[b]Buck and Doe[/b]

It was late autumn, on the cusp of winter and the taste of snow was in the air. The sun had no warmth to it anymore; it illuminated but didn't heat and soon the world would be blanketed in white. While the more urban minded might be taking this time to put up Christmas lights, this was a place far from the towns where the cycle of seasons ruled the year rather than some number on a calendar. It was a land of sheep and cattle, sparrow and hawk, horses and dogs. In an oak tree almost totally barren of leaf Tassle the bushy-tailed brown squirrel sat, doing not much at all, having seen to the task of storing enough nuts for winter days before. Now he had time to simply observe the world, specifically, at this time, the two figures making their way ever further from the tree he lived in. One of them was a friend of his so this sight was mildly interesting.

A squirrel and rabbit, Skate and Hawkbit, walked across the downs on some indecipherable errand of their own. Or more accurately the rabbit walked, the squirrel was being half-led, half-dragged to some place or other at the insistence of the larger, gray, bunny buck; giving out muted protests as he tried to free his arm from the rabbit's unrelenting grip. But there was little he could do to avoid being marched slowly and surely towards a newly dug hole in the side of a hill not too far away from where both rodents knew the rabbit's warren lay. In itself this was only slightly unusual; the slate-colored buck had sought out the brown brushtail several times before, often to engage him in activities the nut-gatherer didn't entirely approve of, at least at first. What was weird now was simply that he was being dragged such a long distance without having his tail lifted.

"Look, could you... could you just tell me where we're going?"

"I did. New hole, right up ahead."

"But [i]why?![/i]"

"You'll see when you get there! It's called patience, fuzzbutt."


Still struggling and complaining they finally arrived at their intended destination. It was indeed a newly dug burrow that hadn't been there last week; the freshly excavated dirt still piled up at the entrance, blending in well with the autumn grass. Skate was suspicious; he had a feeling that if he ventured inside that hole someone would venture inside his, and neither would be leaving anytime soon. But again he had little choice in the matter as Hawkbit shoved him forward, almost making his paws leave grooves in the dirt as he struggled fruitlessly to avoid being pressed into the dark and looming space.

"So, whaddya think? Enough to last all winter if I say so myself. Took me all week to collect 'em. And don't talk to me about the digging; it's doe's work really, but for you I made an exception... and got Strawberry to chip this out. Should be plenty roomy for a squirrel, though a bit snug if you're gonna ave a bunny for company. Which isn't a bad thing, believe me..."


Skate stared in a mix of awe and confusion at the newly excavated burrow. It was filled, [i]filled[/i] with acorns. And walnuts. And carrots and even a few apples for some reason. Most astounding of all was the fact that the lapine had actually managed to find a peach somewhere, and get it to the hole without bruising it too severely. This late in harvest season such fruits were nearly impossible to find and the squirrel's mouth watered at the sight of it; it was difficult for the impatient buck not to break rank right that moment and take a nibble, there was nothing quite like the feeling of sticky sweet juice running down your chin on a cool autumn day.

It was almost impossible to beleive that the gray buck had managed to arrange all of it, to put in so much effort. There was certainly enough to keep a squirrel fat and happy over winter, and long into spring. He could have had guests if he wanted and still seen the snowmelt with leftovers. It was... impressive. Shockingly impressive. It was hard to believe that the bunny buck had gathered all of this just... for him. Suspicious even. Hawkbit was a prime ass and there was no way he was doing this purely out of the goodness of his heart. He wanted something.

"What's the catch?"

"Catch?"

"This isn't free is it? You're gonna want something BIG to cover all this effort. I'm not budging an inch further until I know what's up."

"Oh? Where to begin, where to begin...? [i]I'm[/i] up for one thing and [i]you're[/i] the catch. And you'll get something big soon enough... Long story short, stay here over winter. It's better than that crack in a tree trunk you live in now, no matter [i]what[/i] Tassle says. It's warm, dry and comfy and I even dragged in some straw from outside if you wanna curl up on something."


