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This is actually another part to the Buttercup and Fox series too.
Hawkbit finds a truck stalked full with tasty food that he wants, and when he ventures inside he discovers he isn't alone in that truck trailer, something is near, something large with rusty colored fur. Hawkbit quickly discovered the foxes thick length dangling in front of his face and only one thing came to the rabbit bucks mind.... 'Oh no, not again'.
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Oh no, not Again!
He'd been careful enough; he was certain the cat wasn't about and the dog was securely tied up in the yard, separated from him by a tall wooden fence. The coast was as clear as it was ever going to be. The truck lay before him, ramp down, leaving a gentle and easily climbed slope that was easily mounted, leading to the goodies that lay within. He knew, from watching Man before, that he had quite a while before they returned with the last of the goods for market, to close things up and drive off.
It was perfect; he'd dash in, sample the flayrah within at his leisure and be out and home before Man even knew he'd been there. Or anyone else for that matter; he certainly hadn't told his captain or friends about his little excursion; they'd only try and warn him off it or take a share of the flayrah. No, this was going to be a solo mission and by the end of it he was going to be stuffed so full of good eats he'd have to roll home. Waiting no longer he made a quick dash down the hill, across the yard and up the ramp. In a matter of seconds he was inside the truck, hidden from view from any prying eyes.
The sight within was a beautiful one; carrots, lettuce, peppers... turnips... A dozen different kinds of flayrah lay before him, each packaged neatly in its own wooden crate, stacked from floor to ceiling. He bounded lazily down the aisles between them, looking smugly around and congratulating himself for his sheer bold daring and ingenuity. He didn't know what he'd try first; he did like to get a carrot in him, but he could do that anytime; there was one waiting for him back at his burrow. Maybe a turnip? He'd always wanted to try and stuff himself with an entire turnip, not a small one either, one he could work away at until he was fit to burst. And there were dozens, right in front of him!
His musing however were cut short by the sound of a loud crash coming, to his utter dismay, from inside the truck. Just a few feet away in fact, just in front of him, behind a stack of lettuce crates. He wasn't alone in the truck, something, something big, was in there with him. But what? It couldn't be the dog, it most certainly wasn't a Man... then he picked up the familiar, worrying scent. He should have noticed it the instant he'd entered, or even sooner if he'd only stopped to sniff things out, as captain Bigwig always encouraged him to do, but he hadn't. There was no mistaking it now though, fox.
He'd been careful alright, but not careful enough.
Even as he froze in place, staring in horror at the source of the sound, his mind screaming at his legs to break into flight and carry him far away, a large, rusty tail flicked into view, swishing cooly through the air a foot off the ground. It was followed by a larger and more impressive set of hindquarters, walking oddly back, the fox tugging forcefully at something, dragging it out. There as another, smaller, crash and several cabbages tumbled into view. Finally the fox was entirely visible, awkwardly holding a cabbage in his pointed teeth, jaws forced open wide around it, the weight holding down his head in what would be a laughable situation if Hawkbit had been far enough away for such action to be safe.
For a moment the two males stood there, each as equally surprised as the other. Then, with a slow, deliberate *thud* the fox let go of the flayrah he'd been carrying; turning to face the gray buck with a cool, silent stare. Hawkbit returned it, but far more unsure. He'd met the fox before once or twice and knew that he was almost definitely not in danger of being devoured. What he was in danger of, however, filled him with deep foreboding. The larger male had spotted, and recognized him and was now slowly advancing, padding across the wooden floor and backing him against a crate of green beans.
"A-ah. Hello... again. I um... didn't know foxes like cabbage. I... was just passing through actually... about to leave in fact. If you could... could just..."
Hawkbit's voice died in his throat, tapering off to stunned silence. The pointed brown muzzle was inches away from him now, two deep, green eyes staring at him, freezing him where he stood. He was not a bold rabbit by any measure and as the potent musk of the far larger fox began to invade his nose he felt his mind go blank, utterly unable to cope with what was happening to him. For long seconds the two males stood there, gazes locked in total silence, the tension rising steadily. The rabbit knew there was only one way things were going to end, the same way they'd ended the last two times he'd met the hunter. The prospect was terrifying, and yet, somehow, alluring.
