[center][b]Hot Chocolate[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



“At this point, I’d blow a guy for some chocolate.”

Ellie stared at the ceiling from her repose on the couch, trying to ignore the cocoa withdrawal pangs. She and Cliff had been stuck indoors for two weeks now, trapped by the frankly ridiculous snowfall outside. Strictly speaking, they could have left their little cabin three days in, but neither of them had been anticipating the absurd and [i]repeating[/i] multi-day whiteouts. 

Radio reporters called it the most winter precipitation in recorded history. The bobcat believed them; she was pretty sure her coat was thickening by the day. Spring shedding would probably see her losing ten pounds of fluff at minimum.

And so, their planned one-week trip to the woods had turned into two and showed no sign of ending any time soon. They weren’t, fortunately, in any real danger. They had plenty of firewood. The electricity had miraculously failed to go out for them despite news reports of downed lines elsewhere. And someone else on the cabin’s timeshare must have been some kind of paranoid doomsday prepper, based on the contents of the cabinets and attic. They could easily hide out here until spring, maybe early summer.

Entertainment was a little scarcer. Ellie had gotten through her last book yesterday, and internet access was as spotty as her coat even on a good day. Certainly not enough to stream anything good. Maybe she could download an ebook or two tomorrow, if the snowstorm lightened enough to let a satellite signal in.

But worst of all, despite everything else the cabin was stocked with, [i]it didn’t have any chocolate[/i]. Careful rationing had her chomping down the last square of hoarded emergency dark chocolate on Wednesday, and now it was Friday. As a self-confessed chocoholic, Ellie was not a happy kitty.

Cliff, the serene bastard, looked up at her from his portable game gizmo. Slowly raising one eyebrow, he pulled one earphone off. “Sorry, what?”

“I said, I’d blow a guy for some chocolate right now.”

“Uh-huh. The snow should have stopped in a couple days, then we can get out of here.” Ellie thought he was looking at her a little oddly. Probably down to the junkie’s shake she fancied was in her voice by now.

“Unless it starts snowing again. Which it did the last two times the radio said that. Assuming we can dig out the car, which by some miracle may not be crushed under the weight, instead of having to wait another week for someone to come find us.” Ellie rubbed at her forehead, trying to stave off the stress headache she felt coming on. She was not at all certain she was exaggerating.

“Try to hold out, okay? You should be cutting back anyway.” As an American Fuzzy Lop, Cliff had cultivated the kind of patience that only comes from a lifetime of random strangers shoving their hands into you for pets, on account of being fluffy as hell and twice as adorable. His light tan head and ears faded patchily to an off white around his neck and cheeks, with the hands holding his gaming device a sort of in-between sandy color. She wondered how often he got the hand fur caught in doors, sometimes.

Ellie groaned, flinging a throw pillow listlessly in his general direction. He ignored her. For several minutes there wasn’t anything but the sound of the merrily crackling fireplace. 

Cliff must have been getting uncomfortable after sitting for so long in one position, because he kept shifting his posture. Ellie was just about ready to tell him to do some jumping jacks or whatever, when he exhaled loudly, pulled off his headphones entirely, and sat both those and his game off to the side.

“Did you mean that?”

“Mean what?” The bobcat rolled onto her belly and placed her chin on the arm rest, more for something to do than anything else. Her jeans zipped against the fabric of the couch. Cliff was definitely looking at her in an unreadable sort of way.

“About sucking dick for chocolate.”

She turned a baleful glare on the bunny, driving him to cringe into his sitting chair. “Cliff. If you’ve been hiding a stash from me, you’ve got three seconds to give it up before I tie you to the rafters by your ears.”

“No, no! Nothing like that.” He clutched at one of those long ears protectively, or possibly in a fidgeting gesture. “I mean… You know how I told you my grandpa was the Easter Bunny?”

“I thought you were pulling my leg.” The bunny had her full attention. Mostly because she didn’t like the carrot-cruncher yanking her chain for now, but the guy usually had a point. 

