It's been too long since me and the bird did another collab with these two, it's our favorite series that we do, so it was time to add to it again.
Winter can be a stressful time of the year, especially when you are busy preparing for it, but no matter how stressful and busy things get, these two always find some time to fuck each other silly! Or just play around ;)
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Suck it up, Buttercup
The last month of autumn was coming to an end. The chill of December was already in the air; in the early mornings breaths were wisps of steam and traces of frost could be seen on the yellowing grass of the hills. Just a few weeks earlier it had been the month of harvest, and in a few more the ice of winter would clench its fist around the world and clothe it in white. Between the two were the weeks of hurry, as creatures great and small rushed to make their preparations for the lean times ahead, scavenging increasingly rare foodstuffs to be stored away for the dark time of the year.
It was a time to be wary and on your toes, to defend what was yours and add to it. Those who were strong and smart built up great hoards while those who were foolish or weak would starve. The smallest mouse, the largest horse, the quickest squirrel, the most plodding turtle; all had need to make the most of the time that was well known to all as No Nut November.
And only now, as the terminal days of fall ticked by, was there time to look back at what had been done and make the last minute preparations. For the brown bunny Buttercup it had been an easier time than for most. As rabbits didn't store food for the winter, at least not usually, there had been no need for her or her kind to fight over the last scattered fruits of harvest. There had been plans to make, of course, preparations for what would be done later on in the year when food was scarce. But her warren at least was in the enviable position of being able to rely, to some extent, on freely provided food from the local Men when the night grew cold. This was a rare generosity that was provided to few and meant that quite a burden was taken from their shoulders.
Even so there had hardly been enough hours in the day to finish what was needed to be done. And other warrens with whom she was acquainted were not as lucky as hers. She'd spent a lot of time going between them; coordinating patrols, splitting resources and generally helping out. As such the entire month had passed by in a mad blur of activity for everyone, even her. Only now was she able to put her paws up and get a little rest. Today at last, as soon ass she got back to her own private burrow, she planned to lie down, close her eyes and not wake up until spring, maybe summer if she could help it.
There was one other advantage she had over her fellow rabbits; she and her mate lived alone in their own little warren (Or possibly den.) and so lived their lives blessedly free from the day-to-day distractions of unwanted company. If they wanted to lie down in the middle of a tunnel for some shuteye, they could. Sleeping until noon, eating a half dozen carrots in a single sitting... mating loud enough to wake the dead... all these experiences and more were hers to enjoy whenever she wished it. And while food and fun definitely had their attractions at the moment (she hadn't eaten all day.) a nice lie-down would top them both. As it happened, she was not alone in thinking this; she was nowhere near her burrow when she stumbled across her partner, flat on his back and sound asleep.
It was a bold move, to be so vulnerable out in the open like that. But then again, bold had always been his style. Legs sprawled akimbo, tail twitching and chest slowly rising and falling with deep, dreaming breaths, he looked utterly serene and relaxed, as if he might melt into to fuzzy brown puddle at any moment. Like Buttercup, he was without a warren of his own, and had even less responsibilities than the former chief rabbit. He'd had the whole month to track down anything edible in his considerable range and had managed to round out far more than could be explained by a mere winter coat. He wore it well though, still giving off an air of sleekness, even while lying there, like a buttered eel. In contrast the rabbit could only hope to be called plump, her winter padding jiggling as she bounded about places. That, of course, was a difference between bunnies and foxes, though perhaps not the most important one.
More important, perhaps, was that a fox would have a difficult time using a bunny as a bed. But Buttercup clambered easily onto a satiny stomach, her paws sinking deep into surprisingly soft fur. Rather remarkably her mate didn't so much as bat an eyelid, only shifting slightly and growling in his sleep. The past month must have really taken it out of him the bunny thought as she arranged herself atop him so that they were face-to-face. (Or at least as close as was possible; the vulpine's head was thrown back, so her nose was pointed more at the underside of his chin. And the difference in their sizes meant she couldn't get closer without standing on his neck.) She batted him experimentally with a paw, earning no response. A tickle of his whiskers did nothing more than produce a quiet growl. The lack of reaction gave the doe some pause and she sat a minute or so more, wondering what she should do next.
She had hoped to do something 'cute' and rouse him from sleep somehow. These sort of things were a little annoying, at least to her partner, but she had enjoyed the fun of teasing such a large predator. But this time her little forays were having no effect, and doing something more... assertive was impolite and not her style. She had hoped to curl up with her mate in their shared, snug burrow; but that didn't seem to be on the cards, tonight at least. She could, of course, sleep where she was... but her current position wasn't the most comfortable. As silky as her partner's underfur was, his chest was still heavily muscled and she could feel his ribs even now. Plus it kept rising and falling as he breathed, which was the kind of thing that could distract a doe trying to get some shuteye. As such, there was only one other option open to her.
