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Cinnamon, being a rare species of animal, decided she wants to keep her species alive by taking it into her own paws... tired of waiting for the right 'lope to come around, she ventured out to get ahold of some prime breeding stock potential so she could introduce some more, strong genes into the fantasy creature gene pool. Where jackalopes are shy, mysterious and rare, she saw a big strong male fox easily and quickly moving around, strong enough to brace through the cold, smart enough to catch prey. These traits would certainly help her raise some resilient babies, so Cinnamon decides that this marbled fox would be quite the good parent to a little litter of bunnies. With a tender embrace while in the throes of heat, she mates the big strong fox, taking every inch of him so he can plant his fertile seed deep into her womb.
After her first successful breeding, the jackalope was making her way back to her hole... but Cinnamon found herself still aching for that male companionship. After all, what if against all odds, the first batch didn't take? she'd done her best to keep the seed in, but well, second time was the charm as they always say. Luckily her chance came when she saw a large golden male bird wandering. She had never seen such beautiful plumage on a winged creature, and his yellow an golden feathers sparkled in such a lovely way in the sun. but by the gods, he was huge! Cinn armed herself with a leash and approached the bird. She propositioned him with the deal that he would let her take the reigns - figuratively and literally - then he could bareback her and let her carry his brood. The chocobo agreed without hesitation... but Cinn learned it would take much more than a flimsy lead to let her keep hold of the situation. Despite the large size being overwhelming, she gritted through the intensity and pleasure, and as he pumped her full of his seed, she was sure this time for sure that she'd walk away with a full womb.
Content with the success of breeding two males, Cinnamon made her way back to her burrow. Its entrance was an unassuming buries out tree stump that she'd dug out into a nice, spacious nest for herself. It was nestled between a grove of fruiting trees and a lake - the perfect place with lots of resources to support a growing warren until she would try to integrate into society. Plumply tired and sore and still dripping with cum, Cinnamon dove into her burrow... only to find her engorged belly was stuck. She little jackalope flailed, trying to pull herself forward. Despite her best efforts, she was stuck fast and couldn't push herself back out. A small whine uttered forth from the pregnant 'lope as she scrambled. Her breath and gasps echoes as she struggled, but she was going nowhere fast. To her luck, she heard clanking outside and called for help. But, it was not exactly help that came. the metal clanks stopped next to her and she heard a cacophony of noise of banging metal, heavy fabric, and some murmured sounds. Her ears perked only momentarily before she felt something pressing into her quite spent nethers. With a sigh of resignation, Cinnamon accepted her fate - her last sire was quite large so she doubted this would compare - but she was quite wrong as she was defiled by what she assumed could only be an arm slamming into her. It was intense, painful and almost too much. She hoped the feral humping would push her deeper, but felt hands holding her in place. She had no choice but to scream and moan at the relentless pounding that would eventually fill her womb with even more fertile seed. She just hoped she could weather the large creature before she split in two...
Cinnamon sighed, tired but happy as her pups played around. Each took after their respective fathers in certain ways, leading to all sorts of new and interesting problems and adventures. All of them together were a handful... The oldest was Mace, a big white and blue beast like his father. He wasn't very old yet, but he was already almost as tall as Cinnamon was. She wondered just how large he'd be...and how considerate, too, as she watched him teaching his younger sister Lavender how to swim. The two were definitely peas in a pod, and she wondered if that's because half the species their father was - but what exactly he had been she couldn't say. She had never seen another creature like him, something fluffy and mammalian yet aquatic.
Her two swimmers aside, stark colors offsetting them, she had four more. Saffron has inherited something akin to her pinker summer coat. She was rather clumsy, and she was the biggest handful besides her younger sister, Sage. Despite the name, Sage was a tiny little hellion, definitely taking after her fox father. Both were quite a handful, but the one without wings was more more aggressive. Both of them were quite spunky with an unreal amount of energy, constantly digging or climbing or biting each other for dominance. Cinnamon wasn't ashamed to admit she had a few scars from the little cacti as she raised them. She knew they'd give their future friends and mates a run for their money.
Chicory was a steadfast one, one of her chocobo hybrids. Not just content to stretch her wings and fly, she was a fierce little creature in the air, but not so much on the ground. She hadn't inherited her father's strong running legs, and she seemed a little more fragile than her bigger boned and sturdier siblings, but she was still a little stubborn brat, and Cinnamon loved her for it. She could always count on the three non-swimming little girls to keep each other busy. Mercifully, she thought, since keeping up with so many pups for her first litter had been hard. All of them seemed to be thriving and growing into their shells, except her little Fennel. Her only other boy, he didn't inherit his father's strong personality, nor hers. He was akin to a little wallflower, constantly clinging to her legs and shoulders. He was a meek little thing, and she hoped he'd eventually become a little more confident, but only time would tell.