Buttercup has been with Her Fox long enough now that she can safely take His knot with little to no struggle. At first it was hard for her and at times seemed almost impossible to take her mate all the way, but these two lovers kept at it and didn't give up. Their love certainly goes deep.... very very deep!
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Burrowing
It was evening aboveground; and below the Earth, in tunnels of soil and rock, cool air was starting to sink. It snaked and flowed down the burrows like an invisible river, stirred by the feet of those that stepped through it, felt most by those low to the ground. Nestled securely in the dead end of a tunnel one particular rabbit toyed with it, playing with the air. She waved a paw through nothing and enjoyed the cool feeling after a day spent in humid heat. The Earth kept the cool of night for some time of course, and insulated against the extremes of day; but by noon things got decidedly warm in summer and it was always a pleasure to feel the hot, stuffy air leave as the sun set.
Buttercup had a few advantages there of course; the tunnels she inhabited hadn't been dug by rabbit paws and were considerably larger than any that a longear could produce. This allowed extra airflow in and, since she was so comparatively small, she had the luxury of being one of the first to be able to bask in the slow, cool breeze of the oncoming night. And it was a welcome one. A butterscotch paw idly reached down and rubbed her chest, straightening the fur there, inadvertently making her gasp. She was still rather tender; it had barely been a week since her kits had been weaned and though her teats had finally gone down they were still sensitive.
The young ones of course were in a different burrow. She'd sleep with them as she did every night, but only once things had cooled down enough. It was always a concern to her, though maybe not a rational one, that she might overheat her brood one night. Certainly she sometimes felt faint when hot, and it was best not to take risks. Normally leaving young unguarded would be a risk in itself, but she knew well she was a special case. Nothing small enough to enter the tunnels would dare, not if it had any sense. After all her and her kits weren't the only occupants. She looked over her light-furred belly languidly. It was funny; before she'd had kits she'd hardly even noticed her nipples, tucked away as they had been beneath her fur. But now all six were quite visible and she'd had considerable experience as to just how much pleasure could be drawn from them.
Her paw continued to rove about, tracing around the protruding pink points as she thought quietly of having a little fun. It was something that, for some reason, always bought a blush to her; using her teats in such a manner. They were, after all, for business rather than pleasure. But her liter had kept her busy and thrown her hormones out of whack. Even as she sat there she could feel herself getting warmer than even the summer air should allow, biting her lip to stifle a moan as at last her soft pawpads began to brush over sensitive tips; patting down her stomach and threatening to dip between her hind legs. Occasionally she'd tweak or flick one of them, giving a soft shudder as the burst of pleasure blossomed out through her entire body. She'd just been so busy and isolated the past few weeks. The definite scent of female arousal began to fill the air as she struggled to keep her composure; assure herself that it was just to blow off a little steam. Surely a short session of fun, a few minutes at most, wouldn't be so bad? The kits could wait after all. But if only her mate were still there...
As if to answer her thought there came a soft but firm padding down the tunnel and the bunny looked up expectantly several seconds before a pointed brown muzzle made an appearance. It was followed by the rest of the fox, her fox, as he nonchalantly entered the confined space where she lay. Rather hurredly she tried to resume a respectable position and hide her reccent activities. This was slightly unusual; at that time of night he was usually aboveground hunting. Still, what would life be without a little variety? It wasn't as if she objected to his presence after all; it would only render the den more safe than it already was. Plus it had been ages since she'd checked in with her old warren; birthing kits had prevented her from undertaking even that short journey. She'd been getting slightly stir-crazy with nobody else to talk to. Of course her mate wasn't exactly the most verbal type but he could at least listen so she'd been speaking to (or at) him especially often. More in the last week, in fact, than she had in the entire time since they'd met.
"Not going out tonight? I'd think you'd be hunting."
"I AM hunting..."
