[b][u][center]A Different Kind of Carrot[/center][/u][/b] David Oakton whistled softly to himself as he did the last of his morning errands, which was to put out some scraps for the local wildlife. He was currently making his way through the 'hedge maze' on the Featherstone estate, expertly navigating its winding passages as he carried a surprisingly heavy hemp basket that was stacked with an assortment of vegetables. Some had spoiled in storage, others couldn't be sold at market, some were kitchen scraps neatly split into strips and peels. [i]All[/i] would be going to the special dropoff spot where they were left out for whatever creatures might stop by to enjoy them. The Featherstones were a generous family and liked to 'do their bit to help' in numerous ways. And for the past few weeks that had involved Dave. He'd recently started working for them. Not so much as a laborer or hired help, he was far, far too young for that, but more as a dogsbody; (well, squirrelsbody perhaps.) someone given a few coins to do minor inconvenient tasks such as putting out washing, getting in mail or tossing out scraps. This was fine by him, a little extra spending money was not to be sneezed at. Plus it got him out and about in nature. He'd always loved the outdoors, and the feral creatures that lived there. Indeed; truth be told it was more of a literal love than he'd ever admit to anyone. He'd always had a definite kinship with 'animals' and enjoyed working on the nearby farms as well; the sheep, horses cattle and chickens were always a pleasure to be around. Oh people talked about such things all the time, how any anthro might feel a closeness to the ferals of 'their' species, and of course he [i]was[/i] fond of the smaller, four-legged brushtails that so resembled his own, bipedal form, but his love was broader, for all of nature. Out here of course were deer and rabbits all of which kept their distance from the anthro squirrel as was to be expected. But he did hope that over time they'd get used to him and not be so timid. In fact he'd been taking his time on his errands lately, not immediately going back home after completing this final task, but rather resting a while under one of the large trees at the center of the maze. It was a surprisingly private locale, with the walls of the hedge maze on all sides and the canopy of the trees above. The light was always dappled and leafy, tucked away from the sight of other people and completely abandoned most days. He could easily spend an hour or two just lying back and looking up at the sky, thinking of various things, more often than not what he'd do if approached by a wild animal such as a deer or fox. As he had the previous day, and several days before that, he carefully spread out the various vegetables he'd been given, putting them with those that remained from the previous day and making sure they were all neatly arranged. Then he sat beneath the central tree, laid back against its trunk, looked up at its leaves, and enjoyed the quiet. * * * * * * * * * * * * There he was again. Strange. As always Buttercup had heard the anthro before she had seen, or even scented him. He was loud and seemingly oblivious, the very opposite of a hunter. The two-legged ones were like that quite often, not noticing or caring about things smaller than themselves. But this one brought flayrah, and had done so for some time now. And he'd always wait around after laying it out, sometimes for quite a while. What was he hoping to achieve? Was he just enjoying the quiet? Did he expect to see a rabbit like herself or deer or some other creature stop by? And if so, to what end? He laid no traps and carried no gun, what could he possibly do but just stand and stare? The others of her warren stayed well away. As much as they were grateful to anthros for providing extra flay, especially in the lean winter months, they were not eager to get too close. And given it was the middle of the day they were unlikely to be about anyway. She was pretty sure it was only her, and... perhaps one other, in the maze at this time. And today? Today she was determined to get to the bottom of the mysterious squirrel who lingered about in the maze. Slowly but surely she crept forward, silent in the undergrowth, sticking close to the hedge that walled this clearing in. Now she [i]could[/i] see him, and scent him on the air. Shorter than most Men, a young buck as far as she could tell, though how mature it was hard to gauge. Their kits were [i]born[/i] larger than all but the biggest adult rabbits. He hadn't noticed her yet, but that could, and would, change soon. Very carefully she padded out a foot or two from where she'd been concealed. If she sat there it would only be a matter of time before she was spotted. And then... well she'd see what happened when it happened. * * * * * * * * * * * * Dave sat up, some unseen circumstance nudging him from his daydreams. It felt almost like he was being watched, but as he scanned the clearing he couldn't see anyone. No... that wasn't quite correct. There [i]was[/i] someone there, a rabbit. A large tannish-brown doe was sitting a few feet away from the outer hedge, just looking at him. He froze. He'd thought over moments like this a thousand times; now was the time to remain perfectly still, to see just how close the lapine would get to him. If he made any sudden moves he could easily scare her off, and undo all his hard work. So he sat, breathing slowly and lightly, not daring to move a muscle, just looking back at the rabbit. * * * * * * * * * * * * For several long minutes bunny and brushtail stood locked in a standstill, simply staring the one at the other. All this time Buttercup considered her options; she knew she'd been seen, she could see the imposing squirrel had tensed up, was watching her in turn. Was he waiting for her to make a move? To come closer perhaps? What if she got close enough to be attacked? Was that his plan? Surely it couldn't be? Burning with insatiable curiosity the rabbit hopped forward, each move slow and deliberate as she closed the distance between her and her target. Other rabbits wouldn't have dared, but she'd always had a taste for danger, one that had snared her a mate and given her enough confidence to proceed with the risky task. * * * * * * * * * * * * She was getting closer! Dave could hardly believe his luck as he watched the brown doe slowly but steadily approaching him, curiosity burning in her eyes. She was evidently more bold and forthcoming than the rest of her kind, and it wasn't long before she was just a few feet away, dewy eyes appraising him cautiously. This was [i]far[/i] further than he'd expected to get so quickly. Holding his breath, lest the slightest sound break this strange spell, he reached out a hand towards her, concentrating hard not to let it shake with nervous excitement. She made no move to flee as he reached out towards her, as the feet between her and him became inches, then a hair's breadth. He felt a strange jolt as they finally made contact; a sort of electric spark that seemed to jump from her coat, arc across his fingers and shoot up his arm. He almost gasped, but restrained himself, focusing instead on feeling the soft, downy fur under his touch. It was something so simple -it wasn't as if he hadn't pet his family's cat that very same morning- yet it felt like an incredible accomplishment and somehow strangely forbidden; as if he were trespassing on some other secret world somehow just by experiencing this most basic contact. Which was silly, all he was doing was petting a wild rabbit. Not the easiest thing to accomplish, but hardly a groundbreaking feat. It was nice really, strangely peaceful. She felt surprisingly soft under his palm; silky tan fur that he could run his fingers through as he stroked slowly and gently down her back. Still it seemed... surprisingly personal somehow, as if he were sharing in an experience few others would be