Here we have two very special bunnies from the Watership Down TV series. Fiver and Silverweed both have a gift that allows them to have visions, and they can even enter each others minds and can see what the other one sees, and know what the other one knows.
So this instantly gives a reason to ship these two, and I have to say, I think they are very cute together!
Me and the Bird decided to do a collab together on this one, which means you get a story with it as a bonus :)
The drawing and story were both inspired by the Episode 'The Eyes of Silverweed'. This takes place as Silverweed is sleeping, and begins to dream. It's like an alternate version of the episode.
Drawing is done by Me, and the Story was written by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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The Hole of Silverweed
"Silverweed... Silverweed..."
The pale gray buck floated through a strange dreamscape. One moment it was forest, then a deep burrow, then endless green fields. He moved while sitting still, walked while floating. This was far better than what he usually saw when he slept, but something wasn't entirely right; a tickle in the back of his mind that wouldn't quite go away. If he'd been awake maybe he would have understood what it was; he'd been reaching out to another mind, one so like his own. That had left a connection, and what could go one way could go the other. And now, now he had left the land of wakefulness, where he was in control and surrounded by fri- allies. Now he was alone, and vulnerable and the one he'd been hunting was not.
The rabbit dreamed.
"Silverweed..."
The voice was quiet, but insistent. It repeated his name, over and over. It had been distant, but was closer now. When he turned he could see himself being pursued, a form in the distance growing ever clearer. It was Fiver, the brown buck through whose eyes he had tried to spy the world just mere hours ago. He was bounding through the changing void, altering it now to suit himself. Their minds were so alike, was it any wonder he'd been able to so quickly learn this trick? The silver buck ran, but the outcome was already obvious. The world twisted and shifted around them as they ran, filling with half-forgotten memories, old daydreams and idle thoughts. But he could stay ahead, Fiver was a quick learner, that was true, but he had raw talent. He just needed to concentrate, to wake himself and alert the General.
"No."
There was a sudden restriction and Silverweed tumbled forward. He tried to kick out, but his hind legs were somehow locked together. He tumbled through the air, head over heels, before falling heavily onto what passed for ground here. The dreamscape shifted and solidified, becoming nearly real, trapping him in place. In shock, he tried to right himself, only able to scrabble with his forepaws onto all fours. Looking back he saw that his hind legs had been bound, by some strange artifice. It was a thick, solid bar of metal; the same stuff that had made up the silver-wired snares near his old warren. Two rings of the same unbreakable stuff clamped around each leg, just above the foot, holding them wide apart and linked to each other, so that running or even walking would be nearly impossible. The whole strange device had no joints or cracks or weaknesses. It would bind him until its dreamer, Fiver, banished it back to the unconscious world of thoughts from where he'd conjured it.
And that likely wouldn't be soon; now the chase was over. So restrained Silver couldn't get far. This was a dream, but no longer his dream, and he'd have to play by the brown buck's rules. Fiver caught up with him easily, approaching more slowly and cautiously than the gray rabbit would have expected.
"Silverweed, stop. You can't do this, what you've been doing. Invading another's mind is wrong."
"I know. I don't want to, but I have to."
He'd started it. He hadn't wanted to, really he hadn't. But the General had commanded him; and what you were commanded, you did. All his life he'd done things he hadn't wanted to, that was just the way things were, the only way they could be. Fiver didn't seem to understand that for some reason.
"You don't."
"I do, my Master has commanded me. I... I have to warn him! General? General Woundwort! Are you there?!"
Fiver had got to him, he had to, had to tell the General. He had to be warned that the Watership Down rabbits could use him, maybe even control him. He couldn't wake himself, not yet, but that might not be necessary. If he were just yelled loud enough then his sleeping body would too, alerting the guards. When they woke him, Fiver or not, they'd pull him from this place and he could properly tell them what was going on. He-
"General! Gen-"
"No!"
