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Aaaaaand in this page Skate the squirrel shows you how to ruin an orgasm... it is a very dick thing to do though, only do it to those who deserve it!
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Dreams Do Cum True Part 4
On a grassy hillside almost unnoticed by the world two figures stood, rabbit and squirrel, both highly aroused. There was a sense of waiting for something, the smaller male tapping his foot with feigned impatience, as if expecting something from his companion. Finally, putting on a show of exasperated aggravation, the bunny lay down, then rolled over onto his back. The position was strange and unnatural, the very opposite of a traditional mating stance. It left the bottoming partner at a massive disadvantage, unable to control the pace of events, unable to buck back as instinct demanded. Even lying there was humiliating to most, legs spread wide, nether regions exposed to the sky, unable to pull away. This was known as the Submission Position for a reason; it was the one adopted by any beaten foe to show utter and complete surrender. And somehow, some way, Skater the squirrel had turned it into a sexual position.
"Good. Just wait a second..."
The sciurine couldn't help but hold his breath in anticipation, his heart pounding in his chest, his nerves on fire. Lying right in front of him was his mate Hawkbit, a big, gray and currently oh-so-breedable bunny buck. He was flat on his back, his legs spread wide and invitingly, a thick and throbbing erection jutting proudly and needily skyward right between his legs. The rabbit himself was looking extremely impatient, probably due to the long, long teasing he had endured to get him to this point. His squirrely companion knew this well, snickering as he delicately licked at his paws, wetting them a little for the fun he was about to have. He ignored an impatient grunt from the larger male, taking his time in very carefully washing his hands, noting that he'd chipped a nail and that his fur was still slightly matted on one paw.
"Just when are we gonna fuck already?"
Truth be told Skater was, if anything, even more eager than his compatriot. The same teasing that had roused his mate into such a horny fervor had definitely had an effect on the brushtail as well. The buck was rock hard and even dripping a little, despite having got his rocks off not even an hour earlier. Every instinct in the squirrel's body was screaming at him to mount, to mark, to mate, to claim. But he couldn't, he had to have enough control to hold back. If he let himself go now, if he gave in to simple pleasure, he wouldn't have half the fun that he had planned. Simply mounting the bunny would never do; this was his moment, his doe. And he'd do things the way he'd always dreamed he would; slow and sensual and paying the bunny buck back for every single denied climax, hour-long edging and teasing stroke. Hawkbit knew it, too. Or thought he did. As willfully ignorant as he could be, he did know the brown buck's fantasies; the proud lapine had taunted his brushtailed partner with them numerous times. Now he was lying in the sun, growing hotter and hotter by the second and not just because of the warm daylight.
"Perfect. Now just stay there; I'm sure you're all worn out so let squirrel daddy do the work, okay?"
"'Squirrel daddy'? I'd say you were full of yourself, if it wasn't for the fact you're mostly full of me."
Skater ignored the annoyed comeback, the buck would be singing a different tune soon enough. Or moaning it more likely. Now was the time to get started; Skater rubbed his paws together one last time in eagerness before they gripped the longear's ankles, holding him and the brushtail in place together as the squirrelbuck got down to lie on his stomach, propping himself up with his elbows so that he could more comfortably attack the bigger buck's now exposed underside. He positioned himself neatly between the rabbit's legs, noting with approval the thick lapine length that was now jutting proudly skywards. Shuffling forward a few inches he he opened his maw and gave the cock a few quick, playful licks as if it were a strange sort of candycane; savoring its raunchy flavor. The rigid member pulsed under his touch, already leaking a thin but constant stream of pre onto the soft, silken fur of the bunny's chest. He snickered to himself as he slowly bathed it from top to bottom with his raspy tongue, occasionally venturing under the folds of the retracted sheath where the taste of sweat and arousal was particularly strong. Once the entire length had been adequately lubricated by his muzzle he almost reluctantly raised his head from the saliva-coated organ to study his partner's reactions. The rabbit was breathing heavily and grinning like a cat that had got the cream.
"Oh you like that, don'tcha bitch? You like it when I worship your cock? Fuck yeah you do, and there's more where that came from!"
Hawkbit was distracted enough by the final arrival of some exquisite pleasure that he almost completely ignored his partner's impertinent remark. The rabbit was panting heavily now, his body tense and twitching, his eyes half-closed. He was beginning to sink into the pleasure of the moment, slowly but surely letting what little remained of his guard down. That was the way to do it; push the rabbit further and further into his own pleasure and need until he was too lust crazed to resist. And now was the perfect time to butter up the bitch, and get some teasing in too.