"You don't mind if I get comfy, do you?"
"rrrffzzz..."
"Good."
Stepping carefully so as not to disturb anything, Buttercup turned herself around and scooted down the fox's form, taking care now not to wake him up as she got comfortable. If she was going to nap here, then it was going to be a long one after all. His stomach was much softer to lie upon and she quickly snuggled between his legs, her hindpaws poking up near the rise of his chest. Lying down and stretching out, she was on a bed of creamy white fur. She buried her nose in the snowy pelt and took a deep, warm breath. The scent of male fox filled her world and she closed her eyes and savored it.
It was a familiar, something her excellent nose had scented subconsciously long before she'd even spotted her partner. Once it had sent shivers down her spine. (It still did sometimes, but for a different reason now.) Her mate smelled like a hunter, a predator, a threat. Something that could break her like a dry twig. There was a power and determination and maleness there that she couldn't resist. And yet, as she lay there now atop him, there was nothing but softness beneath and all around.
Well, almost.
The rabbit had learned a lot about foxes in the considerable time she'd been with her mate, or at least a lot about a fox at any rate. And one thing she'd had time to notice was that, unlike any bunny bucks she knew, her companion could get considerably roused when sleeping without, as it were, showing off. Back at her old warren rabbits complained of morning wood a lot, but her mate often awoke with quite an impressive length, still tucked neatly into a stretched and swollen sheath. It wasn't even particularly about arousal she'd learned, just something that happened to him when he slept. Possibly this reticence was because vixens were only in heat once a year. After all, there was no point in leaving the burrow if you had nobody to meet.
At any rate, she could now see, and indeed feel, an awful lot of her partner in the form of a long, fuzzy bulge going up his stomach. There was even the start of a knot there, right at the base, so close to his sac that he might even be confused for being unusually gifted in terms family jewels. She was experienced enough with her mate to know currently he was far from full mast, but it was still far more impressive than what many males of her own kind could hope to muster on a good day. It was yet another advantage of her chosen lifestyle. All that aside however... if she went to sleep now, she'd have most of it tucked neatly beneath her, submerged or not. If she lay down properly her chin would be resting on its base. Any rabbit with the slightest shred of propriety and manners would be ashamed to be in such a position and would slink back off to their burrow for a nice, long lie down to take their minds off such things before pretending they never happened.
She lay down.
As expected, her partner wasn't too firm beneath her and the pressing bulge was easily ignored as she nuzzled her chin down on the half-formed knot. The earlier, musky, male scent that had filled her nose was much stronger here, tinged with lust and sexual potency. It sank into her own coat, marking her in a way she knew she'd carry for hours afterwards. The perfume was intoxicating for the little lapine and Buttercup found herself getting far warmer than she remembered being before. The tiredness in her body was still there, but it was being joined by a familiar playfulness and curiosity. The same traits that had managed to attract her to, and then mate her with, a large, predatory canine. All around her she could see a flat expanse of white fur, except right in front of her nose, where the soft curves of two very impressive orbs half-sat, half-hung just out of reach. Almost absent-mindedly she reached forward and ran a paw over them, able to feel their heft and weight.
It was probably all in her mind of course, but she couldn't shake the persistent feeling that they had grown larger and heavier each time she'd seen them recently. How long had it been since they'd last mated? She couldn't remember, but it had to be several weeks at least. It just wasn't the time of year for it. Spring was the time for kits, summer for fun and winter to stay warm together, but fall was busy. They'd both been so very preoccupied. She'd have to give him a treat tomorrow, of course, a celebration of another autumn successfully navigated. In the meantime it was almost impossible to keep her paws off of the soft spheres; they were sparsely furred and deliciously warm under her grasp, shifting around slightly in response to her touch.
Buck rabbits, and indeed males of every species, had a whole lot of words for their junk. If it was pointy it was a dick, if it was round it was balls. The brown doe had heard more 'carrot' puns than she'd ever wanted to remember. It was truly amazing how inventive the male mind could be in that respect. But there was something to be said for some the descriptions, at the moment her mate's furred orbs hung low and heavy like some sort of fruit. Plums perhaps. The thought of food made the bunny's stomach growl; she hadn't had anything to eat since the night before, spending it playing catch-up with the local warrens, making sure everything was fine for winter. Given that she'd spent most of the days previous gorging herself of fallen apples and late season lettuces her appetite was protesting loudly.
A sudden warm dampness under her chin nudged her out of her hungry thoughts and the lapine pulled back an inch or so in surprise and confusion, sitting up slightly. It took her a moment to realize that her roving paws and soft body had not gone unnoticed, if not by her mate's thinking head, then by another, almost as important, one. There was a small, silvery patch on the fur on her neck, and looking down she could see the very tip of a protruding vulpine length peeking out at her.