Another command. Silverweed's shout was cut off midway as... something appeared in his mouth. His eyes crossed as he focused on it; it was bright red, like a raspberry, round like a ball and just large enough to completely fill his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but two dark gray straps sprouted from it, writhing like vines. They reached back, wrapping around his head and connecting behind his ears. He felt them pull tight, forcing the rubbery sphere further into his muzzle. He bit down hard, feeling his teeth sink into it, but it did nothing to damage the strange object. He was completely gagged and unable to say a thing, in this place or anywhere else. He fell forward, his forelegs giving out beneath him and dropping his muzzle towards the dirt as they tucked neatly between his hind paws. Now he was completely helpless and immobile, rump raised embarrassingly into the air as his captor looked on in mild surprise and shock. Had he really just done this?
What a strange... thing. What kind of creatures could dream something like it up? Man most likely, it looked like one of their created things. Despite himself Silver was impressed, had Fiver really pulled it from their thoughts? Just how far could he push his mind? More worryingly, what happened now? It seemed like the time for discussion had well and truly passed. Fiver walked around him gingerly, examining his bound pose and thinking.
"Alright, you're not going to stop, are you? Not since your master has ordered you. And we both have to wake up sooner or alter."
Silverweed said nothing, obviously, but his expression indicated agreement. Fiver paused, sinking deeper into thought.
"Alright then. Well I'm your master now, and I'm... commanding you not to. You... you're to leave Darkhaven and come with us. You can join our warren and never have to do anything like this again."
Silver sighed, or tried to. I didn't work like that.
"We'll help you, me and some friends are coming there right now. We'll help you escape."
Was he telling the truth? It didn't matter. You did what you were commanded and your loyalty, or at least your obedience, was to your Master, whoever they were and whatever they wanted. And you didn't just do what anyone said. Maybe Fiver meant well, but he wasn't in charge, here or anywhere else. The gray buck knew he could do nothing but obey the General and the other rabbit seemed to know this. Once again he lapsed into silence, considering his options. Eventually, he seemed to reach a decision.
"I see. Woundwort's your master isn't he? Nothing I say will change that, will it? Actions speak louder than words."
Of course. He was understanding. To Silver's surprise the younger buck's expression changed, hardened slightly with determination. He stomped a foot on the ground and the sound echoed out loudly in this slightly unreal place, devoid of all other sounds. The brown buck circled him, eventually walking behind, where Silver couldn't quite see. But he heard the determined tone in Fiver's voice when he spoke next.
"If I can't take you through words then I'll take you by force. I don't want to, but I will, for my warren."
For a moment or two Silverweed was confused. Fiver was no fighter and attacks in this place weren't physical. Their minds could clash, but he'd be able to hold off the younger buck, possibly indefinitely. He was too strong, had been doing this too long. The Watership rabbit was inexperienced and it was folly to think that a battle of wills could be won by him.
"Hazel taught me this, he said it was needed to keep certain people in line. It certainly works on captain Bigwig, that's for sure."
The names meant little to him, but the sudden weight that pressed down on his back did. Fiver was pushing him further into the ground, a paw in the curve of his back pushing his chest downwards until it touched the dirt. This forced his hindquarters further into the air, where they met the soft fur of Fiver's underside. The younger buck had mounted him; hopping somewhat unsteadily atop his bent-over body. Bound as he was there was little Silver could do to fight back. This was a familiar position, more or less, to any buck (and most does.) It was used to assert dominance; the one on top declared themselves to be above, both literally and figuratively, the one below; establishing the hierarchy that ruled a warren. Silverweed had been below a lot since arriving at Darkhaven so this was hardly unexpected.
What was unexpected however was the sudden pressure and prodding just beneath his tail. Fiver had managed to rouse himself, in more ways than one, and was now seeking entry. Taken aback Silver's first instinct was resistance; he could feel himself tensing, tight pucker refusing to allow the probing member entrance.
"I'm past talking Silver, I'll make myself your master one way or another."
Fiver got a grip, both on his mind and on Silverweed, two arms gripping around the gray buck's chest and pulling him back at the same time the top rabbit's hips pressed forward. The prodding became a steady pressure; the pointed, slick tip of Fiver's member pressing insistently against the quivering pucker. With a glacial slowness it was forced in, inch-by-inch. Silver felt his walls constrict around it, trying to force it out and prevent it from going further. But this only encouraged a surprisingly lewd moan from Fiver, and a small burst of warmth inside the mounted bunny. The Watership rabbit was forcing himself in, using the resistance to stroke his arousal, unceremoniously lubing up the tight passage.
