[b]Aftermath[/b]

It was midday, or maybe it was midnight. It was impossible to tell this far down in the burrow where little light reached at the best of times. Right now what it mostly was, was hot. Burningly hot and almost suffocatingly humid. In the dim light there was a tangled mound of fur, mostly a rusty brown, shifting to a gentle rhythm as its owner breathed in and out slowly, lost in the depths of sleep. In amidst the curled up form of the fox that filled most of the underground cavity a single, hazel-brown paw stuck out, twitching gently. Somewhere, buried beneath scruffy and sweat-soaked fur, a pair of eyes snapped open and saw nothing but perfect darkness.

Buttercup the bunny awoke slowly, drifting up from the depths of dreams like a whale rising out of the oceanic abyss. One by one her senses came online and took stock of the situation she found herself in. She was hot, damp, slightly sore and incredibly satisfied. Memories shifted into the searchlight of her conscious, of a meeting and a mating and then.. maybe they'd rested between rounds, maybe she'd just dreamed going at it another five or six times. It was hard to tell, but it certainly [i]felt[/i] like they had. Her limbs felt like lead; despite having rested she felt exhausted, as if every last drop of energy had been drained from her. And she ached, a dull, stiff feeling that told her that once again she'd pushed herself beyond her limits and was paying for it. There'd be no running for a few days, that was for sure, and a strange numbness told her standing up was going to take some practice.

In the burrow a bushy fox tail stirred as something underneath is nudged weakly, but insistently beneath it. Gradually it was pushed aside and a paw waved about in the open air, groping about as if searching for something. There was more movement and a head emerged, wriggling out from beneath the not inconsiderable weight of a well-fed fox paunch. Two eyes blinked, trying to focus on something and shake off the last vestiges of sleep before the struggle resumed. Bit-by-bit an entire rabbit made its way out from beneath her sleeping partner, enjoying the slightly cooler open air for several minutes as the two lay there. The larger of the pair was even more exhausted than Buttercup herself, having put quite a lot of effort into his most recent performance. Certainly there'd be no easily rousing him for the next few hours.

And, as a soft tug between her legs reminded her, there wouldn't be an easy way to sneak off either. The lapine curled her body slightly so she could look down at her stomach, where her fur was most damp and sticky. A wandering paw brushed over the curve of her body and felt a strange bulge there, unusually firm when she pressed against it, digits able to trace out the buried form of a bulbous knot still lodged solidly inside her. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she thought perhaps she could also feel a gentle shifting, a liquid fullness that shifted slightly beneath her pawpads. Well... they [i]had[/i] gone at it for some time, exactly how many rounds she couldn't rightly recall. And it had been such a tight fit too; she still tingled down there whenever she moved, feeling stretched and full.

Still, things had loosened up... a little bit while they'd rested; sure there was a thick, rigid length penetrating her to her core, filling her with every inch of its maleness, but she no longer felt like she was being pushed to her limits to contain it. If she tried she could probably pull away, she was sure. Two paws gripped at the ground, weakly at first but then with more confidence as the rabbit pulled herself forward. There was a rising tension that made her gasp and her breath catch in her throat, but she held on and kept trying, inching forward. Her eyes crossed as things came to a head... and then there was a sudden feeling of release and her body jerked slightly as, with a seemingly audible *pop* something slipped free.

There was an immediate burst of warmth between her thighs as the tight seal was broken and the pent up seed that flooded her insides was given a path to freedom. She felt it spread from and beneath her, taking the time to look again at her nether regions. As expected, what was usually a tight pink slit was now a gaping hole, stretched and bright pink with sensitivity. From within her spread folds dripped -no [i]flowed[/i] a thick stream of creamy jizz, which had already formed a remarkably large puddle on the ground. As she watched it continued to leak from her, showing no signs of lessening; it still amazed her that she could take so much. Indeed it was more than a minute before he initial burst slowed to a trickle, finally exhausting the many loads that had been pumped into her.

Smiling softly the longear reached a paw down between her legs, not surprised to see that she could easily insert it between her opened lips. After all, something much larger had only just now been pulled free. It came away from her folds with a sticky, wet sound; fur glistening with sexual fluids. She lapped delicately at her forepaw, tasting the musky saltiness of the seed smeared on it before twisting her body slightly so she could gain access to her hindquarters. If she let it dry after all it left a terrible mess in her coat that was nearly impossible to wash out. So it was best to get started cleaning up early.

The burrow filled with soft, wet noises as she set to work, grooming her ruffled fur and patting it down bit-by-bit. Her nostrils flared as they took in the scent of her mate, musky, masculine and feral. It wasn't right to say she'd been marked, bucks marked their territory all the time and the tunnels she lived in were well and truly suffused with the scent of dog fox. That was nothing at all. But as for her, they slept together every night and mated almost as often. His sweat and scent and musk had soaked into her coat a hundred times over and she'd been pumped full of his essence on more occasions than she could count. Mere washing wouldn't clear it, no chance. An hour long swim, a roll in lavender, they'd barely have an impact. His scent had so thoroughly permeated her that she was quite sure it would be with her forever, no matter what she did. She was his, her mate's, utterly and completely. He'd made her a fox, made her his vixen. When she went out in the evenings small creatures fled from the canine they detected on the wind. Of course, it was mutual; many a stoat had met their end tracking what they thought to be a helpless bunny only to find something far larger and hungrier.

