[b]Lessons[/b]

It was a fine midsummer's day with not a cloud in the pure blue sky. The sun shone down warmly on the fur of the young rabbit buck as he sat by a cool stream, idly dipping a paw in it, watching the water flow quickly by, the fish beneath it shimmering silver as they dashed madly about on business of their own. Fish of course were the entire reason for him being here; the sun was well above the horizon now, the air hot and slightly humid, perfect for splashing about in cold water. By now his new friend should have been here with him, getting a lesson in fishing. But, as Pipkin was increasingly becoming aware, his new friend had a tendency to get distracted, not pay attention or just plain ignore things he said. Honestly, if he wasn't so much fun, Pipkin thought, it really wouldn't be worth all the trouble.

Finally, as the sun beamed down and made his fur hot and stuffy the bunny detected the telltale sounds of something padding through the tall reeds around the stream bank. His keen senses had been well trained in his time at Watership Down, though nobody took him seriously, even now. He took no small measure of pride and pleasure in the fact that here and now he was the only rabbit in his entire warren to be aware of the invading presence, as well as the only one knowing both who it was and what to do about it. Perhaps sometime he'd reveal the fact to Bigwig, sometime when he wasn't always told what to do and everyone bothered to show him a little more respect. He couldn't [i]wait[/i] to see the looks on their faces when they found out...

A shadow fell over him. Unbeknownst to... well everyone, he had positioned himself with the sun at his back, as he'd heard Bigwig instruct while listening in on lessons weeks ago. This allowed an attacker's shadow to give them away, looming over him before they were close and making it that much harder to sneak up behind. He could even identify who he was dealing with based on their slim profile and short, pointed nose and ears. Smiling broadly he turned his head to look at the weasel slinking up behind him.

"Oh hello. About time you got here, I've been waiting you know. Do you want to learn how to fish or not?"


The weasel growled, exposing a mouth full of needle-like teeth as he stalked carefully across the slippery bank like a furred snake. He was always growling or grinning or just inconspicuously yawning. Pipkin got a feeling that he was proud of his teeth, or just looking menacing, It didn't work on him of course... much. He was a brave young buck.

"I was hungry, I went hunting."

"And didn't get anything I bet. Fishing is easier."

"Hunting is funner, longear."


That was another thing; his new friend refused to either use his name or tell him his own. Pipkin figured it was probably another one of those things he did just to annoy, or for fun. The weasel was incredibly devious and took great pleasure in outsmarting anyone. As an act of defiance he'd taken to calling the predator Vair, confident that he had no idea what the word meant.

"Pipkin, [i]Vair[/i]."

"Longear, [i]Narn[/i]..."


Pipkin was surprised, that was a lapine word, how could he possibly know... did that mean he knew the language? Surely not. But he was stalking closer, grinning in that particular way that the rabbit had learned to recognize meant a certain kind of fun was about to be had. They'd only had that kind of fun a few times so far, but which was always interesting. Just as expected, as the weasel more flowed than walked towards him, Pip could see a flash of something long, slick and pink beneath the elil's form. He held his position, looking back at his friend, body facing away, tail raised.

Nobody else in his warren wanted to discuss these sort of things; just like with everything else he was told to stop asking questions and mind his own business. Or worse, he'd 'find out when he was bigger.' He was plenty big! There was no need for everyone to act as if his ears would fall off if they told him anything. The closest he'd got so far was a weird comment from Hawkbit about does and carrots, which had earned a sharp rebuke from the captain and once more, an unwillingness from everyone to so much as talk to him on the subject.

Of course, he reasoned, as a set of pointed claws gripped his shoulder, his new friend wasn't much into discussion either. But he [i]was[/i] very good at practical demonstrations and Pipkin had learned a [i]lot[/i] during their past meetings. He shuffled backwards a bit, bumping into the weasel's underside, feeling something warm and familiar pressing up against his hindquarters, brushing under his tail.

"Oh dear, it seems I'm caught! Whatever shall I do? I'm completely at the mercy of a vicious elil!"

"Hnnhnnhnn! Joking around are we longear? We will see about your attitude soon..."