“You [i]literally[/i] have Rudolph’s autograph.” Cliff replied archly. As a counterpoint it was missing a few logical steps, but those were obvious enough to fill in. “Framed, on your bedroom wall. Why would I fib about gramps?”

“Fine, fine, I give.” Bobcat paws raised in surrender. “What’s that got to do with anything, though?”

“I inherited a few things.” Veracity unquestioned, Cliff didn’t take long to sink back into a vague aura of sheepishness. “One of them is that I’m, uh, flavored.”

Ellie blinked at the bunny a few times, face blank as she turned this over. He fidgeted harder, very nearly hiding behind one of his large ears.

“Are you telling me…” She started slowly, voice pitched low. “…that you have [i]chocolate jizz?[/i]”

“Pretty much.” Now that the worst was over, he opened up a little, no longer seeming to try to burrow into his chair butt-first. “It was kind of a surprise during puberty.”

“…Can’t say it surprises me that you would taste it.” 

“Hey! Plenty of guys do.” Ellie may, from time to time, have teased Cliff about being too pretty to be into girls. It always made him poof up in the closest to outrage his temperament could manage. “I mean, you get curious, right? You can’t tell me you’ve never licked your fingers after schlicking yourself.”

“That’s fair.” She conceded. “So when you asked if I was serious…”

He didn’t answer, except for pulling his ears forward by the tips to hide behind them.

“I’ll do it.”

One brown eye peaked out from behind a fluffy, floppy listening-organ. “Really?”

“I’m desperate here.” She sat up, brushing her green shirt down with a paw. It didn’t help much. Without only tap water, soap, and whatever else they could improvise for doing laundry, all their clothes were pretty wrinkled. “Come on, get over here. We’ll have more room.”

Reluctantly, despite being the one to suggest this in the first place, Cliff came to his feet and bounced over to her side flannel shirt and all. Like every other rabbit she’d ever talked to, he acquired a definite hop when he was nervous. She tried not to look [i]too[/i] much like a hungry predator while she watched him unbuckle his pants.

“You need any help there?” Ellie suggested.

“Almost got it…” Delicately he pulled down the zipper, lifting his hips to slide the waist of the slacks down to his ankles. He kicked them off to fall near the base of the fireplace. Underneath he had a loose pair of plaid boxers that clashed rather horribly with the totally different plaid of his shirt. He turned his head to wink at Ellie, the motion causing one of his ears to flop along with it. “There. You can help with my undies if you want though…”

“Hah. Smooth.” The bobcat leaned over, hooking a finger into the waistband. “That work on all the ladies?”

“It’s been a while actually.” Fluffball that he was he rested his arms back over the back of the couch in an adorably transparent attempt to find something to do with them.

“I was gonna rag you, but I’m really surprised. You are pretty cute.”

“That’s just it, I think. I’m cute but all it triggers is ‘mom’ instincts, you know?”

“Okay, that I can believe-“ She managed to get his underwear down enough to look at his package, and then pulled it a little farther. “You trim down there?”

“Yeah.” He looked down from the spot on the ceiling he’d been faux-nonchalantly gazing at instead of the woman helping to undress him. Ellie might not be beautiful in any conventional sense, with very little in the way of curves, but she had an intensity to her. Plus she was working up to suck on the erection he was growing. “It gets kinda warm and hard to keep clean otherwise.”

Cliff’s genitals were, based on Ellie’s experience, pretty average. Maybe his balls were a touch on the big side, but it was hard to tell even with the remaining silky off-white fur. His penis was a simple convex taper, stabbing its way out of his fuzzy sheath. 

“It looks kind of like a-“

“If you say ‘carrot’, I’m putting my pants back on.”

“I was going to say it looks like a fresno chili pepper. The pointy red ones. But if you’re gonna be all huffy about it, yeah, carrot works too.”