"Leaking already? My my, someone must be a little pent up now, mustn't they?"
Buttercup chuckled, but was still impressed. Not even an inch out and already dripping. Even as she stared, the pointed tip of her mate's shaft formed another bead of glistening pre. The rabbit doe tapped it softly with her paw, the droplet becoming a thin, silvery string connecting her to her partner before breaking like a strand of spiderweb. She lapped delicately at her dampened fur. The taste was familiarly salty, but with an unexpected twist.
It was well known among rabbit males that eating enough carrots could... impart a flavor to a buck. The same was true of many other plants too. (Though in Buttercup's experience they often overestimated the effect, swaggering around as if they could piss carrot juice and jizz lettuce.) It was not well known among rabbits of either sex that foxes had a surprisingly wide-ranging diet. Unlike cats or stoats, who would starve if they couldn't catch something, the rusty canines could do quite well on a vegetarian menu, at least for a while. Most didn't, most of the year, but come autumn, when berries and fruits were plentiful, it was a rare canid who didn't partake in a tasty snack that couldn't run away.
As such, it hadn't only been the longear who had stuffed herself in the fall; most of the padding on her mate wasn't squirrel and mole so much as apple and blackberry. So it shouldn't have been surprising to her that even his preseed had an attractive, fruity taste to it, Sweet and hard to place. Tasty enough for her stomach to remind her, yet again, that it had been too long since she'd last eaten. And attractive enough to make the doe make a conscious decision about something she'd been unconsciously preparing for from the second she'd caught the fox's scent. After all, they were going to mate the next morning, she'd already determined that. Why not start a little early? Or a lot. They'd both enjoy it, even if one of them was dreaming at the time.
"Well well, seems those big berries of yours are just full of surprises, hmmn? Well... why not? I'll give you your treat early, and you can give me mine."
Snuggling down the rabbit positioned herself more comfortably between the predator's legs, carefully guiding her waiting mouth to his tip and closing in around it. She felt it twitch in response the second her tongue touched it, sensitive and ready. Her mate's taste immediately filled her mouth and nose as she lay down and closed her eyes, breathing deep. Both were potent, musky and masculine, speaking to a need deep within her that she'd been ignoring the entire month. Now it was her turn to leak, growing damp from arousal as a fire ignited beneath her tail.
Taking care not to cause too much of a disturbance the rabbit lay atop her partner, gently nursing the terminal inch of his buried length. She could feel it slowly hardening in her muzzle, extending bit by bit as she lay there, perfectly still, almost as if she too was asleep. It was a little game she'd learned to play whenever she or her partner was tired. The trick was to lie there, nice and quiet, moving as little as possible, and simply provide a warm hole to fill. There was a quiet pleasure in being able to just sit there and feel your partner grow and fill you. The lapine felt her jaws slowly being pressed apart, her cheeks beginning to bulge as the intruding length slipped ever more free from its sheath, filling her muzzle by inches.
It wasn't long before the saliva-slicked shaft was nudging at the back of her throat, with her mate still showing no signs at all of waking, aside from a few pleasured growls as he stiffened inside her. She let the tapered tip press on, keeping her throat utterly relaxed as she allowed the massive maleness to push in further. That was a technique she had taken a long time to master, and in more... energetic circumstances she still struggled now and then to take the length smoothly and without fuss. But here, calm and in control, and without any troublesome thrusting, she could let it stretch and fill her throat swallowing easily around it without the slightest hint of a gag.
Eventually, even the impressive rod of her mate bottomed out, finally fully engorged, filling her muzzle and throat completely. She lay there a minute more; savoring the rich, salty taste of her partner, feeling him dripping down her throat, his cock pulsing in time with his heartbeat, twitching slightly as her tongue explored the familiar length, re-familiarizing itself with every inch. She could feel herself drooling, wet now at both ends as the familiar situation roused her instinctive passions. It was delightfully relaxing, almost comforting to lie there with a massive hunter's most sensitive part fully under her control. He was still sound asleep, murring and growling under his breath as his hips twitched weakly. Was he dreaming of her? Did some part of his slumbering mind know what she was up to? Taking a deep breath of humid, musky air through her nose the bunny opened her eyes at last, smiling around the rigid maleness in her mouth as she looked over her handiwork.
She'd managed o coax very nearly all of her partner out; only his knot remained tucked within a very strained looking sheath. She could handle that too most of the time, though she wouldn't be able to take it tonight. He'd been too roused from the start; her mouth just wouldn't fit around it now, not comfortably with her buck teeth at any rate. Still, if there was one thing Buttercup knew and knew well, it was that you didn't have to jam everything in to have one hell of a good time. Once more her paws began to rove over the softly furred sheath, tugging and pulling it back, endeavoring to free the rapidly swelling knot before it was too late to do even that.
'Just a little bit more now big guy... we don't want to get stuck now do we?'
