This is a crossover pairing I had in mind for a little while now, finally managed to get this done last night.
For those of you who might not know, this is experiment 604 aka Houdini from Lilo and Stitch the series, and Hawkbit from the Watership Down TV series.
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Feeling The Magic
It was the end of a particularly hot summer's day. The land had been baking all day and was only now starting to cool, a hint of a humid night in the weak breeze that was offering respite from the desiccating heat. The sun was setting, large and orange at the horizon, bathing the hills in toasty hues of umber and red. The light was dimming and quickly, soon night would fall, a quarter moon, dark and heavy with the weight of summer. It was a moment to sit back and enjoy, to appreciate the beauty of and the variety of nature. However there was only one there to see it, at that particular spot on the downs, and he had no interest in beauty, natural or otherwise.
Hawkbit the young rabbit buck had been feeling the heat of summer for a long time. He lived in a crowded, nearly all-male warren and breeding season had passed a month before with him not seeing so much as the flick of a doe's tail, as expected. His options for company were not grand, either a disinterested rabbit or an objectionable mouse. Excluding his fellow bucks of course, but that just raised so very many questions. As it was he'd managed to slip away in the later half of the afternoon for some time to himself. This didn't particularly help his situation, but it avoided embarrassments.
And so it was, as the light faded and the sky turned from deep blue to crimson red to the empty black of night, that the rabbit say at the apex of a rolling hill consumed with unextinguished desire, his body hot, sweating through his coat. He'd been trying to ignore the feeling all day, well for weeks in fact, but it flared up and refused to go away. He'd thought that perhaps a brisk walk would take his mind off of things, but now that there was nobody else around there was very little to stop him from... taking care of matters. He wasn't exactly fond of doing anything out in the open air, but his hormones had snuck up on him and he was finding it very hard to resist giving in long enough to find someplace more secluded.
He sat, looking down at the grass and scowling, his erect shaft bobbing gently in his vision, very prominent and very needy. He was slowly losing the debate with himself over whether to simply jerk off where he sat. On the one paw he was highly aroused, but on the other there was always the chance someone was watching and being out in the open was such a vulnerable position to be in. And an arousing one, for some reason he couldn't for the life of him fathom. Someone could easily come across him in his compromised state and there was no telling what they could do... The thought excited him somehow, in a way he hadn't thought of before. That would be a bit of luck wouldn't it? Some doe from a distant warren out for a stroll, like him, the two meeting and her noticing his... impressive stature. Falling over herself in her fervent desire to breed with him. The idea only spurred him onwards, stoking the fires that burned within him.
Of course, his mind interjected, more likely would be a buck. Either one from his own warren out to check up on him, or some patrol from a probably hostile warren nearby. And it would be highly unlikely that they would be quite so welcoming as his imaginary doe. Although...
A new train of thought began to take shape in his lust-addled mind. A buck could be interesting, it wasn't like he was completely inexperienced with them after all. Especially one like himself, from a distant warren out for a little fun... His mind began to conjure up images as he shut his eyes and tried to imagine a possible partner, a bit unsure, like himself, but equally needy and ready to explore unusual options. He imagined the approach, cautious and hesitant, awkward hops and the flash of turgid pink flesh betraying his mate's true condition, embarrassment and hesitancy slowly giving way to mutual desire.
He fell onto all fours, gripping the grass tightly in his paws and curling his toes as it brushed delicately over his sensitive length. He crouched low to the ground, rubbing gently against it in slow, swaying thrusts as if trying to breed the hills themselves. In his mind he saw the buck likewise crouched, tail flagged high, a tight pink pucker exposed as the grey buck hopped forward, ready to mount...
