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She took her time, letting the late summer sun warm her, stopping to enjoy any tasty flayrah she happened to notice passing by. There was no rush after all, it was a fine day to be out, hawks and falcons be dammed. Further afield were the blackberry bushes, no yet full of ripe fruit but holding promise that soon this would be the case. And most of them would be hers; few in her warren wished to venture this far; the trees all around were clearly marked with the pungent scent of fox. The territory was clearly laid out, stopping just shy of he fields and extending some depth into the forest, a prime hunting ground.\n\nThere were scattered signs of the occupant here and there, wide paths stomped into the tall grass, small discarded patches of rusty colored fur, the occasional bleached bone lying on the ground. She ignored all of them and proceeded onwards, this was second nature now. Ahead lay a small grassy knoll, a large hole dug in its side. 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He was sprawled out, taking up as much space as possible, fore and hind legs stretched out as if he'd been shot stone cold dead and left to lie where he fell. This wasn't a nap, it was a deep sleep being slept [b]hard.[/b] And she knew from experience that she wasn't dealing with a young buck (or really any kind of buck at all.); the noise of her descent had caused little more than the twitching of an ear on the part of the large canine. She sat a while, feeling her heart race and her blood chill, being so close to something so dangerous. How many rabbits could say they had ever been where she was now? The idea was thrilling.\n\nIt would be polite to come back later, perhaps a bit rude to do something like stomp her foot until the predator woke. But Buttercup had a few other ideas. Stupid ideas; possibly, some captains would argue, suicidal ideas. It was [i]tharnrah[/i], an addiction to fear or excitement. Captain Campion had discussed it that very day. How young bucks would go running off recklessly after elil or would stomp around their warrens looking for a fight. It was a stupid, short-sighted sort of thing that only bought trouble and shortened lives. But Buttercup was quite sure she had it. And didn't regret that a bit.\n\nShe hopped quietly closer, until she was inches away, batting a pointed ear with a paw. It flicked back in an irritated fashion. It was of course terribly childish, the sort of thing you did to littermates as a kit. And certainly what she was doing now and she turned around and brushed her tail beneath the pointed muzzle was far from proper manners. Whiskers twitched and a lip curled at the ticking as she swished her short, fluffy tail back and forth, exposing several ivory-white teeth. Suddenly nostrils flared at a familiar scent and the fox began to sniff the air, hind leg kicking spasmodically. Someone was having an interesting dream, at least now anyway.\n\nButtercup carefully stepped away as the large head moved forward slightly, leaving the fox scenting empty air. He still hadn't awoken, things were getting more interesting second after second. Wondering just how far she could push things she traced a paw lightly down the rusty flank. The hind leg kicked again, sharp claws flicking at nothing. This was another thing she'd learned over time, she scritched again and the same thing happened, the fox emitting a deep growl.\n\nThis time the fox's entire body shifted, the sniffing behind her become louder, more intense. He was tracking her down in his sleep. This time she held her position as the fox curled round, dragging his forequarters across the floor in her direction. Amused, Buttercup turned around and flicked her tail against the tip of the fox's nose. He pressed back, sniffing at the intruder, ruffling the fur on her hindquarters. She'd once thought his nose was always cold and wet, but learned that that was apparently only true when they were awake. Now his nose was dry, hot, and surprisingly rough. The muzzle questioningly moved over her sniffing and pressing curiously, leaving a trail of raised tufts of fur. With a quiet giggle Buttercup sat on it.\n\nThere was a loud snort and a pair of emerald green eyes snapped open. The vulpine's head snapped back in surprise, shock showing for a moment, then recognition. The eyes narrowed in annoyance before the fox yawned, mouth opening wide, showing off several rows of pointy teeth. A hot blast blew over the rabbit as the mouth slowly closed, tongue slipping out to smooth whiskers and wet the very tip of the nose.\n\n\"Showoff.\"\n\n\nThere was another growl, quiet and deep. A lip curled back and jaws parted the muzzle scrunching up and baring teeth once more. 