“Excuse me for disliking the comparison [i]every single male lapine gets always forever.[/i]” Cliff shrugged, watching the cat move her head around to examine it from different angles. “Now than you mention it, it does kinda look like a chili.”

“See? You can tell that to the next person who makes a carrot crack.” She reached down to take hold of it, and drew her finger pads up the sides. “Anything in particular you like? Keep in mind if you’re making this up just to get a blowjob I [i]will[/i] hurt you.”

“Ell, you have a serious chocolate problem.” The bunny shivered, enjoying the light touches enough to leak a clear drop of pre that trailed down his skin. “I am not making anything up. And even if I was, you’re still bored enough I’d be doing you a favor.”

“Nnnngeh… maybe if you ate me out after. We can talk about that later if I feel like it.” Ellie scooped up the drop of pre with a fingertip and brought it to her mouth. It did taste rather on the sweet side. “Seriously though, anything I should do special?”

“Nah. It’s been a while. I’ll take anything. I’ll just be trying to concentrate.”

The bobcat scooted over and turned so she could rest her head on his lap, lapping her rough tongue across the base sideways. Her effort was rewarded with a cute bunny-shiver and the last centimeter of cock pushing free of its home. “What’s there to concentrate on? I’m doing all the hard work.”

“If I don’t try at least a little bit, it comes out [i]white[/i] chocolate. And I know how you feel about that.”

“Eeeugh. You do that then, I’ll get started on my part.” Without further ado, she licked up the front of his penis, kissing gently at the tip before opening her mouth to slot it between her canines.

“Y-yeah, I’ll do- Frickin’ hell, Ellie, I might not last very long.” Cliff struggled not to pull his hands away from the backing of the couch, feeling the raspy tongue and bumpy roof of her mouth on his left and right, with the smooth sides of the fangs gliding over front and back.

For Ellie, him not lasting long was part of the point. She liked a cock in her mouth as much as the next girl, but she wanted her cocoa fix ten minutes ago dammit. She didn’t say so because, in the first place, it would make her feel kind of pathetic. In the second place it would interrupt the blowjob and delay the cocoa.

Instead she started to bob up and down faster, slathering her tongue back and forth over the hard cock. She tightened her jaws slightly on the way up to skim the tips of her teeth over his skin the way she knew all the prey-type guys loved, even if most of them would never admit it. The bobcat pulled out every trick in her arsenal, sucking, licking, humming as she went to transmit the vibrations through her mouth into him, and fondling his (extremely soft) bunny balls with a hand.

Sure enough, the pent-up rabbit didn’t last long.

“Ell, I’m gonna, gonna-“ Cliff’s self-control wavered enough for his hands to swing around of their own accord, pressing the cat down on his pointed dong while his hips bucked upward. He was large enough to ram into her tonsils and make her gag as he spurted into her, three big bursts before the smaller less separate shots turned into a slow oozing.

When the fireworks cleared out of his mind enough to realize he was still holding her down onto his cock (long enough that Ellie was starting to get tired of pinning down both her gag and bite reflexes, and comparing the merits of loosening control for one of the other), he jerked back his hands with lightning quickness. “Oh geez, sorry.”

Ellie pulled herself up and off the twitching shaft without loosening the seal of her lips around it. Rather than speaking she held up a hand, closed her eyes, and swished around. Cliff watched her eyes visibly unfocus for a moment in relieved bliss.

Sure enough. Chocolate sauce. Salty, but still, that was the taste. Pretty good too. She swallowed happily, purring as she opened her empty mouth to show him. Forgot to show him before too, but oh well. She didn’t really ‘get’ that whole thing anyway.

“O-oh.” He seemed to appreciate it, rewarding her little show with a blush hot enough to burn through his thick fur. “So… good then?”

“Oh yeah.” The chocolate addict agreed heartily. “Not as good as a bar, but I’m feeling [i]muuuch[/i] better about my life right now.”