The weasel grasped him, firmly. Pointed claws dug into his sides as a pair of paws gripped him and pulled the larger mammal forward, atop the bun. Seconds later the weasel's hind legs left the ground and gripped his flanks, holding firmly and leaving the entire predator's weight bearing down on the rabbit. The first time this had happened he'd simply collapsed, pushed onto the ground. But he was ready [i]this[/i] time and tensed his legs, holding himself up under the weight. His training had paid off, he could handle this, maybe even shake the weasel off if he wanted. If he wanted...

Gripping the rabbit firmly the weasel wasted no time, clambering quickly over the buck, getting a good grip and positioning himself behind the raised cotton tail. So secured he gave a sudden upwards thrust, burying half of his length inside a tight, yet unresisting tailhole with an eager, pleased hiss. A series of rapid thrusts followed, burying the weasel inside the young rabbit with surprising speed and force, warming them up for what was to follow. Both were used to this now and greatly enjoyed their pleasant meetings, settling into an energetic rhythm as they began to breathe heavily. The weasel had a seemingly bottomless stamina, able to pound away at a breakneck pace for longer than Pipkin had imagined possible, hilting inside the rabbit again and again with ease. For his part the young buck simply crouched down and held his position, enjoying the intense pleasure as the slick length slipped in and out of him, stimulating his quivering, sensitive passage with each passing, slowly growing more aroused, his own sheath swelling as something began to emerge, growing with each thrust.

"Mmmmnnn... very good longear... [i]very[/i] good. But... I am still hungry..."


Pipkin gasped as a toothy maw nipped the back of his neck, rapidly nibbling up between his shoulderblades right up to behind his ears before grasping the scruff of his neck just firmly enough to avoid drawing blood as the weasel yanked back, making him yelp in surprise, shock and pleasure. He wasn't sure if this was a weasel thing, or something rabbits themselves did as well, but it was another thing he'd got used to. (And wouldn't mind trying sometime.) The elil held him firmly, clawed pinpricks dancing across his body as he was gripped tightly and used to help propel the predator inside him in a frenzy of rapid movements that were to quick and powerful to resist or respond to, reducing him to panting and squirming under the pleasurable assault, feeling electric sensations spreading from out under his tail all throughout his body.

"H-hey!"


The weasel's movements began to change, becoming more erratic and unpredictable as he shifted position, forequarters moving over the buck and sliding over his left flank. The elil was considerably longer than Pip, though by his own estimation not as quite heavy, being long and thin and incredibly flexible. The buck had seen him turn his torso right around to look at his own tail.. while standing on his hind legs. He could curl himself into a circle, (backwards even!) and seemed to be doing that now as paws scrabbled at his fur, tucking the weasel's muzzle between fore- and hindleg, wrapping the elil completely around him like a living collar.

Suddenly the rabbit froze as the weasel's muzzle dove forward the last few inches, pressing between the buck's legs, poking around and exploring eagerly. He tensed and shivered as sleek fur brushed against his own emerging length, investigating it.

"What are you- unf! doing?"

"I told you longear, I'm still hungry..."


This was something new and unexpected; Pipkin wasn't entirely sure what to make of the situation, until that moment he'd been unaware that such a position was possible and he really wasn't comfortable with something having that many sharp teeth poking around such a sensitive area. But he was powerless to resist and, as the pointed muzzle continued to press and rub against him, coaxing and pushing him onwards he became less and less sure he wanted to. The weasel, as always was incredibly energetic, his muzzle practically dancing across his underside, teasing and exciting him until his lapine length had fully emerged and was twitching with hot need beneath him. When a row of pointed teeth grazed across its tip, they sent shocks of pleasure and fear through him, almost making him collapse from the stimulation.

"Murrr... having problems longear?"

"Nnnf! No!"


Pipkin forced himself to remain standing, even as his legs buckled beneath him. Taking advantage as always, the weasel dove forward, engulfing his entire length in a single, smooth motion. Instead of the pointed teeth he'd expected the young buck felt a welcoming warmth enveloping his shaft, a long, thin tongue slicking beneath it, tasting and exploring him with the same sort of vigor he'd grown to expect from the elil. The sensations were new and strange to him; he'd done similar things alone, with his paw, but this was something else entirely. The weasel's head moved in rapid bobbing motions, echoing the thrusts under his tail, pressing him from both sides.