Eventually her coat had been neatened to her satisfaction. It was still damp -it wouldn't dry out completely till she was aboveground- but presentable. That only left the mess between her legs, which had continued to drip from her as she'd cleaned up, leaving a trail of glistening droplets on the floor behind her. This was somewhat harder to deal with, as she was still amazingly sensitive and it was difficult not to gasp and moan whenever her tiny pink tongue lapped at her tingling folds. As spread as she was she could at least get in nice and deep, carefully lapping up most of the remaining load that still filled her. Even so a rather disquieting amount remained, likely to continue leaking out for the next few hours; an annoying but unavoidable result of being bred so hard and deep.

Which reminded her... yes, her partner was still sound asleep; dead to the world. He'd rolled over slightly as she'd pulled out from beneath him, and was now on his side, stretched out as if he'd been shot. Actually, it was almost like he was showing off, just for her, -which he did rather often- usually right before they ended up all hot and sticky. Still hot, stiff and very, very hard, a rigid length protruded prominently from between his legs, glistening wetly in the dim light. It was pointed squarely at the watching bunny, twitching slightly as the canine dreamed. Buttercup wasn't sure exactly what visions his sleeping mind held to keep him so interested, but she was pretty sure she knew how to... encourage them. After all, she was nothing if not a little mischievous and her mate always appreciated the effort, at least he did later when he woke up.

A short hop bought her nose-to-tip with the impressive length and she watched it pulse gently with a wry smile. It would have amazed her that she could take something so large and thick, if she hadn't had quite a few fond memories of all the preparation and attempts it had taken for her to adapt to it. A paw reached out, stroking smoothly over the pointed shaft. Buttercup looked over it admiringly as it twitched under her stroke, stiffening further as she rubbed against it. There was a blooming warmth under her paw, the foxcock always almost burningly hot to the touch, as if animated with heated desire, and she began to use both paws on it, brushing them briskly up and down the shaft and occasionally pressing and squeezing the bulbous, multi-lobed knot at the base. There was an answering murmur and grunt from her mate, whose leg kicked out at the air as his body became aware of the erotic attention it was now receiving. He really was quite the specimen; even after several hours buried deeply inside a tight slit, being milked repeatedly for every last drop of seed he had, the fox was still both ready and willing to have some more fun.

And it [i]was[/i] fun; other does might well get fucked, but she was [p]penetrated[/b], feeling every inch enter into her each time. It was still sticky under her paws, well lubricated with both his and her fluids. She nuzzled up against it, able to scent and taste herself on her mate's maleness. The sensation made her tingle with excitement, despite her exhaustion, as it left a thick, silvery streak across her cheekfur. She'd have to get him off again, there was no doubt about that. Perhaps she could just use her muzzle and tongue on him, see how long it took to wake him up. She'd done that before, sometimes he hadn't woken at all. Almost always it made a big mess all over her face, but that was a thrill in itself.

Mmmn, yes that would be nice There was something deliciously dirty about rubbing up against a massive, throbbing shaft until her mate loosed his load all over her, painted her muzzle white with his seed. It took forever to clean up (unless he helped) but she never minded. Sitting there, totally coated in jizz, feeling its burning warmth and sticky mess coating every inch of exposed fur was oddly satisfying. The thought made Buttercup squirm, tempted to spare a paw to rub herself even as she nuzzled against the wonderfully warm length, now cleaned almost entirely under the actions of both her tongue and fur. Yes, why not? She'd spent so long cleaning herself up anyway after all...

Suddenly however she was distracted as a heavy paw came down roughly on her back, pushing her to the ground with an 'oof!'. Said paw then dragged her backwards, annoyingly dusting up her freshly cleaned coat. The rabbit craned her neck to see what had happened, already realizing that her fox hadn't been quite as deep in dreamland as she'd thought. The world flipped as she was neatly turned onto her back for the second time that day. As before she looked up into a pair of predatory eyes, glinting with menace above a wide maw of ivory teeth. A broad, flat tongue licked over them hungrily as the vulpine looked over her newly groomed form. He had indeed only just woken, still looking tired and disheveled... but determined. There was a long slow yawn that managed to perfectly show off a pair of powerful jaws before he spoke, in a voice as thick and dark as treacle.

"Teasing little doe aren't we? Still need more?"

"Naughty boy, don't tell me you have the energy for another round?"

A pause, another yawn.

"No... I think not. Hungry though..."