allowed. As he sat there he found his mind wandering slightly. * * * * * * * * * * * * Buttercup couldn't help but feel strangely flustered as she sat there; the larger male's hand stroking over her back. The sensation, and situation, was strange, but not unpleasant. This was... something that rabbits, or anything besides the two-legs, just didn't -couldn't- do. The closest thing there was, was grooming. That was a rather... personal affair usually between two friends or mates. The motions of petting were... similar, if more broad. It was... relaxing enough, if coming with overtones of oddness and novelty. It was something just so... unlike anything a rabbit might expect. To just be sitting there while something so much larger than you was stroking your fur. So she sat there, enjoying the experience as much as she was able, almost basking in the strangeness and oddity of it all. After all, what else was there to do? Indeed, now that she had got so far, had confirmed that the anthro wasn't a danger, what [i]did[/i] she do now? Should she leave? that would seem so... anticlimactic, to have done something so daring and to get just... well [i]this[/i] as a payoff, pleasant though it amy be. However it wasn't long before she began to pick up on some subtle hints that perhaps things were even more unusual than she had expected. * * * * * * * * * * * * It was only gradually that David began to realize something was amiss. The first hint was a strange and rising tightness in his pants. This immediately yanked his mind out of the clouds and back to the current situation. For a moment he froze, unsure of what to do, then carefully resumed stroking the lapine next to him. This was... unexpected. Certainly he had always harbored... unique desires and interests regarding animals. But he'd always been utterly circumspect in keeping them under control and ignored. Such things would only cause trouble if he were to indulge in them after all. Especially out on the farms where people would see. Oh, he'd heard stories of course and people had been caught- but as common as it might be he'd had no desire to get caught up in such difficulties. Of course... he'd always dreamed. Being someplace remote would be more ideal, where there were no prying eyes to catch him unawares. And a wild animal would also have been best, one that he need not see again. One closer to home could well pick up habits and ideas and react inappropriately while he was out and about with friends of family. Yes, meeting a wild creature while alone in the woods had always been his deepest and darkest desire; a dream to be kept to himself, wanted but unattainable. Until now... Even so... as much as this might have been something he'd wondered about many times, he couldn't act. He knew well what happened to people who tried to make an animal do what it didn't want to, even something as apparently small and weak as a cat, even something as simple as a bath. Doing anything... inappropriate was out of the question entirely if he didn't wish to be gelded. He should just get up and walk away, happy with what he'd managed so far. And he was fully intending to, until he felt something that almost made him yelp. * * * * * * * * * * * * There was no doubt about it; Buttercup was an experienced doe -far moreso than most rabbits she could knew would ever guess- and she knew [i]exactly[/i] what she was seeing. Or rather, in this case, scenting. The smell of arousal was a universal one, driven by the same hormones, pheromones and urges. And she could detect it now; there was no doubt in her mind that the male in front of her was roused, increasingly so as time passed. And that was even more unusual than anything else that had happened so far. Certainly she knew that such feelings could arise between species; her own mate was not a rabbit, not nearly, but she'd never heard of an anthro doing such things. This only caused her curiosity to burn more brightly; had this been his intention from the start? To lure in a companion? Surely not, it was far too elaborate a ploy, and the food had been supplied to her warren for a generation. Perhaps it was incidental? Nothing to do with her at all? But then why now, of all times? There were so many unanswered questions and she was increasingly eager to learn more. [i]Now[/i] at least she had an idea of exactly what she could do next. If she was wrong she was a fat runner and if she was right... well she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. In the meantime she shifted position slowly and carefully, edging her way closer to the much bigger buck. His legs were akimbo so it was a simple task to slip between them into a spot that was also easier for him to pet her. But she was no longer interested in that; now what consumed her attention was his crotch, where no sign of a sheath could be found, despite the sizable bulge very evident there. Even this was an enigma; anthros covered themselves with... stuff. It could be removed, they were soft and pink beneath, and came in many colors and forms. An anthro could change their appearance in a day, be different between sunrise and sunset. Hide themselves in vegetation or be the color of flowers. Now however Buttercup was close enough to examine the stuff in detail; it was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Sort of like fur in scent and texture, but without the long, flowing hairs of a well groomed coat. Timorously she reached out a paw and pressed it against the larger form. * * * * * * * * * * * * David almost jerked backwards at the touch; he'd been so busy concentrating on controlling himself that he had barely noticed the rabbit change position, sneaking closer to him, until he'd felt her touch on his leg. He frozen in place and looked down to see the brown bunny seemingly examining him, looking at her paw pressed against the fabric of his pants. Barely daring to breathe he lowered his hands to his sides, leaving him in an odd sitting position with the rabbit right in front of him, maybe an inch away. Whatever was going to happen, he didn't want to interfere; just see where things went. * * * * * * * * * * * * The bigger buck had noticed her touch, she knew. She'd felt his body twitch, heard the sharp intake of breath. But he wasn't responding, simply sitting there, watching her,seeing what she'd do. He felt strange under her paw; the expected warmth of the larger male of course, but also a strange texture from the stuff covering him. It was rough but not coarse; she'd seen it before in some of the things the two-legs made, sacks and the like. She ran her forepaw over it, stroking a few inches of the fabric to get used to the touch. Then she decided to be more bold and investigate the question burning at the back of her mind. She raised her paw and moved it a few inches to the left, where the conspicuous bulge in the fabric hinted at what was beneath. Slowly reaching forward she made contact earning another quiet hiss from the male and pressed against it. It was warmer underpaw than the massive squirrel's leg, almost hot in fact. And firmer, as if it was straining to be freed. It was certainly a maleness of some kind, though exactly what the bunny couldn't be sure. Slowly and tentatively she explored it with her paw, rubbing over the firm curve of it, the tent in the fabric. Above her she could hear the squirrel grunt, possibly in pleasure, as she took measure of the strange anatomy. * * * * * * * * * * * * David tried not to gasp or make any sound that might scare off his inquisitive companion. This was... something else entirely. She was exploring him, he could feel it! The soft and delicate paw was stroking over his dick in a manner that was driving him wild even as he sought to suppress the ecstatic desires bubbling to the surface. Could this even really be happening? It [i]couldn't[/i] be a dream; but was she really... interested in him in that way? Well there was only one way to find