This is to be expected, I mean after just being double penetrated by two larger males, your asshole is gonna be pretty gaped for a while :P
Like I said before, Skate REALLY needs to stop running into Hawkbit, that rabbit buck loves taking advantage of smaller animals... or maybe its just Skate he loves taking advantage of? Either way, that Rabbit is kinky!
This pic and story goes along with My previous drawing of these three, which you can see by clicking the link:
https://inkbunny.net/s/1751855
Drawing is done by Me, and the story was written by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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Double Stuffed Squirrel: Second Helping
On the curve of an autumn hill stood two rabbits and one squirrel. The bunny bucks high-fived each other some distance away while the squirrel, stuffed and sticky tried to pick himself up. Looking weakly back over his shoulder he could almost see his gaping and abused tailhole splattered with rich rabbit seed and leaking like a faucet. It gaped lewdly, unlikely to ever be the same for days, if not weeks to come. But the squirelbuck was unable to appreciate his situation for long as one of the lapine pair returned, gray arms folded across his chest as he smirked triumphantly.
"Admiring our work bitch? You should; it's not every doe that get such a hard pounding from two of Watership warren's prime bucks. Sadly you've tired out poor Fiver over there, he needs some time to catch his breath. But don't worry! There's lots we can do all by ourselves to keep entertained. In fact... I know a great game we can play right now! Well... almost... there's just one little problem..."
The gray buck walked languidly around the brushtail, who was struggling to pull himself up from all fours. A strong paw gripped the base of his tail and yanked it up so violently that it almost took the squirrel with it, earning a surprised squeak from its owner as the rabbit Hawkbit looked over his abused rear, tutting with mock disappointment as he watched it quiver and wink.
"Oh dear... oh dear... You're just so very tense! I bet you can feel how tight you are, right up your back here. Before we engage in any physical activity you're gonna need to do some warmup stretches. Brace yourself now..."
Hawkbit grinned as he stepped up behind the bent-over buck, holding his tail aloft with one paw and balling the other into a fist. With a single swift movement he jabbed it forward in an almost punching maneuver his paw smacking firmly into the pink and puffy tailstar of the squirrel with a sticky wet sound. Skater's eyes went wide and he yelped haplessly as the paw sank in half an inch, in a single moment stretching him nearly as wide as when the two bunny bucks had shared him mere minutes ago. With another savage movement the lapine withdrew, tugging his now sticky paw free with a wet *schlorp!* noise. He observed the shaking quivering squirrel for several seconds, noting with mild annoyance his gaping tailstar trying to close.
"Still too tense! I said relax so stretch dammit!"
Another rabbit punch slammed in under the smaller buck's tail this time managing to stuff the entire paw into his protesting backside. Barely had it entered than it was removed leaving him gaping lewdly. A second later it was reinserted, the rabbit rapidly fisting the stunned brushtail who could do little more than fall flat on his stomach limbs giving out beneath him. Only the bunny held his rear aloft, keeping it at the perfect height to pound with his paw, savagely slamming it in and out again and again and again. forcing a series of strangled squeaks from the abused male in front of him. Finally, after a minute or so of this the buck seemed to have loosened up enough to satisfy the picky longear as, with one final slam he shoved his paw in deep, spreading it and wriggling his digits inside the sciurine love tunnel.
"Theeeere! See, that wasn't so hard now was it? Now for our little game, can you guess what it is? Should I ruin the surprise?"
Skater said nothing, gasping weakly as the spread paw was teasingly withdrawn from his rear, stretching his ring almost unbearably as it did so.
"I mean, you've collected a lot of nuts today, then we went and interrupted your hunt, that was very inconsiderate of us, but Fiver foresaw the whole thing so we had to. So, to make up for it we went and got you some nuts to compensate. None of that acorn trash proper walnuts from the farm! But I was thinking... you could barely carry your own, there's no way you'd manage to take yours and ours at the same time... Unless we play this game. Can you guess what it is yet?"
"..."
"We're gonna play 'Help the squirrel store nuts for winter!' Isn't that great? And we'll start with yours! We'll just pack them away nice and snug somewhere they won't roll about or get lost!"
The grinning rabbit held a smooth, brown acorn in one paw, still holding on to Skater's tail with the other. The distracted brushtail had no idea what was going on, but then he didn't need to. A second later and with a firm shove, Hawkbit slammed the acorn in under his tail, much as he had with his paw earlier. There was another strangled squeak, but the smooth nut was a hair smaller than the paw that held it and slipped easily inside the well-lubricated squirrelbuck.