There was the start of a third yawn, that froze as the broad, rusty muzzle dipped towards here, lips pulling back almost into a snarl to better flaunt the daggerlike points that lined it. Buttercup remained where she was, sprawled, spread-eagled on the ground as the jaws grew closer, neatly tucking between her legs with a *snap!* that echoed in the burrow and made her gasp with surprise as a shock of sensation shot through her body. The vulpine's maw had shut sharply on her exposed sex, easily engulfing the entire area. Looking over her own chest the bunny could see a foxy face framed by her outstretched legs, green eyes looking up at her over the fluffy curve of her stomach. There was a deep snicker as he pulled back an inch or two, nostrils flaring as he huffed hot, humid breaths through her fur.

"I think I will have to eat you now, tricky, teasing little bunny."


The canine's tongue emerged, licking over his muzzle and straightening the whiskers there, sampling the smeared flavor that had soaked into reddish fur. Then, in an instant, it darted out, lightning quick, and the rabbit gasped again as it flickered over her folds before she even had time to think. As her body reflexively tried to curl up the pink tip assaulted her again and again, brushing over her gaping slit in broad, warm, wet strokes. The den filled with soft slapping sounds as the rough tongue pressed against her again and again, smacking into her sensitive folds and caressing along them as the rabbit shivered and shuddered and moaned. It would have been merely scintillating at the best of times, but she'd already been so thoroughly stuffed and bred earlier that her body was feather-touch sensitive. She found herself clutching desperately at a vulpine head, forepaws gripping his ears and hindfeet clutching at his neck. She hugged his face snugly and there was a purring growl in response, her mate pleased at how easily her defenses fell. The growl turned into a snarl as the larger male's attack turned serious.

"Hhh-nnnnNNNFFF!"


The sound that escaped Buttercup's lips was barely a squeak, a quavering, gasping moan forced out as her entire body went rigid and her back arched. She lost her grip on her mate and fell back to the floor, paws flailing at the air as a burning warmth speared up through her chest, seeming to light every nerve in her body aflame. For several seconds her mouth opened and closed wordlessly before the first, deep, breathy moan finally managed to escape from it. From between her once more outstretched legs a pointed muzzle grinned and pushed forward once more, hard enough to shove the rabbit's entire body back. More than an inch of it was buried inside her, spreading her wide open. A series of wet and sticky slurping sounds reached her ears as a long and flexible tongue probed deep within, stroking along her inner walls and reaching to her very core. His tongue wasn't the fox's most impressive part, but it twisted and writhed and poked and prodded. It explored the sensitive slit, its owner relishing every whimper and gasp and plea forced from the bunny under its amorous assault.

There was a growing warmth and dampness between Buttercup's thighs, her own arousal mixed with saliva dampening her and her partner's coats as she was gently, but firmly pressed back until she was up against a wall. There at last there was enough support for the rabbit's blurred vision to focus on the actions of her mate, buried deeply in her and attacking with a frenzied gusto. The tip of his muzzle was easily engulfed and he had to breathe hotly through his mouth, jaws slightly parted and drooling greedily. Hardly anything could be seen of his tongue, extended deeply into the rabbit and lapping at her love tunnel with remarkable force and speed. Each stroke made her shiver and squirm, her entire body shaking with pleasure as she was borne along on a wave of ecstasy towards yet another peak. The soft sounds of her begging mixed with the dominant, predatory growls of her partner as he relentlessly and repeatedly dove into her, savoring the taste of her excitement and need. Finally there was one last pleading, drawn-out cry before the bunny climaxed, the heat within her seeming to burst forth in an instant as her entire body went stiff, then collapsed in a moment.

Buttercup went limp, a weak moan slipping from her as her eyes rolled back and she slipped sideways, tumbling awkwardly off of the predator's snout. Her body quivered and spasmed violently, a thin streak of arousal bursting from between her legs to coat her mate's muzzle with her juices. In turn he let her tip gently back, falling to the floor breathing heavily. His tongue lolled, still sticky from its probings, a thin streak of fluid linking its drooling tip to the rabbit's well spread and used lips, glistening with the few spots of arousal that hadn't been expertly lapped up by the furious tongue-lashing. She wasn't unconscious, but lay motionless all the same, completely blissed out, body still burning with aftershocks of pleasure. The dull ache and stiffness that had been with her since she'd awakened were gone, massaged away and buried beneath a new experience. The faint smile on her face was heartwarming to see.

The fox stood up, carefully brushing his muzzle with a paw, trying to clean up the short fur there. He could scent nothing but satisfied rabbit, the odor clinging to his fur and dancing on his tastebuds. He'd be useless for hunting for the rest of the entire day, but that didn't matter when he had such tasty prey secured in his den. Carefully, and slightly stiffly he made an exit, having been made tired and thirsty by earlier efforts. A nice, long, cool drink was in order; and maybe a brief nap. He walked slightly oddly, a thick length tucked neatly between his legs and rubbing up against his stomachfur with agonizing sensitvity each time he took a step. The rabbit had pushed him pretty far along before he'd awoken, and that would need seeing too sooner arther than later. He did hope his mate would recover by the time he got back, today seemed like one of those days where the fun just didn't end.