Cliff started to say something before a hand placed to his mouth interrupted him and Ellie spoke up again a little more sharply. “There wasn’t very much though. And most of it went down my throat before I got to taste it [i]for some reason…[/i]”

Her glare wasn’t very harsh in the wake of her renewed cocoa buzz but he still had to work to keep his eyes from sliding off hers with embarrassment. “Sorry. I, uh, it’s been… kind of a long time. Your mouth felt really, really good.”

“Apology accepted, for now.” It wasn’t even something that would usually bother her. More a compliment to her skills to lose control like that, really. But right now, there was chocolate on the line. “Mmmm. I needed that.”

“You are so weird.”

“Says the guy with the chocolate jizz.”

They sat in companionable silence, watching the fire for a while. The well-sucked bunny’s dick, cleaned of every speck of the chocolatey treat, glistened in the firelight until Ellie’s saliva dried.

“You know…” Cliff spoke up tentatively. “I’ll probably be ready to go again in, about, ten minutes. But there is something else I’ve kinda always wanted to try, if you’re up for it…”

“Hmm?” The happy cat leaned over to rest her head on his plaid-covered shoulder.

“It’s pretty weird though, so if you don’t want to I totally get it.”

“Well I can’t say ‘hell no, let me suck your tasty dick again instead’, if you don’t tell me what it is first.” Ellie chided, squeezing his exposed and oh-so-softly furred thigh as a tease.

He chuckled. “When you put it that way, I guess it’s a win-win. You prefer solid chocolate, right?”

“Go on…” The cat patted him encouragingly.

“What if I said that my jizz isn’t the only chocolatey thing about me?”

“Um…. Wait, let me try to guess.” Turning to look him in the eyes, she tapped her chin thoughtfully. Cliff’s smile was looking rather forced. She’d once kissed him on a dare, ages ago, and she was sure she would have noticed at the time if that tasted odd. His fur couldn’t be chocolate or it would melt. She’d already sucked him off. Ellie was positive he wasn’t inviting her to, say, disembowel him and check his organs for a brown and slightly waxy consistency. Which left….

Her face twisted up in, not quite disgust, but definitely its incredulous cousin. “Are you telling me you crap chocolate?”

“No!” Cliff threw up his arms protectively, looking mortified. “I mean… not exactly.”

“I’m still gonna suck your dick, but I don’t think you’re gonna sell me on whatever this idea is.”

“Just hear me out, okay?” Cliff was pulling at his left ear with both hands nervously again. It made her want to cuddle and baby talk at him. “I figured out a long time ago that I don’t really, uh, go number two at all. I mean, I guess I should say I figured out that everyone else’s trips to the bathroom are a lot grosser than mine.”

“O…kay…” Ellie realized she was scratching her own left ear out of puzzlement. “I just went from being totally weirded out to having no idea how weirded out I ought to be.”

“I sort of… lay chocolate eggs, I guess. That exit isn’t travelled by anything less sanitary.” Cliff sat back into the sofa cushion with a sigh, letting go of his ear for it to flop out to its usual position to the side of his face. “And no, I got no idea how that works. Imagine how weirded out I felt when I realized I was different that way.”

“…I suppose you have a point there.” Ellie admitted, stunned. Cliff kept rambling under the impetus of embarrassment.

“I did the math once. However the hell it happens- portals, alchemy, flat out magic- I break conservation of mass/energy. About as many calories out as in, and there’s no way in hell the chemical composition balances out.”

“Whoa there, didn’t need you to nerd out on me. [i]Kidding.[/i]” The bobcat waved off the retort before it even started. “That is pretty interesting, in a… I was going to say ‘a gross kind of way’, but it’s like some sort of freaky anti-grossness that’s almost as gross. You aren’t gonna tell me you piss lemonade next are you?”

“Heck no. Normal piss, and as near as I can tell my kidneys at least obey thermodynamics.” Cliff’s eyes went glassy, staring into the past. “But now that you mention it… Dad sometimes says some things about mom that-” The bunny’s face scrunched up in a wince. “-That I’m not going to think about because I really, really, don’t want to know the four at the end of this particular two plus two.”

