One thing is for sure..... well okay two things.
One, Blackberry is really good at match making!
And two, Strawberry has never been fucked like this before, Campion is a lot bigger than most bucks he hangs with. I think its safe to assume Strawberry will never forget this moment.
This is actually an idea that Me, \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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This is also My first time drawing Strawberry too. I have drawn almost all the main cast of the movie. The only bun left out of the main characters I still have left to do is Bigwig. And of course there are a few other characters I might draw too, like maybe something with Keehar :P
Maybe I'll pair Keehar with Bigwig or something, since they have a lot of moments and hugs together in the series.
Anyways, drawing is done by Me, and the story was written by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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Enjoy ^^
A First Time For Everything
The tunnel was cold, stony and dark. It was in fact a cave, but to the rabbit that hopped boldly through it such a word was unknown. To him it was merely 'the big tunnel that led to Watership Down'. He moved quickly but ponderously, for he had an important, but regrettable meeting at its end.
For some time now he had been meeting in secret with members of Watership Down, a small and recently arrived warren that, by all rights, should have been merged with Efrafa, his own. But he'd been questioning a lot about himself lately. It wasn't exactly betraying his warren and his chief he told himself, he was just... being cautious. So he met and exchanged information with the handful of rabbits that made up the rival warren, ensuring the two... stayed out of each other's way.
But he'd picked up the special attentions of the warren's healer, Blackberry. A very companionable doe that he knew harbored strong feelings for him. It was this which was regrettable and caused him to take his time, even as his destination neared. For he knew, deep in his heart that those feelings were not mutual, and he wasn't sure why.
Duty was straightforward about this sort of thing; as a member of the Efrafan owsla he was within his rights to take any doe in the warren as he wished. And it was every buck's prerogative to find a mate appropriate to his station, breed her and raise strong kits. That was how the warren grew, how nature worked. It had been that way since the dawn of time and would be till the world's end.
And yet... and yet that was not how he felt. He had always been, first and foremost, a defender of his warren. There had never been any time, and more importantly no desire, for female companionship. While other bucks boasted of their conquests, pinned after beautiful does and were endlessly distracted by the own hormones, Campion had always soldiered on, always been reliable no matter what. It was something that had elevated him to the status of captain, and joint second in command. (With another captain who had led a similar life, more because no doe would dare occupy the same tunnel as him for more than ten seconds.)
So now he was mere minutes away from meeting with the poor doe, meeting she had arranged, with very definite hints about 'companionship' and 'reward for your assistance.' He knew enough about the ways of the opposite sex to understand what that meant. He could, of course, bluff his way through it. Certainly he'd never mounted a doe before, but he was pretty sure he knew the basics. (Certainly in his time at Efrafa he'd stumbled across enough furtive pairings to have seen the entire process start to finish.) But that would only put off the inevitable, string her along a while longer and make things harder for the both of them. There was no flame there, no desire. When he looked at her, as with all does he only saw another rabbit, nothing more.
As if to underline his thoughts, there she was. The slate gray doe came into view around a bend; sitting next to another doe, who was a solid caramel brown. His bounds slowed even further as he approached, his mouth going dry. He had always been a buck of honor and principle and didn't much relish the prospect of letting down someone with such a fine character. Nevertheless it had to be done. He hopped to a stop about a foot away from her, ignoring her companion for the moment as he sought for the right words to say. She broke the silence first, her voice full of its usual optimistic cheerfulness.
"Ah, there you are! We've been waiting for you."
"Yes, sorry. You know how it is; if patrols are late I can't get away easily."
"Of course, no harm done."
"Look, about this meeting... I... I know you have good intentions and admire me a great deal but-"
"-You're not interested in me in that way. We don't have a future."
There was a stunned silence.
"Y-yes. You knew?"
"To be frank, I would be surprised if you were. It was pretty obvious from the way you acted, from the moment we met."
Campion blinked. His entire train of thought hadn't just been derailed, but the tacks torn up and sold for scrap. This changed everything; it was a massive, almost indescribable relief to know he wouldn't have to go through the difficult process of letting down a doe, but it also raised endless questions that he was hesitant to ask. After all, if she knew she had no chance with him then-
"Then... why this? Why the meeting?"
"I told you; it's also blindingly obvious you need some companionship, Efrafa's not the place for that sort of thing. And we need to foster some closer ties between our warrens, I think."
"But not with you. Not with any doe I've met. Are you... are you suggesting your friend? I'm sorry, but I don't think I care much for her either."