"One down! How many did you find? Five... SIX! Well there should be plenty of room! Number two coming up... or going up really..."
Another acorn was deftly picked from the grassy ground and rammed forward another submissive squeak sounded out. There was almost no resistance as Hawkbit found a third, then a forth acorn to insert, gleefully hunting about for them and dragging the sticky stuffed squirrel behind him by his tail as he did so. There were a few weak kicks from the buck as the brushtail struggled pitifully in a powerful grip but the fifth and sixth acorns vanished just as quickly. Each one was packed in by a firm shove that rammed the others already inside just a bit deeper each time. The squirrel's stomach was already starting to bulge unusually and the snickering bunny could vaguely feel the hard curves of the nuts buried within it under the soft layer of squirrelfur.
"That's your lot packed away with no trouble at all! Now for the ones we bought! I hope you like walnuts, but I guess it doesn't matter if you don't, in they go!"
Fortunately for the squirrel the rabbits had been rather poor gatherers and couldn't carry things far. They'd only found four walnuts total and these were only slightly harder for Hawkbit to insert. But by that point things were getting slightly crowded and he was having a rather harder time making sure everything stayed put. Now he was having to inch each nut in, jiggling them about until they slowly slipped inside. He paused though when he reached the tenth and final nut to be stowed away, waving it absent-mindedly in front of the stuffed buck. It was considerably larger than his paw with a blunt and pointed end and remarkably light. In reality it wasn't really a nut at all.
"You know... on further inspection this is in fact a turnip. A small turnip but a turnip nonetheless. Must've been left over after harvest. I don't see why, it's not that small really maybe it's gone a bit wooden? Oh well, I'm sure you'll enjoy it. In fact I know you will!"
Finally releasing the squirrel's tail Hawkbit was pleased to see it still sticking skyward too tense to lower and protect the gaping hole beneath. Starting with the pointed end he shoved the tiny turnip in, holding it in both paws for a better grip. It resisted, the stuffed squirrel simply having no more room to accept it, but when the larger buck leaned more of his weight on it and began screwing it in, twist after twist, it slowly started to give. There was some quiet whimpering from a bucktoothed muzzle as the turnip reached the halfway point, then suddenly sank in the last inch with a jolt that made the squirrel's entire body shudder. And there it stayed, its top just barely visible under a bushy tail, surrounded by a stretched ring that had neatly popped over the widest part of the makeshift buttplug, keeping it locked securely in place and holding back the myriad nuts behind and the sticky rabbit seed that had been pumped in even earlier.
"Ha! Knew it'd fit. Fiver foresaw that, but I told him you were a big enough slut that I'd never doubt your abilities! But now my paw's all messy, not to mention that other mess you've caused! I don't suppose you'd be willing to help clean up at all?"
"..."
"Didn't think so. So selfish! No matter, you just sit there like the lazy slut you are. Figures if it doesn't involve sucking dick you wouldn't be interested. Fortunately for me since you were born to be a cumdump you have a nice and fluffy jizzrag attachment right here! This'll only take a minute..."
The dominant bunny smiled as he once more gripped the squirrel's tail, closer to its tip this time as he wiped his sticky paw with it cleaning himself off on the furry appendage. Once that was done he moved it between his legs, rubbing it over his sweaty musky sac before twisting it neatly around the base of his sticky shaft, holding it in place with a paw as he stroked it up an down his messy length, letting the soft fur stimulate him while at the same time neatly soaking up every drop of spilled jizz. It wasn't long before his length was perfectly clean but he continued anyway, picking up a slowly speeding pace as he began to jack himself off.
"Well... -nnf!- maybe a bit more than a minute... Unf! By Frith squirrel, every part of you was made for pleasure wasn't it?"
Soon Hawkbit was bucking into he tail's tight embrace, using both paws to hold it as his shaft began to leak pre. Initially this splattered all over the tailfur, but eventually the sheer volume of it starting to leak soaked the caudal appendage and his cock once again grew slick and sticky. Had he been left to his own devices it's entirely possible that he would have worked himself to climax, spraying the squirrel's stretched and stuffed hole with seed treating it like the target it was. But instead he was interrupted by the brown buck Fiver approaching, having recovered somewhat in the intervening minutes.
"Careful this isn't how it goes."