“I totally get that.” Ellie’s feline face was set in an expression of shocked, morbid curiosity, mouth hanging slightly open. If she was going to be totally honest she sort of wondered just what Cliff’s dad had said about Cliff’s mom- The Easter Bunny was his grandfather on the maternal side, she was pretty sure he had said that at some point. So did [i]she[/i] have lemonade- But the bobcat wasn’t eager to start a mutually assured destruction scenario with their parent’s sex lives nuking their sanities. So she asked something else instead. “What do you do with the eggs?”

“Throw them out, mostly.” Cliff shrugged, meeting her gaze again now that the worst was over. “It would be weird to do… anything else.”

“Like… let your chocoholic best friend eat them instead?” The rabbit couldn’t read her expression right now. He just charged ahead without course corrections, instead. All in one breath to get it over with faster.

“I was kinda sorta maybe hoping you might eat one out of me.” Cliff nibbled his lower lip shyly, buck teeth on display. “Right from the source.”

She tilted her head, staring at him. He felt his cheeks burn hotter and hotter, the suspense building. Wishing she would just say no and let them get on with their lives already, he felt like he was about to implode.

“You know what, nevermi-“

“What the hell. I’m in.”

It took him a good twenty seconds to realize that in the collision of words had been an agreement. She started giggling at him around the fifteenth.

“Oh gosh. The look on your face.” Ellie tried to cover her mouth with her hand, cackling madly.

“Uh, right. That’s okay, we can stick with just a blowjob if you still want to.” He coughed, smiling slightly. It was a joke, they could move on now.

“No, I’m serious. It sounds, um, kinky as hell, but I’m interested.” She patted him on the shoulder, fighting down another giggle fit with some difficulty when the disbelief made an encore appearance. “You did say your ‘fudge freeway’ was literal fudge only, right?”

“Not fudge, but yeah. Hard chocolate. Nothing dirty.” Cliff let out a laugh of his own, packed to the brim with relief. “I can’t really control how dark it is though. Is that all right?”

“I’ll take my chances.” Ellie’s slitted green eyes drifted downward to where his penis was making a comeback appearance. [i]He must really like this idea…[/i] “So is here okay, or would you like to move to a bedroom? Or the bathroom.”

“Right now?” He blinked at her.

“If you’ve got one ready, I don’t see why not.”

“Probably a couple. Here is fine. I’ll…” Cliff thought it out, measuring the lengths of their bodies with his eyes. “I’ll lay down on this side of the couch.”

He adjusted his position, half lying down and half-sitting against the armrest to give her plenty of room. The bunny wanted to be able to see this. Ellie obligingly arranged herself on her front, taking up the remaining two couch cushions with breasts pressing in at the edge of the second. Her legs curled back and up with feline grace, supported just above the knee by the other armrest.

“See something you like?” He shook himself, looked down at Ellie’s face. She’d propped herself up slightly on her elbows and had apparently noticed how his eyes were lingering on the bare paw pads facing him. She winked up at him.

“No, n- I mean, yes, you’re lovely.” The rabbit gulped. Her toothy grin told him he wasn’t fooling anybody.

“Feet too, eh?” Ellie bounced the paws at him, enjoying how he squirmed a little. Enjoyed even more how he tried and failed to look away when she wiggled her toes, pawpads rubbing against one another. “Chill, Cliff. We’re already doing way weirder. I’m not gonna freak out at you thinking my tootsies are hot.”

“…They really are.” Cliff admitted, forcing a smile. She had very wide paws with four neat little toe-pads and one main each, shaped by millenia of evolution or a meticulous deity to snowshoe specifications. One would probably cover most of his face if she were to step on him... “Sorry, it’s a rabbit thing.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere. But that’s not what we’re doing right this second.” Ellie glanced meaningfully downward past erection and balls to the area between tail and taint. His puckered little tailhole twitched once as if at the sudden observation. She noticed with some amusement that it was a hot pink. “I’m pretty sure you have to get started.”