Blackberry smiled; a small, almost secretive expression, as if she were in on some sort of subtle joke at the buck's expense. Her partner seemed a bit put out, looking awkwardly at the floor. She was certainly cuter than Blackberry, for reasons he wasn't quite able to articulate. But he didn't even know her; if the suggestion was that he pair with a strange doe then the healer knew him far less well than she supposed.
"Oh, I don't know. I think you'll find 'she' is unlike any doe you've met before."
There was something about the way Blackberry spoke. She knew something that had eluded him, his keen soldier's senses picked up that much. Campion frowned, looking over the new doe again. There was something off, something different about her, but he couldn't quite put his paw on it. She refused to meet his gaze, but that was nothing new; in Efrafa it was often bad news to stare at an officer and most rabbits kept their heads down and their mouths shut. This doe had a similar demeanor, quiet, slightly withdrawn. Not the same as in Efrafa, possibly more shyness than trepidation. He certainly couldn't smell any fear on her, in fact he could smell...
"That's a buck." he said plainly.
"'That' is Strawberry, a new arrival in our warren and someone that I think is more to your liking than I am. A bit regrettable, for me at least, but I think you two will get on just fine."
"But he's a buck."
"So you said... is that a problem?"
Again Campion blinked. Of course it was a problem! She may as well have suggested a tree for companionship! The way of the world was buck and doe; anything else was impossible, there was just no way. And yet... and yet a hiden part of him raised an objection; asked if that truly had to be the case. The rabbits of Watership Down were known for their strange and new ways of doing things; could they possibly know something he didn't? And if they did, could he do it? Did he even want to? Somehow the prospect of being with a buck was not as daunting as he'd expected. It was even... strangely alluring.
"I don't really see HOW-"
"Strawberry knows, his old warren dealt with that sort of thing all the time. Their leader Cowslip was... quite the fellow. So anyway, I'll leave you two alone to get acquainted. Have fun and all that!"
And with that she was gone, bounding off into the dark in the direction of her warren. This left Campion and the strange buck alone together, and the prospect terrified him for reasons he couldn't quite articulate. Possibly it was because he was expected to do something, something he had no idea about, or even how to start. Strawberry was looking at him out of the corner of his eyes, trying see while not being seen. The silence now that Blackberry was gone stretched out, second after agonizing second. He knew he'd have to say something or they'd never move from that spot.
"So... ... you agreed to this?"
"Oh! Oh yes. It- it's nothing new. Not to me."
"Still, it's not often that a doe- buck! A buck would offer themselves like this."
"Well it is for the good of the warren, and I'm not really useful for much right now, I've got a lot to learn about 'the hard life'. Also um... well you're... really quite... well attractive."
The buck had been mumbling when he started; his words dwindled away as he spoke, ending in a murmurr that was barely audible. But the last words hit the captain like a punch to the gut. He was utterly shocked, mostly at himself. Bucks complemented him all the time of course; he took good care of himself and was certainly an exception specimen of rabbit strength and agility. It was never anything too personal; indeed he took great pride in inspiring others to push themselves harder, to not just admire him but to imitate his conduct. Yet somehow this hesitant praise had affected him deeply. Surely it couldn't be because of why the two were there to begin with? Why did that change anything?
"Ah. Well. Uh, you are... you are..."
His mind went blank, trying to think of how to respond. His first instinct was to return the compliment, but he was unsure as to just how to do so. Looking over the buck he sought for some clue as to what would be an appropriate characteristic to praise. And it was then he realized just how true Blackberry's words had been. The male was unlike anyone he'd met before. In Efrafa there were two kinds of buck, those in the owsla who were known for their strength and brutality, and those who weren't, known for being quiet and weak. But Strawberry was something else.
He was... softer, more mellow than any buck he'd seen before. That might have been why he'd originally mistaken him for a doe. While food wasn't scarce in Efrafa, there wasn't exactly an excess. This rabbit evidently ate very well; while not reall fat as such, his body was a collection of gentle, undulating curves. He pushed forth a testing paw which padded exploratively into his side as Campion marveled at how it sank so very softly into the long, luxuriant coat. Even his fur was velvety, far finer and more silky than anything he'd seen before. It has a healthy sheen to it, even in the dim underground light. He couldn't resist running his paw through it, feeling the satiny texture as it ran through his rough claws. Strawberry shivered slightly under his caresses as the buck stepped closer.