Aaah, that explained it. He could tell from the rabbit's tone that the payment that would be expected would be sexual. It always was; the big bunny had bucked him more times than he could remember, ever since he'd first run across the rabbit seasons earlier mere days after his entire warren had moved into the area. It had been, and still was, rather male dominated; which had forced the bucks there to get... inventive in regards to partners. In Hawkbit's case that had meant reaming Skate every chance he got, pumping so much genetic material into the brushtail that it was amazing his ears hadn't grown and his tail shrunk.

"Right, so I stay here all winter and you just happen to pop by and visit every day [i]all winter[/i] and I don't get to be able to walk straight until halfway through spring?"

"Oh that's happening no matter [i]where[/i] you are; if I have to visit your old squirrelhole so I can enjoy [i]my[/i] old squirrel hole then that's fine by me. But this would be more convenient for us both. Aside from all that, if you become my doe then we really should live a little closer together. Hazel wouldn't allow you in the warren proper of course, but this is the next best thing. And a lot more private, which has its advantages as you can imagine."

"Well I- wait what...?"


Skate frowned in confusion as tired to recall exactly what the rabbit had just said to him. The comment had been so offhand and carefree that he'd very nearly missed it. Hawkbit had called him -and made him play the part of- a doe many times, but there was something about how he'd worded it just then, as if it were far more serious than a mere mounting.

"Wait, when you say 'doe' you mean-"

"-Officially, as it were. And properly. Mates."

Skate blanched. "But I'm-"

"-Close enough. Campion and Strawberry manage it. And given what Pipkin's into, short ears and a long tail may as well make no difference. It's not like we haven't dallied before so why not?"

"Yeah but [i]mates...[/i]"


The gray buck stepped closer, backing the squirrel up against the wall of the burrow. He had dropped his usual trademark smirk and seemed somewhat serious for once, almost sombre. He put a heavy paw on the brown buck's shoulder, the weight of it almost making the squirrel bend double.

"Let's face it; our luck with does, yours and mine, is little better than our luck with foxes. On a good day we get out alive. When it comes down to it, for us the big question isn't 'Buck or doe?' but 'Yes or no?'."

"But why [i]me?[/i]"

"Well for one thing, of all the tail that I've had around here I've had yours most often. For another it's a damn fine one. Not, of course, as fine as mine, but close. And finally, no matter what I've done, no matter how hard or how long, you've always ended up begging for more."

"Hey now!"


Hawkbit leaned closer and Skate could feel the cold, rough wall of the tunnel pressing against his back. There was less than an inch separating the pair now as the bunny put another paw on the squirrel's other shoulder; holding him firmly in place and pulling him forward until their twitching noses were nearly touching. He swallowed nervously as he felt the temperature rise a few degrees in the enclosed, dimly lit space. He could hear his own heart beating in his chest, his own breathing, in lockstep with the lapine's. Both males were strangely nervous and excited, their gazes locked as the squirrelbuck found himself almost drowning in the rabbit's stare. When his voice was heard again it was but a whisper, full of arrogant confidence and sultry suggestion.

"Don't deny it, I've seen enough filth come outta that muzzle and enough go into it to know the truth. [b]You[/b] are a sultry, seductive squirrel slut. You always have been and always will be. You'd raise your tail to a mouse and probably have. Fucking you has shown me I love things I hadn't even imagined before I met you and I [i]know[/i] I've broadened your mind as much as your tailhole."


Hawkbit finished off his salacious statement by teasingly licking Skate on the nose, making the buck jump in shock his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at how the rabbit's dirty talk alone had caused a rising heat and uncomfortable stiffness between his legs. He wasn't the only one roused either, able to feel something hot and pointed jabbing softly against his stomach, prodding him insistently and bringing back distant (and not so distant) memories of the rigid length being buried deep in every hole he had. He posessed little resistance at the best of times and now, so close to the hulking, dominant male that he could smell the rising musk pouring off of him, [i]feel[/i] the heat of his body and the burning rod that stuck up proudly between them, encouraging his own length to emerge... he had to bite his tongue to keep his tail from instinctively rising behind him. The rabbit was right; he was a complete and total slut, especially for rabbits and most definitely for one specific rabbit in particular. But a slut wasn't a mate. His voice stuttering with nervousness and repressed need he tried once again to voice an objection.

