You all know Hannah, that cute mouse girl from the Watership Down TV series right? Well it turns out, she really loves it in the ass! Im serious, ask any bunny around there, they will tell you the same thing!
Of course a lot the rabbits are much larger than Hannah, which they can still fuck her, but Skate is more of a perfect fit for her, I mean just look at that expression on her face!
Also, Hawkbit as a sex coach is more hotter than you think :P (Read the story)
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Nut Boy and Mouse Girl
In a hill, under two feet of snow, neatly buried, was a burrow. It was rather easy to see, as a very solid path had been worn through the white powder that coated the world, straight to the burrow's entrance. It was usually obscured after snowfall, but it was only a matter of days before the path would once again reappear, surprising given that only one individual, a rabbit called Hawkbit, was making it. But he was dedicated.
In the burrow, under two feet of buck, almost completely buried, was a squirrel. He wasn't that easy to see due to the large gray rabbit that was currently lying atop him. This was often a case as said rabbit was often seen to make his way straight to the squirrel's entrance. He could usually wiggle free after a few hours of lovemaking, but it was only a matter of another few hours before the larger buck would once again reappear, surprising since he was visiting only one individual, Skate his mate. More surprising the squirrel could take it. But he was dedicated.
Currently it was morning, at least outside. Inside the world was still dark, surprisingly hot and exceedingly musky. It could be high summer for all the difference it would have made. Heck, it could have been a tiny sauna for all the overheated and smothered squirrel could tell. Very slowly he drifted up from the depths of dreams, where somehow he'd been made into a squirrel hotdog being grilled at the beach, and entered the land of consciousness. There were muffled, subdued grunts as the still sleeping bunny buck above him was shifted slightly, a brown from struggling to pull himself free from a surprisingly tight grip.
It was only with great difficulty that Skate managed to do so, even getting to his feet was difficult, the buck always unable to walk straight for a few hours after the rabbit's... visits. And his fur was all sticky now. At both ends. He continued to mumble to himself as he set about cleaning his coat.
"Honestly! What am I around here, a jizz rag?"
"No just a rag, squirrel. You have other uses."
Skate turned around, looking over at the bunny buck who was still lounging on his side, half awake, yawning widely and stretching and looking very pleased with himself. Considering he had just finished five hours of sleep after four hours of action perhaps he had the right. But the brushtail could never help but feel just a little annoyed at his mate. All the time. He was just such a dick. Which could be oddly charming but still...
"I don't see why I always have to bottom."
"Oh you're not whining about that again are you? We agreed, I'm the buck here, you're the doe."
And that was true, for what it was worth. Though it hadn't so much been an agreement as something that the larger buck had just sort of... arranged. It wasn't that the squirrel particularly disagreed with how things had turned out; he'd got a burrow full of nuts out of it, as well as his burrow filled with nuts on the regular. But he couldn't help but pout at the injustice of it all, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning irritably. Surely just once couldn't hurt?
"Hmph! Primrose gets to top..."
"That's because Hazel's a bitch. Buuuut... if you're gonna keep whining, despite being the biggest buttslut there's ever been, then I guess we can take a little walk to sort this out."
Hawkbit finished stretching, pulling himself stiffly to his feet. Truth be told, after the previous night he was still rather drained. He was still tempted to pound the squirrel before him, but he just didn't have the energy, not this early in the morning. Like the squirrel himself his coat was ruffled and slightly sticky, positively reeking of musk and sweat. He'd have to clean himself up; captain Bigwig always insisted he look presentable when aboveground, something about the 'pride of the owsla'. So he'd have a bit of grooming to take care of. Not to mention... aaah yes, the usual morning wood. Thankfully that at least wasn't his problem. He pointed a paw between his legs.
"But first up, take care of this would ya? It ain't gonna suck itself."