The words were clear in the rabbit's head, but they were reduced to mumbles as she idly tried to speak around her mate's shaft. Getting 'stuck' was a concern; if her partner got too aroused while still sheathed his knot could easily get too large to emerge. It was an uncomfortable situation she'd witnessed a few times and she didn't want to be blamed for a repeat now.
Her paws rubbed and massaged and squeezed, firmly but delicately tugging on the recalcitrant sheath as she watched it stretch over the large bulge that lay just in front of her nose now. As more and more of the knot was exposed she could feel the warmth radiating off of it, scent its deep, primal maleness, see it throb. There was a moment of silent tension as soft fur was pulled back over the widest part, then an equally silent 'pop' as the sheathskin finally slipped back, revealing her partner's multi-lobed bulge in all its glory. Smiling once again the bunny took a breath, having forgotten to in the moment of her concentration. That moment of teasing had only stoked her passions further. Fully riled up and ready to go now, the bunny began to suck and swallow around her partner in earnest. It probably wouldn't take long, not with the state her mate was in. She herself was already burning up, just from all the hormones in the air and the taste of her mate on her tongue. It really was a pity that her mate was-
A pair of large, strong paws gripped her middle and squeezed.
-Had been asleep. The fox's legs neatly crossed behind her head and over her neck, pressing down and forcing her muzzle to kiss right up against the male's swollen knot, her twitching nose pressed snugly against its warm surface. In seconds Buttercup found herself neatly locked in position, unable to back off even an inch from the protruding maleness filling her mouth. Behind her a rusty head rose up and grinned. Her tail twitched as hot, hungry breaths were puffed over it, ruffling her fur and making her already eager slit tingle. When had he awoken? She hadn't even noticed! Or... had it been a trap all along? Bait set out across her path to lure her in unsuspectingly? Letting her lower her guard and put herself in a compromising position before the hunter pounced her at her most helpless... That would be something he'd do. Well, too late now; she was well and truly trapped.
"Ah, ah, ah..... sneaky little bunny got caaaaaught..."
Her fox's voice was low and deep. It sounded like chocolate tasted, rich and dark and probably not good for you, no matter how much you enjoyed it. The canine growled with predatory pleasure as he lifted his head, curling around the rabbit to better look her over. Gripped tightly by powerful paws and held in position Buttercup could only guess at what was going on, though she could see that ivory-toothed, hungry grin in her mind's eye as she felt a broad, wide muzzle inch ever closer to her, making her shiver with delight. So it had been a trap, and a most cunning one indeed.
"So soft... so tender... so plump... so tempting..."
The bunny squeaked, as well as she was able at any rate, as a sudden lick to her rump made her entire body quiver. It was fleeting, almost like a smooch under her tail, but the sudden contact alerted the lapine to just how very sensitive and eager she'd grown back there. As it drew away she felt herself cold and exposed, her entire body burning up inside with the desire for more. She tingled, her nerves crying out for the blissful warmth of contact once more.
She didn't have to wait long; the tongue returned, this time stroking up from her stomach towards her tail. It was broad and flat and rough, saliva-slicked and almost burning hot against her cool skin. It sampled her, a long and languid lick that moved up past her eager, sensitive folds to the tight pucker beneath her cotton tail before flicking up with a lewd slurp. The bunny felt her breathing quicken as her heart raced within her chest, the sheer energy and excitement flowing through her veins. She squirmed and twitched, her hind legs kicking the air as she was teased and tasted like some rare treat.
"Aaah... so sweet... so tasty..."
Still she was held captive; the larger male keeping her neatly locked into position with his legs around her neck. She had all the control and agency of a snowflake in a storm as her partner's forepaws wrapped around her rump, holding it in the perfect position to attack. She could feel her mate curling around her, rolling himself up almost into a ball, with her pressed into his stomach. But, instead of tucking his snout under her tail as she'd expected, he curled over her, muzzle ruffling her back fur, tucking between his own legs with unexpected flexibility. Soon the fox's nose was an inch away from her twitching ears, his voice seemingly sounding inside her head as he whispered to her in a dark and sultry tone.
"I am going to devour you, tasty little bunny. I will nibble you until there is nothing left. And what quivering, panting bits there are after, I will fuck and fill and breed until you are a sticky, gasping mess."
The words were growled out, as much a promise as they were a threat. Buttercup, so helplessly pinned as she was, hearing such a vicious, hungry words from such a large and powerful predator, felt every fiber of her being scream at her in instinctual terror. She allowed the fear to rise, shooting through her like white hot icicles, consuming her mind in a storm of cold fire. She could hear herself whimpering, all of her senses raised, straining to their limits as she struggled weakly in the grasp of the eager hunter. She felt as if she could wet herself with the shock of the moment, but it was something else that made her hindquarters damp. She could hear his ravenous growls, feel his strong limbs wrapped around her, scent his almost overpowering musk, laced with the need to mount and mate and breed and claim. All the control she had earlier faltered and crumbled as her companion uncurled and began to ravish her with his tongue.