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She reached a paw up and brushed it on the underside of the ruddy brown stomach; watching it move in and out as the fox breathed, slowly moving his head down towards her tail. But she had an opening, now, moving he paw back, tracing the line of fur down to where something thick and smooth and warm twitched eagerly as she gingerly moved her paw across it.\n\nShe felt the fox pause, stiffen, heard the sharp hissing intake of breath. This close even against the warmth of the den she could feel the heat radiating off of it. She reached up with both paws, barely managing to wrap them around it, tugging gently down. There was a moment's resistance, then the large canine slowly and carefully lay down, just beside her, his thick stomach fur brushing against her face. Now that it was more accessible she pressed her muzzle and chest against the thick cock, feeling it pulsing with the fox' heartbeat, brushing it teasingly with her paws.\n\nHer mate's entire body curled around her, hips twitching slightly, hind leg flicking out as he tried not to buck. Buttercup licked her lips and let the excitement, fear and arousal guide her movements; supurring her to things he'd not normally consider, her tongue playing around the tip of the turgid member, slicking it, making it wet. Her paws moved down towards the sheath, squeezing and rubbing the large, sensitive bulge there. Behind her she could hear heavy, hot panting and the occasional suppressed whimper, warm breaths blowing over hindquarters, ruffling her still wet fur. She flicked her tail, exposing the white fur beneath, beckoning.\n\nHer vulpine partner didn't need any more invitation, muzzle pushing insistently between her legs, long, thick tongue once more licking along the fur and sensitive lips there. It was hot, wet and rough, lapping up between her legs, ruffling her fur, the tip curling and flicking under her tail. She began to pant as her fur grew slick from saliva and her own sweat in the heat. This seemed to excite the fox further as he began to explore the rabbit more, tongue tracing over her hindquarters in long, slow strokes before dipping back towards her stomach and flicking over more familiar areas.\n\nSlowly Buttercup was pressed forward, the nuzzling at her rear pushing her between the fox's legs as her curled around her, forepaws on her side, pressing her closer. Getting more and more aroused she opened her mouth, slowly letting herself be pressed onto the throbbing foxcock, her mouth filling with the hick meat, tongue slipping wetly around beneath it. Even having done this so many times before she couldn't take near the full length, but rubbed her pawpads briskly over the remaining length, feeling the firm yet yielding flesh.\n\nNow and then she pulled back, letting her tongue dart and dance around the sensitive tip, sometimes even pulling away completely, teasing and tracing hot wet lines along the entire length, exploring it and feeling it pulse beneath her. Rubbing and squeezing the length with her forepaws she gave it a series of short, sharp licks from the base back to the tip before nuzzling forward once more, taking it insider her mouth, sucking firmly. It wasn't long before she noticed the familiar taste of pre, hot and sticky and surprisingly voluminous. coating her mouth in occasional bursts.\n\nThe fox's ministrations became more urgent and predatory; he began to push his nose against her, pressing and rubbing it against her, seeking out her wet slit and her excited scent. The tip of his tongue shot forward, parting her, curling and twisting and exploring inwards ever deeper. She could feel pointed teeth nibbling and nipping at her fur, occasionally pulling back and tracing a line across her flank. She grew ever wetter both from the licking and from her own fluids. Suddenly his muzzle closed softly but firmly on her hindquarters, teeth digging gently into her fur as the tongue began to lap furiously at her, stroking against her pussy again and again, making her entire body jerk and twitch. A deep predatory growl, low and strong, almost like a purr erupted from the fox's throat, vibrations running through her. That was enough to push her over the edge.\n\nShe felt a burst of warmth as she climaxed, her partner clamping down more firmly on her as she wriggled and squirmed in his grasp, his tongue still rubbing against her, tasting her release, not letting up for a second, spurring her on as she climaxed again and again. The intense feeling was almost unbearable. Buttercup shut her eyes, panting wetly around the length filling her mouth, grasping it tightly and pressing against it as the waves of pleasure moved through her body. This spurred her mate onwards and shortly after he joined her in ecstasy, cock spasming violently, shooting a load of hot fluid into the receptive bunny. He released his grip on her panting raggedly and heavily, making almost incoherent growls of pleasure as his whole body shifted and thrust.