The vulpine's voice, as always, was low and menacing. Simply hearing it sent an excited shiver down Buttercup's spine. He was fully twice her size, towering over her especially as she now lay before him. Slowly and confidently he padded into the burrow, dragging in a wisp of cooler outside air; but at the same time carrying the potent mark of his own scent. It was always present of course; he'd dug and shared the burrows she lived in and it was what kept nearly all intruders from getting within a hundred yards of the rabbit's chosen home. Buttercup herself was permanently permeated with it after living so long so close to the hunter; it had soaked into her fur,her very being. But that ever-present, distant reminder faded into the background so easily; she only really noticed it when her mate was close, as he was now.
And it was noticeable. It was a potent, musky and powerfully feral scent, much like its owner. The fox stepped slowly in front of her and sat down as she got to her feet, looking down at the rabbit with an expression halfway between a smile and a snarl, daring her to make a move. She snickered quietly under her breath. So that was the deal, was it? The lapine smiled, her ears perking up with interest. It was, perhaps, a little hot to start something like that, but she wasn't complaining. She never did. Stepping closer she nuzzled her head into his chest, brushing through the soft white fur there and taking a deep sniff of her mate. The scent of predator filled her nostrils and made her nose twitch and her eyes sparkle. That was a pretty definite sign of interest; the past few weeks had left her a little drained and out of the mood... but not tonight, especially not tonight...
"Is that so?"
"Yes, I want something soft, tender... and tasty."
A pointed muzzle bent down, a vicious vulpine form shifting back slightly as two powerful jaws gaped slowly open. A burst of hot breath flowed over the lapine as she grinned. He was unusually talkative this time, perhaps all her chatting was rubbing off? Foxes had little need to talk and they'd known each other for more than a month before he'd uttered a single syllable to her. But her train of thought thought was cut short as the hungry maw snapped slowly shut over her left ear. A hot, rough tongue dragged up inside, the rabbit able to hear herself being licked. A deep growl sounded out, vibrating through her and filling the burrow. There was a soft, sucking pressure as the fox's head pulled upwards, rabbit's ear slowly slipping from it, the fur left wet and matted. They were playing a little game now, one they'd practiced often. It was a hunt, through words and signals and seductions.
"Well, now that you've caught me what will you do with me?"
Once again the fox moved, standing up and stepping neatly around behind the rabbit where she sat; crouching down as if ready to pounce, so that he was very nearly level with her. He pushed forwards, chest pressing against her back until she too was forced forward onto all fours as the coppertail leaned over her. A pointed muzzle tucked her head snugly beneath the gentle curve of a canine chin, sitting warmly above her. Now she could hear each hot, panting breath just an inch away, ruffling her fur, full of desire. Her partner's voice, when it came was surprisingly soft, almost whispered, so that despite his size she had to strain to hear it.
"I'm going to press in under your tail. I want to wrap myself around you and feel you wrap around me."
Buttercup's eyes went wide. Her mate was usually direct, that was true, but seldom so vocal about it. Things were getting increasingly interesting and she felt her tail lifting automatically, something that would be a glaring invitation to any male. But one that went unheeded here since her partner was already atop her, stepping slowly forward and pushing her crouched form flat against the ground. The weight was warm and oppressive and she pushed back against it as best she was able. Things were moving fast tonight, which suited her fine. Another few steps placed the larger male right over her; two forepaws stepped nimbly past her ears, making them flop forward over her face, and sank solidly into the ground before her. Soft white fur settled down atop her, blocking most of her vision with the underbelly of her mate.
With the rabbit crouching down on her forepaws and pressing upwards with her hindquarters; the rise of her back was tucked neatly between the larger male's hind legs, following the curve of his stomach up to his crotch. There was, of course, something else there too, pushing forward eagerly, hot and stiff. The rabbit didn't need to see it to know what it was; a thick vulpine shaft, throbbing with need and poking around her tail. Each shift of their bodies left a thin, sticky streak through her coat; the pulsing length already leaking a steady stream of preseed. Both she and her partner shifted into a familiar, comfortable position as she guided the pointed tip along the downy white fur beneath her tail to the soft sensitive skin and tight pucker that lay just below. There was a subtle, almost unnoticed pause, a silent questioning, answered as she pressed back against it. It had been a while since she'd let him get right under her tail, but he'd said he wanted to and she was very much in the mood to take him up on it.