"NNNGH! Hmmmn? Oh... I guess you're right. No sense wasting such valuable seed now is there?
"No. He seems quite tired though, do you think you broke him Hawkbit?"
"Not nearly enough. Besides, he's not finished yet, is he?"
"No. And we're both still messy."
"No indeed! He must be a little thirsty after all that hard work, even if it was us doing most of it. What he needs is a little something for the road. Good thing we can kill two birds with one stone huh? Or stuff one squirrel with four stones worth of sticky goodness at least!"
Releasing the squirrel's tail Hawkbit shook his head as if trying to clear it. He would have liked to paint the squirrel and it was with extreme reluctance that he pulled himself away from the now messy tail, stepping deftly around the prone buck and gripping one of his ears in a paw firmly enough to make the squirrel squeak in shock. Yanking his head up by one ear he waiting until Fiver had likewise got a grip on the other preventing the smaller male from pulling away, something that the exhausted buck couldn't have done even if given a head start.
Through blurry vision Skater could barely see the two twitching and throbbing stiff and sticky shafts in front of him, their heady musky scent just pouring off of their many inches in a hot stream, filling his nose with the scent of mating and domination. He found himself panting hotly as the tips rubbed against his nose, leaving thin silvery streaks along his muzzle. His mouth hung open and he panted, eyes crossed as a downward pressure began to apply itself to his head, pushing it onto the two rigid tools in front of them. They sank in quickly, penetrating his throat as more than half their lengths dove deep into his maw in a single movement. Once again there was no resistance, the overcome brushtail too weak to protest as his cheeks bulged and a mixture of drool and pre filled his mouth, leaking out messily from his lips.
In a mirror of how they had used him earlier the two males began to facefuck him able to get into a smooth sharing rhythm much more easily after having the practice of using his hindquarters earlier. Each gripped his head tightly, grunting with effort as they slammed their cocks deep into his protesting, gagging throat, eager grunts and groans of pleasure sounding out and drowning the quiet whimpering squeaks from the abused brushtail. Hawkbit who hadn't stopped grinning from ear to ear since he'd first bred the smaller buck, snickered between thrusts.
"Isn't this nice now? Nothing like some fun frotting and slutty squirrel stuffing after a hard day of pounding this bitch's ass. You know, you're almost as good as a doe squirrel. Well a proper doe rather than a plain fucktoy. At the rate you're going one day you might actually be useful for a proper breeding rather than just letting any buck who drops by fill you with seed. I doubt it though, you're way too fond of dick in your throat to ever want to be anything more than a cocksleeve."
It took only a few minutes for Fiver to once again feel completely overcome, staring at the sky and drooling messily on the squirrelbuck's head as his hips pistoned away in a rapid, almost feral motion. There was nothing on his mind anymore but mating and breeding his doe filling her once again with seed just like she wanted. Hawkbit wasn't far behind, his claws digging in firmly enough to nearly break the skin as he locked the squirrel's head in place between his legs with both paws, slamming his cock in and out as quickly as possible, feeling the delightful sensations of a sciurine tongue as well as the slick rub of his partner's cock, the two male lengths pressed tightly together in the constricting, milking mouth.
All the smaller buck could do was breathe through his nose and try to swallow the constant stream of pre seeping out of both shafts. The sheer volume produced by both horny bucks was too much for him however and it drooled lewdly out of his muzzle, splattering onto his chin as two heavy pairs of balls slapped stickily against his face as he was buried in two crotches at once. The heated breeding grew in speed and intensity as the two mating males slowly but surely crested the rise towards their final peak, able to take much longer this time having already released earlier. A good fifteen minutes of frenzied facefucking ensued the pair almost fighting over the tight warm hole they were using as their cocks twitched and spat sticky juices onto the lapping, velvet tongue between them. They were destined to cum together, Fiver having foreseen his need to step back earlier so Hawkbit's greater stamina could be partially spent. So it was that their peaks coincided.
"Take it... take it, take it, TAKE IT! TAKE MY SEED YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
"Oh... Oooooh! Oh yes... I... oh Frith! Suck me dry you squirrel slut!"
The two longears both gripped their doe tightly, digging their claws into his fur enough to make him squeak even above the noise of his gagging and chocking. This made his mouth clamp down on both their twitching lengths as they tensed... then burst forth with twin loads of lapine need. Two hot jets of creamy jizz pumped straight down the squirreldoe's throat, filling her front end in a steady burst. The first few hot ropes simply flowed down his gaping throat, swelling his stomach even further as two pairs of bunny balls churned and pumped, forcing their seed into a struggling receptacle.