To his surprise the fox stepped forward, and to the side, as if walking past him. For a moment his hopes rose; possibly this was a bad time? Maybe he'd be left alone? No such luck; the larger male stopped and stood stock still halfway past the young buck. For a few seconds Hawkbit was confused, unsure of what was happening. But then a familiar and powerful scent hit him, that of musk and male and need. His attention was drawn to between the vulpine's hind legs, where, unnoticed by him until that moment, a large, thick cock had emerged.
It was exactly as long and thick and hard as he remembered it, hanging heavily beneath the canine, twitching slightly every now and then. The rabbit buck swallowed nervously, his mouth suddenly dry. It was glaringly obvious what was expected of him now, but he was utterly unsure of his ability to go through with it. For the briefest of moments he thought of objecting, but then considered exactly how productive that was likely to be. No, there was only one thing left to do now, and it would be easiest for him if he took the initiative, rather than having it forced upon him.
He stepped forward, ducking slightly and tucking his ears back to fit beneath the larger male form. He couldn't believe what he was doing, and yet somehow his actions excited him. Almost to his shock he found himself aroused, a tapered pink tip emerging between his legs as he stood there, growing flushed with heat and embarrassment. He stood there for a moment, hoping against all reason that somehow something would change, that he'd get out of the situation he was now trapped in by some ingenious or implausible means. But the longer he stood there the more tempted he was just to proceed and see what happened. He could hear the larger male's breathing, rough and sharp as he slowly tilted his head up and hovered just over the hardened canine cock's tip.
It was his first look at the thick length 'up close' as it were. His nostrils filled with the humid, heady scent of the feral male, the musk seeming to pour off of the throbbing length and surround him now. It was long and heavy with a strangely pointed tip seemingly aimed right at him, flicking up slightly every time the buck's hot breath brushed over it. He was so close now it was almost brushing the fur of his muzzle; the slightest movement tickled it with the edges of his whiskers. Finally, both hoping and dreading what was to come, he tucked his head down and extended his tongue. He leaned forward slightly and curled the very tip of his tongue out to drag right over the shaft. There was a slightly surprised but satisfied grunt and the vulpine's hips jerked upwards in reaction. The motion jabbed the hard length straight at Hawkbit's muzzle, the shaft slipping past his face and leaving a streak of hot stickyness across it. As it returned to its place just in front of him he rolled his tongue downwards in a slow, testing stroke.
The taste was familiar, yet strange. It was by far more potent than any other buck's he'd had the chance to sample, infused with the same powerful musk that clung to the rest of the fox, salty and somehow entrancing. There was another rapid jerk from the rusty male, the thick cock sliding past him once more, giving the bunny a good view of the entire, gently pulsing length as well as of the two heavy, furred balls that lay behind it, full of pent-up need. The fox leaned his head back, arching his back the moment he felt the soft, gray muzzle slipping upwards towards his shaft. There was a deep, soft hiss as a pointed muzzle opened, tongue lolling out. Hawkbit heard a rough, scratching noise as claws extended and dug into the the wooden floor, leaving deep gouges in it. The rabbit froze in place once more, hot, humid breaths rushing over the sensitive member, making the larger male's entire body tense. The gentle yet eager panting beneath him primed the canine length to be even more sensitive as the dog fox resisted the urge to simply roll his hips up to try and thrust up into the inviting heat. There wasn't long to wait however as the brush of the tongue solidified into a strong drag that ran from the pointed tip all the way down towards the broad base; the smaller male taking the time to slick things up, delaying the inevitable.
