The weasel’s loud growls could be heard across the Down, signaling his blood-crazed fury, and most likely, an incoming kill. Deep in the scrub at the bottom of the Down, the mustelid belched rather loudly, having finished off a sparrow, though not content with his day's meals just yet. But... there was nothing left! He had completely cleaned out his territory that day. He had to have more! He knew where there was more...

The newly arrived longears.

Moving onto all fours to gain maximum speed, the weasel leaped and slunk through the trees and around rocks, anxious to find more to eat whatever the species. He’d now entered the new rabbit's territory, and he felt no fear in doing so, only hunger and excitement. There was a moment of uncertainty as a strange scent on the wind distracted him and he tripped over a rock, tumbling awkwardly forward.

The weasel staggered a bit, keeping himself upright as he rubbed a paw against his forehead with a whine or two. He looked around the area he had wound up in, seeing nothing, especially not the 'rock' he'd apparently fallen over. Strange. He was sure he'd smelled something though, something enticing... and nearby. It [b]had/b] to be longear, it [b]had[/b] to be!

“Longear! Reveal yourself!”

He snarled once more, beginning to pace before noticing the rabbit’s form appear before him, a nearby light-brown rock turning itself into a tasty snack before his eyes. Pipkin was sitting, rubbing over his temples after being knocked over by the rapidly moving elil. Angry and hungry, the weasel brought a claw-tipped paw to grip the young buck's neck rather tightly, bringing him close to the pointed muzzle as he growled menacingly. 

“Hmmmn, what are you doing out alone, longear?”


The weasel paused, taking a breath attempting to calm himself and focus his instincts on this new meal. He stared at the rather small bunny who choked and pulled at the paw that held him so tightly. The weasel grinned, pointed teeth gleaming, loosening his grip as Pipkin gasped and coughed. The longear’s legs kicked slightly as he tried to pry that paw off of him, to no avail.

“What... what do you think you’re doing here!? This... this is our territory y... you know!”


He squealed, soon silent as the weasel tightened his grip once more. Pipkin’s jaw clenched, gritting his teeth in anger as he attempted to deliver a strike or two with his hindpaws to the weasel’s jaw, unsuccessfully. the weasel only growled, showing his sharp, somewhat bloody teeth. Pipkin looked on, his face changing from a look of anger to slight fear.

“Longears can't fight I think, longear is too small.”

“Y-you can’t hurt me! Bigwig won’t allow it! So put me down!”

“Mmm... perhaps... But I can do something else. Something much more... fun, hmhmhm.”


The weasel growled a deep, rumbling sound for such a long, thin body to make. He grinned, Pipkin's expression now showing more fear than before.

“W-what…what are you talking ab-what are you doing!?”


Pipkin yelped in surprise as he was shoved down rather hard, forced against the ground on his back inside a nearby bush, barely able to see the sky above past its obscuring foliage. Suddenly he felt a cool breeze over his entire body, able to feel the texture of the grass around him much more than before; the weasel’s piercing, sharp gaze met the rabbit’s own. Pipkin quickly tried to rise, pushing himself off of the ground with both forepaws, only to be pinned on his back once more by the weasel’s entire form, squealing in fear and trying his hardest to move his body.

“L…let me go! I-”

“Quiet!”


The weasel snarled loudly, very close to Pipkin’s face, showing his sharp teeth once more as Pipkin shook and whimpered, barely audible. That’s when he noticed it; his pupils widened at the sight of a long, thick rod of sleek flesh pointed in his direction, right between the weasel’s thighs and the longear’s own stubby legs, backed up by a set of surprisingly large testicles. He was frozen in both fear and nervousness; he’d never seen something so long, so strangely enticing. Of course there was no way the entire length could possibly...

“Y-you’re not going to…you can’t...”

“Mmmh…yes, yes I can... unfortunately... for you...”


Pipkin whined and squealed, looking into the elil’s eyes, practically begging for mercy. By his standards, he was now fully exposed. The weasel towered over him, his hungry eyes staring into him. The hunter brought two paws to the buck’s legs, holding on to them both and digging into his fur; leaning forward the weasel nipped teasingly at the smaller mammal's chestfur, nibbling it with his teeth, growling and leaning forward to whisper into the rabbit’s ear.

“Is this not better? Rather than spilling your blood, you shall offer your services to aid in my most-needed release, little rodent.”


Pipkin gave up his attempts to get away; bracing himself for what was to inevitably come as he felt the weasel’s member brush up against his own exposed sheath, then his own substantial balls. It made him shiver and his lower body tensed, confused by the feeling alone, wondering what it was exactly.