Without warning the coppertail nearly lay down, pinning his smaller partner beneath him, forcing the air from her lungs in a surprised grasp. The two forepaws on either side of her shifted inwards slightly, gripping her sides firmly and holding her in place. Now that she was secured the eager prodding and poking beneath her tail grew firmer and more insistent; a hot pointed peak managing to just barely slip in past the tight bunny ring. It was explorative and mischevious, jabbing in the terminal inch in an almost playful manner. Grinning and suppressing a shiver of delight she resisted it; clenching down on the invading tip as it pressed in, attempting to spread her wide. In response the fox above her grunted in effort and gave a predatory growl, redoubling his efforts and causing his first, invading inch sank into her tight hole. Buttercup knew well that she was not match at all for his strength; this wasn't the first time they'd done this after all, but she knew too from experience that when her mate was in such a mood a little resistance was very enticing. For the both of them.
A forceful thrust buried another hot, throbbing inch inside her and she gasped with surprise and pleasure, eyes going wide. She felt her inner walls tighten and clench around the familiar invader as each strong, slow buck into her squeezing sphincter shifted her entire body forward. A low growl sounded out, briefly rising in volume and intensity each time her fox's hips pushed forward. The end result was all but inevitable as inch after inch was forced into her vicelike tunnel, drawing a gasp or a moan or a surprised squeak from her as it did so. She felt herself being filled, stretching ad wrapping warmly around the pressing shaft as her mate claimed her again, thrust by thrust, bit by bit, mind body and soul. The brush of her soft stomach against the ground rubbed every single one of her nipples at once and set her lusts aflame, the silvery sensations sparking through her abdomen as a welcome but almost unendurable addition to the stretching, filling pleasure from behind. Despite the continual leaking of hot fluid into her, a fresh spurt with every movement, her mate had gone in dry and the friction between her walls and his rigid tool was intense. Tears sprung in her eyes and she grit her teeth, still unwilling to relent in her resistance for even a second; almost able to taste the burning desire it roused in her partner.
Gradually, almost painfully slowly, the unyielding length ground into her, like a glacier grinding down a mountainside, crushing all before it. She was spread ever wider as it did so, almost imperceptibly being taken to her limit. The pair were far less experienced with anal than other means of copulating and after the break of her pregnancy Buttercup had to force herself to endure, to take more. It wasn't long before her partner was buried almost completely inside her tight tunnel; when she felt the kiss of his swelling knot against her sensitive pucker. With a series of gentle but firm bucks the almost unsensed pushes became a steady pressure as the thick bulge shoved hard against her hole, soon held there constantly. This was as far as they'd been able to go before and her fox stopped there, holding his place and not budging an inch; pressed tight against her as deep as he could go.
The gloriously thick, rock-hard shaft stayed deep inside her; twitching and jerking occasionally with spasms of desire. Even the tiniest movement made the rabbit gasp, made her silky inner walls clench down around her partner as if afraid he'd pull away, hugging his every inch and holding him inside her. She felt a growing heat, both from without as a hot body pressed against her own, and increasingly from within as her own form responded to the powerful penetrator that now filled her. For the longest time the couple simply held their position, each enjoying the feeling of the other's body. The stillness was teasing and almost unbreakable to both, yet neither wanted to sacrifice a second of pleasure from the mere act of being so close together. After an eternity the mounted male began to withdraw, eliciting a shuddering gasp from the bunny below as her whole body shivered and tingled with sensation. As slowly and surely as it had entered her the thick slab of canine meat pulled back, leaving her feeling empty and sparking with sensation in its wake. Finally only the very tip remained inside, barely buried in her, a gaping opening spasming soflty around it; a stretched hole almost unable to close. Buttercup panted heavily, breaths coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to articulate her desire.
"Hhhh... hhaaahhh... By Frith I forgot you could do that! O... oh I missed that so much. I just... I just want more!"