Wherever the buck hailed from it most certainly wasn't Watership Down; he seemed almost shockingly healthy. The captain leaned closer, investigating his scent to confirm his suspicions. There was a lot you could tell about someone by their scent; age, sex, emotion. In a way you could read their mind. And Strawberry, Strawberry smelled incredibly well off; perfectly fed and cared for. There was the expected scent of maleness underlying everything, but far more subdued and subtle than any buck he knew. It was blurred and relaxed, there wasn't a hint of the fear or stress that so often surrounded residents of his own warren. His diet was strange too from what he could tell; though a little muted he could scent intriguing undercurrents of flayrah, lettuce and berries eaten recently, rarities for most rabbits, even officers. As for emotion... there was a tension there, not fear, not quite... but something else, familiar but not intimately so to the captain. Was it... yes it was! Arousal. Strawberry gasped.
Campion stepped back in shock, unaware that his thoughts had led him to bury his nose so deeply in the coat of the strange rabbit. He'd been so completely distracted that he hadn't noticed how very close he'd got to his companion; the two were sitting side by side now, the officer looming over the more withdrawn male. He wanted to apologize, yet somehow couldn't find the words. It was almost annoying how the stranger seemed to steal his voice. He wanted to apologize for the strange way he was acting, the foolish things he was doing. But at the same time...
At the same time he wanted to continue. He didn't want to back off, but to get closer. He didn't know how, but he wanted things to progress. Almost aghast he interrogated his own feelings. Was... was it possible that he did indeed want to mate with this buck? To his growing amazement the very idea sent a shiver of anticipation through him, arcing up his spine. It made him curl his toes and prick his ears, an alien tingling sensation began between his legs and to his horror he noticed the very start of an erection, the very tip of his member emerging from its sheath. Now he spoke, his words stuttering out as he blushed beneath his fur, growing hot with embarrassment and the inappropriateness of the situation.
"I... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-"
"No, no it's fine. This is how it happens. It's natural; there's no need to fight it."
Strawberry shifted position, hopping around to face him, eyes very clearly on the officer's junk. His sheath was now quite prominent, swelling with his arousal as another inch of thick pinkness emerged from it. He was well aware too that the bulge between his paws, even when naroused, was impressive; he had quite the pair and had herd envious whispers about it behind his back. Now the very fact that he was being observed in such a compromised state embarrassed him further, yet sent more sparks of arousal through him. The two rabbits watched as his length grew and hardened; jerking out into the cool air with every pounding beat of his pulse that rang in his ears. A thick, powerful wave of musk wafted from it, indicating how very long it had been since the buck had had a chance to deploy it, not being a fan of self pleasure. (Not when there was training to do.) The scent of strong, domminant malesness filled the air, embracing the two bucks as it spread. There was a quiet, impressed gasp from Strawberry as the cock continued to grow, jutting up between the rabbit's legs.
"Oh... oh my. That's... I've never seen one that big before. Not ever."
Again the compliment hit the captain powerfully. He wasn't sure how he managed to blush even harder than he was already, but he was almost sweating with heat as he saw the smaller buck, gaze fixed on his member, seemingly entranced by it. A butterscotch paw reached out catiously, as if the rigid rod were red hot and reached for the magnificent length. Campton gasped as it made contact; it was the first time in his life that he'd felt another rabbit's paws there. Strawberry's grip was explorative and soft, even his pawfur being silken smooth. He ran his paws slowly up and down the thick shaft, admiring its sheer size and firmness, squeezing gently at the very tip and tugging at it, watching it bend forward slightly in his grasp before flicking resolutely upright as soon as he let go. The entire time the captain fought back the urge to moan, an unbelievable pleasure surging through his cock as the caramel buck played with him.
"Nnnf. Could... could you not..."
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I should have asked!"
"No, no it's fine. I... I want you to continue... it's just... I've never done anything like this before."
"Oh. Well... it's not too hard really. It's just like with does. I... can show you if you'd like."
"No, I understand the position, but... how? You don't... I mean we both have..."
"Well uh... well how about I take my position and you can go from there?"
Campion's words trailed off for the umpteenth time that day as Strawberry's ever-reassuring tone served to soothe his apprehension - a little. He really did want to proceed - oh Frith he did he ever so very much. As strange as it was, this buck was so wonderfully alluring to him. His instincts, calling from the dark, feral corners of his brain, purred and growled at him, driving him forward. Images of a hunched buck, in breeding position flickered through his mind, making his loins burn with eagerness. But what, exactly, would he do? Straw was a buck, not a doe, there was nowhere to go.