"Nngggh... get to it squirrel!"
A muffled growl made Skater turn his head. Hawkbit was staring at him with lust-hazed eyes, a forepaw pointing back at his needy shaft. The neglected stud was demanding urgent attention. The squirrel humored him, reaching his right paw up and, with infinite slowness, brushing it along the inside of the muscular thigh towards the bunny's crotch; deftly teasing the irritated buck. Eventually showing some semblance of mercy he delicately grasped the base of the thick cock, eliciting a grunt of approval. But relief was not to be given, not yet. Letting Hawk grit his teeth in suspense for a few long, seemingly never-ending seconds, the brushtail paused before he finally started stroking him. The agitated lapine immediately let out a grateful sigh of relief and let his tense body relax slightly. His slate-colored fur was already glistening with sweat and his racing mind was being increasingly overwhelmed by a torrent of conflicting feelings and the pheromone-filled air. His cock was throbbing powerfully, the smaller male able to feel his partner's racing pulse through his rigid length.
Skater grinned and kept masturbating the bunny, knowing that he was already captive to the squirrel's every action, even if he was pretending to be unaware of that fact. Usually this sort of play was under the strict control of the rabbit; he didn't like to receive pawjobs often precisely because of the loss of control -however slight- they involved. The larger male preferred to go fast and hard and often, so now his partner was enjoying taking his time, dragging things out. He alternated slow, languorous caresses with bursts of rapid, almost furious strokes. To the bunny buck the rises then sudden drops in pleasure were almost excruciating. It didn't take long at all for Hawkbit's breathing to accelerate, the bunny feeling his peak approaching. He'd been strung along for far longer than he'd wanted, got so very damn horny. In other circumstances it'd almost be embarrassingly to pop so quickly, but in his current state of mind the lapine was in no mood to hold back. Instead he tried to rise the frantic pawings, gritting his teeth and attempting to hold his arousal during those periods when the squirrel slowed down, letting himself gradually be pushed closer and closer to orgasm. He began to grunt with a mixture of anger and lust, just wishing the brushtail would jack him to completion and be done with it already. His soft paws were excruciatingly tight; squeezing and gripping him in the way that only an intimate companion could, deft fingers rubbing and pressing all his most sensitive spots, teasing his tip and squeezing his base. The bunny shut his eyes as he felt the rising pressure within him; his body growing hot, his heavy balls pulling up tightly against him as they prepared to dump his load all over the brown buck's smirking face. Any moment now, any moment... With a shudder he exhaled, closed his eyes and waited...
And then nothing.
"Oh hey... is that an acorn?"
"Nnnf?!"
When the expected orgasm failed to materialize, Hawk's head whipped up, looking over his heaving chest and twitching cock, completely free of any pawing pleasure, at the squirrel beyond. Skater was grinning almost cruelly at him; having stopped at the very last moment, denying him his much anticipated release. His cock jerked in the cool air, as if seeking some source of release, throbbing angrily at being so harshly denied. Outraged, the bigger buck stared menacingly at the small brown male with a glare that by all rights should have reduced him to a small pile of smoking ash. Hawk's body tensed as he prepared to shift position and finish himself off with a few well-paced strokes.
"Oh! Whoops! Sorry about that!"
With mock surprise and a sing-song fake apology, the object of his anger suddenly reached forward, firmly gripped his maleness and resumed his stroking motions, immediately derailing the rabbit's train of thought as he was once again pushed up the steep slope to climax. His body fell back onto the grass, instantly turning to jelly as blissful pleasure once more surged through him, blossoming from between his legs as a series of well-lubricated strokes took him in seconds back up to the very needful peak of release. Hawkbit moaned, loudly and deep as his tongue lolled, slowly closing his eyes and breathing deep as he prepared to crest the wave of his climax...
"Oh hang on, my arm is getting stiff..."
