This is the last part of the series for now. Buttercup and Her Fox mate for the first time.
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Story was written by a good friend of mine
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Intrusion
The moon was large and yellow and full and sat close to the horizon, as if basking in the last dying blush of sunset. Above the stars began to emerge, one by one, twinkling. As the late summer day faded the oppressive heat leaked away, replaced by a surprising cool. A gentle breeze rustled through the grass, making it whisper to itself in the yawning silence of the night.
In what could be considered a field but which was actually more a clearing a small shape moved among the tall stalks, barely visible for the nodding grass, two pointed ears not even clearing the season's vigorous growth. It jumped and bobbed around a thatch of blackberry bushes, stopping now and then to sample one, enjoying the sweet flavor that had been ripening for months.This was Buttercup's favorite time of year, that late summertime when everything was ripe and ready for harvest, a time for raiding gardens and exploring bushes. She'd eaten a lot the past week or two and was even putting on a little weight. This was not something rabbits tended to do, they preferred to be as lean, quick and inedible as possible. But Buttercup lived a different life now. Sometimes she wondered if she was becoming like the hutch rabbits she'd met down at the farm, growing plump and indolent. Perhaps she was, a little, but there were worse things to be.
Still, as perfect as things were the rabbit was uncomfortable. It was indeed a certain time of year, one that spoke to deep-seated natural instincts and stirred her body into action. This had been a constant problem for her her entire life. She had started leading her warren at a young age due to its somewhat unusual situation and there had never been time for mates or kits or even the foolishness of having a bit of fun. She'd always had her position to maintain and personal needs had been dealt with privately. At least until her current situation had... arisen. Since then of course things had been more interesting.
But still not sufficient. Somehow her body knew she was cheating it. She was quite an age for a rabbit now and its urgings had become more and more insistent and distracting no matter how she tried to quell them. Simple stimulation wasn't enough anymore, no matter how she tried to hide that fact. She was restless and slightly irritable, panting and hot even in the cool night air. Still, if everything went well a solution would be forthcoming soon enough. If everything... went well...
Something was wrong.
The susurration of the wind in the grass had a different tone about it now; there was another noise, something else disturbing it, trying to hide itself in the sound. It was large and downwind so she wouldn't catch the scent and stalking low to the ground so she couldn't see it. Few enemies ventured here anymore, only the very stupid, very ignorant or very, very strong. The fur standing up on her back told her she was dealing with the latter, something that was powerful enough that it didn't care what else it came across. Her ears pricked, straining to locate the sound, her body tensing, heart racing, ready for flight. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something large and monochrome, powerful and predatory. Badger. Picking a likely direction she waited no longer, dashing off across the clearing and up a hill, screaming loudly, drawing attention to her plight.
The hunter followed, no longer trying to be stealthy, large powerful body tearing through the grass behind her, leaving an obvious furrow, scattering birds and insects as it tore past. She was faster up hills, this she knew from a lifetime's experience, but there was no way she'd be able to outrun this attacker, not for long anyway. And there were no burrows out here, no places to hide that couldn't be easily discovered. Still she ran on, delaying the inevitable, cresting the hill and heading back down. Now the hunter had the advantage, using his greater mass and size to plow through the thick growth, using gravity to his advantage. The thick grass stems tugged and brushed past the rabbit as she ran, slowing her down, pulling her back. She was not halfway down the hill when the badger caught her.
He struck her side, knocking her over, jaws closing smoothly over the fur at the nape of her neck, dragging her with the larger form as they both slid to a halt, cushioned only by the grass beneath them. Buttercup tumbled a bit and slipped free, ending up sprawled over the ground, flat on her stomach breathing heavily, almost totally winded. There was little she could do but lie there and pant as the elil approached, walking triumphantly over to her, head low to the ground, sniffing eagerly.
"Got you longear..."
This was it; she'd made a lot of noise, hopefully that would be enough... She tried to get to her feet, legs aching with fatigue, slow and leaden, stumbling back, trying to keep her distance. There was no way to escape, not here, not now. Her only chance was to keep the hunter distracted, completely focused on her and hope that reinforcements would reach her in time to have the perfect opening. Was that the sound of someone dashing through grass?
Suddenly another shape lunged out of the darkness, slightly thinner but taller and rusty red. It collided with the badger, claws extended taking it by surprise. The badger was unprepared as sharp claws scratched a series of deep furrows across its flanks. It screeched in pain, falling over as powerful jaws snapped over a kicking paw, twisting violently. The fox took full advantage of the momentary gain, pinning the stronger creature beneath his body and tearing at it with claws and teeth before the larger creature managed to sluggishly throw him off. The badger made to counterattack but had been hurt badly in the initial attack, and was unable to move fast enough to catch the quicker canine. The fox backed off each time, circling around and attacking a vulnerable spot. Quickly the badger gave up, backing off while growling angrily. The fox pursued, stalking forward, coat bristling, barking angrily, less words than rage turned to sound.