out. Slowly and carefully he raised a hand to his waist, tucking it between his legs to find the button on his pants. This was risky; if the rabbit panicked she might bite or claw, but he simply [b]had[/b] to know. He watched her pause and back off slightly as his hand drew near, fiddling with the buttons nervously before finally managing to undo them. With a deft flick of his wrist he unzipped the garment, allowing his length to finally flop free. He was now alone in the middle of the hedge maze, exposing his half erect shaft to a rabbit and waiting to see what would happen next. * * * * * * * * * * * * Buttercup stepped back in mild surprise as the squirrel did something with the stuff covering his body. Exactly [i]what[/i] he was doing became immediately clear as a puff of musky air swept over her and she saw the thick pink length almost spring out into the sunlight. For a moment she simply stared; like everything to do with the big brushtail it was familiar yet strangely alien at the same time. This was most definitely his shaft, but it was largely a pale pink, covered with soft, furless skin, with only the very tip being the darker, more purple color she'd expected. It was seemingly only half aroused, drooping slightly in the sunlight, and emerged from a slit in some more of the strange coverings the anthro wore. These were a pale white, like snow and were apparently kept hidden under the outer garment. It was all so strange... yet somehow strangely alluring. Being so close, so [i]personal[/i] with any male was vaguely arousing and she felt herself growing hot, her ears blushing. This was it; she had made a choice and the squirrel had made his, so what else could she do but continue? Hopping forward into her former position she once again raised a paw and gingerly batted the male length. It twitched at her touch, jerking sharply upwards and bobbing slightly to the side. She felt a patch of warmth on her paw and sniffed at it, scenting the familiar perfume of male arousal, interlaced with other strange scents unique to his species. Taking a deep breath she touched it again, feeling the warmth seeming to slowly travel up her arm. Once again it twitched, standing slightly more erect under her ministration. She allowed her paw to roam over it, starting at the base and slowly making her way towards its tip. She could feel a pulse in it, no [i]see[/i] it as each heartbeat made it stand more proudly. She could feel it stiffening under her touch, pointing ever more skyward as the veins on it began to bulge. It was a matter of seconds before the male was finally fully aroused, the heat from his shaft radiating off of it. The rabbit's mouth went dry as she examined the the impressive tool up close. It was large, about the size of her own mate's if she were honest, and cylindrical; more like a rod than the pointed, carrot-like members she'd formerly been acquainted with that were borne by her own species and others. As she leaned forward and her soft whiskers brushed against it she could see it twitch once again, sensitive and eager for action. Her own arousal was growing at this unique situation. Could she take things further? [i]Should[/i] she? * * * * * * * * * * * * Dave felt as rigid as a board, and it wasn't just his shaft anymore. Things had gone far better than he'd dared to hope; the doe's paw had actually been touching his cock! She was just an inch away from it at that very moment, seemingly enraptured with it! There was no way he could stop now, he simply [i]had[/i] to see how far things would go if he let them. Shaking with nervousness and excitement he decided on his next move. With almost glacial slowness he reached for his own length, pressing down on it slightly to angle it more comfortably and directly towards the curious lapine. * * * * * * * * * * * * Buttercup stared at the angled shaft. Well now [i]this[/i] was interesting... It was an offer, there was no mistaking the intention. The squirrel was presenting himself to her... but to what end? What did he want her to do? Well... she had a few ideas. She wondered if this male was fully aware of what she could do? Of her experience with larger partners. (Or at least [b]a[/b] larger partner.) It didn't matter, he'd find out soon enough. It'd just be interesting to see how surprised he'd be. Leaning closer she once more let her whiskers tickle the sensitive length she noted how it failed to twitch this time; being held firmly in place. Her rapid breaths fluttered over it, as light at the touch of a butterfly's wing as she opened her mouth, slowly at first then wider. She knew she could take a carrot, at least the first few inches, and was eager to taste this strange male. She leaned further forward until her lips were just barely kissing the waiting cock, nuzzling softly against its sensitive tip and drawing a groan from her larger partner. * * * * * * * * * * * * David grit his teeth as he tried to hold back the sound of pleasure in his throat. If he didn't know any better he could have sworn the bunny was kissing his length, soft fur and warm breath brushing against it and sending a chill up his spine. A second later and there was no doubt at all as he felt a tight warmth embrace the very tip of his length. "Nnngh...." Struggling to focus he looked down to see the rabbit nuzzling the terminal inch of his tip. He could feel a pair of buck teeth brushing firmly, but harmlessly against the top of his head even as a tiny, warm mouth stretched open to take him in. He couldn't quite believe what was happening, what he was seeing right in front of him. He'd expected perhaps a lick or something, but nothing like [i]this.[/i] How even was she doing it? She was a fraction of his size, a rabbit for crying out loud! * * * * * * * * * * * * Buttercup smiled around the quivering tip that already filled her mouth as she pressed forward. The anthro sciurine was surprised alright, no doubt he hadn't expected her to be so forward, or so capable. But that was nothing compared to what she could [i]really[/i] do; she'd handled one other his size... at least his size where it counted. And since she'd confirmed her partner's willingness there was no need to hold back any longer. She began to grind forward, relaxing her throat as she invited the larger male in. First one inch, then another slipped into her muzzle as her cheeks bulged. One benefit of the squirrel's shape was that he wasn't much thicker further down than he had been at his tip; once she got past that the rest was simple. Her jaw ached slightly, it having been some time since she'd forced it open so wide, and she could feel her throat tightening around the intrusion. Even after the considerable practice she'd had in her lifetime her gag reflex was as strong as it had ever been, gripping and squeezing the prodding cocktip as her breath whistled through her nose and she struggled to remain in control. She pushed forward a bit more, digging her feet into the grass for resistance, and felt a soft *pop* at the bulbous tip finally penetrated into her throat. * * * * * * * * * * * * Dave was in heaven. The sensation was utter bliss, there was no other way to describe it. The doe's mouth was [i]impossibly[/i] tight, squeezing every inch of his shaft inside her. And she was hot, the warmth caressing his tip was endlessly exquisite. The only other sexual experience he'd ever had was limited to what he had 'at hand' as it was, and it was [i]nothing[/i] like what he currently felt. And still the bunny pushed forward! She was slowly but surely seeking to swallow every inch of his meat with remarkable success. If he wasn't so overwhelmed with pleasure he would have wondered how someone so small could possibly hope to handle him; it almost didn't make sense how expertly the lapine was working his shaft, hungrily taking more and more down her throat. He could see her craning her neck, straightening it so that his rigid rod could most comfortably slip