But once again, just a few seconds later the stimulation stopped. This time the bunny was unable to repress a needy whine, an almost embarrassingly pitiful noise as his hips bucked at the air and his quivering cock leaked a series of frustrated spurts of pre onto his chest. Once more he craned his neck to look at the teasing fuckbuck before him, his vision blurred with sweat as Skater mimed stretching his arm and shaking some feeling into it. Long, long seconds drifted by as the squirrel hammed it up, exaggeratedly acting out getting back into position, his partner gritting his teeth in frustration as he felt himself fall back from release. With a quiet growl Hawkbit raised a paw to once more attempt to do things himself-
"Now where was I? Oh yeah!"
And the stroking resumed.
"Maybe I should use the other paw..."
And stopped.
"What about with my tail?"
And resumed.
Once, twice, five times.. It took about a minute between the bigger male being bought to the very edge of climax, being denied and then once more stroked to his peak. And the wretched squirrel kept doing it, over and over! And the dastardly buck wasn't just not letting him cum, he wasn't letting him recover enough so he could take matters into his own paws! Each time the Hawk tried to do something to push himself over the edge or even just change position, the squirrel would squeeze his shaft, sending electric sparks of pleasure up his spine and making his mind go blank with feral instinct. Despite his steadily rising desperation to cum the longear was utterly unable to do anything to cause it. He'd been edged too far, the merest brush, poke or stroke was enough to send him into convulsions, his hips thrusting fruitlessly at the air, his legs kicking out at nothing. Five minutes... ten... fifteen! The torturous teasing just went on and on as Skater seemingly never tired of finding new excuses to stop fapping his partner at the very worst moments, enjoying every second of the experience; every agonized groan, every protesting whimper. After a few more rounds of the squirrel's newest game, Hawkbit was whining like a new-born whelp and pathetically dry-humping the air above, his pride seemingly completely forgotten. He thrust his hips aggressively, sending droplets of pre flying in all directions; though most were striking the underfur of his chest with some falling to the grass below.
Eventually however Skater tired of the rather basic teasing. The squirrel had some very definite ideas about what should be happening, and more than one of them centered around his own rising arousal. The sight of the bigger buck falling so quickly and completely under his control, and being so rapidly bought to such a state of near-total helplessness, had set his libido aflame; his heart pounding in his ears and a rising nervous energy flowing through his veins. Licking his lips eagerly Skater got to his knees between the larger male's legs, his own arousal rigid and leaking, and in the perfect position to tuck neatly under a heavy pair of bunny balls as he softly bucked forward. Much to his pleasure the soft scrotum quickly surrounded his length, the delightfully silken fur tickling over its sensitive inches and quickly making him leak like a broken faucet, despite the fact that he'd climaxed not an hour earlier. Now he was in a position to pleasure himself with the bunny's body without giving anything in return, something he could have done for hours, fueled by memories of cleaning many a lapine load from his sticky tail. He thrust his hips softly, grinding against the bigger male's softness. The bunny looked absolutely exhausted, his body trembling weakly and making no efforts at all to reach climax even though the brushtail hadn't been touching the leaking, quivering cock for more than a minute. He could jack himself off like this, leaving Hawk utterly frustrated.
But he could do so, so much better than that, and had other ways to tease. His paws reached forward and he began to stroke his mate once more, at a frenetic pace, this time showing no sign at all of stopping or backing off. Hawkbit groaned in relief, his body twitching with pent up nervous energy, moaning like an utter slut as he lay there and let his partner do as he wished. He could feel the rabbit's body shudder and buck into his paws, thrusting into his grip as the gray male finally grew ever closer to what was likely to be an absolutely massive climax. The eager bucks were almost unbalancing the squirrel, a heavy and full pair of lapine nuts slapping repeatedly into his chest at the crest of each thrust. Shivering in anticipation, Skater pressed his own maleness against the twitching dick in front of him and ground their erections together, the larger painfully throbbing and slippery with pre. There were a series of desperate, needy whines and gasps at the rabbit crested the peak of pleasure, a mere instant away from release and gratification. His whole body tensed as his cock throbbed, his heavy nuts pulled up tight and he let out an ear-piercing screech, his voice quavering and barely audible over his panting moans. This would be it, at last this would...
"Unf! UNF! Yes! Ooooh yes! Gonna burst squirrely, gonna-"
And that was the exact moment Skater fell back one last time, releasing the rabbit's length but firmly gripping his flanks, holding him in position absent of all sensation. As teasing at the prior attempts had been, none of them had bought the buck that close to release before. And indeed, Hawkbit's body responded, shuddering and tensing and jerking as if he was indeed climaxing, but with his cock only releasing a sad and pitiful dribble of thick pre while the buck gasped and panted and whined.