"Mine! My place! My den! My food! My grass! MINE!!!"
That had been enough, the badger was gravely injured and had no choice to flee, not even stopping to look back as it limped away as fast as it could, the sharp scent of blood still in the air. Buttercup could still hear the noise as the the duo departed off into the distance The fox would chase the intruder to the edge of his territory, possibly a bit beyond. The badger would likely live; trying to kill it outright would be too risky. But after a defeat like that it wouldn't return anytime soon.
Buttercup slowly got to her feet, still panting heavily, body weak with a mixture of shock and fear. That had been the largest intruder here since she'd arrived, and her first 'personal' encounter with a badger, a close call too. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, the ache of fatigue setting in, sapping her strength. It had been more luck than skill that had saved her that time and she'd be seeing those bared teeth and snarling expression in her dreams for a while yet.
Shortly after there came the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps and the fox returned, running full tilt and panting heavily. He skidded awkwardly to a stop, bumping softly into her and knocking her back to the ground, muzzle brushing briskly over her, sniffing rapidly, looking for injury. She pushed him away gently as she got to her feet, only to be pressed back under the sheer force of the interrogation, the vulpine muttering and growling the whole time.
"Mine! MY place! Mine!"
"I'm fine, really, little sore but okay."
"Mine! All mine! Kill!"
"Yes, there's no argument there, could I just perhaps stand up?"
The fox didn't let up, nose bumping against her repeatedly, scruffing her fur, poking beneath her, tripping her up in a frenzied investigation covering her from tip to tail. Especially tail in fact. Not surprising really, after a run like that and in the state she was in she had to positively reek of interesting. She sighed, a little annoyed at all the attention when she just wanted to sit down, catch her breath and relax a little. As the pointed muzzle made another pass past her hindquarters she shoved back on it, eliciting a surprised snort as tailfluff invaded nostril. His head jerked back as the fox shook it violently back and forth, instinctively clearing his nose. She looked over her shoulder and flicked her tail at him, the white fur beneath it almost glowing in the moonlight.
"Mine..."
"Yours, if you'll calm down for a moment."
That seemed to have broken the spell; the terror was over, the invader defeated. Buttercup straightened herself up, brushing paws over herself, realigning misplaced fur while the larger male looked on, still concerned. After a while she heard him padding over, large sleek head descending, brushing against her flank, from her shoulder down to her hindquarters, gently stroking down before repeating the motion. Now and then she felt the sensation of fur being run between pointed tooth tips, ever so gently nipped as he groomed her. She shivered lightly, feeling her toes curl in pleasure, digging into the soft ground as she pushed back against him, feeling the warmth of his body against her.
When she was sure her fur was in a presentable state she slipped out from beneath him and slowly loped off to a more... fitting location nearby. One where the grass was thinner near the trees. Here the moonlight itself was dappled, casting everything in a strange, silvery light. There was only one thing to do on a night like that, after what had just happened. She needed to unwind a little. Once more she flicked her tail, flashing it in the moonlight like a beacon, pressing her chest low to the ground with hips up and tail raised, her rump and vulva pressed out, parted gently to show the sliver of glistening cherry pink. Her partner needed no further instruction, padding up quietly behind her, snout slipping easily between her legs.
The attack had obviously got to both of them; the fox was forward, insistent seeking out her need and pressing into it. His muzzle moved rapidly back and forth, brushing against her wet lips and parting them; his rapid hot breaths tickling over her fur, making her twitch. Her eyes crossed as a long, rough tongue darted out, pressing into her eagerly, parting her wet slit and pressing in deep. The fox's motions were aggressive as he kept eagerly lapping at her pussy, his rounded nosetip rubbing at her pucker as she shuddered and gasped, pushing back onto him and dripping her arousal everywhere. Her tail stayed up high and her thighs apart to give him easy access as her instincts began to take over, her body begging for it as he kept rubbing and prodding with his quite talented tongue.