Her partner was mirroring her, his tongue lolling from slack jaws as he too hotly panted, chest heaving with each breath, pushing gently and repeatedly against the smaller form below him. They were holding back, but only barely, instinctive desires hotwiring their brains, bodies responding on their own and on their own terms to the scents and sensations that filled the burrow. They were locked together, on the cusp of beginning a dance as old as life itself, ready to rush forward to the inevitable ending. Both knew in their hearts that the very instant one of them broke the other would follow, their passion would be quick but intense. Achingly slowly the canid's head curved downwards as he attempted to look beneath himself at the panting, quivering rabbit below. A long, rough, wet tongue extended, stroking upwards between her eyes and tasting the salt of sweat on her fur. Staring, upside-down at his partner and prey, the broad, flat tip of his muzzle a mere inch away as he spoke. The words were barely coherent between panting, coarse and dripping with desire.
"My soft velvet rabbit, my delightful doe, my purring vixen... Be my mate, my prey tonight. RrrrrRRRR! My tight hot mate! My squirming prey! Nnnn! You are my beautiful golden flower, little Buttercup... the beautiful bloom in the long grass..."
With a sudden, vigorous shove the fox bucked forward once again, ramming his entire length back into his partner in one quick movement. Buttercup barely had time to register the words she heard before her breath was fucked out of her and her mind fused with pleasure. She let out a quiet mewl just in time for her mate to withdraw once more, slipping suddenly from her depths but not pausing for an instant this time as he once again sank into her with such strength and force that her entire body shoved forward two inches.
"O...o-oh Frith! Oh Frith!"
There was no warning, no buildup. not the slightest chance for the rabbit to prepare. In an instant the mounted male began to slam into her at a breakneck pace, more suited to the instants before climax than the start of lovemaking. The weight of his body and force of his thrusts ground her into the tunnel floor and slammed her forward. Her paws scrabbled uselessly against the packed dirt, leaving deep gouges as they did. Her breaths came as shallow gasps, controlled by the thick rod that stabbed again and again deep into her core, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly as breath was forced from it. She struggled and squirmed, unable to process the sundden sensual assault that seemed to come from everywhere at once, a flood threatening to carry her away.
But that resistance lasted only a moment before her body and mind gave in and she gave herself over to the ferocity of lovemaking. With a soft sigh the lapine's eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body went completely limp as surely as if she'd fallen down dead on the spot. In an instant all restraint evaporated and she felt her silken tunnel relaxing, welcoming the violent invasion that filled it seemingly beyond capacity with each penetrating grind. She could feel her limp form rocking back and forth, helpless against the sheer magnitude of the breeding she was enduring yet held securely in her mate's grasp. Above the pounding of her own pulse in her ears she could hear the increasingly sticky, wet sounds of a thick tool plunging into her now well-lubricated hole, the *schlicks* and *schlips* of taut flesh gliding along soft skin. This was accompanied by the *Slaps* and *smacks* of a huge, heavy pair of far-too-full vulpine orbs as they collided soundly with her wet slit at the apex of each thrust, making her unused hole squirt and drip with excitement, her fluids coating the heavy sac and spreading its lustful scent through the burrow's increasingly heated air.
Above all this her own voice began to rise, panting with heat, moaning with pleasure and whining with unmet need. Each deep-dicked thrust drew a noise from her quavering lips, her tongue hanging between her gasping jaws, a thin stream of saliva hanging unnoticed from it as her cries became ragged and animalistic, instinctive and hoarse. Her throat was dry and her body burning with a heat greater than anything summer knew as a fiery rod continued to drive into her, seeking out her core, her center, to most perfectly fill her entire being.
"A-aaah! Ah! AH!"
"Hnnnn! Yes! Always so full of sounds, aren't you? Let me fuck them out of you my vixen! Long, loud moans, sharp cries, panting gasps! Let me hear you! Sing for me while I breed you!"