"Nnnn.... NnnnnNNNN! Fuck... fuck fuck fuck.... Fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUCKKKK!!! HNNNNN! Hnnnn! Oh fuck! Finish it squirrel! Aaah..."
Skater watched, grinning widely as the thick bunnycock throbbed and twitched mere inches from his nose as if caught in the midst of a truly spectacular climax. But nothing emerged bar a few stray drops of pre as the rabbit's ruined orgasm stretched out and settled down, leaving the gray buck almost unable to stand, shivering with sensation and an almost overwhelming feel of loss. His voice had faded to a mere begging croak, his throat dry and his eyes crossed, his face scrunched up with effort as if he might be able to, somehow, will himself to cum. But it was not to be; the sciurine was far too much and expert in his partner's body. And he'd been taught well, very well indeed by the rabbit he was teasing.
Few people knew that there was more than one way to spoil a climax, but Skater had learned all of them, at the paws of the same buck he had just driven right to the edge of release and beyond. The rabbit's body was full of pent up instinct and desire, even as it had been drained of every ounce of sexual energy. All the effort and none of the reward; leaving him just as needy as he had been at that final penultimate second. It was a terrible thing to do to any male, and Skater most certainly wouldn't have even considered doing it to anyone but his beloved mate who had so kindly taught him that very same trick on several occasions. As the utterly defeated and deflated rabbit lay panting in a puddle of his own sweat, Skater smiled wickedly.
"Have fun? Of course you did. Nice little warmup, but we don't want to get carried away now do we? Gotta get you nice and ready for the big show, can't be wasting time fooling around, right?"
"Hnnn..."
The response was a barely decipherable whine; it wasn't even entirely clear whether the rabbit had understood the squirrel's cheerfully mocking tone as he stepped back and danced around the prone lapine. Skater tried as hard as he could to keep a straight face, but he knew he'd probably need to eat a dozen lemons to wipe the smile off of his muzzle. He stood back and allowed Hawkbit to recover himself somewhat, knowing that the final phase was at last complete. It wasn't long before the rabbit, shaking with equal parts tension, exhaustion and anger, slowly and unsteadily raised his head to face him, Skater's face nothing but devilish grin, his eyes gleaming with malice. Hawkbit was still in shock, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open, waiting for his senses to come back to him. Grinning warmly the sciurine pulled himself up the bigger buck's body, causing the rabbit to shudder and sigh as soft squirrel fur brushed over his oversensitive length. A second later their two lengths were once more grinding together as the brushtail pulled himself level with the bunny, reaching up to grip either side of the buck's shoulders.
A second later he pulled himself against the rabbit, closing his eyes and kissing him passionately on the mouth. Hawkbit's eyes went wide as a squirrely tongue forced itself into him, making him taste his own sweat and arousal from the earlier rimming. The bunny had no time or energy left at all to respond to this sudden and unexpected turn of events, simply lying back and letting the smaller buck make out with him. This sort of heated passion was not something the rabbit ever would have normally allowed, but now he accepted it as minute after minute Skater explores his mouth, his breath scented with acorns and lust.
A minute after and Skater broke the kiss, leaving the astonished rabbit flat on his back and hornier than he had ever been before. The tables had truly turned; the brushtail looked down on his mate with an air of supreme confidence and burning arousal. That little act had proved it; the rabbit had no fight in him left anymore. After all the teasing and denial, he'd given in without realizing. Giving one last charismatic grin the brushtail spoke, his voice sultry and deep.
"So... you want me to fuck you?"
Hawkbit continued to stare dumbly, having not moved a single inch from the moment the smaller buck had kissed him. The squirrel had won, they both knew it, but the bigger buck was unwilling, even now, to admit defeat. But as his cock throbbed needily, denied release countless times, there was little he could do but give in.
"Well...?"
"Nnnf! Y... yes."
"Thought so. So tell me... whose doe are you?"
The rabbit blushed under his fur, his ears going red as he felt the heat of humiliation battling with the burning fires of desire that had been so expertly stoked deep within him. He'd been edged repeatedly into whimpering desperation so subtly that he hadn't even spotted it until it was far, far too late. Closing his eyes and swallowing he finally replied, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.
"Y... yours."
"My what...?"
"Your doe..."
"Damn straight. You're mine now bitch. So get ready for the breeding of a lifetime!"