The fox growled long and low and deep, nipping gently at her with his teeth pulling back and letting her lips close back up before lapping at her once more, tongue sinking slowly into her depths, rubbing against her walls and pressing down against her clit. With a wet sound he withdrew from her as she gasped and clenched her muscles, a thin strand of slick fluid bursting out from her depths to splash over his nose before being hungrily lapped up. Feeling the cool on her hot body, her hind end still high in the air, her sex quivering against her mate's every touch, her hind legs stretched and forced her arousal against him. She wanted it. She needed it. Once more he leaned in close with his snout parting her vulva, his lips nuzzling around her sex. He gently flicked at her flesh, tasting the earthy-sweet flavor of her excitement as she grunted and pushed back, her sex swallowing up his nose. Her hot flesh smothered him and squeezed against his snout, the pressure of her pelvic muscles nearly forcing him out again. Ignoring this he leaned in and parted her folds with his muzzle, burying his tongue into her depths to taste her powerful scent. The hot flesh of her pussy pushed back against him again and he buried more of his snout inside her, forced to breathe wetly through his mouth, sucking air in from outside with a deep, guttural squelch that filled her canal to gape her open. He lapped at the walls that were squeezing him from every angle, only to have her muscles clench and grasp needily at his tongue. A gush of her fluids trickled down over his chinfur, soaking it.
Her mate moaned a bit as the viscous strand of her lubrication dribbled out over her clit and down his snout. Eager, he licked it up and trailed his tongue to her lips, burying it between them again in one fluid motion. Her velvety walls were soft, swollen, and snug around his tongue, her inner temperature much higher than his. Her fluids were almost as hot as she was as they dribbled down over his snout and slipped between his lips. His muzzle pressed in ever deeper, more than an inch sinking inside, his tongue lapping at her folds and gulping down every bit of fluid he coaxed from her depths. She cooed at him and clenched her muscles tight, closing her walls in one quick motion, the soft flesh collapsing on itself, as he prodded at it with his tongue. She was certain now; the seed of an idea she'd been considering for months blossomed into certainty.
She pulled away hopping out of the canine's reach, leaving him panting excitedly, muzzle splashed with her arousal. Before he could respond she bounded over to a fallen log, covered with soft moss and jumped halfway over it, mounting it and leaving her hindquarters lifted off the ground. Confused her partner approached her slowly, unsure of her intent.
"Come on, hop up big boy, I know we can do this."
He still hesitated, stepping forward uncertainly as if trying to confirm her desire. If she was being honest with herself she wasn't sure she could handle this; he'd always pushed her, tested her limits with his muzzle and tongue and she herself had experimented with increasingly larger objects over the seasons, most recently a carrot given to her by one of the Watership rabbits. But being mounted by a fox was a different matter entirely. It had taken a lot of consideration and thought not to mention an especially intense heat and a badger attack to get her this far, if she didn't try this now she never would. She wriggled her hips and encouraged him again as he placed his forepaws on the log, either side of her. So raised she was tucked just beneath his chest; they could mate in the standard fashion if he just inched forward a bit...
Buttercup looked behind her, mere inches away from her was his throbbing cock, long strands of precum drooling out the tip of it to splash in a puddle between his hind legs as he slowly leaned forward. She could feel his cock tense and prod between her hind legs, tickling at her moist lips and spurting thin, hot strands of precum up against the underside of her stomach. A nervous shudder rocked through her body and she swallowed hard, bracing herself for the impending mount, letting out a gentle whimper as her anticipation grew, leaning back into him, eagerly waiting for his cock tip to plunge inside.
But that wasn't to be, not just yet. Instead the hot length pressed up against her, rubbing against her exquisitely sensitive slit, parting it with its girth, the tip dipping inside as it passed, each slow thrust coating her fur with more and more sticky pre, helping the fox slip by. She gasped at the stimulation, slicking his length with her fluids and pressing warmly back into his gentle thrusts. For a few seconds he held back, but their combined need and her scent soaked into him pushed him onwards. He shuffled slightly as he thrust, pressing forward and slipping in.
The rabbit grunted as she felt him invade, the huge, throbbing dick forced itself into her, into flesh and folds of sensitized and desperately aroused skin spreading her wide around his shaft as it slid tightly yet smoothly into her body. The first thrust was slow and gentle, inch after hot inch sinking in as she took every bit, feeling her tight entrance resist but slowly give as he pressed onward. He sat for a moment inside her thoroughly wet and filled pussy before he pulled back out with intentional slowness as her breath caught in her throat before diving back in. Her eye were rolled back in her head and her tongue was hanging out as the dog fox filled her with his cock. Her tail was raised high and her legs parted for ease of access, back arched as she pushed back.
The fox's cock bent as the pointed tip plunged as deep as it would go pushing firmly into the tight opening, stretching it wider to accomodate him, the engorged member forming a shapely bulge in in the rabbit's belly as it shifted back and forth inside her. Tiny spurts of vulpine seed squirted out from between his bulging shaft and her moistened lips, spattering against his inner thighs as he thrust. Her entire body was moving with him now, bucking forward and being yanked back. Each time he sank deeper and deeper into her as she fought to relax around him, inviting him to thrust harder, more forcefully. This was it, this was the final hurdle, already she knew she had most of him inside her, her body flexible from countless hours of practice and preparation. He was starting to hilt, a large, heavy pair of canine balls slapping at her crotch with soft, wet noises. The mating began to build in speed and energy as the vulpine slammed into her again and again abandoning the earlier restraint for a frenzied breeding.