down. In turn he tried to angle his shaft into what he thought would be the easiest position for her to accommodate, eventually shifting position and getting onto his knees in front of the bunny; leaning over her to brace himself with one arm, almost on all fours. "Oh... oh damn that... that's so good..." The doe [i]finally[/i] seemed to bottom out when little over half of his length was inside her. He could feel the caress of her throat as she swallowed around him, and the wetness of her drool dripping from her lips as the sheer mass of meat in her mouth made it impossible not to get at least a little messy. By this time of course he was already leaking pre, almost on a hair trigger at the strange, nearly unimaginable delight engulfing his cock. He grit his teeth and stifled another moan, desperately denying the temptation to thrust forward. As much as he'd wanted this, he hadn't even dared to [i]dream[/i] something like it was possible. Now he wanted to hilt in the rabbit even more. It was a burning desire greater than anything he'd ever experienced in his life and it was only a matter of time before he knew he'd give into it. * * * * * * * * * * * * Buttercup was struggling, herself, but continuing on bravely. No matter how she tried she couldn't force any more of the brilliant maleness down her throat; there was just too much resistance to make any more progress. Her body rocked gently back and forth as her partner's hips twitched and bucked softly, moving a little despite his best efforts to stay still and let her work her magic. She could also feel her tongue being forced out by the pressure in her maw, slicking the underside of the massive shaft as she drooled around the thick length. Suddenly she felt a hand on her back once more, carefully and deliberately stroking her as she had been petted not more than a few minutes earlier. The big buck was above her now, kneeling in front of her with his other hand a foot or so away from her left side, holding him up overtop her as he panted and looked down on the rabbit. Her own position was more limited, since she couldn't tilt her head more than a few degrees without the throbbing length in her throat becoming uncomfortable. The strokes over her back were increasingly firm, slow and long. They made their way up her neck until each started by stroking between her ears, down past her shoulders and over the curve of her hindquarters. This was possibly the best display of affection her partner could manage at that point in time and she let her eyes roll back and close as she enjoyed it. She even began to use the slight pressure on the back of her head to drive her muzzle forward, relaxing her throat at the start of each stroke to allow herself to be pushed onto the impaling member. As if somehow noticing this, her partner suddenly changed tactics. The petting strokes became shorter and more rhythmic, only going down to her shoulderblades as more attention was paid to her head. Thin, surprisingly nimble fingers eventually stopped, spread out and gripped her; easily holding her head in place in one hand. For a moment she tensed, then tried to roll with it, as she felt her head being slowly but firmly moved back and forth. There was no doubt that her partner was fucking her throat now, his hips beginning to press towards her at the same time her maw was pushed forward from behind. Her throat spasmed as the thick length pressed ever deeper, the final inches steadily working their way inside. But Buttercup was no virgin doe, she'd seen such insistence before, several times. This novel sensation was nothing [i]too[/i] new; though she'd never had a partner who could grip her quite so firmly. So she forced herself to relax, her eyes rolling back once more as she focused on becoming a welcoming cocksleeve for the massive maleness using her. "Hnnk!" And it wasn't long at all before the steady progress lead to her finally taking every single inch of the Man using her. Her nose twitched as it bumped against soft skin, nostrils flaring as they filled with the scent of musky maleness, salt on her tongue as it was softly pressed against the side of a heavy sac. A triumphant thrill sparked through her as she was nearly pulled off the length with wet *slurp!*, only to be driven back down onto it once more. It had taken time, and a little assistance, but she had done it; she had taken the larger male completely. * * * * * * * * * * * * "Nnngh... so tight..." Dave felt a small pang of regret at his loss of self control; after how careful and cautious he'd been to get this far, he'd been unable to control himself any longer. Almost without thinking he'd reached down and grabbed the rabbit, holding her firmly but gently as he pushed her muzzle deeper between his legs. To his great relief she hadn't fought him for a second, nor had she bit down or shown and sign of discomfort. Instead she seemed to welcome the interaction, suddenly relaxing and loosening up. Now all he could hear were soft *glk!* and *gulp* sounds as his length slipped in and out of the wonderfully tight throat, able to get halfway out before smoothly plunging back in right to the base. A soft, twitching nose began to bump into his groin at the apex of each thrust and he marveled at how one so small could take him. He had always suspected he wasn't the biggest or most developed guy around; he'd have to wait a few years to even stop growing, but he could still see the lapine's neck softly bulge as his length slid down it and if he reached a little lower he could feel his rigid shaft twitch in her throat. "Nnnf! Oh yes... God yes..." He was so close already; he'd been dripping almost before the bunny had made contact, and he knew he wouldn't last even a minute more before he blew his load. A quiet spark of concern sat at the back of his mind; if anything might overwhelm the bunny then it would be his climax, but it was shouted down by the sheer animalistic [i]need[/i] his body felt. Grunting and panting his body stiffened and he readied himself for climax. * * * * * * * * * * * * Buttercup focused on staying relaxed as her partner's moans became louder and more needy, his thrusts quicker and more insistent. He was barely even pulling out now; just short, sharp thrusts that kept jabbing down her throat as he kept the bulk of his length in her maw. He was close, she was sure of it; the fingers gripping her head were squeezing ever more firmly, working her over the thick cock ever faster. But she knew how to handle this sort of thing; simply relax and be used and wait for the inevitable climax. "NnnnNNNGGGH-HAAAAHHHH!!!!" And there it was. There was a long, low, [i]deep[/i] moan and the bunny's body jerked as the pressure behind her head suddenly shoved forward, impaling her on the thick shaft, ramming it further down her throat than it had ever been before. At the same time she felt it twitch and spasm as the first thick rope of seed shot from it, seemingly straight into her stomach. "Nnnf! Glllkkk!" The world went dark as her face was pressed into the musky crotch, a heavy pair of balls pulling up under her chin as the began to empty into her. Again and again the cock flexed and throbbed. She could feel the hot seed pumping into her in steady bursts, her throat constricting tightly around the invading member as if eager to milk it and add to the pleasure. Though the intrusion was sudden the lapine focused on remaining calm, going limp in the squirrel's grip as he spent himself inside her, keeping her breathing slow and even as she inhaled big lungfuls of humid, musky air, laden with his arousal. It was truly remarkable how much he had to give as the peak continued on for what seemed like forever, as somehow he [i]still[/i] managed to find fresh reserves and to muster another pump of seed into her slowly swelling stomach. Eventually however the climax subsided as quickly as it had arrived. The grip on her head loosened and she was able to pull back an inch