooming in a puckered doughnut that cried out for Ged’s touch.

Ged’s fingers found his ring, parting his gaping anus. With his middle finger, the rabbit sought the opossum’s core. Ecstasy threatening to sweep him away on a tide of giddy bliss, Claire could do nothing but cry out in agonizing jubilee as the rabbit caressed his trembling prostate. 

“O-Oh…” the opossum cried. “Oh, oh yes.”

His heavy belly ached with such desire. His claws dug deep into the rabbit’s buttocks, gripping his thighs as he struggled to remain upright. Meanwhile, Ged’s cock was pressing harder against his trousers. Sweat poured down his back, dark stains spreading under his arms, down the neckline of his shirt, soaking his collar.  His belly hungered with a desire he had never known before and the rabbit knew, just knew, that there was but one way only in which he could sate that primal need. 

So when Claire at last gasped, “Love, let us to the bed,” Ged was already there.

Accompanied by the ripe swell of Claire’s belly, pink fingertips spread across his chest, urging him backwards. Ged tumbled, landing with a heavy flop onto the shrieking mattress. He scarcely had time to breathe when Claire’s sinewy arms were around his neck. Those ruby lips met his mouth, claiming him utterly. Nimble fingers tickled at the back of his neck, while the rabbit’s greedy paws would strike out to find wide, round hips. His fingers slid beneath the black waistband of Claire’s lace panties, seeking the warm, jiggling globes of the opossum’s fat ass. Claire gave a start, his breath puffing through his nostrils as Ged squeezed. His fingers kneaded those warm loaves, questing ever inward, seeking out the ready bloom which opened for him. His lips tore themselves from that crimson blossom, leaving the opossum’s mouth swollen with his love. He traversed the delicate curve of Claire's chin, to suckle the white throat which beckoned to him. 

“Ah, Ged,” Claire sighed, his fingers hopelessly tangled in the rabbit’s hair.

The rabbit’s breath blew hot and wet against the tender flesh. His lust was boundless, driving the rabbit into a maddened frenzy as he supped upon the opossum’s supple throat. His hands slid up Claire’s buttocks, tracing the wide hips with their tantalizing, almost hypnotic sway. Muscles jumped beneath his questing fingertips as he traveled the bony ribs, fingers seeking those ripe cherries which bloomed from the creamy white fur of Claire’s chest. 

Ged buried his face into the snowy expanse. The warm milk scent mingled with the aroma of the opossum’s natural musk, making the rabbit’s head swim as he wrapped his lips around a pink nipple. Claire’s mouth fell slack, opening a silent scream of such utter ecstasy as Ged suckled. His tongue lashed out, whipping, flicking at the ripe bud until the first bead of fresh milk began to emerge. The rabbit licked it away, swallowing greedily as he bit into tender flesh. Sweat prickled along Claire’s back as pain and pleasure vied within him. A thin cry escaping his lips, he arched his back to offer up his round, swollen belly. 

Ged licked his lips, still tasting the opossum’s sweet essence on his tongue. At last he would pounce on that white orb. A perfect pearl which glowed in the dim light of the bedroom, luminous in the silvery moonlight. A treasure that was almost ethereal, his hands took hold of that ripe globe, bringing the hump of his navel to his face. Ged’s tongue circled, his lips placing themselves to the delicate maternal flesh. A breathless sigh flowed from Claire’s lips as the rabbit’s mouth slipped down his underbelly, his breath hot against the opossum’s bare skin. His fingers slid down the swell of Claire’s buttock, tugging away the last, lacy barrier between himself and the opossum. Claire wriggled free of his panties, giving them a swift kick to lay crumpled in a heap beside his discarded dress. 

Ged rose, still clasping Claire’s hips. A smile curled those ruby lips as they came to meet his mouth. Claire’s tongue slithered from between his teeth, slipping into Ged’s mouth to twine around his tongue. Ged sucked greedily, slurping the opossum’s tongue, his hands never stopping. The opossum tore himself from the rabbit’s hungry maw, his lips traversing the bony ridge of Ged’s chin. He fell to explore the curve of the tawny throat, the way the cords tightened beneath his lips driving the opossum wild. His mouth continued to descend, to find the hollow of Ged’s collarbone. The rabbit offered up a moan, his head tilting back while Claire’s hands played at his collar. Down he traveled, slowly undoing each button, one at a time. The folds of the rabbit’s shirt splayed before him, greeting him with the sight of rich, golden fur stretched atop hard flesh. Now it was Claire who gulped. The opossum’s hands trembled, as if afraid to reach out and touch such a masterpiece of manly art. His hands ran down the hard pectorals, tracing the webbing of veins which descended into the rippling expanse of his belly, delighting in the way his muscles squirmed beneath his fingertips as he carefully tread the bristling patch of dark brown which traveled from Ged’s navel to disappear below his waistband. 