She could hardly hear her own frenzied, lust-addled cries over her mate's ragged growls and barks, his pace more frantic than ever, slamming powerfully into her body with deep, long thrusts. But the base of his shaft was starting to thicken as his thrusts became shorter, sharper and more urgent. Instead of withdrawing be began to press ever deeper, burying his full length inside her twitching receptive body. She began to pant loudly and hoarsely, unable to maintain control, turning to whimpering moans as his knot started to expand his hot pre seeping into her, keeping her slick and helping him in. His multi-lobed knot was swelling inside her now, stretching her pussy walls wider than ever before. Once again her eyes rolled back and she arched her back, pushing back on his knot clenching her pelvic muscles around the neck of his cock between knot and sheath. Her lips folded outwards squeezed in against his knot, the pressure of it holding the tie in place.
It all seemed so natural, her body was clenching involuntarily; a ring of muscles around her opening tightened and tightened some more as his knot grew, locking it in place. It felt strange, feeling a proper tie for the first time, and even as she tugged back in surprise and mild confusion her muscles just got tighter and held him even more snugly. They were now locked together with absolutely no chance of either getting away. As soon as he felt his partner's muscles clench and close around the base of his knot, he relaxed slightly, bending his head down over his chest, muzzle brushing tenderly over the top of the rabbit's head, hot breaths panting and loud in her ears. His thrusts became shorter and faster, jabbing his cock deep into her twitching form as he growled with pleasure, nipping eagerly at her headfur and ears. He moved his snout to her neck, grasping the scruff of it between his jaws and biting firmly, making her gasp before releasing it, licking up her neck and between her ears, hot rough tongue ruffling and wetting her sweat-soaked fur. He repeated this motion again and again nuzzling against his doe, pressing close at both ends. This wasn't just mating anymore, it was something deeper and more primal. It was fucking, hard and fast and deep, thick cock pounding the rabbit again and again, hot need driving them forward, pushing them on past all limits. Raw animal desire overcame everything else as the fox bred his mate. Finally with one last deep guttural sound they both climaxed.
Their bodies tensed together as the foxcock spasmed and spewed hot seed in irregular spurts, the ropes intensifying and shooting out thick columns of cum. Buttercup moaned and bit her lip while her mate's nuts emptied themselves into her, seed spurting out around his throbbing shaft and soaking her brown fur with essence that clung to her like glue. Her entire body was pressed and stretched to its limit but was tingling with pleasure as his cock throbbed and spewed one sticky-hot strand of seed into her after another. The pressure from her distended walls was impressive enough that she could actually feel his heartbeat with each spurt. The sheer force of the hot fluid was too much for her to take, leaking out even around the impossibly tight tie. The orgasm, which started near her g-spot, sent warm waves of electricity down to her toes and up to her lust-addled brain, rippling back and forth like waves on a pond.
Slowly the climactic thrusts dissolved into random twitches as the intense stimulation overcame the fox, fogging his mind with pleasure. Barely able to stand he lay on his mate, body spasming with fading tweaks of pleasure as the climax slowly faded. The two were left panting desperately, coats slicked with seat and splattered with an incredibly thick fox seed, dripping down their legs and pooling beneath them.
After a few minutes the canine pulled back and Buttercup found herself being gently tugged along with him, each motion sending electric shocks of pleasure through her distended pussy. They were still locked firmly together as her mate stepped off the fallen log, leaving her hanging from him, hindquarters tugging gently downwards, only her forepaws touching the ground. They both stepped awkwardly away from the sticky mess they'd made before the dog fox slowly lay down, curling his body around the rabbit; the two lying there locked together. Shortly after a vulpine head tucked around the bunny, long pink tongue lapping at her stomach fur, slowly making its way down to the distended bulge that marked where her partner's swollen shaft sat inside her. The fox carefully cleaned the mixed fluids from his mate and himself, making them both flinch and quiver as it danced over sensitive skin. Finally the job was done and they both sat back, enjoying the warm feeling of afterglow.
The moon had risen now, and sat high in the sky, casting a pale light over the two forms as they rested together. It would be a long, long night before they were able to separate and several days before they would both recover. But for now they cooled themselves in the night air, leaning against each other content This had been an interesting first experience, but it wouldn't be the last.