It was only after a minute or so that the constant blast of milky fluid began to weaken enough to allow the overwhelmed brushtail to even attempt to gag and choke on the massive loads, his throat protesting the almost firehose-like river of jizz pouring past. This interruption caused the milking muzzle to rapidly fill, hot bursts splattering out from the pointed muzzle, twin jets even spurting out from both nostrils as the flood continued filling the squirrel to capacity and beyond. Sticky panicked gulping sounds could be heard as Skater swallowed as rapidly as he could, trying to empty his throat enough to breathe at twin fucksticks continued to pump away.
Finally, maybe five minutes after the climax had begun, Fiver pulled away, his cock giving a few last spurts that left thick white streaks across the squirrel's stomach and a bridge of cum between its tip and the makeshift doe's muzzle. He fell flat on his back on the grass moaning quietly with satisfaction as he did so, cock still twitching weakly. Hawkbit followed not long after, yanking the squirrel's mouth off of his length and letting the overstuffed buck collapse in a puddle of sexual fluids. All three lay there for another few minutes as they caught their breath and their senses returned. As always the gray buck recovered first, getting shakily to his feet and standing over the cream stuffed cumrag at his feet.
"Well well.. would you just look at that! The one thing you were born to do squirrel, the one thing you have to do and you can't even manage that! Just look at the mess you've made! So much for cleaning up! I guess if you want anything done with this slut you gotta do it yourself..."
Once again Hawkbit reached out and down, gripping the squirrel by the scruff of his neck and yanking his face forward. He pressed it against his shaft rubbing it over his sticky crotch as he cleaned himself with the buck's muzzle, wiping his lubricated length and soaked sac with the brushtail's facefur until he was satisfied that most of the mess had been removed. He then walked over to Fiver, dragging the limp buck behind him as he did taking the time to bury the squirrel in the brown buck's crotch and likewise wipe off some of the rabbit's spilled seed. This eventually left both the larger males more or less clean, especially after a fluffy tail was used to wipe away all the musky male sweat tat soaked their coats, and a sticky squirrel covered almost tip-to-toe in jizz and musk.
"Just look at you, such a messy slut! And still hard and throbbing too! Do you like being our jizzrag you little fucktoy? Yeah... you do. I bet you could get off on that alone couldn't ya? I know I won't be satisfied leaving you like this, it's terrible being all pent up like that. So how about you help me help you hmmn?"
For the last time Hawkbit grabbed the squirrel's chin with his paw, this time jamming it down into the brushtail's own crotch where his needy and ignored length waited. With the doubly violated buck too weak to even voice a single squeak of protest it was a simple matter to rub his muzzle against his own length, fucking the side of his face with his own cock, grinning dominantly the entire time. The rabbit forced his plaything to jerk himself off, not with paw or even tail but his own maw; occasionally forcing his length inside he cum-stained muzzle and letting the squirrel taste his own ever more copious pre. But when the abused buck finally let out one long, low whimpering squeak of pleasure he was quick the yank Skater's head back, forcing him to look at his own twitching cock as it flicked and jerked then finally unleashed.
"NNNH!"
The first weak blast of seed hit Skater head on, covering his face in white and instantly blinding him. Snickering Hawkbit made sure to move the buck's head slightly, ensuring that he painted himself with his own seed as thoroughly as possible the sticky fluid getting all over his face as he did. Only the last, few almost laughably weak spurts were allowed to splatter messily on the squirrel's drooling tongue, the taste of his own juices mixing with that of the two lapine bucks as his long delayed and forced orgasm came to an end.
Satisfied that no more fun could be had with the well used fucktoy Hawkbit released him at last, leaving him in a thick, sticky puddle of lapin and sciurine fluids, stretching and yawning with exhaustion as he pulled Fiver to his feet the two rabbits slowly walking away utterly spent. Half an hour later the squirrel struggled to his feet, his mind a fog of pleasure, humiliation and the strange hope that something like that might happen again in the future. He was stuffed and sticky and barely able to stand. Plus, he reeked of rabbit, and apple to boot. And badger somehow... Come to think of it, the scent was rather stronger than expected...
The squirrel didn't have time to run as a heavy black paw pressed into his back. He wouldn't have got far even if he tried, as stuffed as he was he couldn't outrun a badger.