To his surprise and supreme pleasure Strawberry bought his fantasy to life, hopping in front of him, then turning away. His front paws went down and his hind up as he raised his rear and lifted his tail with practiced ease. This was of course the classic submission position, a doe beneath waiting for a buck above. He swallowed heavily, his mouth going dry at the prospect; eager, but still confused as to how to proceed. Strawberry silently encouraged him, waving his hindquarters slowly back and forth in a surprisingly seductive fashion. His tail flicked and flagged, bringing attention to something that owsla captain hadn't noticed before.
Just beneath the cotton tail was, of course a tight pink pucker, something in possession of all rabbits, buck or doe. It looked surprisingly warm and inviting, surrounded by the same soft fur as the rest of the rabbit, a pale ivory white that spread between his legs and along his underbelly. It contrasted and highlighted his back entrance exquisitely, perfectly cared for just like the bun as a whole. Vague memories came back to the captain, rumors and jokes and boasts he'd heard in the tunnels. Yes... when having kits was an issue some of the bucks had mentioned another way of doing things. And yes.. some had suggested, usually in joking or insulting terms, that another buck could play doe in that situation. It was, of course, rumor and hearsay, he'd never seen anything of the like... but it was worth a try, surely?
He stepped up to Strawberry slowly, taking his time amid concerns about doing things right. He stopped when he felt the exquisite brush of downy fur against his erect buckhood, his hips thrusting forward slightly on pure instinct. Each movement caused a wavering gasp as his breath caught in his throat. His thick meat tucked in neatly between the makeshift doe's legs, leaving a think streak of pre in his fur as it did so. Strawberry murred and pressed back against him, the sensation intensifying as he did so, making up Campion's mind for him. It was now or never.
"Mmmmnnnn yes... please continue..."
The captain needed no more invitation as he reared up to his full height, stepping up and leaning forward as two heavy paws came firmly down on his partner's back as he securely mounted. Now the very tip of his dick was pressing insistently just beneath the welcomingly raised tail, prodding at the tight pucker that lay there. For a second he wondered if that was how it felt to mount a doe in the more usual fashion, but then lust and instinct conspired as he bucked forward and drove the first inch of his meat into the accepting buck.
"O-oo-ohhh..."
Strawberry let out a quiet moan of pleasure, lilting into higher notes as, with a forceful thrust, Campion pushed forward further, jamming another inch or two inside him. There was absolutely no resistance from his partner as he felt his tight ring expand to encompass him, inner walls enveloping his length with soft a warmth that felt better than anything he'd ever dreamed of before. No wonder bucks were always so preoccupied with sex; who knew it could feel so wonderful? He'd never paw off again, not if this was the alternative.
"Th-that's it c-captain. Deeper... please..."
Campion's claws curled, gripping more firmly on the buck's shoulders as he pulled himself forward. He was slightly larger than Strawberry on the whole and so was soon able to bury his muzzle in the deliciously scented fur on the back of his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut with effort as his hips rammed forward, each time savagely burying more of his rock hard cock inside the velvety, glovelike passage. After half a dozen thrusts he felt his sheath kiss ever-so-softly against the gently quivering entrance, his dick completely hilted inside his mate as a heavy pair of bunny balls slapped softly against his mate's second, smaller set.
"Hhhnnn-a-aaah!"
Mate. The thought shot through his mind like a bolt from the blue. It was novel, unexpected, yet it sent a fresh burst of arousal through the larger buck's body. He felt his cock spasm, jerking inside the warm confines as he let out a growl of mixed pleasure and dominance. Yes, it felt right. It was what, who, he wanted. He was doing this and there was no turning back. Strawberry, the soft buck... he wanted to make him a doe, his mate. He wanted to bury himself inside her as deep as he could, breed her hard until she screamed his name, fill her with his hot seed. He growled again, a harsh, almost feral sound as he pulled back, withdrawing almost his entire length from the quavering doe and letting it sit there, teasing her for a second before he rammed it back in in one harsh, rapid thrust. Strawberry gasped, his eyes going wide as Campion bent down low over him, gripping the fur on his neck in his teeth and growling out.
"Hnnnn... Strawberry I... I want you. I want to breed you. I want you as my doe, now and for all time."