Another savage thrust somehow slammed even further into her and she wailed, a long, low, crying sound; but one filled with pleasure rather than despair. She moaned and gasped and begged and pleaded. Though whether she cried out for a moment's rest or for her partner to drive her even harder, not even she could tell. Her vision was blurred, smothered under a wave of fur and leaving her to simply focus on the sensations that shot through her body and mind. The stroking and stretching and filling and repeated withdrawals. Silvery sparks of pure bliss blossomed deep beneath her tail and shot out to fill every inch of her body, making her legs kick at nothing and her arms quiver nervelessly. She could taste dust, the brown of the floor being rubbed deep into her coat as she was slowly but surely pushed forward. She yelled and shrieked, voice high and piercing at a volume that would scare the birds a mile away if she hadn't been safely underground, locked away from the world by feet of dirt and stone. She cried out like a rabbit being torn in two, putting every ounce of strength and feeling into her hoarse cries, less words than raw emotion, directed solely to her lover. And each cry bought forth an answer.
He snapped and snarled and growled, his teeth grit and jaws clenched; eyes squeezed tightly shut with effort as his paws scrabbled madly on the ground for purchase, flinging rocks and clumps of dirt in all directions as they did. His hips pistoned and jackhammered, tail flailing wildly side-to-side, his fur standing on end as if responding to the electric feeling in the very air. The cries and howls of passion from the pair mixed and echoed and scattered until one couldn't be told from the other. And slowly something else emerged, an action, a sensation that had been too faint at first to be detected in the whirling maelstrom of the ferally fornicating pair, something that made Buttercup blink back to reality, just for a moment.
The thick, fat knot at the base of her mate's member was slamming ever more insistently at her already stretched ring. This was new, this hadn't happened before. She could take everything her fox had to give in both other holes, but while they'd tried anal before it had never gone as far as knotting. Climax yes, but her partner had always held back, waiting until she felt she was ready. There wouldn't be any such restraint this time, she knew. Already the massive girth was slamming under her tail, each assault on her loosened pucker coming closer and closer to overcoming her. What at first had simply been part of the sheer energy and passion of their breeding was now the center of her world as the thick fuckstick continued to pound away at her, it's broad, bulbous base smacking heavily against her tailstar, demanding entrance. And she was utterly terrified; it felt like she might split in half at any moment as it was, that she might burst, unable to handle this new, final challenge. And yet at the same time she was shocked to realize that her body was beginning to submit of its ow accord. She could feel herself opening up, each deep, diving thrust left her gaping just a little more, stretched another inch. Already the thick bulge was able to get nearly halfway in; the rabbit's mind, drowned in sensation as it was, was astounded to realize she was very nearly taking its widest point. All it would take was just a little more...
Her mate knew too, feeling the crushing tightness around the base of his cock and seeking out more. He too could feel his partner's slow, shivering submission to the entrance of his entire length and grew ever bolder in his attempts to knot his mate in the one position they had yet to do so in. His body burned with effort and exhaustion, the sheer pace he was keeping up being hard to maintain; driving himself again and again into his lover with renewed vigor. His lips were drawn back into a snarl, ivory teeth locked together and glinting in the dim light. Through feral growling he spoke his intent, barely audible over the lewd, instinctive sounds of the pair's frenzied fucking. The words were barked, sharp snaps between needy, predatory growls.
"Hhhhrrrrr!!! Take it! Nnnn! Wrap yourself around me! Take every inch and let me fill you! Beg for me until I fill you with every drop of thick hot seed I have!"
Each thrust made Buttercup squeak and squeal, slowly prying her more and more open but never lasting long enough for her to properly adapt. Nevertheless she could feel the knotting approaching, feel her partner sink in just a little more each time. Yet she couldn't believe his sheer girth; just when it seemed she might be able to handle him, he would buck into her again, somehow even thicker and harder than before. But finally, finally she felt what she'd been expecting and hoping for; she'd reached the widest point, she could feel herself wrapping around the curve of it, only the frenzied pace of her mate's thrusts stopping them from tying right there. All it would take was one last-
"AAAA-AAAAAH!!!"