Now the fox sucked in a deep breath and rocked his hips upwards as a pair of softly furred lips wrapped right around his tip. His balls tensed up then relaxed, seemingly growing fuller and heavier by the second as the first drops of salty pre spilled out, further staining the rabbit's fur. Yet the canine was showing remarkable restraint, forced to tense the muscles along his hips to keep himself from driving upwards. This surprised Hawkbit who hadn't expected to get so far without being vigorously impaled. Still he didn't keep his partner waiting long. The suckling maw pushed downwards, inch by slow inch as the bunny began to breathe noisily though his nose. Each time the mouth swallowed and tightened around the massive length, another slippery inch was swallowed down. Slowly but surely the buck's jaws spread and opened as his mouth was filled to capacity, his cheeks bulging with thick meat. Slowly, hesitantly a pair of pale gray paws moved up and gently placed themselves on either side of a swollen sheath, carefully brushing past the already expanding knot as Hawkbit braced himself against the larger male's underside, hoping to be able to avoid and sudden, penetrating movements. Both paws ended up essentially cupping the large full nuts, tucked neatly on either side of the sheathbulge.
It seemed to help; the vulpine began to push slowly forward in jerking bucks, causing Hawkbit to slide backwards across the smooth floor until his tail and back pressed into a vegetable crate, pinning him between a fox and a hard place. Once he was so secured the fox's insistent movements began to press the fat length into him, despite his muffled protests. The slick tip pressed unstoppably in, making the rabbit squirm and gag as it pushed forward, fucking his throat. His paws pressed back, uselessly trying to push the fox off of his muzzle as the rigid tool sank in ever further. In the end there was nothing for it but to try and relax and take the oversized member as it was forced into him. His soft lips were pushed steadily down until they were wrapping right around the thick, wide base.
His jaws ached, forced open as far as they would go. His struggles only served to spread the heat of his tongue, stroking it over the vulpine meat as the tip curled around the overwhelming girth and dragged upwards. Pressed in so close now the gray bunny got a prime view of the heavy balls as they tightened up each time the fox arched his back upwards and his hips gave a short, sharp thrust. Hawkbit's blunt muzzle was pushed securely down against the now bulging knot and the soft rolls of a vulpine sheath. He could feel his panting breaths against the hot, musky groin of the larger male as he whimpered quietly, the sound muffled by the coarse fur his nose was buried in. There was a soft, pleased growl that rumbled through the larger male as he turned his head and watched the captive bun beneath him, gray head forced upwards, and watching the many slick inches of his glistening shaft slipping out from between the sucking lips each time he pulled slowly back, only the slide quickly back in as he pushed down and forward again.
Hawkbit's paws slipped and scrabbled against the floor as he abandoned his attempts to keep the throbbing length at bay. His nose was now gently bopping against the massive, veined knot with each of the fox's thrusts, blocking his view each time the male pushed downwards and pulled up again. His rough textured tongue was dragged along the underside of the invading cock. He could feel precum drooling out, filling his mouth and throat and coating the eager appendage. As the thrusts became faster paced and longer he found his lips being pulled almost all the way off of the length only for it to slam back in in a single, smooth motion. The tantalizing sensation of a soft muzzle being firmly pressed again and again into the swollen base, nuzzling and squeezing it made the fox twist his hips and buck up even more firmly.
The vigorous, slick motions worked the rabbit's tongue in slow drags over the tasty meat as his muzzle was pushed down. Each deep buck caused his body to protest and meant he tightened his lips with a deep swallow that rippled over the silky flesh inside him, the copious precum dribbling out to more thoroughly coat his tongue and leak in wet rivulets down his chin and chest. The hot, powerful scent of male arousal filled his muzzle, fogging his mind with every deep sniff he was forced to take. Pressed in so deeply, his vision blurred, his body overcome, Hawkbit gave himself over to the urges of the larger male, all but going limp as he was eagerly muzzle-fucked. He could feel the needy dick trying to swell out as his muzzle was pressed back down again and again. The tip brushed right along the roof of his mouth as he puffed out a hot breath and managed to pull backwards, just for a moment. The movement caused his tongue brush along the underside of the foxdick slowly until the tip of his tongue flicked right against the tapered end.