\n\nThe cock quivered and pulsed as it squirted hot jets down the back of her throat. Buttercup swallowed as much as she could but was unable to keep pace as burst after burst of hot seed filled her small mouth up rapidly, spilling out around the thick meat and running down her chin. She was quickly forced to back off, feeling the next blast hit her muzzle, spurting over her nose and mouth. And still it continued, further spurts making a sticky mess over her head and chest, splattering over her fur and being rubbed into her has the fox's hips began to buck wildly, his shaft rubbing and pressing against her, leaving thick patches of fluid smeared over her. Gradually the spurts and thrusts slowed. After a minute or so the rabbit opened her eyes, watching the still erect cock twitch gently, a thin stream of cum still leaking from the tip. Strings and splotches of spooge covered her face, stomach and paws.\n\nShe snorted, clearing her sticky nose and began to clean up the stray drips along the shaft, feeling her mate moan quietly and quiver as she moved over his still sensitive member as it very slowly started to soften and retract back into its sheath. It would take a [b]lot[/b] of cleaning to get her own fur clean, the sooner she started, the better. For several minutes she groomed the sticky fluids from both his fur and hers, catching her breath and feeling her body relax, slowly sinking into he warm afterglow, listening to the slowing breathing of the vulpine next to her. From ears to tail she was a mess, slick with sweat, fox seed and her own arousal, her fur ruffled and disturbed and streaked with dust from the den. But it had been worth it for such an intense experience.\n\nA paw fell over her back, claws digging in lightly as it pulled her roughly back. She found herself hauled up past the fox's chest. For a moment she stared up at him, green eyes in the dark, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he panted quietly. Then, without warning, the muzzle came forward, long pink tongue licking over her slowly, from the tip of her nose up over her ears, flattening her fur, pressing gently down. This happened several times before she could react, cleaning her face and replacing the heavy scent of male fox with the slightly diluted smell of her own fluids.\n\nFor a moment she sat there, thinking. It was still almost oppressively hot, especially here, after all that had happened. Too hot to move, too hot to think. It would be [i]hours[/i] before the sun set and the coolness of the evening would seep through the tunnels. She could afford to take her time, everyone knew where she was and she couldn't be expected back too soon. Her gaze moved over the larger form next to her, ears pricked, chest rising and failing, the tip of a bushy tail twitching slightly. It might be best just to sleep out the rest of the day, she reasoned. A nice long nap would do them both some good.\n\nAnd after that, maybe a brisk walk and some exercise in the cool night air...\n\n",
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These characters are both from the Watership down TV series.
This is what happens when you tease a fox sexually and then try to be playful by running away. You get licked and slurped ^^
Drawing is done by Me
Story was written by a good friend of mine.
Here is the next part of the series:
https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1264790
Here is the previous part of the series:
https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1253345
Enjoy ^^
Alternative
The two rabbits charged forward at the enemy, an older, scarred buck. But he nimbly dodged out of the way, fetching one a firm kick as he did so and turning to strike the other. Both fell and tumbled across the grass. A third attempted an attack from behind but was dispatched with a spinning kick. The enemy buck was once more undefeated.
"So, captain... what do you think?"
Buttercup surveyed the damage; not a single one of her warren's owsla had managed to stop captain Campion or even give him much trouble. They had been training, or at least trying to for most of the summer under the visitations and occasional tutelage of some of Watership Down's more experienced captains. But progress was slow, they had no choice but to build everything up from scratch and the lack of experience was painfully obvious.