"Y... yes.. but... I'm not sure... all of that requires... mates. I mean we've done lots of... lots of... stuff. Um. And we weren't mated..."


Hawkbit nodded, his paws gripping the brushtail tightly and digging into his fur, leaving the squirrel completely immobile. He could barely struggle in place, and was rapidly finding he didn't want to even do that. The two males were pressed close now, bodies held together. This only amplified the sensitivity of their two growing members, now sandwiched neatly between two soft and fuzzy undersides. The rabbit grinned, his old bravado returning as he looked vaguely skywards, as if lost in reminiscence.

"True, very true. Which is why I can [i]assure[/i] you that, whatever happens here and now, whatever you say, you can be completely and absolutely sure of this..."

The buck pressed even closer somehow, whispering into the squirrel's ear, lapine whiskers tickling.

"I WILL use you. I will fuck you and breed you and dirty you. I want to do everything we've already done twice over and then some; to mount you and mate you and fill you again and again. The very [i]second[/i] after we finish talking here I will have you under me and I'll make damn sure you don't see the light of day till the leaves have finished falling from the trees. I don't care who else you lift your tail for, I'll even share you with them if they like, see just how many cocks those slutty little holes of yours can take at once. Whatever you might be in future, right now you [b]are[/b] my fucktoy and I will [i]use[/i] you like one when I like, where I like, how I like, for as long as I like."

"Th-th-then why..."


It was nearly impossible for the squirrel to concentrate; the larger male was grinding up against him, his thick and throbbing length at full mast and leaving thin, hot streaks of pre in the buck's stomachfur. It was also stroking against his own, now fully-hard, tool and he had to desperately resist the urge to reach a paw down and make the very intentional frotting going on that much more personal. Weakly his paws scrabbled against the gripping rabbit, utterly failing to push him away so much as a hair's breadth.

"Because... there are other things I want to do to you. Do [i]with[/i] you. I want to make you beg for me till your voice grows hoarse. I want to wake up with you riding my dick and wake [i]you[/i] up by lifting that cute tail and ramming your pretty pink rosebud. I want to find your limits and then find out how to surpass them, to fuck you in ways no squirrel in history has ever experienced. I want to know, [i]know[/i] that whenever I want, I can come to this snug little burrow and find a willing bitch to breed on cold winter days. I want to take you again and again until one day blurs into another and time loses all meaning. So when I finally pull back and leave you a puddle of sticky, dirty fur on the ground, when I struggle to stand having spent every last ounce of energy inside you...  having bred you so [i]hard[/i] neither of us can speak and I can barely move... that after all that it still won't be enough for either of us. There aren't even [i]words[/i] for some of the things I want to do to you squirrel, I haven't thought most of them up yet. All I know is that whatever they are, I want you there when I discover them with your body. But you know what squirrel? You know the one thing that stops me from just throwing you down on that dirty floor and trying them all out right this very moment..?"


The whole world seemed to have gone dark for Skate; all he could see was the rabbit's face, his eyes boring into him, pinning him to the wall with the sheer force of their gaze alone. He wasn't sure if he was even daring to breathe anymore, so utterly transfixed was he by the lapine's words and the hot, salacious images they conjured deep in his mind. He was barely able to hear himself respond, his throat dry and his voice as inconsequential as a whisper on the wind.

"Wh-what...?"

"I [i]can't[/i] do any of those things, not alone, not really. I can and will, use you every way I can imagine. I could do so until the seasons run out and yet there are things I cannot make you do, things I cannot take from you. Things I must ask for and be given. For that I don't need a slut or a bitch or a plaything. What I [i]need[/i] is a mate. A doe, proper and right. I can make you claim to be one, I can make you beg for me to make you one, all fine and fun words. But only you can accept that role. I've taken that tight ass of yours more times than I can remember but I can only truly have [i]you[/i] when you give yourself to me, understand?"