Each time the weasel pressed forward as far as possible, burying his muzzle between the buck's legs, nuzzling into the soft fuzzy nuts that dangled there, sucking firmly on the rabbit with a hungry, single-minded intensity. It was almost, no it [i]was[/i] predatory, the larger mammal eagerly working the hapless bunny, driving him to release his seed and provide a tasty meal. Pipkin squeezed his eyes shut as the weasel's assault worked him from both sides. He felt a strange urge now, one he hadn't before, the desire to buck forward into the welcoming mouth like his mate was doing into his rear. Totally overwhelmed with pleasure he was unable to resist, his body seemingly moving on its own, synchronizing its bucks with those of the larger male until they both had a smooth rhythm.

They were both lost to passion now. The rabbit could feel the familiar hot slicking inside him as the aroused predator released spurts of pre, lubricating his member and easing his movements. Pipkin too was beginning to drip, each release immediately lapped up by a slick tongue and quickly devoured, teasing him intensely, not giving him a moment's respite. Saliva and his own fluids mixed in the predator's muzzle, the hungry elil releasing moans of pleasure and desire as he milked the smaller buck. Their bodies pressed together with lewd wet noises, held tight, one wrapped around the other.

For a few minutes they held that pose, bodies working with each other to press in deep, breathing and moaning loud and heavy, sounds muffled only by the tall reeds that surrounded them. Slowly but surely their pace built, their vision blurring and the outside world seeming to fade away, drowned by their rising pleasure and need. Pipkin wasn't able to quite keep up, despite his youthful vigor he had his limits, eventually just bucking wildly and twitching as the weasel slammed deep inside him repeatedly making his entire body shake and spasm. Finally, with one last climactic thrust the weasel hilted in him, gripping him tighter as he came.

The shock was incredible; the jabs of pain from the weasel's claws put his entire body on edge as they shot through him, combining with the stretching of his rear passage and the sudden hot release of weasel cum into his quivering insides. The sensation pushed him to climax himself, reaching his peak mere seconds after the elil's. They released together, each burst of hot seed inside the bunny driving him to release one of his own, their bodies tensing and bucking in unison and driving each other forward. As the hot muzzle milked him, greedily swallowing down every burst he released the rabbit found his own body responding to his mate, tensing around it and squeezing the hard length, drawing more spurts of cum from it. In the frenzied peak both males were overwhelmed, seed leaking from bodies unable to take the sheer volume and pace.

With a last, deep groan Pipkin collapsed, falling forward and sideways, pinning the weasel beneath him. He lay there, legs kicking wildly, still trying to buck into the hot mouth that continued to drain him, staring at nothing as a tide of pleasure enveloped him, a tingling, coruscating feeling coursing through his limbs. Slowly the weasel's own thrusts came to a halting stop, leaving him buried inside the rabbit.But, true to his word he did not stop milking the bun, still sucking eagerly, not letting the rabbit pull away, tongue darting about, lapping up every drop of released seed as Pipkin lay, twitching and gasping at the sensation on his now painfully sensitive cock. Finally, with a wet slurping sound the elil pulled back, releasing him. A moment later the weasel squirmed and wriggled, pulling out of the rabbit's rear, leaving a thin stream of seed to leak out from the gaping hole.

They lay there a time, gathering their thoughts and catching their breaths. The both of them were hot and sticky, coats slicked with sweat in the hot summer sun and reeking of the musk of their partner. They had fallen onto the damp bank and the cool water was beginning to soak in, chilling them. The weasel was the first to recover, slowly pulling himself free from the rabbit's form, standing on his hind legs and looking down at the buck. His muzzle was still damp with seed, some Pipkin's, some his own, dexterous tongue swiping across it, cleaning his fur.

"Mmmmn. Good longear, [b]very[/b] good. Not so hungry now."

"Y-yeah. So... do you want to learn how to fish or not? There's still time to teach you, once we get clean."

"I think yes, more food is good. But, if I do not catch any I think I will need to get another meal... elsewhere..."


Pipkin slowly climbed to his feet, padding slowly towards the welcomingly cool water. If there was one thing he'd learned it was to wash up after; strange smells only got you asked questions. Of course [i]he[/i] was expected to answer everything, but he was quite sure nobody would tell him a [i]thing[/i] about what had just happened. Yet another case of 'Hush Pipkin' for sure. It was a good thing his new friend was so eager to lead him through these new experiences. Perhaps another lesson today would be in order after all...