“You could always lick-“

“Make with the chocolate first, bunny boy. One cumshot isn’t nearly enough for me.” She looked back up at him seductively, and licked her lips in a way that made him shudder. “We can talk about aaaaaall the perverted things we can do to each other later.”

“Right. Just a sec.” Cliff closed his eyes so he could better focus on tightening some muscles and loosening others, having to overcome more than a little reflexive shyness to make his magical bowels cooperate even if the idea of her seeing was making him hard as hell.

Ellie had an excellent view of every sliver of Cliff’s muscle control, as he did it. The small pink star in its sky of fluffy white ass cheeks tightened, then flattened out as he managed to loosen it. And then a second later, it opened up around a smooth, brown, concave surface of a delightfully familiar texture.

“How do they not melt from your body heat?” The cat found it oddly mesmerizing to watch his rectum twitch and pulse around the egg, struggling to keep it just a sliver more than halfway inside rather than expelling it all the way. He had reached down to take half of his butt in each hand and pull them apart to give her better access. Overall, she thought it was pretty hot.

“Is that really important?” Cliff asked a little breathlessly. He was finding this position a more difficult to balance in than expected, especially while simultaneously bearing down just enough to keep the egg right in his asshole. “Or even half as weird as me laying them in the first place?”

“True. I’ll just get started then.” Ellie leaned in, pausing with her nose an inch away from the smooth brown where it nested in the hot pink. She sniffed.

Nothing but chocolate and horny rabbit.

She extended her tongue to drag up the smooth surface of the chocolate and over the bunny’s rim, which made him shudder and lose ground, the slightly-larger-than-chicken-sized egg slipping back in for a moment before he pushed it back to a visible position. Teasingly she brought her tongue down to the lower visible edge and traced it upward along the right side, dragging over milk chocolate and anus alike.

“Oh fuck…” Cliff sighed happily. He was having to exercise every ounce of his concentration to keep the egg where she could reach, and loving it. “You have no idea how long… nnh… I’ve wanted to try this.”

Ellie was starting to develop a guess. The pink rabbit cock was a little tricky to see directly from where she was, but she could see and feel the throb moving up his taint. Experimentally she wriggled the tip of her tongue at the very edge, until she could just barely get the flat leading edge between confection and flesh. 

It didn’t stay there of course; Cliff [i]eep[/i]ed delightfully and tensed up in reflex, which drew the treat back in. Ellie found the tip of her tongue pinched in his tight rectum.

“Yikes, sorry. Didn’t mean to do- [i]ooh![/i]”

Ellie pulled out, rough tongue pulling at the upper rim of his butthole. She propped herself up a bit, rolling the smear of chocolate that had come off on her tongue under the pressure generated by his sphincter, and smiled. “Nah, it’s fine. You know, this is really good.”

“And you’re amazing.” The slightly supernatural fluffball replied dreamily. He was a little too befuddled by pleasure to narrow down the ‘this’ in that statement from the entire experience to just the chocolate.

“I’m serious. That’s good stuff. As in, I’ve paid some decent cash for artisanal chocolate that wasn’t as good.” Ellie unwittingly clarified, not paying too much attention to his blissed-out mumble. “You know, you don’t have to work so hard to keep it in. I can help with that part.”

“Uhhh… Yeah. That sounds good.”

Languidly the cat lowered herself back to his crack, cheek-fur brushing against his fingers as her lips came to rest against his pucker. “I’m ready.”

Actually, it came out ‘mm rhdee’ but Cliff understood just fine. It felt nice too. He obliged, bearing down. On Ellie’s end (or was that Cliff’s end) her lips followed the expanding ring they were pressed to outward and the egg returned to bump softly against her front teeth. She giggled and opened up enough to press the surface back with her tongue.