or two. She could feel the male quivering weakly, his body shaking with aftershocks of pleasure, seemingly drained of strength by the sheer intensity of his orgasm. For a second or two he tottered, before falling back onto his rear. "GLURK!" The sudden movement pulled the thick shaft from the rabbit's throat and her eyes went wide in surprise as she felt it slip smoothly out of her muzzle, flicking upwards and leaving a thin streak of male seed on the tip of her nose as it did so. She too almost feel back, body twitching at the sudden feel of emptiness as she panted surprisingly hard, the taste of salt still dancing on her tongue. * * * * * * * * * * * * "Oh boy... that was intense..." Dave was exhausted, yet somehow filled with a strange, twitchy energy. If it weren't for the tree trunk he was leaning against he would have simply flopped flat on his back, limp. His breath came in ragged pants and his clothes were soaked with sweat. So that was what it felt like to be with another... No wonder all the other guys were always bragging about their conquests. Though of course [i]he[/i] wouldn't be saying anything to anyone about his little outing to anyone. It took a minute or two for him to recover enough to recall exactly [i]who[/i] it was he'd just been with, or more specifically her species, and for him to jolt bolt upright with concern, worried that he might have hurt his partner when he'd lost control. He was [i]very[/i] relieved to see the rabbit still there, delicately grooming herself with a paw as if nothing much had happened at all. He was nothing if not impressed, for her first time it was amazing she'd been able to take it. * * * * * * * * * * * * By then Buttercup had almost entirely calmed down and had begun the process of carefully straightening her tousled fur, licking and patting it back into place. At the same time she kept an eye on her partner as he lay seemingly exhausted in front of her. More specifically her gaze returned again and again to the rod between his legs; despite his exhaustion it remained as stiff and hard as ever, showing not the slightest inclination to droop. She also noted that it was completely clean bar the tiniest mess at the tip, which was still leaking slightly. She was oddly proud that her throat and tongue had managed to avoid spilling even the slightest drop during their exertions. Despite that she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he wasn't yet satisfied. Her own need still burned intensely; as fun as tasting the larger male had been it had done little to quench the fires that were rising in her own loins. If her partner was willing [i]and[/i] able to continue then she was very much ready to accept him. After all; why should [i]her[/i] needs not be seen to? However her train of thought was derailed slightly when her sensitive ears picked up a rustle from the hedges nearby. "Oh? Now how long have [i]you[/i] been there? Enjoying the show?" * * * * * * * * * * * * The young squirrel startled as he realized he was not as alone as he'd suspected. To his surprise a nearby rustling revealed that a rather large, rusty-brown fox had been sitting in a nearby hedgerow, watching him. How long had it been there? Had it just stopped by now, drawn by all the noise and commotion? Or had it been watching the whole affair? Not for the first time that morning he froze with his pants around his knees, unsure of what to do. The clearing was eerily quiet, save for distant birdsong, as the trio sat there; fox, rabbit and squirrel. The doe was looking at the new interloper as well, but then simply twitched her ears and turned her back on it. Strange, was the predator not a threat to her? That question was answered as soon as it was raised as the vulpine stepped forward, yawned slowly, and padded across the clearing to sit in a patch of dappled sunlight, stretching out in its warmth. All the while it watched the strange duo under the tree; not with any sort of intensity, hunger or fear, but rather with mild curiosity, as if waiting to see what would happen next. As it happened neither the fox, nor the brushtail, would have to wait long. * * * * * * * * * * * * Buttercup couldn't help but smile at seeing her mate of all people arriving on the scene. She'd been far too wrapped up in her 'fun' to notice his arrival but it was more a pleasant surprise than anything. He was, after all, the one who had helped her push her own physical limits in regards to larger males; allowing her to deal with the anthro with ease. And she knew him well enough to know he rather liked to see her put on a show for him, even if she didn't get many chances to do so. It was hard to find another buck who would trifle with a doe who smelled like an apex predator. Few people could read his expression, but the doe could. She saw the subtle smirk on it, the cockiness of a raised eyebrow. She was being challenged, she knew. Her mate wanted to see what she was capable of now that [i]she[/i] was aroused; how she'd handle herself. And, as always, there was an air of expected defiance. Without words he was telling her she would fail and egging her on to do something dramatic. So she turned her back on him, as if ignoring his burning stare, and pretended not to notice him at all. But of course, now that he was here, she had no [i]choice[/i] but to impress him, especially since she was almost certain that her fellow performer would be equally eager for an encore. And that would be easy enough; she merely had to catch his attention. Facing away from the squirrel, she crouched down low to the ground, raising her hindquarters high in the air and lifting her tail. * * * * * * * * * * * * David couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. Even after everything he'd just been through, everything he'd just done. Even after receiving a blowjob from a bunny, he was still surprised to see her flagging her tail at him, as if inviting him to mount her. It took him a minute or two to confirm that it was actually happening, and even longer to assure himself of the invitation. She was almost side-on to him, so that he could get a nice view of her entire right flank. She was looking over her shoulder in his direction, with what could only be described as a wry smile on her face. No, there was no doubt at all she knew what she was doing. And after her recent performance the brushtail was [i]sure[/i] that she could take whatever he had to hand out. As for her other end... This was raised high in the air, her tail topping the ensemble. It pointed straight up, its pale tan underside sitting right above two inviting looking holes. The tight pucker of a tailhole was framed in the pale fur, barely visible unless you knew where to look. By contrast the rabbit's slit was a pair of soft curves with a soft, pink and very wet opening between them. She was both ready and eager, hindquarters swaying slowly back and forth in a way that hypnotized the young squirrel, his mouth hanging open in surprise and lust as he felt a stirring in his loins. He'd hardly noticed that his erection hadn't subsided a bit after climax. He was still as hard -and apparently as ready- as he'd ever been. Looking down between his legs he could see himself twitching eagerly, still leaking the last of his emission from earlier. The rabbit was watching him -or that part of him- too. There was a moment of silent understanding between the pair before David made his move. Of course, doing this... doing [i]her[/i] would require the right position. He carefully got up, shuffling about until he was on hands and knees, crawling into position behind the bunny. The doe was sizable for a rabbit, evidently mature and well proportioned. He raised a hand to her hindquarters and stroked it down the curve of her back. He'd petted her earlier, but hadn't really been focusing too much on the act; the mere sensation of being able to touch a wild animal had been enough at the time. But now he could