Oh my,” said Claire. “It’s like a little treasure map.” His eyes glittered. “Shall I seek out the prize?”

Clever hands worked at Ged’s belt, freeing the brass buckle with a sharp click. The dull hiss of leather filled the room as Claire yanked his belt from the loops of his trousers, tossing it aside as if it were a serpent. The rabbit fell back upon the bed, his chest rising and falling as his pants slipped to his ankles. With a swift tug, the opossum yanked them free, soon to be joined by Ged’s underwear. His cock sprang free, a throbbing pillar of dark purple, veins creeping up the hard shaft like ivy. Claire took up the throbbing rod, his fingers closing slowly around the hard, veined flesh, stroking gently. Ged groaned, a bead of fresh dew already emerging from that blessed tip. 

The opossum’s lips smacked, hungry to lick away that fragrant drop. His tongue emerged from between crimson lips like a fat, pink worm, sliding up the plump underside of Ged’s shaft, slithering around the velvety tip as the opossum continued to stroke. Bringing the rabbit’s manhood to his lips, he grazed the tender flesh with ruby petals, hot, fragrant breath billowing forth in a sigh that made the hairs on the back of Ged’s neck prick up. Gooseflesh tingled his hot skin, his belly clenching as a trembling whimper escaped his lips. A thin shimmering trickle ran down the rabbit’s tip, dripping between Claire’s teeth to play across his tongue. He rubbed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, savoring the taste of the rabbit’s precum like a fine wine, letting it inflame his senses, spurring that hot fire within his swollen belly. 

His lips encircled the rabbit’s cock, his nose plunging down, down into the pungent nest of dark brown pubic fur. His lips closed, pulling back, now growing slack, plunging once more. Again and again, he slid down Ged’s shaft, the rabbit gripping the blankets, fingers digging into the fabric as he struggled to not let go. Claire’s mouth was like a bed of red silk, smooth as he slid past the gums, the white teeth, plunging dizzyingly down the gaping throat, only to come back again. 

That mischievous tongue never stopped as it swirled and slid along the underside of his cock. The tang of Ged’s flesh, the bitterness of his sweat and the spice of his raw musk was overwhelming. The rabbit’s balls, fattened with fresh seed, churned, begging for a release which would not come. Instead, Claire’s fingers found those plump eggs, groping and squeezing, caressing those firm orbs, filled with such tempting promise. His lips traced the underside of Ged’s cock, planting themselves to a testicle. His rosy mouth spread wide, devouring Ged’s scrotum, his tongue lapping the sensitive muscular expanse of his perineum with wet, sharp pops.

“A-Ah,” Ged groaned. “Shit, Claire. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Cresting the crinkled mount of the rabbit’s scrotum, the opossum plucked his lips from Ged’s cock, leaving his twitching shaft slick and shiny. The opossum pressed his swollen belly into Ged’s groin, his fur rubbing against his manhood as Claire clambered onto the bed. His belly now resting heavily on Ged’s stomach, he let his fingers spread across the rabbit’s chest and leaned back. That slackened, hot ring was wet and ready. Ged’s tip shivered as it met the ripe flesh. Slowly, his hands came to Claire’s hips, guiding the opossum down. Claire let out a muffled whine, his ring stretching painfully as the rabbit’s throbbing meat filled him. His belly expanded, growing so full as he fell to crash into Ged’s pelvis. Now, he would rise, his anus clenching hard as he milked his love. Ged’s breath came in ragged heaves as he held onto the opossum’s hips. His pelvis bucked, slamming into those fat, wobbling cheeks as Claire came down to grind into the rabbit’s pubic bone. Faster they danced to that primal rhythm while the radio continued to play its sweet, sad song. As if that melody were just for them, the two rocked, tumbling, Ged’s hands slipping under Claire’s leg and wrapping around his waist. 

With a mighty heave, the rabbit turned, dumping the sobbing opossum to the bed. Claire’s bulging belly thrust into his gut, raising him above the marsupial. 

“My turn,” the rabbit growled from deep within his chest.