Cliff could feel the hard object tilting around slightly inside him from the friction of her licks. She was making the egg press this direction and that against his insides, a subtle but delightful shifting pressure. Then she stopped.

“Hey, what gives?”

Something had occurred to the cat, and her muscles had frozen up while she paused to think about it. Finding the idea good, she threw a wink up at the bunny. All at once, she shoved back with all the force available to her tongue, driving the egg back in and following it as far as she could with her taste organ.

The rabbit let out a startled yelp, nearly losing balance and definitely losing his grip on his buttocks as hands sought supporting grips on the couch. Ellie found his cheeks squeezing pleasantly on the sides of her muzzle.

“Mmmm?” Ellie asked, vague and monosyllabic. She wiggled her tonguetip against the chocolate egg, and took in the smoothness of rabbit anal walls around it. Shifting to explore around a bit made Cliff whimper in an agreeable sort of way, and let the egg slip back toward her. She decided he didn’t taste bad either. Sort of meaty, under the chocolate.

“Niiiiice.” Cliff commented, a little shakily. “Did not expect you to go that far.”

Ellie took hold of his hips, looping her hands under his butt to grab legs at either side of his pelvis. His legs, one of which was resting by the heel on the back of the couch while the other had somehow come to place his foot in the small of her back, stiffened at the clear message: [i]Buckle up, bunny. This just got real.[i]

She backed her tongue out against the tight grip of his anal ring, the chocolate egg following under the pressure he’d never quite got around to releasing. Just as it reached the pucker an instant behind her tongue-tip she forced it back in, and darted back out ahead of it.

For Ellie, this was about more than getting her next cocoa fix. The funny noises and half-words coming from up above were as delicious, in their own way, as the egg and and a whole lot more novel. Not that part of her wasn’t doing its duty to give the excellent chocolate [i]nearly[/i] as much attention as it deserved. 

She set the pace, bouncing the chocolate back into him as fast as it made the return trip at first, then teasing Cliff by waiting and slurping at the base of it for a moment before sending it up past his prostate again. He scraped together enough concentration to slow its descent once or twice, and try once to stop just to see what she would do. (Which turned out to be: turn her full attention and rough tongue surface against his pink bunny bunghole until he gave her back the improvised, edible plug/anal bead/treat to ram back into his depths again.)

“Oh geez oh geez oh [i]fuck…[/i]” At this point Cliff was beginning to feel like Ellie had more control over the muscles down there than he did, and she was using it send a very bizarre and unfamiliar variety of soft-edged pleasure bouncing around his abdomen. He had played with his butt, with his eggs, a time or two. It wasn’t remotely like having someone else do it. A general summary of how he felt spilled out of his mouth in a breathless rush. “Ellie I don’t know if I’m gonna last and I don’t know if I can come either but for fucksake don’t stop.”

Ellie gave that due consideration without stopping the anal assault. She [i]could[/i] keep this up a while. Keeping Cliff on edge for a few eternities, or perhaps keeping him tumbling again and again over the same edge as his occasional arrhythmic twitches suggested might be the case, sounded like a lot of fun. For that matter, the egg didn’t seem to be wearing down as it ought to under her rough taster, so maybe she could.

But her tongue was beginning to get a smidge tired. And she had certain needs of her own, teased by the act she was performing and the repeated tantalization of her taste buds.

It had been a while, now, since the welcome but insufficient chocolate sauce cumshot.

The egg came back down, and she didn’t push it back in. Her jaws opened enough to catch the lower oblong third of the thick chocolate oblong. She enjoyed the waxy texture against her teeth, and crunched through it.

The feel of her biting through the egg for a mouthful of cocoa translated in a shocking tremor into the walls of the ass holding its upper point, making Cliff moan throatily. Less intense but bizarre and wonderful was her chewing, transmitted through her lips and back into the cradling flesh, along with the delighted [i]mmmm[/i] with which she once more complimented the egg’s quality. It melted away under her tongue and teeth.