Fiver began to thrust, in short, sharp bursts. Each one buried him deeper into his partner, crammed another inch or two into him, stretched his once tight passage looser and wider. And all the while there was nothing the other lapine could do. He was bound and gagged, reducing to grunting and moaning around the obstruction in his mouth, breathing heavily through his nose as he felt a familiar warmth growing within him. He'd never been much of a fighter and objected to this sort of thing far less than most rabbits he'd known. So this was his plan, not force but pleasure. He'd already lost then; even captain Vervain had managed to take advantage of him like this, and he was almost as low down the pecking order as Silver himself.
Fiver's actions were brusque and perfunctory. This had nothing to do with lust and little with pleasure. He was quite certain the brown buck was enjoying himself; his eyes were closed now and he was breathing heavily, grunting and moaning with every thrust. But he was still pushing himself onward with a purpose. It wasn't long before he'd properly penetrated the older male, hilting himself inside the tight love tunnel. He began to ram and withdraw, slamming his rigid length into the tight posterior, each time earning a shuddering sigh or grunt from Silver, forcefully fucking the sounds out of him. Soon Fiver's forepaws were digging into the ground for traction, the brown bunny having to raise his left hind paw, barely big enough to maintain his position atop the gray buck's rear. Each bucking movement ground Silver further into the dust, pushed him forward with the force of it, filled him with a throbbing maleness that jabbed against a sensitive spot deep within him.
He could feel himself being taken, overcome, dominated. He was being used, not for his own pleasure but for his partner's; a warm hole to be bred and nothing more. The thrusts became more rapid, more needy. He didn't know how pent up Fiver had been, how often he got to release himself or with who, but it was evident that here and now he needed release. And he was going to obtain it by making Silver into his very own personal fucktoy, marking and claiming him. Fiver closed his eyes and tried to increase his pace even further, a tight hole seeming to glide up and down the rabbit's length at a rapid speed, helped along by the sheer volume of sticky pre pouring out of it and into the tight tunnel. He could hear hot, slick sounds as he jacked himself off with his makeshift toy, puffy pink pucker slamming into the base of his length with wet noises each time their hips met with louder lewd sounds. He was burying himself balls deep into the tight, formerly-virgin hole with each bucking thrust of his hips.
Silverweed tilted his head, looking up at the dominant male mounting him, unable to do anything but watch as he was taken and used, roughly and harshly. Fiver grunted and gasped, his coat slick with sweat as he panted with effort, breeding the buck below him as hard as he could. He wanted so badly to fill him with every ounce of seed he had, to pump his jizz inside that tight and eager hole; to make him gasp and yelp and beg for more as he was marked, gag or no. The thoughts seemed to grow hot and heavy, pouring into his balls, boiling and churning inside them as he felt them once more pull up, ready to loose their load. With a sharp, loud cry he came.
"N-NNN-NNNGGGHHH!!!"
There was no warning, no words. Fiver didn't boast or command. There was merely a strained grunt as his pleasure reached its peak and he took what he wanted. Silver's eyes grew wide as he felt the thick shaft hilt deep inside him and begin to throb and stiffen further as the rabbit started to rock his hips back and forth against the older buck's own. Fiver's heavy balls slapped against the gray buck's own pair as the last hammering thrust slammed into him, he thrust vigorously a few times, to stop at one last powerful buck. The dominating male almost growled as the first massive burst of lapine seed was shot out into Silver's insides in a burning, heated torrent. He could feel the massive volume of hot, thick seed being forced into him as he was made to take every last drop spurting from the flexing bunny cock. The poor rabbit could feel each blast shooting into him with the same amount of force as the previous load. But Fiver was far from done as the buck was suddenly gripped even more tightly, a sharp pain at the nape of his neck as the brown buck bent down and bit it, feral instinct taking over in one central, climactic act of dominance that said, without words, 'You are mine now. Hugged tight by Fiver's legs and forced down into his musky warm crotch, the buck kept his doe snugly in his rightful place beneath him and proceeded to shoot off as much as he could into his new toy.