Claire could only smile, his green eyes flashing wickedly with expectant glee. The opossum rolled to his belly, his fat cheeks tilted to the ceiling. Ged pounced, prying apart those white orbs to reveal the slack, open ring. His mouth met that fragrant bloom, already wet and ready, his tongue lapping at the ripe flesh. He plunged, plumbing those forbidden depths, sliding along the trembling walls of the opossum’s rectum. Claire howled, his prostate quivering as that rough tongue found purchase. The spicy scent of the opossum’s musk drove Ged wild. He craved more, his body crying out to take this gravid beauty. He tore his mouth from the opossum’s gaping ring, his cock throbbing painfully erect. Taking Claire by the hips, he surged, crashing deep to collide with the opossum’s weakening prostate. Stars burst in Claire’s eyes, his brain boiling over with giddy pleasure as the rabbit pulled back, circling, thrusting in once more. Never stopping, never slowing, Ged’s hips moved with a life of their own. Above him, fat, shimmering droplets trickled down from Ged’s nose, his hard chest, the corded muscles standing up in stark relief as the rabbit pumped faster.

The wet slap of raw meat echoed in chorus to the rough grunting cries of the opossum. 

“Ungh… Ungh…” Each a belly aching moan bubbling up from the depths of his stomach, boiling up his throat to release in a groan of such utter bliss. 

Ged’s arm was around his belly now, his fingers spread across the gravid flesh, rubbing the swollen orb as he thrust deep. His pace began to slow, his breath rattling in his sobbing chest as hot, frantic passion gave way to a slower, more purposeful love. His hips bucked and swiveled, stirring Claire into frightening levels of ecstatic glee. The opossum grasped the headboard as if it alone would prevent him from being swept away on that sea of pleasure.

Ged cradled Claire’s belly like a precious treasure. His cock slid deeper, striding the gates of the opossum’s weakening battlements. Every nerve was atingle with a raw, hungry desire. The gentle undulations of Claire’s gravid body thrilled him. He crept up the grey, sleek back, sliding along Claire’s shoulders, down the slender arms. The opossum gasped as strong, hard hands came to rest upon his pink paws. The steady thrum of the rabbit’s heart beat between his shoulder blades as Ged lowered himself. His manhood throbbed, begging for Claire to let him in. Much to his astonishment, Claire discovered that an icy tendril of fear had wound itself around his heart. Suddenly, it was all becoming too fast. Every bad decision flickered before his eyes like an ember, every wrong choice, every heartbreak a fresh wound. Claire’s fingers tightened their grip on the bed, as if to let go would be to lose himself. Ged’s soft, warm breath was on his neck, those big hands traveled down the slope of his belly, cupping beneath his swollen middle. 

“Ugh, Ged,” he whispered. “I… I…” Could he truly say it? It was only three little words. “I love you,” he cried out in his mind. 

Claire sighed, tears stinging at his eyes. With every thrust of the rabbit’s hips, he found his resolve beginning to falter. Ged’s throbbing pillar beckoned for him and he would come. At last, his fingers would slip from the headboard and he fell, spiraling into a black, swirling abyss, only to be caught up in those powerful arms and crushed to Ged’s broad chest. The rabbit wrapped an arm around Claire’s narrow chest, his fingers caressing the white throat as he tilted back the bright moon face to lay claim to the full, red lips. Slowly, he traced Claire’s honeyed mouth, the opossum kissing those sweet fingers, licking the salty sweat from each digit. His lips parted, taking Ged’s two fingers into his mouth, letting them play long his tongue while the rabbit cradled his pregnant belly. 

Ged’s lips sought the empty chalice of Claire’s collarbone. Like a holy cup, he would fill that sacred vessel with his love. Claire’s arms were raised above his head, curling back to wrap around Ged’s thick neck. Their bodies slowed, sliding, rocking as each would partake in that sultry communion. Ged surged, his manhood standing proud. Claire retreated, taking the rabbit, guiding him to his most secret of places, revealing himself fully to his one and only love. 

Ged raised his head from the opossum’s neck, gazing into those green, bewitching eyes. Claire was nothing like Julia. He was soft and warm. His round body delighted him, thrilled him. His cock throbbed, urging him to thrust, to take the whimpering creature. Claire was so small now, so fragile in his arms. The rabbit’s great body swelled, tendons straining as manly strength flowed into his limbs. He wound his arms around Claire, embracing the opossum, bearing him to the bed, his heavy body enveloping the marsupial, protecting him from the cold and dark world. 

“Claire,” he said in a low whisper. “Before I met you, I thought I could never love another. But, this time we’ve shared. I can never let this go.”

“Ged.” Claire’s eyes grew wide. “What do you mean?”

“Claire, I love you.”

It was said. There was no going back now. Claire’s lower lip quivered, his heart quaked as the tears began to flow anew. Tiny sniffles ballooned into racking sobs as the opossum bawled in the rabbit’s arms. 