With a snap and a snarl her mate rammed in the final few inches. She felt the stinging tension of being stretched as far as she could go- then a sudden relief as the massive mound of meat slipped into her. Her body convulsed and spasmed at this new depth of invasion, her breath catching in her throat and turning an impassioned yell into a strangled gasp. Through it all a burning sense of accomplishment flowed over her; she had done it, she had taken him; her mate, her fox, as good as any vixen might. And yet, to her rising shock and surprise, as her mate pulled back she felt herself slipping. Her rear passage was slick with preseed, the splattered juices of her own arousal and too overcome to clamp down. With a gurgling moan her body jerked once more as the massive knot tugged... and withdrew, leaving her gaping wide. The next heavy thrust rammed it right back in, drawing a ragged howl from the mounted vulpine.
"Gonna breed you my vixen! My doe! I will fill you! Tell me how much you want me to fill you!"
It stung, it burned, it numbed her with the sheer intensity of feeling as the thick, bulbous prick slammed into her again and again, and again, the massive knot ramming in only to pull free a second later; each time stretching her overwhelmed pucker wider than she'd imagined possible. Loud, wet, slapping, squelching noises sounded out each time, her abused hole leaking spurts of pre each time the male withdrew, the hot fluid leaking down her fur and between her legs, mixing with that of her hot, pink slit to soak her fur. When her mate returned and their hips met with a slick, slapping sound, she was refilled, both with fox meat and with a fresh burst of sticky stuff, squirted deep inside her quivering passage. Once again her body went limp as she cried out, unable to feel anything but mind-numbing pleasure; an all-consuming fire that burned between her legs and threatened to consume her entirely.
"AAAH! Yes! Harder! Deeper! Knot me, tie me, breed me! I need it! I need you! Don't stop!"
The fox panted heavily, specks of foam on his lips as he strove, somehow, to go harder. Now he gave everything he had, called on reserves that were almost depleted. Every muscle in his body burned and cried out for rest yet he still pushed himself forward, the need for this final release overwhelming all other desires. Pleasure, pain and exhaustion mixed together in his mind and his mate's as they strove towards climax. At any moment both felt as if they might simply give out and collapse with exhaustion, only the encouragement of their partner kept them going. Both coats were slick with sweat, throats dry, vision blurred and beyond any vocalization bar needful gasps and growls. Their pace was rough and uneven, mismatched and feral as they clawed at the ground and grasped at each other; trying to push just that little bit further, to summit the peak of pleasure that always seemed just a little out of reach...
Finally it happened; with one last, devastating shove the fox's throbbing knot rammed home, and the rabbit felt herself clench around it, holding tightly. The mounted male tugged and pushed against the gripping, grasping pressure around the base of his meat, finding a tight tie as silken walls squeezed and massaged every inch of inserted flesh. Pressed up tightly against a quivering slit and soaked with the hot lust of a panting doe, two heavy canine orbs bulged and hung low, seething with unreleased seed before pulling up tightly as they prepared to dump their load. The churning, thick seed welled up from them, flowing deep into the fox, past his quivering prostate to the base of his cock. His thick meat throbbed and pulsed as he pulled back as far as his captured knot would allow him, in preparation for the final thrust, before burying himself once more into his soft lover's welcoming depths.
Both mates cried out, a single, deep, passionate cry that mixed and mingled their voices as they climaxed together. The vulpine's shaft flexed and spasmed, a thin streak of pre leaking from it as pressure built below, a burning, churning torrent of seed forcing itself up the thick fuckstick, racing towards its tip. Finally it burst forth as a wave, a torrent of rich, creamy fox seed. The first blast was a white hot gusher that poured into the eager rabbit, soaking her insides, marking her to her core and center. It was followed a second later by another blast, somehow even hotter and thicker than the first, then a third. Each pumping pulse made the fox's toes curl and his eyes roll back. His tongue lolled, whipping droplets of saliva everywhere as it seemed as if all of his strength and energy was focused on the thick rod of pure sensation his cock had become; focused entirely on filling his mate with every last drop his emptying orbs had to give, pushing her and him beyond their limits.