The words were strange and arose from the depths of his lust-addled mind unbidden, Campion could barely believe he was uttering them. But he didn't care, they were true enough. Beneath him Strawberry quivered with pleasure, his body tensing around the invading length that was buried so very deeply inside him, penetrating him to his core. His mouth hung open, panting as his tongue lolled out and his eyes glazed over. Every fiber of his being welcomed the domminating intrusions, begged it to probe deeper, fill him more. When he replied his voice was soft, quiet but very definite.
"It... it would be an honor... sir."
No more needed to be said, the two rabbits had their roles, buck and doe. And what came next was only natural. Campion grunted as he began to thrust, slowly at fist but rapidly building speed. Each long, even buck yanked him almost entirely from the docile doe before slamming him back in to the hilt with driving force that carried every bit of his strength behind it. Each time their hips met there was an audible *smack*, a growl from the buck, a gasp or whimper from his mate. The riding rabbit bit and nibbled at his partner, grabbing tufts of fur in his teeth and tugging firmly, occasionally nibbling at an ear as he held on tightly, claws digging into fur to maintain his grasp as both of their bodies rocked back and forth with the sheer, overwhelming force of his thrusts.
The paired gasps and moans grew louder and more closely spaced as the pace and frenzy increased, ramping up towards an inevitable conclusion as the pair consummated their new relationship; a furious breeding beneath the earth that filled the tunnel with humid heat and the twinned scents of musk and sex. Despite their burning need it took many, many long minutes before either felt the onrushing peak near. Campion's heavy balls sank lower and lower, as if filling out with thick seed as they bounced ponderously against the smaller pair of his partner. Suddenly he felt them draw up in preparation to dump their load, a burning, tingling feeling filling them and spilling over; racing up his juddering shaft, bursting forth as he came at last.
Strawberry cried out, a high, almost wailing moan as he felt the first burning, thick rope of rich rabbit seed burst forth into him. Campion snarled a response, words lost in feral lust as he clamped down, biting the buck's neck almost hard enough to draw blood. The shock caused a yelp from the ridden rabbit and his entire body tensed, wrapping around Campion's meat like a velvet vice. This only drew further bursts of hot jizz from the buck's massive member as it convulsed and spat deep inside the luxuriant love tunnel. Blast after blast of the voluminous load poured into the accepting doe, filling her, stretching her and driving her own climax.
Strawberry's shaft twitched and jerked in sympathetic lust, a mirror of the much more massive member buried within him as his seed was literally forced from him. Each deep buck Campion gave slammed into his prostate, the sheer pressure blasting out another sticky jet of jizz from him that streaked across the stony floor in a burst of white. It had been some time indeed since either male had chance to expend themselves and so the loads kept coming, a truly impressive puddle building between the two as wet slaps narrated each energetic bucking as the orgasm went on and on.
Finally Campion's body gave out; a shivering, sublime pleasure rushing through every fiber of his being as his movements slowed. Eventually it was too much and he ceased, still buried deeply in his partner, panting heavily, both buns trying to catch their breath. He could still feel the occasional spasm and squirm beneath him, Strawberry's body still wracked with the fading sparks of climax as the two lay there, enjoying each other's warmth. They lay together like that for some time as their senses returned and their lusts cooled.
Meanwhile, not too far away a watching gray form panted and cleaned her sticky paw, grinning as she hopped away, secure in the knowledge that her plan had worked.
Finally Campion felt his partner's internal grip loosening. Having spent itself his shaft was retracting, softening up enough for the gentle pressure of the buck below to push him out. He Slowly pulled himself off of his newly minted mate and stepped back, looking over his 'work'. Strawberry's tail had been pressed flat against his back; below it his tailhole gaped, gently quivering as he moved. A thin streak of Campion's seed leaked from it, though most of his load was stored securely inside.
Still breathing heavily Campion nuzzled his muzzle softly against Straw's cheek, the doebuck smiling faintly in response. While not being entirely certain why the captain began to nuzzle and lick his mate's neck gently, carefully smoothing and patting down the ruffled fur there. It was strangely close and enjoyable, especially as Strawberry nuzzled back, purring quietly and shutting his eyes. This was, of course, no way for a pair of bucks to act, unusual even for a mating pair, but Campion brushed the concern aside, continuing to groom his new partner, carefully brushing over her every inch of wonderfully soft fur and occasionally simply burying his muzzle in it to enjoy the entrancing scent. It felt right, so propriety could go hang.
After all, he'd been questioning a lot about himself lately.