"NNNF!"
There were benefits to having a lover whose tongue was as long as your arm, and Buttercup was feeling them now as the slick appendage practically danced over her twitching rosebud. The soft length of muscle pressed and rubbed and teased her tight pucker, pushing in as it stroked past firmly enough to softly cave her increasingly eager entrance. In mere seconds her coat was damp with drool, wet, lurid sounds echoing in her ears as she felt the source for each one. The hot length made smooth circles over its target, slowly spiraling inwards as the broad muzzle nuzzled and kissed its way under a raised cotton tail, answering her plaintive pleas with confident snarls.
"Rrrr!"
With a sudden and eager growl the fox pushed forward, his tongue forcing its way into Buttercup's rear passage, making her cry out around the maleness in her mouth, sending pleasurable vibrations through it. With even more energy and desire than before the vulpine tongue pressed inch after inch into the violated bunny. Her mate wasn't rimming her anymore, or even eating her out, no; she was receiving a tongue-fucking the likes of which she'd only endured a few times before. . It was hot, hard and relentless. Easily a match for the times when her partner mounted and rutted her. She could feel the hot length deep within, twisting and flexing and licking, sloppy wet noises sounding out as her mate all but made out with her pucker. Again and again the canid pressed forward, always trying to force himself deeper, his muzzle pressed snugly against the rabbit's rear, pushing her forward onto his cock.
The lapine's eyes rolled back in her head. Her body had no answer for the furious assault it was under, her muscles quivering like jelly, her back passage ineffectually clenching around the silken invader. She didn't even have the sense left in her to pleasure her partner, instead just reflexively swallowing the steady stream of pre leaking from him, unable to concentrate on anything but the firework going off between her legs. Her canine companion didn't seem to notice or mind however; he bucked softly and rhythmically, gently nudging his knot against the twitching bunny's nose, seemingly paying little attention to his rock-hard erection as he instead poured all his efforts into 'devouring' the longear in front of him.
Breeding his doe, his vixen... that would come later. In the heat of the moment he only wanted to taste her.
It had been a month, a whole, achingly-long month since he'd last sampled his lover and prey. A month filled with gorging himself on the ripe berries and fruits that were ever so plentiful in that time of year, but a month filled with countless days where he had to watch the most tender and succulent of treats run around in front of him, with no time to sate his hunger. Oh it had been agonizing, agonizing to have to hold himself back, to watch that cute powder-puff tail hop so enticingly away from him, see that soft form bounding about over the hills, to notice, day after day, how plump and tasty and slow and easy to catch she was getting.
Every predatory instinct he possessed had been screaming at him to pounce and devour, but he'd held himself back to prepare for winter. And for this moment. Sating his lust was almost of secondary importance now, he'd been drooling like a dog from the moment he'd awoken in anticipation of this meal, and it was every bit as divine as he'd imagined.
The taste, her taste, was beyond words. There was, of course, the rich underlying base of rabbit, always something to set a vulpine's mouth a-water. But it was joined by so many other fine notes, soft and fruity, the result of a month spent, like him, indulging in the bounty of harvest time. And she had become so delightful plump and tender too. She was a feast far grander than the usual prey he caught, often thin and stringy and struggling to survive.
But there was more, so much more. The sharp taste of fear, the alluring taste of desire... and the sound and sensations all spiraling into one amazing experience. There was nothing, nothing like the thrill he had when he felt something small and fluffy struggling in his grip, felt protesting claws dig into his fur, heard the whimpers and yelps of a meal at his mercy. He could tell, knew, that the only thing greater than his partner's terror at that moment was her burning desire to be with him, the instincts of two types of hunt engaged in heated battle as his mate gave herself up to them, and him, and let him stoke the twin fires of fear and passion. No mere tail-raising vixen could hope to compare to the warm and wriggling form, the blissfully tight and tasty doe held helplessly in his grasp.
"MNNHH!!"
There was a whimpering groan from his mate, answered by a lewd growl as the fox felt a warm, swallowing pressure on his throbbing shaft. His partner was gagging on him, her body spasming with pleasure as she was pushed to her peak, losing her composure and turning what had been a sedate sucking into something far more chaotic and messy. There was a sudden sensation of warmth and wetness as something squirted under his chin, and his nostrils filled with the scent of feminine need.
The fox pulled back, tongue licking over his arousal-soaked muzzle, drooling hungrily as he looked over his prey. As his tongue withdrew it left a gaping, twitching hole, well and truly used and penetrated. She lay there, gaped and panting, almost still as the dying spasms of pleasure wracked her limp body. A broad, ivory-toothed grin spread over his features as he admired how utterly and completely his mate had been exhausted. It would be appropriate to allow her a minute or two to catch her breath, but as the sight of an exhausted, panting bunny sent a fresh twitch of arousal surging through him he knew he wasn't going to be giving her that respite. His bunny had climaxed, but he was far, far from done with her yet.