"Not bad, considering. They put up some sort of fight. Nothing spectacular of course, but reasonable."
"That's good to hear, it's so hard to tell without an experienced opinion. And we do need a well trained owlsla, no matter what some might say."
"'Some' indeed. Apparently a bunch of your lot think you can rely on elil for defense."
"We can, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't be able to defend ourselves."
"You can, can you? Living here, taking food from Man, a fox of all things... I'm not sure if the whole lot of you aren't mad. No rabbits should live like this"
"Perhaps, or perhaps there are alternatives; your chief rabbit is a big believer in new ways of doing things."
Campion snorted dismissively and bounded off to lecture the owlsla on proper defensive technique. He was suspicious of how things were done here, outsiders always were. Sometimes she wondered if it was simply that they didn't understand or if, somehow, they'd all actually gone mad, bit by bit without noticing. But then she recalled all she'd heard of the Watership rabbits and the strange and daring things they'd done. If they could accomplish all that in the way they had, then surely her little... arrangements weren't so bad? Speaking of which...
She hopped over to captain Oxalis. He led the owsla now and could easily be chief rabbit if he so chose. Having a doe lead was another curiosity of her warren. In a way he had already taken command; he organized training, scouts and patrols, a lot of the rabbits in Buttercup's warren answered to him now. But he had seen enough for long enough to have some sense and didn't wish to jockey for position; the fact that he was content where he was made him a great asset and bode well for the time when he would have to take over. Not yet, hopefully not for a long time to come, but like the changing of seasons it was inevitable.
"I'm going out, I'll be some time."
"The fox?"
"Yes, just checking up on things."
"Right."
She loped off at an easy, steady pace. Nobody paid any heed, whether they knew what she was doing or not. It had been several seasons that she'd been doing this and in the strange way of all things, the very repetition had made it normal, almost natural. This was just the way things were now.
It was a familiar journey, through the hedge maze and out across the fields. She took her time, letting the late summer sun warm her, stopping to enjoy any tasty flayrah she happened to notice passing by. There was no rush after all, it was a fine day to be out, hawks and falcons be dammed. Further afield were the blackberry bushes, no yet full of ripe fruit but holding promise that soon this would be the case. And most of them would be hers; few in her warren wished to venture this far; the trees all around were clearly marked with the pungent scent of fox. The territory was clearly laid out, stopping just shy of he fields and extending some depth into the forest, a prime hunting ground.
There were scattered signs of the occupant here and there, wide paths stomped into the tall grass, small discarded patches of rusty colored fur, the occasional bleached bone lying on the ground. She ignored all of them and proceeded onwards, this was second nature now. Ahead lay a small grassy knoll, a large hole dug in its side. Large at least to a bunny; Buttercup could stand in it on her hind feet and her ears wouldn't touch the roof of the tunnels.
The scent of fox was very strong here, this was not a place passed by or frequented, no, a fox lived here. The musty odor wafted through the tunnels on the cool underground breezes. Buttercup stepped inside calmly, blinking as the bright sunlight gave way to earthen darkness. She was alone and half blind in the tunnels of an elil. It was a terrifying experience for any rabbit, bu she'd been here before. She focused her fear, sensing her fur stand on end, feeling her body tense and shiver. You could ride terror, if you were careful, use it to your advantage. And this, this in its own way was fun.
Compared to her warren the tunnels were simple; there was an entrance through which she had just passed, a central chamber and a second exit, presumably for use if the first was attacked or blocked. They were still surprisingly extensive, for what little signs of digging showed aboveground. The tunnel floor turned from soft dirt to firmer rock. The central chamber hadn't been dug, it was large and oddly shaped, the floor falling away just past the entrance, leaving a rocky ledge that had to be scrabbled up awkwardly whenever you wanted to leave. Maybe it was a natural hollow in the earth, or water had washed away the soil, it was impossible to tell, only that it hadn't been dug by any paws, small or large.