see how amply built she was, well fed and with a healthy, silky coat. She was all softness and curves and he spent a moment simply running his fingers through her fur and feeling the yielding firmness of her haunches. It would be foolish to call her ample, but she was nonetheless as impressive in this area as she was in others. * * * * * * * * * * * * The rabbit couldn't help but smile to herself as she felt her rear being softly caressed, as if the brushtail was in awe of her. And perhaps he was; this was a situation neither had been in before. Still it felt rather nice to get the attention, the firm but gentle strokes over her fur feeling oddly endearing. After all, he was doing little more than exploring her body, as she had his. And it wasn't long at all before she felt the deft hand begin to wander, its pets and strokes moving further down her back, occasionally cupping the curves of her hindquarters or brushing over her tail. Indeed, soon enough the thin, probing fingers were brushing between her legs and the pale fur that lay there; testing the waters, carefully judging her response. She affirmed her intentions by pushing back into the warm grasp, rubbing herself against the bare palms. As if this were silent permission she felt the tickling digits begin to rub and poke at her tight slit, softly stroking the fur either side of it and spreading her pink inside for inspection. Buttercup felt herself shiver, a chill running up her spine as the anthro did something that none of her other partners had ever had the dexterity to do. She could only wait eagerly for what else was to come. * * * * * * * * * * * * David was breathing heavily, his heart in his chest as if he'd just finished running a marathon, despite just sitting there. The rabbit was spread between his fingers and he could see inside her; a tight and wet looking tunnel, slick with arousal and deliciously deep. Her slit flushed a bright, inviting pink within and was almost dripping with need. With his throat going dry at the sight he carefully slipped a finger inside, up to his first knuckle. "Nk!" There was a jerk from the rabbit, her body twitching slightly at the audacity and suddenness of his action. He felt her tight slit suddenly squeeze around his probing digit like a velvet vice and a thin streak of warm fluid squirted neatly onto his palm. But she held her ground, not giving a single inch. At this point part of the brushtail wasn't surprised. She'd taken everything else after all. But he was mostly wrapped up in exploring this strange new sensation and activity, slowly wriggling his finger in deeper, amazed that he hadn't bottomed out at the second, or even third knuckle. Soon his entire ring finger was inside her and all she was doing was breathing heavily! "Mmmmmm, yeah..." He murred at the feel of her incredible internal warmth while another one of his fingers began rubbing softly at the bunny's other burrow. He heard a soft gasp escape the doe's lips as he teased at her pucker while remaining deep inside her hot little slit. He was feeling strangely emboldened by the way his partner was so expertly handling him. The blowjob had been touch-and-go, with concern he might hurt her, but now he found a rising confidence that led to him whispering things to her. "Yeah, you like that huh? That cute little body needs to be played with, doesn't it?" Whether or not she understood them didn't matter; he tugged down firmly with his pinkie lightly stretching the lapine tailhole and forcing another moan, this one a bit louder. He bit his lip in excitement, trying to stifle his own desire to purr with pleasure. His shaft pulsed hard as he felt the doe push back on his finger, a fresh stream of pre dripping onto the grass, she had him leaking so much with her actions. Curious just how far she could be pushed he ventured a second finger towards her slit, feeling some actually tightness for once as he probed at it, her hot juices quickly slicking him up. It was harder going than at first, but still something the rabbit seemed easily able to handle, even though she was squirming and emitting a series of soft squeaks as he slowly worked a second digit deeper inside her. To his surprise he could actually feel his fingers through the rabbit's wall, his pinkie buried deep in her rear able to rub against his ring finger and elicit a shivering, panting moan from his partner as he did so. "You like that huh?" Just what she'd been doing to be able to handle this he couldn't tell, though the fox had given him an idea. Still, the bunny was quickly (and finally) more aroused than he was, wriggling and pushing back towards his palm, spearing herself on his fingers as her inner walls gripped and caressed them, waves of tension and pleasure scintillating down her love tunnel. "Alight... I think that's enough. Time to try for the main event..." With a swift movement he withdrew, earning a gasp from the doe. For a few seconds her hole quivered, gaping, unused to the suddenness of being so quickly emptied. He smiled as he watched them slowly twitch shut, flushed pink and wet with excitement. All that remained now was to get into a better position, something more easily said than done. * * * * * * * * * * * * Buttercup panted, her vision blurry and her body on fire. It had been bad enough pleasuring the larger male; his mere presence, heat and scent had driven her wild. But [i]then[/i] he had started... well she had no [i]word[/i] for what he'd been doing, inserting his digits into her like that. It wasn't something creatures like her could [b]do.[/b] But the contact under her tail, deep within her nether passages, had been aggravatingly arousing; a teasing, twitching, flexing pleasure in two holes at once. She'd barely been able to stand up, loosing some embarrassingly high-pitched squeaks and gasps as her whole body had shivered. She'd almost whined when the sudden intrusions were withdrawn, leaving her overheated and tingling for more. But her partner had something else in mind and was already moving clumsily into place. He'd pulled himself onto all fours, right above her and was trying to crouch down. This at least was familiar; the standard mating position known by all does. However, given the difference in size between the two, even she did not know if her partner could find a comfortable position in which to lie. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her mate still watching; curled up with his nose under his tail but still keeping a watchful eye on the pair. He was more than twice the rabbit's height himself and it took a little... effort for them to come together. The anthro was far larger than that, how would [i]he[/i] manage? "Alright... careful..." Better than expected in fact. The larger male could lower himself quite significantly by pushing his legs out behind him. Though still propped up on his elbows his hind half was soon lying nearly flat on the ground. This pressed his twitching member onto the rabbit's back, angled up over the curve of her hindquarters. All she needed to do was shuffle forward a few inches and she could feel it slowly slipping lower until it flicked down under her tail. Soon the squirrel's hips began to push forward slightly, his tip poking and prodding about in the soft fur of her underside. Each poke left a little damp and sticky patch, and elicited a grunt of tickled pleasure from the larger male. He was prodding about blindly though, and the lapine knew how awkward it had been when her own mate had first tried this. She decided to help as much as she could by wriggling her tush beneath him, lining herself up with his thick length. This actually proved rather successful and it wasn't long before she could feel his tip kissing against her spread and sensitive lips, nudging clumsily at her slit, insistently seeking entrance. "Nnnf! Big boy aren't we...?" His shaft was far thicker than his fingers had been, far blunter than other males she'd serviced