Skate tried hard to process what he was hearing, what was being proposed, fighting the blush rising on his cheeks as the lapine paw that had been gripping his shoulder began to inch upwards, reaching around the back of his neck. Before he was even aware of what was going on, Hawkbit had gripped the back of his head and pulled him forward that final fraction of an inch, their muzzles meeting as the rabbit forcefully kissed him. He felt his eyes instinctively close as they nuzzled together, the bunny's tongue pressing into his mouth, exploring it, wrestling with his own and dominating it. All he could do was moan quietly as it entered him, almost caressing his own as the two males stayed locked together for long, hot minutes. Skate could feel the larger buck's paws roving over his body, stroking through his fur and pulling him into a tight embrace. He found his own similarly wandering gripping tightly to the rabbit's surprisingly large and muscular form, his body seeming to melt against it and go limp. Finally, after a time neither were in a position to measure, they pulled apart, panting. A thin string of saliva linked their two pabting tongues as they stared each other down, both slightly dazed. Again it was Hawkbit who spoke first.

"[i]Please[/i] say yes, I'm only asking this once. Then we [i]will[/i] be buck and doe, so very much so. I will fulfill my role when and how I please and you will give your body to pleasure me. You will be a doe in every way possible, that will be your place and every day I will make sure you [i]feel[/i] it. This won't be different from what we have now, it will be [b]more.[/b] Together we will see just how long and hard and [i]deep[/i] our lusts can grow. Just [i]think[/i] of what we could do together squirrel, not just pounding away like kits in heat but striving to go as far as possible."

He snickered, finding some humor even in such a tense moment his trademark overconfidence never far from the surface.

"So... be my doe, yes or no?"


Skate panted heavily, desperately trying to catch his breath but at the same time trying to delay his answer. What little of his rational mind has survived the rabbit's sultry onslaught was fighting a tide of hormones, pheromones and raw feral lust like a tree trying to hold its ground in a flash flood. If he didn't make a decision soon his body would decide for him, he knew. This was something he had to answer for himself, right at that single moment in time. It could change everything if he accepted, it would certainly make the winter months a whole [i]lot[/i] more interesting. Yet his tongue wouldn't move, still tingling from the earlier contact, his throat dry. Eventually, moving as if his body were made of molten lead, he managed a weak nod, the merest dip of his head. It wasn't much, it almost couldn't have been less, but it was enough for the rabbit to understand.

"Yes..? Good."


Hawkbit's face slowly transformed as he processed the assent. His eyes began to gleam with a dark mischief and a grin spread across his face. It wasn't just his usual cocky smirk but something filled with far more emotion. He beamed like a dark star, his entire body quivering with barely repressed excitement, his breaths shallow and rapid He released the squirrel from his grasp and Skate fell to the floor, having forgotten to stand, as the buck stepped back, proudly looking him up and down. Admiring his newly acquired prize with a hungry look.

"Al.. alright then doe... [b]my[/b] doe. We both know why you're here, and what you need to do to cement our pairing. We need to mate, properly mate and [i]mean[/i] it. You know your place in this and your role. And I [i]know[/i] you know your position, so take it."


Hawkbit huffed, his ears and fur standing on end, his nose twitching as much as his cock which stood achingly erect between his legs. His left foot stomped impatiently on the ground as he stood on his hind legs, eyes fixed unblinkingly on his mate. Wordlessly Skate picked himself up, scrambling onto all fours and scurrying forwards to find a open space in the center of the tunnel. Behind him Hawkbit adopted a similar stance, falling heavily to his feet right behind the brushtail. This was a dance as old as sex itself, the steps drawn by pure feral instinct. Both rodents were mere participants, guiding themselves along to their inevitable destination like fish swimming in a current.

"That's it... head down and tail up now..."


Obediently Skate crouched low to the ground his body in the grip of forces far too powerful for one mere squirrel to deny. He felt his tail raise, almost by itself, as it curled neatly over his back; the bushy end of it brushing over the back of his neck, leaving him completely exposed and presenting to his buck. He could hear the soft footfalls of the rabbit behind him as he approached, before a blunt gray muzzle nuzzled in under his tail, taking deep, slow breaths; warm exhales ruffling his fur and making his heart skip a beat each time. Hawkbit scented him, sampling his musk, his twitching whiskers tickling the doe's sensitive skin.

