Finally got this one done last night, and I honestly think this came out better than I thought it would.
Really like Blackberry, she is one of my favorite characters from the series. Definitely need to draw more of her in the future!
Also the Bird was nice enough to write a little story for this, and by Bird I mean \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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Enjoy ^^
Invitation
The tunnel, or rather cave, was cold, wet and damp. It had been dug by no rabbit, that was evident, instead being formed by forces that no bunny could comprehend, least of all the brownish buck who made his way along it now, splashing nosily in the cold water that flowed through it. His name was Captain Campion and he was heading towards Watership Down warren via the hidden and secret passageway that abutted their burrows. He did this regularly, whenever he could get away from wide patrol, in order to keep them informed of the doings of Efrafa warren.
Past the underground stream was a larger cavern that led to some twisting passages and his destination. They were always quite awe-inspiring, empty and echoing with barely enough light to see by. Which is why he was rather surprised, on turning a corner to be met with the sight of his doe, Blackberry.
After a moment's surprise he snickered and shook his head. He was seeing things in the shadows, of course he was. He'd even thought, for a moment, he could scent her over the damp, musty smell the tunnels always bore. Of course her scent did carry over, all of the Watership rabbits' did. They used the tunnels on occasion too, and he was an expert tracker. It was easy enough for a distracted buck to conjure images in his mind, why the pose he'd thought her in... he really did need to get out more.
"Ahem."
It was a quiet cough, slightly annoyed and insistent. But it echoed throughout the cavern, reflecting off the walls and dying away only slowly. It had come from behind him and he whirled around to see it. To his utter amazement it was Blackberry, the light gray doe in the exact position he'd thought he'd imagined seconds before.
She was laying stomach-up, one foreleg propping her into a half-sitting position, the other draped over her stomach. Her hind legs were widespread, exposing her needy sex. Even from such a distance Campion could see it glistening, warm and ready. She was staring straight at him, an expression of mild distaste on her face, evidently not expecting him to ignore such an invitation like that.
Hopping closer he realized that he had been wrong about another thing to, her scent was potent here, it soaked the very rocks where she lay, hanging thickly in the air as he approached. The scent of heat. As if hypnotized he bounded forward, gaze fixed on her, utterly unable to control himself. The display was too inviting, his blood boiled and his heart pounded as he neared, not even pausing as he mounted her, slipping smoothly between her open thighs, already eager and willing to do what was natural. The very last of his control made him speak his concerns, just before the pink mist descended over his thoughts.
"I can't stop, I'm sorry."
"You won't stop, and it's about time."
He ended up very, very late for his meeting.