[b]Wakeup Call[/b]

The den was dark and cool. Summer nights could get surprisingly cold, the heat of the day rapidly fading at the sun set. Even down here, in the warm earth, a cool breeze blew in. But the two who called it home were perfectly snug, curled up together, big form and small. Usually it was too warm to sleep together at this time of year but the rabbit and fox liked to stay out late hunting. (For grass and other things.) and so could often rely on a suitably chilly return.

Buttercup the bunny was the first to awaken. Her natural instincts always roused her around dawn, even though she couldn't sense the sunlight this far underground. Her mate would awaken later, he liked to sleep in, sometimes until sunset. She didn't bother to open her eyes or even move an inch. There was no need to get up early here, few creatures dared venture close to the den of a fox so she could venture aboveground at any time she wished. An early breakfast was an option, not a necessity. She was a touch hungry though and would probably venture out soon to see the sun rise and the sky turn from burnt orange to deep blue as the rest of the world awoke.

For now she rested in that strange place between dream and reality, listening to the heavy, slow breathing of the fox behind her. His tail curled lazily around her; tucked under her stomach, keeping her warm, while his snout was nuzzled just beneath [i]her[/i] tail, his soft breaths gently ruffling the fur on her rump, spreading warmth there. So she lay there, warm and content for the moment, her back against his stomach, feeling his chest rise and fall with each inhalation, fluffy tail to snuggle into soft and warm. She murmured quietly, an indecipherable sound as she pressed close.

Very warm in fact, warmer than she recalled tails being... A part of her mind fought against the clouds of sleep and slowly worked through things. Soft.... warm... smooth... She sniffed quietly, nose registering a certain scent, deep and musky and enticing. It was the smell of her mate, or rather a certain speific component of it, strong and almost overpowering, unnoticed only because she'd been breathing it in all night. She lay there a few minutes more, slowly registering her position, twixt torso and tail and the warm insistent pressure tucked under her snout, along her neck and across her chest.

She twitched an arm, rubbing it back and forth slowly, stretching, It brushed against something smooth hot and dry, not furry at all. She nuzzled her cheek against her partner, noting the strange undulations and the fact that the fox twitched slightly in his sleep as she did so. Finally the connection was made and the idea wormed its way into her semi-conscious mind. She opened an eye, squinting it in the near pitch blackness. By the first light of dawn, filtered down the long tunnel into the cozy den she saw something pressed against her face. She didn't need to see any more to know that it was long and thick and pink and that the tip of her snout was snuggled right up at the knotted end.

She smiled in the darkness. This was always a risk when your mate spent the night so close, inhaling your scent. And the lack of other rabbits meant her heats tended to be a little unpredictable and rather persistent. She came to a quick decision once the realization set in. After all, it would be rude to have teased the poor fellow all night, even in his sleep. Perhaps he could use a little wakeup call? Her paws were already wrapped around the gently pulsing length, pressing her close to its warmth. She began to move them, stroking gently up and down the thick shaft. There was a quiet grunt behind her and the fox's breathing changed, speeding up.

She rubbed and pressed gently against the shaft, stroking her soft belly fur against it. Her chest already bore a spot of dampness from the excited member and it didn't take long for the odd spurt of pre to leak from the rigid shaft. She began to focus her pawing efforts closer to the base, rubbing them lightly over the large bulbous knot and soft fuzzy sheath, feeling her partner twitch and buck as those sensitive areas were stimulated. Her mate was beginning to pant now, already so close. His hot breaths drove warmth between her legs, bristling through her fur. She could feel herself getting wet with the sheer excitement of what she was doing aided by her newest heat. The fox's nose was tucked neatly beneath her tail, pressed close and already covered by her needy fluids.

Suddenly he began to sniff, deep and eagerly, pulling in her scent. A tongue darted out, testing and tasting her, flicking lightly over her undercarriage and tail. Some sort of recognition made its way into the mind of the sleeping vulpine and he pressed forward, nose burying itself into an eager wet slit, rubbing and pressing against it, smearing warm wetness across muzzle and crotch. As expected a long, wet tongue emerged lapping slowly and blindly at her, spreading the warm wet patch on her fur, slowly slicking her coat, tasting, probing, exploring. Seeking out the source of the enticing scent.

Buttercup gasped as the fox hit home, the tip of his muzzle pressing firmly under her tail, spreading her sensitive lips, tongue extending and pressing inwards, hungrily seeking to bury itself inside her, tasting and lapping up her juices, twisting and exploring her tight passage. She grasped her partner's length tightly, feeling it pulse in her grasp in tune with his heartbeat, twitching and jerking with excitement as she firmly gripped and squeezed the base. He was bucking eagerly now, her entire body jerking with his thrusts as she held on tightly to avoid being shaken loose. Slowly the pace built, the thrusting and licking speeding up, both breathing harder and faster and deeper as the pleasure built, the air thick and hot with desire and raw animal need.

Finally there was a grunt and a tensing, the foxcock twitching and spasming repeatedly before cum exploded from the tip, the first burst spurting between Buttercup's legs and across her lower chest. Others followed, some striking her, some the ground nearby still others even coating the eager hungry muzzle that continued to lick feverishly at her. The sheer pace of the rubbing, stroking licks soon pushed the rabbit herself to climax, mixing her fluids with those of her partners as their bodies entwined and wriggled, pressing close against each other, the sounds of them wetly colliding echoing in the den even  above the pants and gasps and grunts of the climaxing pair.

Slowly everything subsided, their bodies relaxing, still twitching and quivering with pleasure as they caught their breaths, inhaling deep gulps of lust-scented air. A pointed foxy face dislodged itself from beneath a bunny rear and turned to look at a panting rabbit, still grasping a sensitive knot in the early morning light.

"Morning brushtail, awake at both ends now I see. I hope you had some pleasant dreams."

A quiet, appreciative growl.

"Oh? Is that all I get, me, your lovable little cottontail?"


She squeezed him teasingly, paws still wrapped firmly around the swollen knot. The fox gasped sharply before growling again, warmly. The rusty muzzle dipped down again, nose tucking itself under a hind leg. The soft wet sounds of a lapping tongue soon came from between the bunny's legs as her mate set to cleaning up the early morning mess. Buttercup shivered as he danced over still sensitive spots. Fair being fair she set to work herself, returning the favor, her own tongue flicking across the fleshy tip of the shaft. They spent some time like that, grooming each other as the dawn light grew brighter, cleaning up their messes and straightening fur.

Finally as the first birds joined the dawn chorus they lay together, much as they had while sleeping, the rabbit curled up next to her fox, tail encircling her, head leaning against his chest, listening once more to his slow, heavy breathing. They remained together like that in silence as the air cleared and cooled and the sounds of a bright new summer's day grew louder. Eventually the fox sighed, laying his head down tucking it up against the rabbit's chest as she placed two paws on top of his head, idly scritching through the fur there, occasionally tickling his ears which flicked at her as she teased them. He snorted and looked up at her without moving, lips slowly parting, teeth baring in a silent snarl.

"Oh come on now, don't give me that. You know I'm just the cutest little cuddlebun!"


Another snort as the fox went back to staring at nothing in particular, muzzle relaxing and ears pinning back, out of the reach of mischievous bunny paws. A long silence ensued, personal and private, apart from the noise of the world outside, noticed only by the two in the den and broken only by the quietest grumbling admission.

"[b]MY[/b] cuddlebun."