The bunny buck pressed closer, gently nudging the squirrel forward as a rough, wet tongue lapped over his tight and twitching hole, tasting the salt of sweat there. It brushed lightly over the crouching doe's target in tight circles, spiraling in to the center before it pushed insistently on the tight ring; finding its way inwards as the squirrel was expertly rimmed. Two strong gray paws grabbed Skate's hind legs and held him in place as the larger male pushed forward, going deeper as he tongue-fucked his gasping partner, slowly stretching him wider and lubing his snug passage, grinning and snickering as he hit every sensitive spot. Once he was satisfied that his intended hole had been adequately prepared he pulled back, grinning as he felt the quivering pucker grip needily at his tongue. As a final, if temporary, farewell he gave the puffy pink bud a soft, teasing kiss; pulling back and addressing the brushtail.

"You know, my hot and horny little doe, I don't understand how it's possible, but I could swear you bear the soft scent of spring heat. Oh well... I've kept us both waiting long enough. Time for the main event, don't you think?"


Without waiting for a response the rabbit reared up, pushing himself forward as he did so. He landed heavily atop the squirrel, almost pressing him into the ground as his full weight bore down reassuringly on the smaller male. Skate grunted and bore it, pushing up as he felt a pointed and slick tip prodding around his rear entrance. He felt his breath catch in his throat as it jabbed incessantly at his pucker, the first inch sinking in smoothly and drawing a pleasured sciurine gasp and an answering lapine moan. Extending his claws the rabbit dug into the ground for purchase, slowly stepping forward and pushing against the brushtail, who likewise dug in to hold his position. Between them the rigid inches of Hawkbit's thick cock pressed slowly forward, grinding into their tight target and levering the squirrel more and more open. A few rough movements helps Hawkbit shuffle up slightly and throw his arms over Skate's shoulders, paws gripping the doe's neck tightly, as if in a miniature bearhug.

Slowly but surely inch after inch of bunnycock ground forward, sinking deeply into the welcoming hole that all but swallowed the massive length. This drew out a whispery, shuddering gasp from Skate and a corresponding series of grunts from the rabbit topping him as the primal insertion progressed. Long, hot seconds later a fuzzy sheath kissed almost teasingly against the tight pucker and a heavy pair of lapine balls came to rest against a smaller squirrel pair. Hot breaths huffed through Skate's fur tickling his ears as Hawkbit nuzzled close. He softly, but firmly bit his partner's neck eliciting a quiet gasp as he nibbled his way aggressively upwards, ending with a few well placed nips on the squirrel's left ear.

Skate shivered with pleasure. There was something... weirdly erotic about his current position. Sure he'd been under a bigger buck many times before, but never beneath a [i]mate.[/i] It made him blush for reasons he couldn't quite put into words, as if somehow it was his first time. Possibly Hawkbit felt the same; the pair stayed stock still for a minute, enjoying the position and the warmth of each other's bodies. Skate panting softly, feeling the rigid length buried within him with every stretched inch of his tight tunnel. Large gray paws stroked his neck and across his chest, gripping him firmly but still running blunt claws lovingly through his fur. Yes, this was already so different from a normal mounting, it really was more. Hawkbit's voice almost purred, as dark and sweet as melted chocolate as he whispered teasingly into his partner's ear.

"Unnnf! Theeere we go... such a tight, hot, little hole; no matter how many times I pound it raw and stretch it wiiiide open. Oooh yes... I can feel you [i]squeezing[/i] me squirrel. You like that don't you? You like having all that thick bunny meat filling your hungry little passage. Now I know I won't last long, not in such a snug, milking little cocksleeve... but then you won't either, will you? I can [i]feel[/i] you twitching and dripping down there. I bet I'll hardly have to hammer your little buried nut button at all to make you dump a huge, sticky mess all over the floor. So... let's get started!"


There was no warning, no warmup, no teasing. Hawkbit simply went from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye. His powerful hips pulled back, withdrawing almost the entirety of his length from the shuddering squirrel in one smooth, lightning fast movement before slamming back in just as quickly. There was a loud *slap!* as his heavy pair, churning with pent up seed, smacked into Skate's taint; making the doe's entire body jerk with the impact, squirrel cock flicking about wildly, a thin jet of pre forced from it to paint a silver line on the ground. But the entire process repeated itself immediately as the bucking bunny pulled back once more, slamming in and out of the tight rear beneath himself as fast and hard as he was physically able. It was as if he'd reached the peak of his breeding from the very second he'd started.