* * * * *
Half an hour later the two males made their way, with difficulty, through the snow. Skater was enjoying one advantage of doedom at least; since he was following the bigger bunny buck he didn't have to push through the snow, simply walking along the deep groove being carved by the struggling, complaining rabbit ahead of him. He had no idea at all where they were headed, but his curiosity pushed him onwards. Hawkbit had refused to say a thing about exactly what he had planned and he was always up to something. Hopefully it wouldn't involve another three rabbits like his last 'surprise'.
Eventually they made their way to the base of a low hill. A very familiar hill in fact,topped by a lone tree in whose roots was a warren of bunny burrows. It was, in fact, the very same hill that Skate's burrow was in, and they'd spent a whole half hour walking in a giant circle, just to get back to very near where they started. Typical Hawkbit.
"Seriously? We're back here?"
"Well... I had to do a patrol, Bigwig gets real antsy when I slack off. Besides, I told our friend to meet us here once the sun was past the trees, and you woke up early."
"Friend? What friend?"
"Hey! Hello! Where've you two been then?"
The voice was as female as it was familiar, with a slight accent and originating even lower to the ground than Skater's own. Sure enough, sticking out against the blinding white snow, a brown mouse was standing, eyes full of sparkle and a big smile on her face. It was Hannah, who lived with the rest of the rabbit warren at the top of the hill. Skate had met her before, several times, but hadn't run into her in an embarrassingly long time. What she was doing there was a complete mystery to him, but apparently it had been arranged by his buck. Which, knowing him, was probably not a good thing. Though, at that moment something else was bothering the sciurine; something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Skater squinted with confusion a moment. Something seemed a little odd... different since their last meeting seemingly so long ago...
"I thought your eyes were brown?"
"They are brown..."
"Huh, thought they were blue for a second there."
"Terrible isn't it Hannah? It's been so long he's forgotten what you look like! Glad to see you could make it though; you two know each other, so there's no need for further introductions. Or maybe there is, how long exactly was it since your last... 'meeting'?"
"Oooh yes, more'n a year if I recall."
Hawkbit feigned shock, gasping mockingly in surprise and stumbling backwards as if gobsmacked. There was no doubt now; he had definitely arranged this and was enjoying every single second to the squirrel's confusion.
"A year! Surely not! Leaving this poor doe alone with nobody but us bunnies for company, when you're the only buck here fit to fit a mouse! Well it's a good thing I arranged this, isn't it?"
"Wait, arranged wha-"
"Right, well enough talk; get to mounting 'er, squirrel."
"I uh... wait what?"
Hawkbit smirked, obviously waiting for this very moment, his face a picture of pure smugness. This was obviously the very single moment he'd been waiting for. It was hard to swagger when taking just a single step, but somehow he managed it, looming over the squirrel by an entire inch.
"Why did you think she's here? You're gonna mount her. Anal. I don't think you two have tried that before, have you?"
"But-"
"Exactly. After all, you're the one who's always whining about never getting to top. Well if you wanna top the best, you gotta be the best. So we're going to see just how good you are; if you can get her to admit she's never had better then I suppose I can stand to have you mount me later on. So go ahead, nut boy, unless you feel you're not up to the task...?"
Skater paled under his fur. It wasn't that he was against what was being suggest- ordered- but to have it sprung upon him so suddenly was slightly disconcerting. Of course that was Hawkbit for you, always with a 'surprise' for him. Still, the mouse seemed to be fine with it, tail raised high and hindquarters presenting to him, so he cautiously approached her, standing upright ready to mount, before suddenly finding himself shoved to all fours again by an irate bunny.
"Honestly squirrel! A gentlebuck always slicks things up first, they don't just dive in!"
"But you-"
"There's nothing gentle about me, so I don't count."
"But you said to moun- MMNF!"
A large, flat paw grabbed the back of the squirrel's head and pulled it forward, jamming his blunt muzzle beneath the mouse's tail. There was an answering gasp from the brown rodent as his lips were forcibly kissed against her tight pucker and he could feel her wriggling in front of him, equal parts pleasured and unnerved by something she quite possibly hadn't experienced before. Not wanting to cause a fuss, or at least not find out what Hawkbit might do to him if he did, the squirrel began to obediently rim his assigned partner.