“Ged,” he cried. Snot glimmered from his nostrils, his ruby lips were hopelessly stained by the rabbit’s kisses, his cheeks were streaked purple. “Ged, I love you too.” 

Ged kissed the back of his neck, Claire’s sobs slowing into a soft, heaving whimper. 

“I just…” The tears flowed freely now, trickling down his white cheeks, making his eyeshadow run in purple rivulets as shimmering drops pattered onto his white, round belly to soak into the fur of Ged’s tawny arm. “I just wish that I had met you sooner.” 

“Claire,” the rabbit said. “I think it’s time.”

“Time?” Claire’s eyes were like glittering gems. “Time for what?”

The rabbit grunted, his heavy body shuddering. “It’s time we finished.”

Ged’s manhood tickled Claire’s prostate, every movement was sweet agony that made the rabbit’s cock scream for that final release. His balls churned, a thin spurt of hot precum sprayed from his tip as he raised his hips. 

“Yes, my love,” Claire sighed. For the first time, the word felt right. It rolled from his tongue, tasting of bright sunshine as he spoke. “Please, finish me.”

Ged needed no encouragement. Faster, the rabbit thrust, pulling back, now careening in. His balls screamed to release, his cock pumping shimmering precum to be licked up by the opossum’s hungry womb. His body was aflame with desire. He plunged, not pulling back, but surging harder, piercing deep into that wailing core. His tip slid along Claire’s prostate, slamming into the trembling gland, nudging, pressing, ever closer, so close…

Their cries resounded in a keening shriek that rocked the ceiling as they released together. Claire’s love was spent furiously into the sheets, leaving the great bed to be stained with a spreading ring of his manly essence while Ged’s cock erupted. Hot, bubbling seed poured into the opossum’s bloated womb, his belly swelling anew with fresh expansion. Ged shivered, pumping another ropy strand to paint the opossum’s rectum with thick, pungent semen. His hair was plastered to his head as he pulled back, his softening member slipping from Claire’s bruised and battered petals with a wet squelch. A thin trickle of seed oozed from the opossum’s anus, matting the fur of his inner thigh as Ged took the panting creature into his arms. 

Claire’s long auburn hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead, masking the luminous green of his eyes as they stared back at Ged. His cheeks were stained violet, his mouth a riot of crimson as he said quietly, “Just… Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” Ged replied. 

Claire’s hand fell upon the rabbit’s chest, seeming so frail now. Ged took that slender paw into his meaty fist, his fingers closing gently around Claire’s hand. 

“Promise me,” Claire sighed. “Promise me that when I open my eyes, you’ll still be there.”

“Of course,” Ged would have said, but as he began to speak, he was interrupted by the slow, steady thrum of the opossum’s breath. 

Claire had fallen asleep.

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The golden rays of the morning sun crept silently across the floor. The white shaft of fresh sunlight fell across the prostrate form of Ged. The rabbit, feeling the warmth of the morning light, muttered under his breath and rolled over. His ears pricking up, he suddenly sat up, turning around to find the bed empty. He whirled, searching for Claire. 

“Miss me?”

He spied the opossum leaning beside the window. Gone was the makeup from the night before. His bright, white face shone with an almost boyish charm. A thin blanket was clapped to his chest by one paw, the swell of his gravid belly distending clearly beneath the fabric. The folds had fallen away to reveal one rounded hip and a sleek, shapely leg that called to the rabbit. 

“I’m still here,” Ged said with a grin. 

“I can see that,” Claire replied. His green eyes narrowed. “Do you see something you like?”

“I see you,” Ged said. 

The opossum chuckled, a light, tinkling laugh, like the chime of a silver bell. “I made you breakfast. Are you hungry?”

At the offer of breakfast, Ged’s ears stuck straight up. “Sure! Where is it?”

The blanket fell away, pooling around the slim ankles of the opossum. “It’s right here. Come and get it.”

Claire bounded across the floor, leaping into the arms of his love in spite of his pregnant girth. The rabbit caught him, crushing him to his chest as the pair rolled over in the bed. 

“You never did say how you got this.” Ged placed a hand on Claire’s swollen belly. 

The opossum looked down at his middle, sighed and said, “It was a mistake. A bad decision.”

“Yeah, I know that.” Ged’s mind flashed to Julia. Frigid Julia. Never again was he to make that mistake. 

“So, do you still want to be my next bad decision?” Claire asked. 

“No,” the rabbit quickly replied. When he saw the opossum suddenly react as if struck, he added, “I’m going to be your last good decision.”

Their mouths met, locked together in a kiss which would steal their breath away. The morning light shone through the open window, spilling over the two lovers as they embraced.