"Aaah? So soon? So sad. But... I'm still huuuungry, little bunny... And there's still some of you left..."
Buttercup's mind spun. She barely heard the words being growled into her ear as she lay there, her coat soaked with sweat, burning up on a hot and fluffy stomach. Her breath wheezed through her nose as she fought for air, still swimming in the ocean of bliss that her mate had thrown her into. She wasn't expecting anything further, just time to recover. So it was with complete an utter shock that she felt a familiar muzzle press suddenly beneath her tail once again.
"NNF!"
Her eyes went wide as she felt the sudden pressure pushing her forward once more. She could feel smooth, slick teeth nibbling at her thighs, hot breaths being huffed up under her tail as her hunter went once more on the attack, seemingly with even more ferocity than before. This time however he attacked a different target -one all the more sensitive for remaining untouched for so long.
*Liiiick! Sluuurp! Sluuup!*
Loud laps and slurps sounded out as the fox's tongue ran again and again over sensitive, puffy folds, pushing in a little deeper each time. Slowly but steadily the rabbit's tunnel was breached and broadened. With every second and every stroke a little more of her love tunnel was probed and rubbed and teased. As a bunny she had little idea of the concept of 'candy', but she was being savored like a particularly tasty piece of the stuff. The powerful sensations slowly dragged her from the warm mists of afterglow and helped focus her mind on the present. Her entire body was burning up, her need quickly rising to its old level, then exceeding it as her mate's relentless tongue-fucking continued without pause or cease.
Now she had both the mind and desire to 'retaliate', retaking a modicum of control as she began to suck hungrily on the thick length in her muzzle. Her partner's attitude was catching it seemed, she felt a need rising in her for the vulpine's seed, a want for him to breed her throat and fill her with warmth.
For his part the fox snapped and snarled as he pushed forward, driving his bunny up and down his length as he moved her body about with the sheer energy of tasting her. He was almost beyond words now, feeling the velvet warmth encasing his cock begin to ripple and milk him. His hips had been moving on their own for some time now, but they quickly began the rapid, urgent thrusts that accompanied the end of a mating. There was no continual, clenching pressure around his knot, but the tight seal made by a straining muzzle and the limited mobility afforded by his current position were nearly as good.
"RrrrRRRRrrr.... such a hot, wet doe. So sensitive... I will make you scream for me, beg for me, cum for me... tight little bunny!"
Soft slapping noises began to sound out over the background of hot sloppy, feral sex. A pair of full and heavy balls were softly bouncing off a lapine nose, only just able to smack softly against it at the apex of each short thrust. Still Buttercup had to close her eyes to avoid the heavy pouch, focusing on a regular rhythm of swallows. Her partner's output had only increased as the minutes had passed, a steady stream of sweet and salty down her welcoming throat. Already it was almost as thick and copious as it was right before climax, but still it built. But there was no worry; the rabbit had taken many loads in her life and knew the trick; simply let it all pour inside you, you didn't fight it or you'd choke.
She began to look increasingly forward to the inevitable climax, reaching her paws forward to squeeze and massage the throbbing knot just in front of her nose. She could feel it pulsing under her paws, throb in her mouth, squirt down her throat. She endeavored to use her entire body to pleasure and tease every inch of the thick male buried inside her, to reciprocate the wonderful feelings sparking within her own form. She timed the rubs and squeezes of her soft paws with deep swallows around the vulpine meat filling her muzzle, allowing her partner to press in a deeply as he could. Her entire muzzle was wet with leaking drool and pre, the sticky mess dripping down her chin to soak her chestfur.
The breeding pair were soaked with sweat, entwined with one another in a ball of matted, mating fur. Bodies pushed and rubbed and ground against one another as they sought to ride out the rising waves of pleasure together, to push one another further and further past their limits. Neither would last long now. Already the vulpine's balls were churning as he ever-so-slowly eagerly pumped his twitching, drooling cock into a tight bunny throat. He had almost hit the edge a few times already and each time, he had slowed down just a little to enjoy the approach, stretching out the experience into solid minutes of shivers and growls.
At the crest of each wave his body moved at a burning pace, pounding away at the suckling muzzle between his legs, stoking the fires of his impending orgasm until he felt as if a single firm squeeze could have pushed him over the edge. Yet, even at that point, his mate's muzzle tight around the base of his thick erection, the tapered tip of his cock buried deep within her, somehow the end never came; only a further rise in pleasure. The pent-up canine could hear the steady swallows as a continual stream of precum oozed from his length, his body screaming for release. With each second, he could feel the pressure growing within himself, his thickened seed pushing up against the base of his cock in the hopes of breaking free.