It was something he'd done countless times, even just a few hours previously, and he was by now an expert in the art. He took things slowly with what might be a... 'virgin' mouse, starting softly, simply licking over the tight mousehole and feeling it twitch and quiver under his tongue. Long, light licks grew slowly more bold as he began to press forward, pushing in deeper with each pass and feeling a tight tunnel squeeze his probing length in response. To help deal with the panting and squirming of the rodent in front of him, he gripped her hind legs around the ankles, holding her in place as he nuzzled forward, beginning to tongue fuck her outright, hearing her breathing turn to heavy, hot gasps.
The experience was strangely entrancing; truth be told he'd been aroused since the moment he'd woken up that morning, and the brief trip through waist-high snow had only served to mask it momentarily. He'd barely had his muzzle undertail for a minute before his needy length had emerged, not slowly or haltingly in the slightest, but reaching full mast seemingly in one, throbbing, extending moment. Part of him wondered, just what would happen if he kept at this; it'd been hours since he'd last climaxed and his living situation had made him very sensitive of late. Would he climax right there just from a little foreplay? Would Hannah? They might, both seemed to be on the knife edge between pleasure and peak as it was. Somehow the thought of painting the white snow with streaks of sticky silver was hot to the buck and only made his assault on the mouse's squeezing, quivering rosebud more voracious. The squirrel shut his eyes and focused on providing pleasure, almost getting lost in seeing just how far he could push the smaller doe, until he was rudely yanked away by the paw that still gripped his neckfur.
"Alright now! That's enough. You wanna kiss ass I've got a perfectly good one. Now get mounting!"
It was Hawkbit again, grinning deviously as he pulled the squirrelbuck back from the now well-lubed and slightly gaping hole he'd been attending to, roughly pulling him up and draping him over the mouse. He wasted no time, pushing forward and plunging in. His partner likewise didn't hesitate, pushing into his thrust and hilting him in a single, quick movement of their bodies; their crotches smacking together loudly in the snow-muffled landscape. Lightning quick the buck pulled back almost to his tip before slamming in again, again feeling his partner beneath him reciprocate.
Again part of the squirrel's mind wandered, slightly embarrassed at how quickly things were moving. But recent months had seen him receive a lot more that he got to give and his body was now primed to be a quick shot, at least for the first round. So his hips pistoned back and forth at a frantic pace, slamming into the doe before him and pushing her slowly forward with the sheer, heated force of his thrusts. She began to sink into the snow beneath him, being driven forward into the white powder as he slammed into her. Each motion forced a gasping, whispery squeak from her muzzle as her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled.
The brushtailed buck didn't have time to say anything when his climax hit, no words, no warning, not even a single pleasured grunt. His mind simply went blank as a wave of pleasure washed over him, like sinking into a marshmallow snowdrift. He felt his nuts pull up tight, seeming to force his seed out of him with the pressure, a hot jet pouring from his twitching cock deep into the gasping, quivering mouse below. Then a second, then a third blast as he unloaded, a rapid-fire volley of hot seed the stuffed and filled a murine passage as it squeezed and clenched around him, milking his cock.
The nearly stunned squirrel practically fell backwards as the strength seemingly drained from his body, dully aware of leaning against a warm bunny chest sporting its own thick, hot length as spots danced in his vision and he panted loudly to try and catch his breath. He wasn't sure exactly how long it had taken between mounting and breeding, but it hadn't been long enough. He almost whined at the realization that it had all been over so quickly, only to have his train of thought derailed by the rabbit buck gripping him, giving him a firm shake and pointing at the exhausted and pleased mouse barely able to stand just a few inches away.
"Well squirrel... as fun as I'm sure that was, your aim was off. Try again, hotshot."