There were no words, no cries anymore. Buttercup lay under her mate, flattened against the ground, her legs sprawled and askew as she was pumped fuller and fuller with his seed. Her ears were laid flat her eyes squuezed shut, her jaws clenched so hard they hurt. All there was were quavering, gasping pants and moans of pure pleasure and release as the climax went on and on, as frenzied and powerful as the fucking before it. Jet after jet of burning, foaming jizz poured into the helpless bunny, seeming never to end as they filled her, even moreso than the mound of meat buried so deeply in her tight hole. Just when she thought he'd finished another burst would fire forth from deep within, seeding her and breeding her and adding to the massive load that sloshed and swelled within her welcoming confines. Were it not for the vicelike seal her clenching sphincter maintained even as her mind dissolved in burning bliss, the impossible torrent of sticky seed would surely have leaked out of her in a veritable flood. But she wanted, needed to keep every drop inside her; her body as hungry for every last spurt as her mate was to provide it. Her spasming, silky walls massaged and milked him, ever eager to draw yet another burst from his heavy balls, to drain yet more of his liquid maleness into her welcoming depths, to be filled just a little more with her mate's fiery love.
Even several minutes later, when both had collapsed in panting exhaustion their bodies lying side-by-side, they continued to passionately work each other. Though both were nearly still from the outside, withi nmuscles milked and massaged, a thick rod quivered and leaked and the two forms locked together. Buttercup lay totally limp, flat on her side with her chest heaving. Everything hurt, and what didn't hurt was numb with exhaustion. She was burning up with heat, gasping for air, coat soaked in sweat and sexual fluids. It was exhilaratingly wonderful. She could still feel herself reflexively squeezing and holding her partner, a tight warmth that she was sure she could feel draining the last weak spurts of seed from him. Very gradually realty flowed back to the couple; their senses relaxing into the warm ocean of afterglow and the sights and sounds of the world around them slowly filtering back as the sheer intensity of their previous ordeal began to finally fade.
Once again they lay together, still, and Buttercup enjoyed the feeling of fullness, even more than earlier. She shifted a paw to her stomach and gave it an experimental prod; after they had mated before she'd sometimes been able to feel the curve of the fox's length beneath her fur. But he was too deep inside her this time; her paw sank into nothing but yielding softness. She was utterly exhausted and completely satisfied, not knowing how much she'd wanted what she'd just received. She knew she'd be stiff the next morning, and wouldn't be hopping right maybe for a week. She suspected that even her partner wouldn't recover for a day or two; it had been a long time since she'd seen him so overcome; eyes glazed, jaws parted and panting. His tongue lolled out, leaking drool onto the ground below. Eventually, she didn't know how much later, she was able to speak again; words barely whispers from a parched throat hoarse from screaming.
"Well... that was unexpected; where did you learn all those fine words?"
"I listen."
"That... never again."
"Yes?"
"Not... for three... -oof- make that four days."
"Yes."
"Quiet now are we? Now there's no does to breed?"
"Tired."
"After that I'm not at all surprised. I could just sleep here too, but the kits will need company. So when you're -nnf!- done back there I expect you to help me get all cleaned up; I'm an absolute mess thanks to you."
"Hrrr, I will taste you my sweet prey, right to your core. I will explore every last lick of your flavor and make you beg to be devoured..."
"Oh now there's sweet talk? Yes, well don't think you can skimp on it just because you're using your mouth for other things right now. I expect your tongue to be just as skillful between my legs as it is between your lips.
"I... will make you... make you beg..."
Buttercup smiled as the last words drifted of into silence, her partner's breathing slowing and deepening. He'd fallen completely asleep, something that surprised the rabbit; he'd evidently given all he had for his little performance. No matter; she was quite content simply laying there and enjoying the blissful feeling of her lover inside her... and the return of the cool evening air, which had been forced from the burrow earlier by their heated movements. In an hour or so, once she'd cooled down properly and could wriggle free she'd wake him up, have a little, more subdued, fun and go off to see the kits.
Of course...
There were many ways to wake a sleeping male. After all he'd been through, did he have anything left at all? It might be fun to see, with muzzle or paw; at the very least she could find out just how far she could push him before he awoke. Yes, that would be a fun little game. She flexed her paws experimentally, shaking the stiffness and tiredness from them. An hour would be plenty of time for him to recover.