It was only slowly that massive loads began to decrease in volume, a seemingly endless supply of hot jizz poured into the older male, making his stomach swell and his head spin. It could have been five minutes, it could have been ten, but still seed was squirted into him, now in a far more manageable stream that simply tricked out into his spasming hole. Still somewhat shocked at the rapid change of pace the buck was barely able to pay attention; he might have expected something to leak from him as the topping buck emptied himself into him; but that thick stream of cum was only going one place, deep inside him, and it was going to stay there. The tight seal made by the broad base of the shaft in his ass prevented him from losing so much as a drop of the sticky fluid; the entire load was kept securely in his insides now which seemed as full and hot as Fiver's balls had been just minutes before. With barely a pause to rest Fiver stumbled backwards, falling awkwardly off of the nearly identically sized male, leaving a thin streak of glistening white on the ground between them as his shaft shot off the last few bursts of its load, splattering them onto the gray buck's coat, painting and marking him as Fiver's forever.
Fiver stepped back to examine his handiwork. There wasn't a whole lot of mess, all things considered. Maybe that was just the nature of dreams or maybe it was because he'd never been a particularly... voluminous buck. Maybe his new little doe could just take it, he'd certainly had enough practice if the flashes that had run through his mind as he'd been fucked had been any indication. Silver's tailhole still gaped slightly, and likely would for some time. Fiver caught his breath, thinking for a second. The gag vanished, allowing a much relieved Silverweed to gulp in big breaths of air at long last. Still, the buck hadn't managed to get off, moaning pitifully and submissively before him. His own cock was twitching and throbbing, jerking up every time its tip brushed against the ground, triggering a burst of sensitivity. The brown buck grinned, feeling an unfamiliar sense of confidence. He lifted a footpaw, rubbing it against the underside of Silver's aching shaft.
"So... who am I?"
"F.... Fiiiiv-aaaaAAAHH!"
"Try again."
"Nnnf.... my Master."
"Good. And you'll do what I say?"
"Y...yes."
"You're damn right you will. Now..."
Now, well... why not? Since he'd accepted his place and was no longer a threat to their warren it was only fair. The young buck stepped forward, raising a paw and pushing it into the warm, loose hole. There was an answering squeak from Silver, but no words, his eyes going wide in surprise as he was once again penetrated. Fiver pressed in deeper, firmly violating the quivering sphincter and feeling the warmth of his emission in his paw as it sank into the wrist. Silverweed moaned like the complete and utter bitch he was.
"You're mine. My little bitch, my little doe. Me and my friends are coming for you, you'll leave Darkhaven and you'll come to our warren. You'll call me Fiver, like everyone else, but..."
Fiver leaned forward, nipping the buck's ear almost hard enough to draw blood, nearly growling as he spoke. Paw still buried in his bitch he twisted it slightly, feeling a receptive softness that indicated the sensitive bulb or pleasure buried in every male. He flexed his digits, tickling it slightly as Silver's eyes rolled back in his head. If he hadn't been so low to the ground already he would have collapsed, his shaft going rigid and losing a heavy load of sticky pre between his legs.
"You will come when I call you and cum when I tell you. You will do what I say when I say it and every night we're going to see just what fun things I can dream up for you. Is that clear?"
He moved his paw again. There was no coherent response from Silverweed save for a quiet whimper.
* * *
Dandelion had been left alone with Fiver, to guard him from anything unexpected while the others ventured closer to Darkhaven on their mission to abduct their seer. He wasn't much at home with the whole 'magic' thing and had been uneasy from the start. Things had only got more awkward when the young buck had shut his eyes and started muttering. He'd tried very hard, very hard indeed, to avoid listening to what was being said. Eventually he'd had to avert his eyes too, and hop off a short distance to pretend nothing particularly odd had been happening. He certainly hadn't expected some sort of mental tussle to devolve into... that; but maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised. His brother did it all the time of course, and it worked wonders on captain Bigwig.
And things seemed to have cooled down now; there was still a very evident sticky mess on the grass near the brown buck, but his eyes were open and he'd stopped moaning. Slowly, making sure that everything really had settled down, Dandelion hopped forward.
"So... it's uh.. over then?"
"Yes."
"You... beat Silverweed? He's coming?"
Fiver nodded, distractedly, and waved a paw in the air, seeming to jab at it slightly.
"Oh yes... he's cumming alright."