A sudden sensation on his hindquarters made him yelp, his eyes shooting open in surprise as he almost fell over, looking around wildly. Someone had grabbed him, he was sure of it; put their paw on his flanks. Was that pawprints in the grass? Did he see a pair of long ears, just for a moment? But no, there was nobody there, not a sound bar the quiet hiss of the wind. The pawprints were his, the glimpsed rabbit nothing more then a rogue memory. He still couldn't quite shake the feeling of being watched, as if there was someone there, hiding and observing him. Madness! He was completely alone; had he perhaps got so wrapped up in his daydream that he'd imagined another's touch? Impossible surely, in his fantasy he was the one mounting, he'd have it no other way. Or would he?
He bit his lip and looked around nervously, as if still worried someone might see or somehow read his thoughts. It wasn't that he was averse to being mounted himself, exactly. It was just not something that really sat well with his projected personality of aloof masculinity. Relaxing slightly he began to entertain the thought. After all nothing said his partner would have to play doe, he could well see himself handle a curious buck. It would be something, to be the first mate of a bigger male; could be great fun, though he'd never admit it to anyone, not even himself. Again his mind set to work, conjuring images from his hidden dreams. Someone like Bigwig perhaps, only not as grumpy and commanding. A bit like Strawberry perhaps with his soft fur and quiet strength. He crouched low, pressing against the grass once more, but this time lifting his tail, exposing its white underside to the world, a clear signal that he knew nobody would see.
His thoughts painted a picture of the approaching male, hopping up briskly behind him, he imagined the sounds of slow, steady footsteps on the soft down grass, the faint scent of musk in the air slowly growing stronger. He inhaled slowly, having held his breath without thinking, and could swear that he scented another buck, close and hot, for real. But there was nobody there. He shut his eyes again and dipped back into the fantasy, his rising heat awakening familiar instincts, drowning out the world as his growing need became more prominent. This time when he felt a brushing against his fur he accepted it, the buck in his mind's eye reaching out a paw to stroke along his flank, admiring the curve of his body and his athletic build. Another paw joined the first, grasping the opposite side of his hindquarters and slowly moving forward, holding him in an uncertain, but strengthening embrace.
He felt a heaviness beginning to hang from him as his partner slowly moved forward, putting more and more of their weight on him, pushing his chest and shoulders down. He found himself crouching in compliance, his chestfur brushing the ground as his plush rump pushed up higher to compensate, putting it at perfect mounting height. The lewdness of the act excited him further, sparks of pleasure and trepidation surging through his body, making him tingle all over, heightening his senses and sensitivity. He ached for release, his shaft flexing and jerking at the slightest touch, even a stray breeze, beginning to leak a thin stream of pre, unable to hold back any longer. His tail twitched and he felt his ring tense, as if desirous of something to press against it. His dream buck has mounted him now, already hard and eager, a surprisingly thick cock dangling between his legs, aimed squarely at the buck's rosebud as heavy paws fell over his shoulders, gripping tufts of fur and tugging. Several short hops bought the two forms close together, a heavy pair of nuts slapping against his own as the rock hard cock pressed in under his tail, brushing against fur and sensitive skin.
The fantasy began to consume his concentration as his surroundings faded away. The experience was almost real to him now and he gasped as he felt a pressure on his rear, something hot and hard being held against him, bucking back and forth in short, sharp motions. He began to pant and gasp, the blood rushing through his veins, his heart a-flutter as he pushed back against the imaginary buck. There was a feeling of tension and pressure and Hawkbit yelped in shock and surprise as he felt his tailhole quiver and spasm and gape. He was too far gone to question himself as he felt a thick, rigid length enter into him in one smooth, invading thrust. His body rocked and jerked as it was slammed into, again and again, endless inches penetrating him deep, widening his tight opening and filling him utterly.