Pulling back just a moment the fox stared with glazed eyes, his breath catching in his throat and his voice hoarse with pleasure and need. He paused only long enough to force out a few words, slurred and mixed with growls in the midst of pure feral instinct. His heart skipped a beat as that beautifully warm muzzle suckled up and down his length, only the very basal inch of his cock ever leaving it, his dick twitching more and more forcefully as his release approached the tip...
"NnnnrrggGGGHHH! Take.... take it!"
Buttercup readied herself as she felt her partner tense, his entire body going rigid as it prepared to fill her with his seed. The legs gripping behind her neck locked into place, pushing her muzzle down against the bulging knot until her jaw ached, her nose smooshed against the warm flesh. With blurred vision she could see the heavy pair of orbs in front of her pull up in preparation, feel the thick shaft in her throat spasm and twitch. Her mate gave a deep, low growl, gritting his teeth and drawing his muzzle back in a snarl as the pressure rose and a hot blast built within him, forcing its way to freedom as it raced up his shaft. The bunny took a deep breath as she felt the impending climax mere seconds away, closing her eyes and forcing herself to relax against her own rising pleasure, ready to take anything and everything her mate had to give.
"NNNNGGGGHHHHH!!!"
*GLLLK!*
It was clear from the very first shot of hot, thick seed that the rabbit had misjudged just how pent up her mate was. The first massive blast poured into her, emptying straight into her stomach. She felt her throat tighten as the thick rod within it swelled and spasmed, before the second spurt had even hit she knew she couldn't take that sort of volume. Her fox roared and burst, a veritable geyser of pent-up spunk exploding from his cock. Stream after stream of milky white, virile seed pumped out in violent spurts that made the canid's whole body shake as a seemingly endless supply of jizz erupted from his twitching, throbbing member.
*GULP! GLK! ULP!*
A continual barrage of hot seed pumped into the hapless bunny as she felt the thick, hot liquid rise in her throat. There simply wasn't enough room in her to accommodate such an incredible load and she felt the bursts of thick cum forcing their way up and into her mouth, leaking out around the seal of her muzzle and dripping down her chin. Her stomach gurgled as it was filled to bursting with a protein-rich meal, and still there was more to come. Her eyes went wide as she felt herself being filled far past her limit, staring in shock as she saw twin jets of seed shooting from her nose as if from a burst fire hydrant.
The predator shuddered through his overwhelming orgasm, his eyes rolling back into his head as he let out a throaty, guttural moan. He could feel his partner wriggling as he held her in place on his cock, violating her innocent muzzle with his seed. All conscious thought was push aside and shut down as mating instinct came to the fore, seizing control of him. His prostate tingled and wrung itself dry, pumping out every last drop of semen as though this was the last chance he would ever have to breed a vixen. His hips bucked sporadically, spasms running through him as his body focused all its efforts on spreading his seed, filling his doe, breeding his mate. He lapped hungrily, needily at her hindquarters, diving his tongue deep within her to taste his rabbit's release. He could feel her body once more tensing in climax, pushed by the pleasure at both ends, her love tunnel clenching around his tongue as if trying to hold it inside. The taste of feminine need only drove him to cum harder as the pair peaked together as they had many times before.
Buttercup had little choice in the matter, closing her eyes for safety as seed sprayed from her mouth and nose, seeking any release from the massive pressure building up inside her. Her body shook with climax and within a few seconds, the bunny was thoroughly glazed in spunk, sweat and her own juices from tip to tail. Impossibly thick and rich foxy fluids dripped down her face, soaked through her fur, ran down her chest and collected in a puddle on the ground beneath her. And still there was more, making a total mess of both her and her partner as wet, spurting sounds filled her ears and the two mates were joined together in an utter mess.
Eventually, like all things, it had to end. The great ropes of spunk the foxy fuckstick fired gave way to smaller spurts. A minute or so later they were reduced to a gentle dribble of cum. From Buttercup at least; she had no more room in her overstuffed stomach for even a drop more of her partner's seed and copious amounts of it still leaked out from her muzzle.
Behind her, her partner's head slumped, the fox collapsing flat on his back, his tongue withdrawing from his lover with a wet slurp and a soft moan from the lapine. It had been a long, long time indeed since he'd felt so drained; physically and mentally. It took incredible effort just to open his eyes and look up at the cum-soaked doe tucked neatly between his legs. Through the fog of afterglow he could see her damp hindquarters and gaping slit, bright pink from his ministrations. The sight made his dick throb and fire off one last shot of pent-up seed, finally fully spent but still giving off the occasional hard twitch in the bunny's warm, soft maw.