and thus that much more tricky to accommodate. She could feel herself being spread wide by it even as her juices slicked its tip. Each movement made her shudder and shiver with excitement as electric feelings danced along her spine. Only the first inch or two was in her but it still felt absolutely [i]amazing;[/i] so much maleness so close to impaling her. All she could do was grit her teeth and dig her claws into the grass to avoid simply being shoved forward by her more massive partner. * * * * * * * * * * * * David winced as he struggled to stop his hips instinctively thrusting forward. The sheer, crushing, [i]blissful[/i] tightness that gripped the head of his cock like a silken vice was almost unbearable. The bunny's throat had been amazing enough, but this was a whole different experience. It was at once both tighter and yet more accommodating than the rabbit's other end had been; resisting every single encroaching inch of him while at the same time slowly but surely stretching to somehow easily handle his girth. Once he'd found his target it had become a matter of simply grinding her down; short, sharp thrusts that slowly worked him deeper and deeper inside the lapine pussy bit-by-bit. He had to restrain himself from doing anything to sudden or brash; there was no way this wasn't the doe's first time taking something like this and she needed time to get used to him. Still she was managing admirably, showing not the slightest hint of fear, or more importantly pain, as he continued to fill her further and deeper. Each thrust put him immeasurably deeper inside her, stretched her just a tiny bit wider, made the next push just that little bit easier. Still it was a monumental task, for him and her both. Her legs splayed, kicking to the side now and then, unable to keep her upright as he continued to press forward. At times the only thing holding her rear in place was his dick inside her hot tunnel, even as she struggled to remain upright against he flood of new sensations filling her. Dave shut his eyes and groaned in pleasure; though barely a third of his dick was buried inside this delightful doe it felt so very much more [i]intense[/i] than that. He couldn't imagine what it'd be like when he finally filled her out, but he wouldn't have to. That would be reality soon enough. * * * * * * * * * * * * Buttercup was making very little noise at this point, all her focus going to trying to keep her breathing steady evens as a firework of pleasure burst between her legs. She'd never been filled or stretched quite like this, the thick, bulbous length continuing to force itself deeper into her form with every stroke. She could feel her body rearranging itself around the intruding maleness, making room for it, stretching and shifting. A steady pressure on her bladder made her thankful that she'd gone earlier, but even then she couldn't tell if the wetness between her legs wasn't more than just simple arousal. The thrusting was controlling her breathing, forcing air out of her lungs with a *huff* at each apex and forcing her to breathe in only when her partner withdrew. And yet [i]still[/i] he pressed onwards, [b]still[/b] there was more of his impossibly thick length to be rammed into her. [b][i]Still[/i][/b] her body was somehow able to accommodate him. Was her fox this large? He had to be, she'd seen both males ad had ot their measure. But possibly not as thick or blunt, at least excluding his knot. It felt like she was being knotted now, the bulge in her gut slamming forward into her slick depths. She could look under herself and see her stomach bulging with the thickness of the intruding length, a softly furred swell the grew and shrank as the buck continued to thrust. "Nnnnffkkk!" And then suddenly there was a sensation that made her gasp. Her partner had reached something, [i]hit[/i] something, some sort of obstruction deep within her. Yes, she could feel it alright; she had no more left to give. The squirrel's tip was slamming against the entrance to her womb, so very, very far inside her. She could feel a sharp, almost electric shock each time the head of his cock rammed home, as deep as it could go. Thankfully the larger male seemed to recognize this and didn't test her body any further. Instead, after a brief pause, he began to thrust at a slow and steady pace, taking time to pull almost completely out of her before diving back in. The rabbit shuddered with pleasure and began to push back into his thrusts; shutting her eyes and with a grin that covered her entire face. * * * * * * * * * * * * He'd bottomed out, he could feel that now. There was some sort of block, a tension he couldn't overcome, and he knew somehow that this was as far as he could go. Unlike before, he hadn't been able to hilt into his partner; a few throbbing inches remained outside her caressing depths. The only way to go further would be to break something, so he didn't. Instead he tried to focus on the freedom he had, slowly pulling all the way back until only his very tip was inside that delightful tunnel, then slamming forward as rapidly as he could manage. Each time, his shaft slipped seamlessly inside the well lubricated slit. The sensation was like slipping into a silken cocksleeve; every inch of his meat being softly squeezed and caressed as tight rings of muscle gripped him, encouraging him to go deeper and faster. The pleasure danced over his cock, sensitive skin tingling with the insane heat and softness that enveloped him. He couldn't help but build his pace, aware that even for his second time he'd not last long. Still, many, [i]many[/i] minutes passed; all in that blissful, dreamlike state. They could have been mere moments, he was so lost in pleasure. The only way he could tell the passage of time was that his pace had built noticeably, his body shifting positions several times to allow him to thrust and penetrate his partner ever more quickly. His whole body and remaining clothing was coated with sweat, burning with exertion as he forced himself again and again into that beautifully tight hole. Grunting with pleasure at the apex of each thrust his eyes were screwed shut, blocking out everything that didn't relate to the tight furry warmth beneath him. He could hear her moans and squeaks, scent her arousal and feel... oh the things he could [i]feel[/i] caressing and stroking and teasing and rubbing his cock. His heavy orbs were pulling up tight beneath him, churning and boiling with a fresh supply of fertile seed just waiting to burst forth. It would all be over soon. * * * * * * * * * * * * "GGG-GUH! NNGH! HAAAH!" The thrusts were unbearable; fast, brutal and deep. And amazing. Each one made her entire body shake, [b]slammed[/b] her forward with enough force to leave deep gouges in the grass where her paws had scraped and scratched through the dirt. She couldn't focus, she couldn't breathe, she most certainly couldn't maintain the slightest ounce of resistance as her entire body was assaulted by the larger male. Her eyes were crossed, her voice lost to words and reduced to moans interspersed with ragged gasps of pleasure. Her face was almost buried in the grass as her forequarters were forced down and her hindquarters up, putting her pussy at a better height to be pounded by the thick maleness spreading her. She was drooling, tongue hanging out, as her other end leaked also; sexual fluids dripping and squirting from her abused slit and puddling on the ground as her body lubricated the massive length of meat pumping in and out of her at remarkable speeds. She had made love before, and she had [i]fucked.