"Nnngh! You like that squirrel? You love it? Love [b]me?![/b] I'm the best bunny buck there is, aren't I?"

"Ah! Aaaah! Y-y-yyyyesss!"


Skate said nothing, bar the squeaked and forced response, he couldn't have if he tried. It felt like his breath was being fucked from him, the massive hot rod in his ass stretching and filling him nicely, working to control his very movements in the grasp of the larger male above him. It was all he could do to hang on, stay standing and take the punishing pounding being dished out to him. His whole body bloomed with pleasure as a rock hard bunnycock slammed into his prostate again and again, seeming to turn up his temperature and need in equal measure. There was simply no way to fight such a vicious and potent breeding so he didn't bother. The squirrel simply surrendered; giving himself over to the sensations of mating, letting pure feral instinct take control and guide his body to accept every thrusting inch burying itself into his love tunnel. He felt his slick walls milking and caressing every rigid bit of length; his hips pressing up and back into every thrust, mimicking the rabbit's rapid rhythm to help him bury his carrot ever deeper into a loose and welcoming opening.

"Fuck yeah I am, and you love having me penetrate you! Take it, take it, take it, TAKE IT YOU LITTLE BITCH! Take my need! Take my seed! Beg for it like the doe you are!"

"Nnnnh! Aaaah! Give... give it to me! Don't hold back! I want everything you have!"


It was a pace too frantic and punishing for anyone to keep up for long. Yet somehow Hawkbit managed it; drawing out the feral fucking for long minutes as his hips pistoned away, drilling the squeaking squirrel beneath with an endless series of ramming thrusts. Or perhaps the sheer intensity of the act only made it [i]seem[/i] like it carried on so long. Skate moaned like the total slut he was, feeling his cock pulsing between his legs. At that point he couldn't tell if he was climaxing or simply leaking a massive amount of pre. Perhaps they had both orgasmed already and been unable to notice, so overwhelming was the burning pleasure that shot through both of them with every movement of their sweat-soaked bodies. Above him Hawkbit roughly growled and nipped, borne along by pure instinct as much as his squeezing, squeaking doe beneath. And it felt good and it felt [i]right[/i]. There was no need to think about things, only to mate, to let the instinctive desires of generations to play themselves out in the meeting of two, buck and doe, together as the pace somehow increased.

It was a change nearly impossible to measure, as Skate's legs gave out under him and he was ground into the dirt by the happily humping male above him, but slowly and surely things were coming to a head; a wave of pleasure already so intense as to be nearly unbearable somehow managed to swell and grow by the second, by the thrust, by the gasping moan. The squirrel felt flushed, as if he were burning up, his insides thickly coated with copious, heated pre, feeling each deep-dicked thrust release another burst inside him even as it made him squeak to the heavens. His body went totally limp, simply lying there and taking everything Hawkbit had to give, a willing receptacle for the needy breeder. His mind faded away to pure bliss as only the thinnest strand of thought was aware of one last, final, wordless, [i]feral[/i] scream of tension and release.

"UNF! NGGH! NNNGGGHH! HHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"


Time seemed to stop in that instant, as if the world were suddenly encased in golden amber, silent and still as a moment stretched out into an eternity. Skate could feel the rising tension and heat, a quiet pressure that seemed as if it might crush him then and there, focusing down, drawn to the steely, white-hot rod hilted deep inside him. There was a moment of perfect balance, a pause, before the first scalding, impossibly forceful jet of bunny seed poured into him.

It was like being fucked all over again, deeper more hotly, harder somehow. The sheer volume and force of the massive load pumping into him struck Skate like a hammer blow, penetrating his violated hindquarters even more deeply than the countless inches of maleness slamming into it had. It was a jet, a [i]flood[/i] that felt like it filled him to bursting as it gushed into him. At some point it must surely have ebbed a little because a second burst struck forth, as powerful as the first, once again seeming to stretch and swell him, making his stomach plump with sloshing seed as the rich cream stuffed him. Already he felt stuffed to capacity, unable to take any more. Yet a third burst was somehow contained as his eyes bulged and his mouth hung open in a soundless gasp of pure bliss. It was only after the fourth that pressurized jets of bunny jizz began to leak out from his stretched hole, forming a messy puddle on the ground below and staining his fur a glistening white.