The words meant nothing, fighting their way through the fog of pleasure that filled his mind. Still Skater was held in place, blinking repeatedly to try and clear his blurred vision. It was only gradually that he realized something was amiss; there was still a slightly gaped tailhole being presented before him... utterly untouched. Beneath it was a spread and stretched slit, dripping with his seed and filled to capacity. The fuzzed and faded thoughts running through his brain vaguely noted that this wasn't how things had been meant to go at the same time he was pushed forward again by the larger buck behind him.
He almost collapsed onto Hannah, and her legs nearly gave out beneath her as both of the spent pair struggled to hold up their own weight. A tutting rabbit, very clearly enjoying himself immensely, fussed about the pair, pulling Skater once more up and over his designated partner, wrapping his arms around Hannah's neck. He squeaked in surprise when a paw gripped his still sensitive shaft and jerked him forward by it, guiding it to its intended target. A broad, flat hindpaw gave a shove to the curve of his back, nearly pushing him flat with the mouse pinned under him but instead serving to bury half his length inside a tight, hot passage. Finally the rabbit stepped back, crossing his arms impatiently and watching the two with a judgemental air.
"Honestly, how can you mess up something I've showed you so many times? I swear, after this is over, I'm gonna have to give you a refresher. For the next few days at least."
It took a moment for Skate to get his bearings, but fortunately his body was ahead of the game. He was used to... encore performances, though usually he had a little help, being pounded raw again and again. This time he'd have to do most of the work, but this wasn't something he or his instincts objected too. He hadn't softened up in the slightest, his twitching length still rock hard and eager for another round. Though exhausted, the ancient and buried breeding instincts of his forebears guided him onwards and he felt himself once again grip the doe beneath him. He was large enough that, if she squatted, he could simply stand on all fours above her, and that seemed to be her goal, allowing him to grip at the ground beneath its thin covering of white powder and steady himself. Hunkering down he got a good grip before pressing his hips forward and feeling his seed-slicked shaft slip neatly into a tight back passage.
"NNF!"
A passage that suddenly clamped down on him like a vice, forcing a silvery streak of seed to jet from the sensitive tip of his length into a welcoming passage, neatly lubricating it. The squirrel's eyes crossed and glazed over. He felt his hips press forward into the velvety, crushing grip that squeezed every inch of his meat, leaving it sitting there, deeply penetrating his partner until he felt her relax, if only slightly. Almost reluctantly he pulled back, shivering as he felt the silken grip rub him all over before he once more pressed in. Compared to his first effort this following one was almost like a dream. He wasn't entirely sure if he'd even stopped orgasming, so soon and so intense was this after his previous attempt.
"Oh... oh fuck... Oh Hannah... Fuck me..."
Skate's body moved like molten lead, seemingly reluctant to obey the commands his brain issued it. Every thrust was almost painfully slow, yet deliciously deep as he hilted with each heavy buck. And each time the mouse's body answered his by squeezing him as tightly as it could manage, an almost burning hot passage gripping him like a dozen simultaneous pawjobs as every inch of his squirrel meat was rubbed and caressed by quivering, slick walls. This drew a heavy, pleasured moan from both buck and doe, and a hot jet of sticky fluid from the male. Whether that was pre or seed he couldn't tell, preparation for another climax or just an extension of his first unclear. All he could focus on was stuffing the needy hole beneath him, slow and deep as he drove himself onwards and inwards.
Through unfocused eyes he could he could see his partner looking over her shoulder, watching his thick cock pump slowly in and out of her well-stretched hole, his comparatively massive size stretching her to her limit. He reached a forepaw up and placed it on her head, holding it in place so she could watch as he bred her, slamming in slow and deep and hard with every thrust. He could barely keep his eyes open at this point, wanting to shut them and focus on the pure pleasure he felt, shimmering over every inch of his member. But he forced himself to focus, watching his partner's blissful expression as she in turn watched him stretch and fuck and fill her.