Finally she was at her destination. Her eyesight, still impaired, picked out the large, curled form below her. The sun had been hot aboveground, but it was somehow hotter down here, the air thick and humid. She skittered carefully down the uneven slope into the den proper, sitting a moment to let her eyes adjust. The fox was fast asleep, as many creatures were at such a hot time of day. He was sprawled out, taking up as much space as possible, fore and hind legs stretched out as if he'd been shot stone cold dead and left to lie where he fell. This wasn't a nap, it was a deep sleep being slept hard. And she knew from experience that she wasn't dealing with a young buck (or really any kind of buck at all.); the noise of her descent had caused little more than the twitching of an ear on the part of the large canine. She sat a while, feeling her heart race and her blood chill, being so close to something so dangerous. How many rabbits could say they had ever been where she was now? The idea was thrilling.
It would be polite to come back later, perhaps a bit rude to do something like stomp her foot until the predator woke. But Buttercup had a few other ideas. Stupid ideas; possibly, some captains would argue, suicidal ideas. It was tharnrah, an addiction to fear or excitement. Captain Campion had discussed it that very day. How young bucks would go running off recklessly after elil or would stomp around their warrens looking for a fight. It was a stupid, short-sighted sort of thing that only bought trouble and shortened lives. But Buttercup was quite sure she had it. And didn't regret that a bit.
She hopped quietly closer, until she was inches away, batting a pointed ear with a paw. It flicked back in an irritated fashion. It was of course terribly childish, the sort of thing you did to littermates as a kit. And certainly what she was doing now and she turned around and brushed her tail beneath the pointed muzzle was far from proper manners. Whiskers twitched and a lip curled at the ticking as she swished her short, fluffy tail back and forth, exposing several ivory-white teeth. Suddenly nostrils flared at a familiar scent and the fox began to sniff the air, hind leg kicking spasmodically. Someone was having an interesting dream, at least now anyway.
Buttercup carefully stepped away as the large head moved forward slightly, leaving the fox scenting empty air. He still hadn't awoken, things were getting more interesting second after second. Wondering just how far she could push things she traced a paw lightly down the rusty flank. The hind leg kicked again, sharp claws flicking at nothing. This was another thing she'd learned over time, she scritched again and the same thing happened, the fox emitting a deep growl.
This time the fox's entire body shifted, the sniffing behind her become louder, more intense. He was tracking her down in his sleep. This time she held her position as the fox curled round, dragging his forequarters across the floor in her direction. Amused, Buttercup turned around and flicked her tail against the tip of the fox's nose. He pressed back, sniffing at the intruder, ruffling the fur on her hindquarters. She'd once thought his nose was always cold and wet, but learned that that was apparently only true when they were awake. Now his nose was dry, hot, and surprisingly rough. The muzzle questioningly moved over her sniffing and pressing curiously, leaving a trail of raised tufts of fur. With a quiet giggle Buttercup sat on it.
There was a loud snort and a pair of emerald green eyes snapped open. The vulpine's head snapped back in surprise, shock showing for a moment, then recognition. The eyes narrowed in annoyance before the fox yawned, mouth opening wide, showing off several rows of pointy teeth. A hot blast blew over the rabbit as the mouth slowly closed, tongue slipping out to smooth whiskers and wet the very tip of the nose.
"Showoff."
There was another growl, quiet and deep. A lip curled back and jaws parted the muzzle scrunching up and baring teeth once more. The fox lunged forward, slow as a glacier, jaws snapping shut with an echoing 'clop' where Buttercup had just been. She laughed and bounded away as the fox rose unsteadily to his feet, still shaking off sleep. He padded after her as she made a feint for the exit. The den was cramped but she was agile, skittering away. She jumped up on a small rock and made to wiggle her tail teasingly at her pursuer. Before she could however a broad muzzle nudged underneath her, lifting her hind feet from the ground. She found herself balanced awkwardly on it, feet kicking at the air, forepaws scrabbling at the rock in front of her, trying not to lose her balance.