*Slurrrrrp-POP!*
A few seconds later Buttercup took advantage of her mate's relaxed grasp to finally pull back and come up for air; inch after inch of foxcock re-emerging from her muzzle, thick, throbbing and silvered with seed, until the entire length finally slipped free. The male's shaft glistened, wet with her saliva from base to tip as it stood to attention, pressing under her chin and chest. The longear panted wetly, occasionally coughing up a stray mouthful of jizz, clearing her throat and nose as she sucked in deep breaths of musky air. It shouldn't have been possible for her to have been painted so thoroughly with so much seed. Yet somehow the torrent pouring from her had works its way to completely painting her face a glistening white -and a good part of the rest of her too.
The massive male's dick continued to twitch against her and ooze another fat glob of jizz. It glistened as it dribbled down the still rock-hard shaft, following a throbbing vein until it reached the knotted base of his length before soaking into the short fur of a spent sac, bathing the orbs there in their own juices. All the while Buttercup could do little but catch her breath, her head still spinning from the intensity of her recent experience. She flopped like a ragdoll when her mate turned over onto his stomach, gently tipping her off onto the firmer ground.
She lay there, on her side, her heart still pounding in her heaving chest, slowly coming back to reality, utterly and completely spent. She could barely move, and most certainly couldn't hop; her whole body felt like it was made of hot lead and was so soft and limp she was amazed she hadn't simply melted into a puddle where she lay. (There was certainly a considerable one forming beneath her as sticky fluids dripped from her fur.) She pushed a paw against her stomach and watched groggily as it sank in up to her wrist. It may just have been the 'padding' she'd acquired over a month of good eating, but she was pretty sure she hadn't been quite so... voluptuous when she'd woken up that morning.
She certainly felt stuffed enough, hiccuping occasionally as she struggled eve to sit up. She felt she was sloshing as she moved, that she could hear her stomach churning the massive meal she'd just consumed. But it was a delightfully contenting feeling, being filled with a rich warmth and inner glow. And besides, how many rabbits could truly say they'd devoured as much fox as she had? She couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. In the meantime loud =, lewd licks could be heard from her partner as he set about cleaning up the sizeable mess that had splattered between his legs. Surprisingly little had been from himself; the bunny felt a twinge of pride at just how very much of the massive load she'd managed to handle. Still it took several minutes as her mate diligently set about straightening and cleaning his fur.
This slightly annoyed the doe, after all she was the one that was covered head-to-tail in sticky mess. But she had a very definite feeling that this was something her partner took no small amount of pleasure from. After all, didn't she take quite a bit of pride in her ability to not only take a fox and all he had to give, but to do so almost elegantly, with ease? So why shouldn't that same fox get a feeling of pride in managing to overcome even her and paint his partner with his seed?
Her thoughts were eventually interrupted as jaws closed gently but firmly around her ankle and her body was dragged up towards her mate's head, deposited in front of him so that he could look over his handiwork. He grinned his usual toothy, pleased smile to see her soaked state, confirming the bunny's suspicions. Barely a patch of brown fur remained, her coat covered with her mate's emission as surely as if he'd simply pawed off onto her. As the large male growled his approval Buttercup noticed he was still very much rock hard.
"Such... such a dirty, diiiiirty doe... All marked and mated... filled with seed.Covered with my scent... Mine..."
Before she had time to make any sort of reply the canine nuzzled close to her, a long, slick tongue snaking out of his maw to slap wetly against the side of her face, slurping up it against the grain of her coat and leaving a trail of ruffled fur in its wake. This was followed by a second lick, and then a third as the vulpine endeavored to groom his partner. Given just how dirty he'd made her in the first place this was the least he could do, but again given how dirty he'd made her it couldn't be the least anything if he'd hoped to get her anywhere near clean.
Buttercup closed her eyes, sitting there and allowing her mate's tongue to delicately explore her front end with as much attention as it had previously given her hind. She could still scent her arousal on him too, even under his own powerful musk. Slowly she nestled in against his chest, feeling him curl around her in response. They'd sleep here; neither was in the mood to move much after all, not for a few hours at least.
She smiled as she felt something warm and heavy pressing against her tail. She knew what it was of course, and she could feel it flagging. Without steady, clenching pressure behind his knot her partner couldn't 'keep it up' as it were for very long after climax. She snickered and shifted position, shuffling down her mate's body and wrapping her hind legs around his base, crossing them over and squeezing. In turn she felt the thick shaft twitch and stiffen, pressing up against her stomach with renewed vigor. So held it'd stay stiff for hours on end, certainly long enough for her to be able wake to a pleasant surprise. Usually, of course, it'd be leaking like crazy during those hours, but after its recent performance the bunny couldn't see even a drop ready to spill. Her mate really had given her everything. Of course, fitting an already engorged knot under her tail was a very, very tricky thing to do, but she'd had plenty of practice and would make a great challenge for the morning.
In the meantime the two slowly drifted off to a well deserved rest.