The next blast seemed to pour right [i]through[/i] the squirrel as his own cock jerked and twitched, unleashing a heavy load of sticky cum with the force of a firehose. It seemed strangely as if Hawkbit's own seed had simply found a new outlet, each jerking spasm of the rabbit's cock, each new load of rich cream, seeming to force an answering burst from the brushtail until he expected to feel thick seed pouring from his mouth as well, so full did he feel in that moment. Already utterly overwhelmed his body could do little as it climaxed but twitch rhythmically, clawing at the ground and squeaking loudly. His eyes rolled back in his head as his tongue lolled, a pair locked together in an impossibly intense mating.

Skate felt himself being throughly filled, being completely marked. It was familiar in a way, he'd been bred countless times before by the big bunny buck, but this was different somehow; deeper and more meaningful. This was his first time really, truly being marked as a doe. As [b]Hawkbit's[/b] doe; the consummation of their pairing, their mating. He knew, deep down that this was what he had always wanted to do, what he'd always wanted to be. That nothing from that point on could ever change what he'd become. He lay back and let the pleasure and seed flood through him, bathing him in blissful warmth as he fulfilled his role and purpose in life, fully accepting his doehood.

"Such... such a good doe. The... the best doe there is... [i]my[/i] doe. My mate. All mine... forever..."


Even as the powerful bursts of seed kept coming Hawkbit seemed to melt, going limp and motionless except for the rhythmic spasms that continued to pour rope after rope of hot jizz into his mate. He was already panting for air amidst needfully nuzzling and licking his squirrel's neck, almost tenderly but with a subdued passion. It was as if the sheer, driving energy that had pushed him to fuck like a feral beast was pouring out of him along with his seed. His legs gave way and his full weight pressed down on the swelled squirrel, the pressure forcing a fresh burst of hod jizz from both his cock and his well used rear. That seemed to signal an end to things, the two males laying on the ground together; bodies still shaking and spending themselves as their paired climaxes slowly began to ebb away. Still it took long, hot minutes of panting and gasping and moaning before things finally settled down from ecstasy to mere pleasure.

Both were left utterly exhausted, yet incredibly horny; neither able to go soft as hormone and instinct continued to flow through their spent, sticky bodies, demanding an encore that they couldn't yet perform. Instead they contented themselves with each other; lying together in the massive mess they had created as, even after so long, they continued to leak hot fluids. With the burning fires of passion now spent they basked in the afterglow of its embers as Hawkbit held his newly minted doe tightly, arms still wrapped around the squirrel in snug embrace, his paws gently stroking the hazel brown fur in their grasp. For his part Skate too remained almost motionless letting the lapine nuzzle his neck softly, listening to half mumbled declarations of passion and promises of future fun.

His mind buzzed with the magnitude of what he.... what [i]they[/i] had just done and why. The brushtail lay full and content a paw softly stroking his cheek, and basked in the love of his partner, feeling a warmth welling up inside him that for once had nothing to do with the gallons of bunny seed that sloshed in his stomach. Life should have been made of moments like this of pure, raw emotion and contentment. The rabbit finally lay still, too tied to move anymore, his paws grasping the squirrel to his chest tightly. He yawned, managing to say something softly as he slowly slipped into sleep.

"Beautiful... perfect. My cute little fluff... Mmmnn... that was pretty good for our first time... first [i]real[/i] time... and surprisingly draining. But... I'm not pulling out, and when I wake up in a few hours we're going to go again. Hard this time. So prepare yourself my sexy squirrel slut because I'm gonna make you see stars..."


Skate snickered, curling up against the chest of the larger male, his eyes already half closed. He knew [i]exactly[/i] what he was in for when the rabbit awoke, and the very thought of it made his cock twitch with anticipation. He'd be begging in a few hours, messy and stuffed and squeaking for more, but for now... for now he was content just to snuggle up close to his buck, enjoy the warmth and the quiet and the company, and dream of things to come.