A long, hot tongue flicked out, flicking beneath her, lapping at the fur on her stomach, slowly moving back as she lost her balance, slipping off the muzzle, tipping sideways. She felt something warm and wet brush up against her, flipping her over and causing her to tumble head over tail across the ground. She landed on her side just as a powerful set of jaws clamped carefully around her neck, the teeth closing neatly either side of it. Shocked Buttercup emitted a shrill squeak. A deep, hungry growl vibrated in the fox's throat and through her body as she was gently dragged her back to the center of the den.
She was quickly released, the fox slowly and confidently padding forward, standing over her as she lay on her side, heart racing breath coming in short, almost panicked gasps. It had all happened so fast, mere seconds but they stretched out, so very exhilarating. Her entire body wanted to bolt and run for the horizon, the feeling was electric. As she sat, quivering, breathing deep lungfuls of the hot, humid air she became aware of another scent underlying the fug of fox. It was hot, and musky, and expected.
The hunched form was twice her height even crouched so low, long bushy tail swishing back and forth slowly, almost hypnotically. She reached a paw up and brushed it on the underside of the ruddy brown stomach; watching it move in and out as the fox breathed, slowly moving his head down towards her tail. But she had an opening, now, moving he paw back, tracing the line of fur down to where something thick and smooth and warm twitched eagerly as she gingerly moved her paw across it.
She felt the fox pause, stiffen, heard the sharp hissing intake of breath. This close even against the warmth of the den she could feel the heat radiating off of it. She reached up with both paws, barely managing to wrap them around it, tugging gently down. There was a moment's resistance, then the large canine slowly and carefully lay down, just beside her, his thick stomach fur brushing against her face. Now that it was more accessible she pressed her muzzle and chest against the thick cock, feeling it pulsing with the fox' heartbeat, brushing it teasingly with her paws.
Her mate's entire body curled around her, hips twitching slightly, hind leg flicking out as he tried not to buck. Buttercup licked her lips and let the excitement, fear and arousal guide her movements; supurring her to things he'd not normally consider, her tongue playing around the tip of the turgid member, slicking it, making it wet. Her paws moved down towards the sheath, squeezing and rubbing the large, sensitive bulge there. Behind her she could hear heavy, hot panting and the occasional suppressed whimper, warm breaths blowing over hindquarters, ruffling her still wet fur. She flicked her tail, exposing the white fur beneath, beckoning.
Her vulpine partner didn't need any more invitation, muzzle pushing insistently between her legs, long, thick tongue once more licking along the fur and sensitive lips there. It was hot, wet and rough, lapping up between her legs, ruffling her fur, the tip curling and flicking under her tail. She began to pant as her fur grew slick from saliva and her own sweat in the heat. This seemed to excite the fox further as he began to explore the rabbit more, tongue tracing over her hindquarters in long, slow strokes before dipping back towards her stomach and flicking over more familiar areas.
Slowly Buttercup was pressed forward, the nuzzling at her rear pushing her between the fox's legs as her curled around her, forepaws on her side, pressing her closer. Getting more and more aroused she opened her mouth, slowly letting herself be pressed onto the throbbing foxcock, her mouth filling with the hick meat, tongue slipping wetly around beneath it. Even having done this so many times before she couldn't take near the full length, but rubbed her pawpads briskly over the remaining length, feeling the firm yet yielding flesh.
Now and then she pulled back, letting her tongue dart and dance around the sensitive tip, sometimes even pulling away completely, teasing and tracing hot wet lines along the entire length, exploring it and feeling it pulse beneath her. Rubbing and squeezing the length with her forepaws she gave it a series of short, sharp licks from the base back to the tip before nuzzling forward once more, taking it insider her mouth, sucking firmly. It wasn't long before she noticed the familiar taste of pre, hot and sticky and surprisingly voluminous. coating her mouth in occasional bursts.
