[b]Playing with a Friend[/b]


The sun beat down on the grassy hills around Watership down. Spring was heading into summer and that early burst of new grow was slowly giving way to the more purposeful greens of the later season. The air was muggy and hot as butterflies danced through it, seeking out the many flowers that bedecked the meadows and hillsides, growing proud and tall in the bright sun.

Hidden amidst the tall vegetation was Pipkin, a young rabbit. He was sitting in a small clearing at the bottom of a hill, with his back against a toasty warm rock, arms folded angrily and a pouting expression on his face. It just wasn't [i]fair.[/i]

He was always the spare wheel; there was never anything useful he could do for anyone, but that didn't stop them constantly telling him what (or more often than not, what [b]not[/b]) to do. 'Don't run in the burrows Pipkin.' 'Don't scratch at the walls Pipkin.' 'Do what you're told Pipkin.' 'Don't masturbate Pipkin.' If he wasn't allowed to do anything else, the very least anyone could have done was allow him to have some fun by himself. But even that was out-of-bounds apparently; Captain Bigwig was made of stone.

It was a hard life, being a young buck on the verge of discovering what your body was capable of; surrounded only by other bucks more interested in building a warren than allowing even the slightest bit of fun to be had by anyone. Some days it honestly felt to Pipkin as if all anyone wanted him to do was sit still all day and occasionally move a bit so the grass beneath him wouldn't die. And so now there he was, bored, twitchy and horny with a stern warning about what would happen to him if he stopped being any of those. No carrots for a moon! It wasn't [i]fair![/i] He stared again at the rigid pink length that sat pointing stubbornly skyward between his legs. There was nothing he could do but try to ignore it or think of other things, but he was so pent up after everything that his thoughts always wandered back to it sooner or later. His best chance now was staying distracted enough for it to go down, but he didn't have much faith in that approach. If anything all his thinking about it had only made it [i]worse.[/i]

And so there he sat, pondering the unfairness of life, so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice  the weasel sneaking up on him, inch by inch through the thick grass, right up until the shadow fell over him, blocking the sun. He looked up grumpily to see the large brown creature standing tall on two legs; towering over him at least twice his height, substantial even for a member of that predator family. A wickedly grinning maw filled with pointed, sharklike teeth smiled down at him.

"Hello longears."

"Phoo. Go away."

"Tch tch tch! So impolite. Upset longears?"

"Yes. And you can't do anything about it either."


The weasel fell forward, landing on all fours, pointed head somewhat closer to the diminutive bun; the two almost eye-to-eye now. Mere inches away the weasel continued to grin and Pip knew he was enjoying himself; he had a definite mischievous streak in him and took a lot of pleasure in 'playing' with the young rabbit. As the elil looked him up and down curiously, focusing on the object of his irritation Pipkin was sure he wasn't going to leave him alone in a hurry.

"Such a small thing to be upset over... If [i]that[/i] is your problem then I can help..."

"It is not! And it's not the problem! The problem is I can't do [i]anything[/i] all day!"

"Your paw is hurt longear? Both of them perhaps?"

"No, Captain Bigwig said I wasn't to do... stuff. He said it drained a buck's vital energy. And he's going to sniff test my paws when I get back so he'll know if I do. [i]And[/i] He rubbed burdock on them before I left so he'll know if I wash anything off. Phoo!"

"Aaah. Big longear is very smart, very smart indeed. But I am smarter..."

"He can smell you too you know. That'll just make things [i]worse![/i]"

"Not if we are careful..."

"You know how messy I get! He'll scent us a mile away!"


That was an understatement. Nobody in his warren knew of his... association with the weasel, who had in fact attacked once before, before Pipkin had managed to persuade him to keep away. And while his fellow rabbits were fine with, if somewhat leery of, his friendships with other species such as hedgehogs and bats; there was no possible way they'd stand for what he was doing. If they even knew that he was so much as [i]talking[/i] to an elil they'd tell him not to so loud he'd go deaf. If they knew about all the [i]other[/i] stuff...

Not that it changed anything, there and then. He was still stuck with a whole lot of... tension, an unbearable burden for a strapping young buck, and no way to relive it. And he knew, just [i]knew[/i] from the look on his friend's face that the weasel had something planned. The slinky male wouldn't touch him of course, wouldn't give himself away; their friendship was far, far too much fun for that. But he could tease worse than anyone Pipkin had ever met; finding great joy in poking fun and annoying. And of course it wasn't like Pip could hit back. That probably just made it even [i]more[/i] fun for the mustelid. His only real option now was to leave and try and rub against something. That was far from ideal; something he'd learned the hard way a few time while experimenting by himself. But he was out of options.