He flicked his ears up as he heard a deep groan of pleasure, the two large paws on either side of him once more curling and scratching against the floor. He was pushed up into the hot embrace as his head was driven forward again, forcing himself all the way down until his lips once more touched firmly against the far-too-large knot. His breath came out faster and faster in ragged gasps, mirroring the fox's own increased pace, while his lips were pulled off all the way to the tip then plunged back down again and again, harder each time. The fox used his body to press down against his partner's to keep him in place as the rabbit suckled hotly around the heavy shaft. His throat twitched as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the hot precum that welled out in a near constant stream, his head moved up and down in short, swift movements. His wet saliva gathered along the shaft and mixed with the pre as it started to spread, being too much for the diminutive buck to handle. He could feel the knot swelling as it started to spread wider and wider while the balls behind it began to draw up tight.
The fox finally closed his eyes and rested his head against the same crate he'd trapped the bunny behind. His breathing was coming out ever faster as he felt the hot, silken maw working over his shaft. The tongue rippled and swirled over his sensitive girth until he was letting out short heavy growls of pleasure. He moved his paw down and back to press firmly against the back of his fucktoy's head, blunt claws scritching against it lightly as he jerked his hips up as best he could. His lips curled back in a feral snarl as he let out a breathy whine while the squirming and protesting buck's tongue was flickered right over his ever-so-sensitive shaft. The heated strokes left his crimson-violet girth glistening and under a constant assault of sensations. From the silky smoothness of the mouth to the light roughness of the tongue to the hot, panting breaths sinking into his crotchfur.
The pressure against the base of his knot increased as he pushed the rabbit further down, not allowing the buck's head to pull back, sinking in as deeply as he could and pushing the soft muzzle against engorging flesh. It started to swell out as his hips jerked in short movements that were roughly timed with the dip of the muzzle that drove down to kiss firmly right at the edge of his knot. It was too much for him now, especially with the hot puffs of breath that soaked and heated his groin. He arched his back up and his hips jerked forward eagerly as he tried to plunge his entire length as far as he could into the welcoming muzzle. The soft mouth was pushed down and somehow stretched even more wide open. The broad tongue was forced out and flickered along the knot, teasing the sensitive underside sending the larger male over the edge at last.
The fox's hips froze as he cried out, a deep, loud sound. His cock pulsed along the swell of the tongue as the knot flared open wide, seeming, to the overwhelmed rabbit beneath, to double in size as heavy balls heaved up tight between twitching legs. The first hot rope of fox seed erupted from the tip while a heavy paw clutched at the back of the struggling bunny's neck. There was a pause and tension before the paw slipped off, landing heavily on the floor as the vulpine struggled to stay on his feet. Despite this the impaled buck didn't draw back from the thick shaft, hanging limply from it as seed poured into him in hot bursts; some even being forced out of his nose from the sheer pressure. Still weakly twitching and gagging the soft, gray muzzle closed down tightly and started to suckle and pull on the throbbing length. The movements milked and coaxed each hot creamy eruption from the pulsing tip as the fox opened his panting muzzle and lolled his tongue out as he trembled from nose to tail while he basked in a moment of pure pleasure.
It seemed as if hours, instead of minutes, passed before the limp and well-stuffed rabbit dropped heavily down onto the ground with a lewd wet noise. A sticky stream of jizz linked the two males, spilling from the buck's mouth. A few, final spasm ejected a last set of spurts from the now spent foxcock, splattering over the gray bun and painting him white. Catching his breath the fox stepped back, looking over his partner who was laying, insensible in a puddle of fox seed, his entire muzzle coated with it, eyes staring blankly ahead. With a snort the vulpine bent down, gently picking up the cabbage he'd been sent to get in his maw, before slowly stepping out of the truck and back into the hot sunlight.
Back inside the vehicle Hawkbit whimpered quietly, his body trembling gently as his senses returned. His throat was still trying to swallow and gag on reflex, his muzzle sticky and reeking of the scent of fox seed. He felt utterly stuffed and almost sick to his stomach as he blearily tried to force himself to stand, blinking away the tears and sweat from his eyes and stumbling out into the fresh air. He'd been right about one thing that day, he was certainly full enough. Just not quite with what he'd hoped.