The fox's ministrations became more urgent and predatory; he began to push his nose against her, pressing and rubbing it against her, seeking out her wet slit and her excited scent. The tip of his tongue shot forward, parting her, curling and twisting and exploring inwards ever deeper. She could feel pointed teeth nibbling and nipping at her fur, occasionally pulling back and tracing a line across her flank. She grew ever wetter both from the licking and from her own fluids. Suddenly his muzzle closed softly but firmly on her hindquarters, teeth digging gently into her fur as the tongue began to lap furiously at her, stroking against her pussy again and again, making her entire body jerk and twitch. A deep predatory growl, low and strong, almost like a purr erupted from the fox's throat, vibrations running through her. That was enough to push her over the edge.
She felt a burst of warmth as she climaxed, her partner clamping down more firmly on her as she wriggled and squirmed in his grasp, his tongue still rubbing against her, tasting her release, not letting up for a second, spurring her on as she climaxed again and again. The intense feeling was almost unbearable. Buttercup shut her eyes, panting wetly around the length filling her mouth, grasping it tightly and pressing against it as the waves of pleasure moved through her body. This spurred her mate onwards and shortly after he joined her in ecstasy, cock spasming violently, shooting a load of hot fluid into the receptive bunny. He released his grip on her panting raggedly and heavily, making almost incoherent growls of pleasure as his whole body shifted and thrust.
The cock quivered and pulsed as it squirted hot jets down the back of her throat. Buttercup swallowed as much as she could but was unable to keep pace as burst after burst of hot seed filled her small mouth up rapidly, spilling out around the thick meat and running down her chin. She was quickly forced to back off, feeling the next blast hit her muzzle, spurting over her nose and mouth. And still it continued, further spurts making a sticky mess over her head and chest, splattering over her fur and being rubbed into her has the fox's hips began to buck wildly, his shaft rubbing and pressing against her, leaving thick patches of fluid smeared over her. Gradually the spurts and thrusts slowed. After a minute or so the rabbit opened her eyes, watching the still erect cock twitch gently, a thin stream of cum still leaking from the tip. Strings and splotches of spooge covered her face, stomach and paws.
She snorted, clearing her sticky nose and began to clean up the stray drips along the shaft, feeling her mate moan quietly and quiver as she moved over his still sensitive member as it very slowly started to soften and retract back into its sheath. It would take a lot of cleaning to get her own fur clean, the sooner she started, the better. For several minutes she groomed the sticky fluids from both his fur and hers, catching her breath and feeling her body relax, slowly sinking into he warm afterglow, listening to the slowing breathing of the vulpine next to her. From ears to tail she was a mess, slick with sweat, fox seed and her own arousal, her fur ruffled and disturbed and streaked with dust from the den. But it had been worth it for such an intense experience.
A paw fell over her back, claws digging in lightly as it pulled her roughly back. She found herself hauled up past the fox's chest. For a moment she stared up at him, green eyes in the dark, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he panted quietly. Then, without warning, the muzzle came forward, long pink tongue licking over her slowly, from the tip of her nose up over her ears, flattening her fur, pressing gently down. This happened several times before she could react, cleaning her face and replacing the heavy scent of male fox with the slightly diluted smell of her own fluids.
For a moment she sat there, thinking. It was still almost oppressively hot, especially here, after all that had happened. Too hot to move, too hot to think. It would be hours before the sun set and the coolness of the evening would seep through the tunnels. She could afford to take her time, everyone knew where she was and she couldn't be expected back too soon. Her gaze moved over the larger form next to her, ears pricked, chest rising and failing, the tip of a bushy tail twitching slightly. It might be best just to sleep out the rest of the day, she reasoned. A nice long nap would do them both some good.
And after that, maybe a brisk walk and some exercise in the cool night air...
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