"Oh? You are sure longear? You are sure he could scent... [b]this?[/b]


With a sudden, smooth movement the weasel slipped forward, moving so close they were almost, but not quite, touching. A paw shot out and grasped the young buck firmly, digits curling around his needy cock, gripping it firmly and [i]squeezing[/i]. Pipkin squeaked in mixed surprise and shock, his objections dying in his throat as the powerful grasp loosened and tightened, massaging him more and more firmly each time. The young rabbit's entire body shivered with waves of pleasure as the longed-for touch teased his overly-sensitive tip. The young rabbit found himself unable to speak, gasping and panting with pleasure as the larger male continued to tease him, grasping him now with two paws, encircling the entirety of his length.

The experience was rougher than what he was used to with his own, somewhat smaller paws. The weasel grasped him tightly, tracing claws delicately over his entire length, paws roving over his crotch, gently gripping and playing with his balls and sheath, tugging at his shaft mischievously, exploring and stroking him, grinning devilishly all the while. The young buck was powerless to do anything other than shut his eyes and lie back against the rock, panting hotly as he was pleasured.

As he lay consumed by bliss Pipkin felt a change in the incredible sensations between his legs. Confused he managed to force his eyes open to examine what his friend was up to. The mustelid had curled his paws into tight fists, constantly slipping them, one after the other, over the tip of the rabbit's shaft before forcing them slowly down. The tight, pushing grasp felt like continually penetrating and endless love tunnel. As Pipkin squirmed in ecstasy his partner laughed, a quiet hissing sound, enjoying seeing his friend so preoccupied. Not for the first time the smaller buck found himself learning something new about his body and how to use it at the paws of his more experienced friend. Certainly what he was experiencing was nothing at all like what he'd been doing by himself when he could get the time; it was far more forceful and intense, the powerful downward strokes slowly but firmly pressing him onto the ground.

It didn't take long for the painfully aroused buck to feel a familiar sensation in the base of his cock, a pressure and pleasure only exacerbated by his weasel partner who was grinning madly, speeding his strokes as the throbbing pink member twitched in his grasp, squirting out thin ropes of pre over the groping paws, lubricating the intense jacking. His hips tried their best to buck, but his friend leaned forward, putting all his weight on his forepaws, pressing down on the smaller male and holding him in place. Through blurring vision Pipkin could see his pointed muzzle open wider, tongue lolling out, panting eagerly mere inches from the tip of the rabbit's dick, shaft aimed right at it, awaiting the inevitable release.

Still the pressure built; the rabbit could feel his body trying to release, feel the hot seed churning in his balls, seeking outlet. But every time it was forced back down by the vicelike grasp; the sensation building further and further as the peak was delayed. His vision blurring and with the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears Pip could do little more than squirm and cry out as the burning heat rose within him, clouding his mind with passion. Finally, with a jarring buck that shook his entire body it burst forth, a hot jet of bunny seed shooting from the tip of his shaft into a hungry and waiting maw. Burst after burst followed, blasting forth as if from a firehouse, painting the predator's face with white. The sheer vigor of the rabbit's climax was overpowering. The young buck lost himself in the intense pleasure, still feeling the tight grip milking him, forcing pulse after pulse of cum from his engorged cock, the intense sensation making him empty his balls completely, forcing out every last drop of hot bunny seed. His mind went blank with bliss as he lay back against the hard ground, his body shivering and jerking, at the mercy of the milking paws.

After some time, Pip wasn't sure how long exactly, he came back down to Earth; the familiar sensations of being hot, tired and soaked with sweat slowly leaking through the rosy haze of delight that flooded his mind. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking in the now harsh sunlight as if waking from a long sleep. He was breathing heavily, his whole body weak and tingling as if it had been stretched like a rubber band and snapped back into place. As his vision focused he became aware of his friend, still gripping him firmly, slowly moving a paw up and down his shaft, helping the last few drops of jizz out and onto a hungrily lapping tongue. Finally even those were exhausted and his shaft was released, flopping gently onto his stomach, already beginning to return to its sheath.

His friend's entire face had been coated in bursts of seed, though it seemed he had managed to swallow a lot of it. Not a single drop had escaped the weasel's attentions; both Pipkin's own coat and the ground nearby were utterly spotless. And there wouldn't be any scent on him either, at least not anyplace Captain Bigwig was likely to investigate. He lay back once more, panting in the hot sunlight, letting it dry his fur. His friend began to clean up, wiping and licking the splattered fluid from his muzzle, straightening his fur before giving one final smile at the prone bunny and slinking off.

"There, you see longear? You [i]can[/i] be tidy, if you try."

"Y-yes. Thankyou. This means I get to keep my carrots."

"Oh yes, but you owe me longear. Tomorrow [b]I[/b] will have a carrot for you..."


Pipkin smiled vaguely, enjoying the warm day and cool breeze, fur slowly drying out as he lay there, wondering what to do next, now that his day was suddenly free. Perhaps a nap was in order? After all, that would only make tomorrow come that much faster...