[b]Persuasion[/b]


"Chaff" patrolled the tunnels, ever watchful for anything that might disrupt the new rising order of Redstone warren. It had been some time since he and "Wheatgrass" had arrived and, via stealth, taken over. But some still resisted, boldly or not, and it was important that order be maintained. And something [i]was[/i] off, he could feel it in the air, smell it. His heart quickened and he began to race forward. Someone was in need of discipline and if there was one thing he liked, it was providing discipline.

His real name was Vervain, but he had been informed on no uncertain terms that he couldn't risk using it here. Possibly soon, now that Woundwort had been declared chief rabbit, but not quite yet. He turned a final corner and smiled at the sight before him. One of the warren was standing there, talking to a squirrel. Bracken, if his memory served him correctly. He'd spoken of knowing a squirrel before, which was forbidden under warren rules. Vervain smiled deviously, he would be rewarded for this.

"No outsiders Bracken! You were told!"


The rabbit nearly fell over himself in shock, mouth agape, unable to speak. The squirrel likewise whirled about, so fast his tail stirred up dust as it whizzed by. Both had been caught red-pawed and they knew it. Vervain grinned sadistically as the young buck haphazardly dashed off in panic. He could run, certainly but it wouldn't save him. He turned to leave and inform the general of his discovery.

"Wait!"


It was the squirrel.

Before he could respond the rodent had dashed to his side, clutching at him in a pleading manner. The rabbit was slightly taken aback; he hadn't even seen it move, there had just been a blur of brown and there it was, hanging around his waist, having pounced more like a weasel than anything. He tried desperately to shake it off, kicking a leg out wildly, but the squirrel was determined and clung on., wrapping neatly around him so he fell over backwards in a tangle of fur and fluffy tail. Supine, he cursed under his breath, someone was really going to pay for this.

"Maybe we can work things out?"


Vervain snorted in the most dismissive manner he knew how, 'work things out'? What were they expecting? To be able to bribe him with acorns? But his reply was cut short as the squirrel pressed against him in a suggestive manner, brown eyes looking up at him almost seductively, giving him a knowing wink.

He froze, body growing tense. To most rabbits the situation would be ridiculous, requiring little more than a quick cuffing about the ears to inform the interloper of just how badly their strategy had fallen flat. But Vervain wasn't most rabbits. It was a much suspected but little known fact that he had not, in his entire life, been with a doe. (Or buck for that matter.) Other rabbits tended to avoid him, especially given his ties to the general. Even here he was treated with anything from dsdain to loathing. And he had been around for a long, long time, certainly longer than many rabbits lived. This made him considerably more susceptible to what was on offer.

His hesitation was all that was needed. Grinning mischievously the squirrel gave one vigorous, twisting jerk; disentangling themselves from the bunny, tail flicking about energetically. Vervain tried to get up, managing to prop himself partly up on his elbows, only to be smacked across the face by said tail, gaining a mouthful of fluff. Instinctively he bit at it, but to no effect.

He was about to demand the interloper get off him, or just yell as loudly as possible to get attention, when something completely derailed his train of thought. A warm muzzle pressed eagerly between his legs, nuzzling about rapidly. He could feel rapid hot breaths and the squirming of the smaller body grasping clumps of his fur for traction. There was no question of fighting back now, he was flat on his back, tangled up with a mad squirrel. ANy movements he made were at best useless and at worst seemed to actively encourage his assailant. Some last resisting part of his mind urged him to flail about, to try and buck the attached rodent off of him, but he had never been the strongest of bunnies and his efforts were in vain.

There was a sudden sensation of warmth and Vervain let out a muffled gasp as muzzle met sheath. His body, acting on instinct and long neglected need was already highly aroused and now began to buck awkwardly towards the pressing mouth. He was vaguely aware of rapidly becoming erect, the squirrel working him eagerly, drawing him out. The sensations overcame all rational thought; they were like nothing he had experienced before. Certainly he had... relieved the tension often enough, that was only to be expected, for any rabbit. But this... this was warm and inviting and eager and spurring him on.

He was building quickly, a distant thought was disappointed in this for some reason, but it was easily dismissed. The squirrel gripped him more tightly as his movements became more erratic, small arms wrapped around both legs pulling them together over the back of the squirrel's head, snout being pressed firmly into his crotch. He could feel his balls bumping softly against the squirrel's chin as his movements became more frenzied and his vision began to blur. Shutting his eyes tightly, the pleasure was too great even for him to call out, instead what escaped his mouth was a strangled gasp.

He came hard, his entire body shuddering as it released spurt after spurt of hot seed. The squirrel had been unprepared for the suddenness and volume, gagging as the first blast hit, the sticky mess squirting out around their muzzle and staining Vervain's fur. More followed, though these were handled better, the squirrel quickly adapting to the repeated spasms.

Too soon it was over, Vervain's entire body gave one last, weak buck before collapsing, exhausted and panting. The squirrel stayed still for a moment before briskly getting up, their muzzle slipping neatly off the rabbit cock with a wet slurping sound. When Vervain finally opened his eyes it was to see a smiling and slightly sticky squirrel staring down at him.

"So, it's all worked out, right?"

"Y-yes... worked out."

"Awesome! See ya again sometime!"


With that the squirrel dashed off along a tunnel, leaving the rabbit lying still, breathing heavily, almost unable to move. Eventually he was able to get shakily to his feet, his head still spinning and heart thumping. It had been quite the experience and his mind carefully took note of the 'See ya again'. He could still inform the general but...


* * *

It was some time later, after he'd cleaned himself up and had a short nap that he came across Bracken, skulking uncertainly about the main burrow. The young back started when he entered and kept a nervous eye on the captain as he approached.

"Well...? What are [i]you[/i] looking at?"

"Uh..."

"Be more discreet next time or I shall have to inform Wheatgrass of your transgressions."

"Oh. Uh, yes sir! Everything's ok sir?"

"Things were... worked out. Now get up top, you're on patrol."

"Yes sir! Thankyou sir! He really is alright, for a squirrel sir."


Vervain huffed. Perhaps. It didn't really matter, in the big scheme of things. One little squirrel wouldn't endanger the warren and he could always feign ignorance should anything be discovered. It wasn't worth his time or trouble he told himself. Besides which there was no way anyone would ever-

Wait a minute... "He"?


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