“But... it’s too much, I can’t take that! Can’t I at leas-“


His voice was cut off by a sharp, loud squeal of shock as the weasel had thrust his meat into him very roughly, barely caring for Pipkin’s own comfort, if at all; his pointed sleek cock penetrating the longear’s hole faster than Pipkin had thought possible. The mustelid brought his head up and back, his jaw dropping open slightly, thin tongue drooping out as he panted, feeling his arousal grow. The bunny’s ass was surprisingly far tighter than he had expected-given his girth - barely letting his cock inside of him. Pipkin, still in shock, gripped the grass around him, holding on tightly as he could to try and endure the strange sensation.

The fucking began. Pipkin’s entire body shifted backwards into the grassy patch as the weasel’s cock entered and escaped him, the excited thrusting causing every bit of nearby foliage to rustle above him, as if dancing to their movements. He hadn’t even taken the entire member in and it felt as if he were filled to bursting, a strange, sensitive spot deep inside him tingling pleasantly with each sharp entry. But there was still room for more, the weasel’s thrusts causing Pipkin to spasm around the slick length as a bit of precum escaped into his hole, milked by those inner walls as they clenched around the invading dick. The rabbit’s begging went ignored, quickly fading into rapid shallow panting.

Pipkin suddenly cried out, bringing his arms to grip the weasel’s sides as his body was moved back and forth, a rock hard cock slammed into him over and over and the elil’s nuts slapping at his rump with each thrust. The weasel simply looked down at him, his jaw still agape as he smiled, noticing the bunny’s face flushed with red, slicked with sweat; and in the process, eyeing a smaller, hardened member in between them, leaking cum that smeared across their fur.

“Mmm, do you want me to stop [b]now[/b]? It seems you are enjoying this...”


The weasel growled out with each of his thrusts; slowing slightly. Head moving down and forward, lolling tongue licking across the smaller form’s muzzle, as the rabbit winced and shifted his head into the tongue that he felt. The mustelid brought one of his paws down to twirl a pointed claw around the smaller cock, teasing the tip and upper shaft. Pipkin shuddered and whined, sinking over the member still planted inside of him, feeling pleasure build up in his lower body as he began to relax slightly and take more inside of him.

“Yeeessss... no stopping now...”


The larger creature whispered into Pipkin’s ears, pinning the longear even harder against the ground as the brutal fucking continued, their animal instincts kicking in. His thrusts became harder, faster and deeper, humping wildly and out of control. Pipkin squealed with every wet slam and slap against his fluffy, abused rump; only now, the eager buck was grinding back into them instead of pulling away. He spread his legs wider and threw his arms over the weasel’s slender form, gripping tightly himself, letting the invader have his way with him, almost letting the entire length in, only the very base unable to fit inside the pressing warmth. But not for long.

With one last hard thrust, the weasel's cock pressed in the final inch and locked deep inside the longear’s tailhole, provoking a loud squeal of mixed pain and pleasure from him; and a curse in the strange language of rabbits that the weasel had no hope of recognizing. (And which many other rabbits would be shocked to know the smaller buck knew.) It swelled and throbbed, stretching Pipkin’s inner muscles to their limits, at least this first time. Hard, long thrusting was converted to short and fast humping, the hilting making both unwilling to allow much movement between the two. Both driven this far, gasping and panting in ecstasy they peaked nearly together, the frenzied movements of the other pushing their partners over the edge. Cum splattered between them as Pipkin’s cock exploded, nearly ripping some of the weasel’s fur right out as he held on tight. His ass ached and burned, seemingly tons of the weasel’s cum filling his depths with some of it pushed by sheer force into leaking out of his completely filled hole. He felt as if the flow would never stop.

“Mmmh... good little longear...”


The weasel sighed and emitted a deep, rumbling growl, licking over Pipkin’s muzzle a few more times. The rabbit only blushed and faintly smiled, the bigger creature atop him slowly finishing his climax. Pipkin grunted, breathing heavily and unable to move any of his lower body without feeling an odd sensitivity and tingling.

“Are... are you satisfied now? I won’t even be able to stand I think...”


That statement made the weasel chuckle, not maliciously now but with a knowing humor. He rested his long body over the smaller one below him, unable to pull his member from the longear’s abused rump; the scent of sex and sweat was strong now, both taking whiffs of it as they rested. 

“You enjoyed that longear, from the start, yes?”


Pipkin huffed, wrapping his arms around the weasel once more against his initial thoughts. This big beast had just invaded him in a way he still wasn't entirely sure he understood, and now he was holding him this close as if everything was fine and good in the world? Maybe it was, nothing about the entire affair made sense to the young buck, yet in a way it had been strangely natural. His mind raced.

“Maybe. Could have asked first.”

“That would have been much less fun...”


The two stayed connected for some time, hidden away in the brush, the rest of the warren wondering where Pipkin had wandered off to, suspecting, not entirely incorrectly, that he was off seeing one of his many non-rabbit friends.