He'd been lost in bliss from the very second he'd started, barely able to think straight and utterly transfixed. Usually a mating was quick, energetic, almost a race to the finish, but this was something entirely different. There was nothing but building pleasure, slow and steady and incessantly growing. It was like a white hot glacier moving through his body, grinding down anything that stood in its way, a wall of feeling that flattened all other considerations before it. Every thrust was somehow deeper, every squeeze of the mouse's body somehow tighter and more silken. Every squirt from his twitching cock was hotter, more forceful, thicker. Just like before there were no words and barely any sounds as they went at it. This time not because of sheer speed but because of the immense, almost overpowering pleasure they felt. It was a struggled simply to breathe, every pant a moaning, drawn-out gasp as they headed unstoppably towards the inevitable. Even if they'd been forced apart at that very instant they would still have kept moving, lost in the moment and buried to deep in pleasure to care.
As it was, they were locked together in one another's grasp. There was no moment of climax, no peak. Instead the nearly unbearable wave of pleasure continued to flow through them. Skate felt himself unleashing, pouring burst after hot burst into a welcoming hole, his cock throbbing and plunging in deep into a stretched and well-used asshole as it continued to unleash thick bursts of seed from its quivering tip. His whole body burned like a firework, lit up like a Christmas light display as every nerve sang. He squeaked almost inaudibly with every movement, unable to budge even an inch without feeling orgasmic pleasure shooting through him like a lightning bolt. Below him a tight and milking mouse moaned and gasped, her own body flooded with pleasure.
It was impossible to say how long this lasted, or even whether either partner was even awake during all of it. Perhaps it had taken hours, their unconscious bodies moving by instinct, buck pumping into doe as the experience became a dream, waking only after the seemingly endless pleasure had passed. Or maybe it had been just a few ecstatic minutes, the unbelievable sensations destroying all measure of time. It didn't matter; squirrel and mouse eventually rose from the depths of their mutual passion. But it was a slow rise, like floating out from the dark depths of the ocean. It was impossible for either to even say how, or when exactly the world returned to them. Instead there was only a vague realization that they were no longer in each other's grasp.
Skate was lying a few inches away from Hannah, on his side in the snow. The cool was welcome against his body, which was soaked with sweat and burning with heat. In front of him a surprisingly large patch of snow had been melted clear away, still glistening with the sparkle of spilled seed. It led directly to a widely gaping tailhole, still weakly twitching and leaking a steady stream of squirrel seed as the mouse panted slowly and heavily, barely able to stay awake. And still... still it seemed that somehow things weren't over. The squirrel's shaft twitched weakly between his legs, quivering with his pulse and still feeling faint bursts of pleasure as it did so. From its tip dripped the very last trailing remnants of the massive load he had unleashed, the last few bursts spurting hotly onto untouched snow and sinking deeply into it. The two lay there, insensible for another immeasurable period of time, too overcome to even move, enjoying an afterglow that was almost as good as the climax that had preceded it, their bodies tingling with pleasure.
Eventually a snarky voice cut through their quiet panting and whimpering.
"Alright mouse, how was it?"
"Oh... oh my... I... so good..."
"But was it the best?"
"Yes... oh Frith yes... just... I can't..."
Hawkbit stepped forward, looking over the spent pair, and scowled skeptically as if he'd been forced to eat an entire lemon. He looked for a moment as if he might object, but eventually conceded that this might be true. It was hard to argue with the evidence after all. Eventually he snorted and gave a noncommittal shrug, reaching over and grabbing his brushtail with a paw, roughly hauling him upright even as the squirrel squeaked with oversensitivity.
"Well color me surprised. I guess you're more talented than you look, squirrel."
"So... are we gonna...?"
"Yeah, sure. Sometime."
"Sometime?"
"I never said when squirrel."
"But... but that's not fair!"
"Yeah, I'm a dick. You know you love it. And by 'it' I mean my dick. Speaking of which, bend over."
Still slightly woozy and exceedingly tired from what he'd just done, Skater grumbled to himself as he got onto all fours. He might have objected more, but he was truly exhausted and in fact wondered if he'd even be able to feel what was to come next. Still, how did he always end up in situations like this? It really wasn't fair! Fun perhaps, but never fair. Still, now he could legitimately demand to top, Hawkbit would have to give in sometime.