Already overcome with lust and need he felt his own cock twitch and spurt, thin bursts of pre splattering onto the ground and staining the grass. He grit his teeth and stifled a moan as he felt himself somehow being spread wider, impaled on a massive length. He could hear the slow, solid slaps of his mate against him, each soft sound pressing him forward with enough force to threaten to push him over. His insides burned with pleasure, opened and stretched, pushed to their limits by the invading male. His mind started to blank, the visions of his partner fading, replaced only by sounds, scents and sensations. He moaned like a doe in heat, tongue lolling out of a gaping mouth, panting hotly in the humid air. Each breath drew in a snoutful of his own potent musk, full of maleness and need and, he imagined, that of another. His head spun and his vision blurred as his pulse pounded in his ears, mirroring the violent thrusts that seemed to slam him into the ground. The world grew ever more distant and then, with a strange sort of flicker, it changed. The heat and musk and hormones all came together and the images in Hawkbit's head seemed to dance before him, moving out into the world. Suddenly he found himself beneath a strange buck, vaguely shaped like a rabbit, long, strident back legs pushing forward, driving a thick length into the submissive bun's behind, large ears pointing to the sky, but it wasn't like any rabbit that could possibly be real. His coat was a yellow-tan, spotted purple and his eyes were inky pools that drank the fading light. A deep panting eachoed in the rabbit's ears as his partner made a strange almost chirping growl, gritting his teeth and fighting Hawkbit's tightly clenching ring, forcing himself deeper against the crushing pressure, lubricated now by quick, but surprisngly voluminous bursts of hot fluid inside the stretched asshole. With another quivering flicker the apparation was gone, though the intense feelings remained. The buck didn't question this; he was too close to the edge already.
He knew he wouldn't last long, he'd been so close already and the sensations were so powerful, so overwhelming that he felt as if he might cum at any moment. He felt his legs give out from under him as the sheer force of the illusory thrusts pressed him into the grass, almost flat on his stomach. So pinned the vigorously fucking meat only dove deeper, reaching his very core. He cried out in ecstasy, a sharp, high note, more a helpless bleat of pure pleasure than a bold mating cry. He felt his dick tense, tingle and finally burst forth with a spurt of hot jizz, the sticky fluid bursting forth and splattering onto the ground, his throbbing cock being coated in it as his body was moved back and forth across the grass by the sheer force of each thrust. He bucked and squirmed into the tickling green blades, hips trying to thrust, his whole body on fire but somehow held down as he screwed his eyes shut and moaned deeply with each penetration, like a needy slut.
And still it went on, as if only fueled by his ongoing climax, a massive length plunging into his stretched and violated passage over and over, each time drawing another pleasured moan, another burst of hot rabbit seed, the pace somehow building and growing ever faster, not letting him flag for a moment but pushing him to new heights even as his mind drowned in the sheer pleasure of it. Finally there was one last, deep, burying buck, his body jerking and clenching around the impossibly thick intrusion before a powerful torrent of heat burst from it, exploding inside him like a firework, starting out under his tail and spreading outwards as if filling every inch of him with its warmth. And it went on, not a pulse or a spurt but a constant stream, like a hose turned on full blast, pumping him ever more full of the boundless heat, stretching him from tip to tail. His eyes crossed as his frenzied moans ran together, shattering and trailing off to a single gurgling whimper as the incredible sensation combined with his own climax to utterly overcome his mind. As the jagged peak of pleasure spiked and rose, carrying him with it, Hawkbit could just barely make out the strange buck from before, teeth clenched and working him hard, hips jackhammering into the soft warm hole, eyes squeezed shut in effort. A second later it vanished and with it Hawkbit's last thread of coherent thought.
The sensation went on and on, how long Hawkbit couldn't tell. Slowly his senses came back to him and the world returned to normalcy. He found himself panting heavily, sprawled on the grass, hot and sticky, totally spent. There was a sticky mess beneath him, smeared across his softening shaft and crotch, some spurts even having gone so far as to paint his chest. He felt strange, as intense as his fantasy had been it was as if he'd actually been mated. But once again there was nobody there, even in the dim light he could tell he was completely alone. Shaking his head and getting slowly to his feet he haphazardly stumbled off. It would be some time before he noticed his gaping rear and the fluid that leaked from it.