She made two more short mouthfuls of the chocolate, not letting the smooth point of it slip from between the front of her face and the back end of the rabbit. The third bite grazed her fangs against Cliff’s prey backside, which made the intensity of his shivering spike. 

Ellie could have just opened a little wider, let the last of the chocolate slide right into her maw while Cliff’s fuzzy balls rested on the tip of her nose. Instead, she pressed the flat of her tongue against the rough bitten-off brown surface, and pushed tongue and chocolate in together.

To the accompaniment of the bunny’s sweet moans of pleasure she pressed the remaining smooth milk chocolate against his inner wall, pressing it upward and sliding it along the inside. His sudden convulsive twitching around her tongue told her she was in the right spot even before his moans peaked and he sprayed more brown chocolatey jizz over the front of his flannel shirt.

Even as he rode out the aftershocks of a hell of a prostate orgasm, she kept it up. No longer intact, the egg seemed to have lost whatever charmed immunity to warmth and friction had let it last this long. It melted into a silky smear against his inner walls, lubricating her rough surface against them. She kept lapping at it until the taste of cocoa waned to be replaced by the pleasant earthiness of clean bunny butt, licked a few more times to draw a few more jellylike shivers through Cliff, and finally pulled out.

The rabbit panted heavily, worn out from quite possibly the most intense experience of his life bar none. He watched Ellie’s face pull out from under his balls, and pulled him a little closer on the couch. When his head rested on the armrest where his upper back had been and Ellie was more on top of than beside him, she started to lap up the chocolate cum he’d gotten all over his shirt. It would stain horribly later no matter how much she managed to extract but he really, really didn’t care at all.

When Ellie finished, she looked up at the somewhat glazed lapine eyes watching her. She still had a smear of brown running from her upper left up the side of her snout.

“I think...” She sounded very loud in the quiet cabin, snow-muffled from outside and with no real noise other than Cliff’s pleasured moans of a moment ago (and those relatively quiet for all their intensity). “…This needs to be a regular thing. If you’re up for that.”

“Hell yes.” Cliff agreed fervently.

“You said you had another one in you right?”

“I don’t think I can really do anything after…” The shake of Ellie’s head cut him off.

“Nah, my tongue’s tired. I meant another egg. Just go ahead and pop it out.”

“Oh.” If she just wanted a bit more chocolate, he thought he could manage that much. Cliff bore down and, as she suggested, ‘popped another one out’.

Ellie picked up the egg from where it had come to rest on his fluffy tail and held it up. Cliff cursed. 

White chocolate. Didn’t happen often from that end, but it just had to be now, didn’t it?

To his surprise, other than looking at it suspiciously, she just shrugged. Sinuously she came upright, flipping her legs under her and reclining back to rest with her back against the other armrest, and-

“…How, no, [i]when[/i] did you get your pants off?”

The bobcat shrugged at the awed question. She brought the white chocolate egg down to between her legs, pressing it neatly into her sopping wet slit, with a quickly-suppressed purr. Her tail lashed once between them, over a very damp spot that must have formed under her crotch between whenever she’d managed to shuck the garments of her lower body and finishing him off.

“There we are. I think you deserve a treat too.” She winked one emerald eye at him. “And you’re the one with a fresh tongue, too. How lucky.”

“Wouldn’t that be kind of…?” Cliff made a sort of vague, shaky motion to go with his uncertain question.

“Try to keep up: We’ve already had the discussion about weirdness levels.” For a moment, she didn’t think he would go for it. Then he started to move.

“All right.” He hauled his wobbly body up in an arc, bouncing to a stop belly down between her legs. “Tongue seems to be my only part that’ll do what I want right now anyway. Just don’t blame me if I pass out with my face in your muff after.”

“Sounds cozy.” Ellie purred. She had her chocolate, and she didn’t think they would be bored for quite a while. Life was good.



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