[/i] And this she knew for certain was a [i]breeding;[/i] a male focused on nothing more the cumming and climaxing and claiming. There was no way to slow things down or take control; all she could do was hang on for the brief minutes it would take for them both to be bought to the peak of pleasure. The world became a blur as her whole body shook, the pace becoming ever more frenetic and vicious. Her own voice echoed in her ears, begging and gasping and screaming, paired with that of the male above her, grunting and growling in that deeper voice of his. What little part of the rabbit's mind that wasn't drowning in the waves of an ocean of pleasure slowly kept track of the rising heat, anticipating the final climax that was mere moments away. "NNNNGGGH! Yes! Yes! OH YES!" The world flipped as both she and her partner came. * * * * * * * * * * * * Dave fell back as his orgasm struck him like a bolt of lightning. It was as if he'd been kicked; being knocked backwards from crouching over the rabbit as his back arched. Instinctively he gripped at the doe, holding her to him as he fell against the tree behind him in a near sitting position. Her legs kicked out at the air at the suddenness of both the peak and his sudden shift in position. Fingers pressing into her velvet fur the brushtail [i]slammed[/i] the twitching bunny down on his cock, feeling it spasm and throb within her as what felt like a [i]flood[/i] of seed raced up it, pouring from his tip in a thick torrent. His partner squeaked as it entered her, filling her up in a burst that seemed to have no end. He continued to hold her down, moaning with each release as his cock pumped rope after rope of thick hot seed into her again and again and [i]again.[/i] He could feel her body milking him, clenching down on his shaft and squeezing it rhythmically, ripples from base to tip as each burst was seemingly pulled from his churning balls. He gasped and panted and grunted with the effort and he continued to empty himself into her. * * * * * * * * * * * * Buttercup was on fire. Burst after burst of scalding hot seed was pouring into her; straight into her womb as the thick, twitching cock buried within her throbbed and spat rope after rope of jizz into her welcoming body. She was being gripped tightly enough to make her squeak, rammed down on the massive cock and being held against a heaving, panting chest. Though overcome with a haze of pleasure she could still marvel that the thick, voluminous load inside her wasn't simply spurting out of her tight tunnel; she was managing to contain every drop as her partner's climax went on and on without end. It abated only slowly, the powerful spurts gradually weakening into a warm trickle of seed that, after many minutes, faded to nothing. The pair finally lay exhausted, the rabbit propped up in a sitting position balanced atop the squirrel's thick shaft, able to look down at her now swollen stomach and feel it squish when she experimentally sank a paw into it. The tight plugging of her tunnel prevented even the slightest amount of leakage and for a while she simply lay there against the hot, furless chest, panting heavily in the bloom of afterglow, trying to recover from the incredible but punishing ordeal she's just experienced. Some time later, so very, very much later she felt her partner begin to soften within her. Her body began to slump forward like a ragdoll as the proud shaft began to shrink and bend under her weight. With an almost inaudible gasp she finally slipped off of it, her well lubed slit letting the length slip effortlessly out of her, flicking up under her tail and painting it with one last parting spurt of jizz. * * * * * * * * * * * * David felt the rabbit slip off his softening cock and fall heavily onto the grass between his legs, tumbling until she lay on her back as if presenting herself to him. He briefly looked her over, slightly concerned that she might be hurt, but her chest rose and fell rhythmically with calm breathing. More interesting was her gaping slit, yet to close after being so recently vacated. He would have expected her to start leaking, given the volume of seed he knew he'd pumped into her. But it had evidently been far too deep and would remain within her for some time. Still... A mischievous thought flitted into his mind. He had just enough energy to sit up. His hand groped about on the grass until he found what he was looking for; two of the undersized carrots he'd bought along as food for whatever might stop by. While not the [i]exact[/i] shape he wanted the thick, blunt roots would most definitely suffice for what he had in mind. Looking over the limp bunny he carefully aligned one with her sopping wet tunnel. The doe jerked weakly as the orange root made contact, but gave no further resistance as he slowly and gently slipped it into place; pressing it in until only the very tip of the vegetable was visible, the rest snugly tucked within the bunny's stretched hole. "A perfect fit... And now for the other one..." The second carrot had to be lubricated, an easy feat given the puddle of sexual fluids still soaking into the nearby grass. Once it was slick enough for his liking he pressed its blunt base against the rabbit's tight pucker, watching it weakly twitch in response. Slow, gentle pressure allowed him to carefully push it in, grinning as he felt it *pop* inside past the first resisting ring of muscle. He wriggled it slowly back and forth, earning a series of soft gasps and twitches from the prone rabbit as inch after inch slipped inside. "Theeeere we go. Snug and plugged. A little parting gift." And it did indeed have to be a [i]parting[/i] gift. All said and done the entire affair had taken several hours and the sun was heading towards the peak of noon now. He had other chores to do and places to be and couldn't afford to wait around much longer than he had already. Still it was with extreme reluctance that he pulled himself to his feet, almost tripping with his pants around his ankles as he pulled them up. The lapine was still completely blissed out, what could only be described as a smile on her face as he stared up at him, tongue hanging out slightly like an overheated dog. As he stepped awkwardly away from the surreal scene, still barely able to believe what he'd just accomplished, he heard the padding of heavy paws. The fox walked by him as if it were nothing at all, merely giving him a quick upward glance as if just barely acknowledging him on his way towards the exhausted rabbit. A few feet away he sat and watched, the pair seemingly quite calm and used to each other's company. He left them, hunter and prey and made his way out of the hedge maze to clean himself up. No sooner had the animals left his sight than it seemed as if the whole thing was just a dream; only his exhaustion and the lingering scent of wet fur served to remind him of the reality of what had just happened. And of course, he'd certainly be back tomorrow. * * * * * * * * * * * * "Don't look at me like that. You could stand to learn a thing or two from him you know." The rabbit fought not to blush as she stared up at her mate, who was blocking the sun. His shadow fell over her, rather annoyingly blotting out the soft warmth that had been drying her sweat-soaked coat. The scent of squirrel was all over her now and she was utterly spent, on her back and stuffed with two carrots. It was an embarrassing, exhilarating situation to be in and as her gaze slowly traversed the rusty canine, discovering a thick, knotted length exactly where she knew it would be, she could tell that she wasn't the only one who had found the experience arousing. "After some fun too huh? Very well; IF you can get access THEN you can take me, but don't expect me to help out until you've [i]earned[/i] it." The fox said nothing, but he never [i]was[/i] very talkative, he much preferred actions over words. Instead his broad, wide muzzle dipped down between her legs, nipping and nibbling at the carrot top there. He lacked the dexterity of rabbit or the fiddly fingers of the two-legs and so the roots would prove [i]extremely[/i] hard to dislodge, but he was motivated and Buttercup knew well how talented his tongue could be. The fun had only just started and the day was young. And of course, there was always tomorrow...