[b]Tricked for Treat[/b]

The sun was a golden orb, low in the sky but still a few hours away from setting. It loomed unusually large on the horizon, tinting the sky with the glow of a dying fire. This blended in nicely with the gold of the fields, full of ripe wheat awaiting harvest. It was the very tail end of autumn, with the barest hint of winter in the air. For humans this was the time of pumpkins, but for rabbits it was the season of apples; fallen from the trees and ripe for, well not picking, but gathering up in the short few weeks before the snow hit and they rotted to mush. Up on the downs, where the grass was wild and lush and specked with wildflowers, a light brown doe lay spread-eagled on the ground, catching her breath and turning her attention to a red and juicy fruit she'd only recently been distracted from.

"Well if they can say anything about you Hawkbit, it's that you have a silver tongue."


Still breathing heavily the lapine nibbled absent-mindedly at the half-devoured apple in front of her, slaking her thirst with its juices. Behind her and under her tail there was a muffled reply as a slate-gray buck slaked [i]his[/i] thirst in a similar fashion. She couldn't make out much of what was said, the bunny being at the wrong end from her ears, but she heard the self-satisfied snicker. Sure enough Hawkbit pulled himself upright, muzzle still slightly damp from recent events and wearing a grin so full of self-assured pride that he would have had to eat a bushel of lemons to wipe it from his face.

"Oh that's the [i]least[/i] they say about me. In fact, perhaps at another time you and I could..."


The doe, Buttercup by name, looked back at the cocky male, who was in an awkward half-sitting pose, his hindquarters still splayed in a similar position to her own. A long and bushy looking tail was just visible behind him. The buck had done an admirable job pleasing her, even comparing favorably with her own mate, who knew her body inside and out. She also knew from distant experience that he wasn't half bad at... breeding though she hadn't indulged him in that way... well since their first time, seasons ago. He'd still got off quite powerfully, several minutes before she had in fact, but it hadn't been the doe's doing. She saw him wink conspiratorially and make suggestive motions with his paws. She smiled back, already having something... unexpected in mind.

"mmmnn... perhaps..."

Hawkbit endeavored to grin even more widely. In his own mind he had won her over. Coming back to the present after this moment of celebration he tried to get to his feet, hind legs scrabbling irritably at the limp brown body of the squirrel buck lying there. Gradually he managed to pull himself upright; he would have preferred to have fucked in a less awkward position, but there had only been one way to fit between the pair. There was a sticky, wet noise as he pulled out, still erect but fading fast. He'd had a [i]very[/i] good time after all. He made his way to the communal apple, attacking it in unison with Buttercup. They ate in silence for a few minutes, all talk having been taken care of earlier. The rabbit they were waiting on took slightly longer than half an apple's worth of time to appear, bounding uncertainly over a low hill looking very, very unsure of himself.

"Hawk... Hawkbit? Hello...?"

"Over here, do you want an apple? It's very good!"

"I uh... no. Are you... alone?"

"Yes, aside from company. Don't be such a mouse Dandelion! Everything's under control!"

The straw-colored rabbit advanced, but very cautiously., as if afraid the ground itself might swallow him up. This turned out to be very prescient of him since as he approached the 'grass' moved. What had seemed to be a small mound in it was revealed to be a rather substantial fox, yawning as he stretched out and banished the stiffness from his limbs. Dandelion backed off and cowered in the grass as the predator rose up before him, eying him with disdain. Yet the other two rabbits remained unmoved, Hawkbit even grinning slightly as he looked over his shoulder at the canine hunter. It wasn't as if the canine was unknown to any of the rabbits present, he was the mate of the doe and had... interfered with the bucks.

"Hey stud, here; sloppy thirds, you earned it."

Hawkbit roughly kicked the now much lighter apple in the direction of the vulpine. The fox growled with mild annoyance but nonetheless bent down to snap up the fruit in a single smooth movement, crunching on it nosily, rivulets of juice dripping down his chin. Unlike most elil, foxes at least had a sweet tooth. Still, anyone who knew the gray buck might have been surprised at the audacity on display; Hawkbit had been on the wrong side of a fox more than once in his short life after all. But he also had a boundless arrogance that often got the better of him and was on immediate display the instant he had an advantage. And he was [i]enjoying[/i] how uncomfortable his friend was at that moment. As for the fox, one end was full of apple and the other... occupied.

The fox finished stretching and stood, towering over the bunnies beside him. Dandelion let out another worried whimper, but it was nothing compared to the strangled yelp that could be heard from below the vulpine's hindquarters. The squirrelbuck, who had been lying flat on the grass for the past hour, had been suddenly jerked up into the air owing to being tied very [i]very[/i] securely to a very big and well satisfied fox. Normally such a thing might have been expected to hinder the larger male's movement; but the fox quickly and easily got to his feet, dragging the jizz-soaked brown brushtail with him, the smaller form so light as to be barely noticeable in terms of weight. Indeed rather than hanging limply between the rusty-furred legs the squirrel's form was held at a definite angle by the massive knotted cock that was buried so deeply within him, body twitching weakly as the fox stepped slowly forward, licking off the last traces of juice that clung to his muzzle.

The sight was a further shock to Dandelion, who had never seen anyone or anything, buck or doe, impaled so deeply on such a large length. The little rodent had been properly tied, well and truly. His hind legs were splayed wide, tail draped over his back with a massive, multi-lobed knot nestled securely inside him. The bulge of it could be clearly seen in his tan chest, swelling it out so much that the tiny buck's own rigid length could barely be seen; his stomach also rather obviously filled with a massive load, bloating the buck as much as if he'd eaten a whole tree of acorns. He seemed to slosh as the fox stepped about, his whole body seemingly stretched over the thick foxcock that still jutted proudly, if invisibly between the vulpine's legs, holding it's living captive condom up off the ground with the sheer rigidity of its arousal.

It was very apparent that the squirrel couldn't move a single paw. His eyes were glazed, mouth hanging open and leaking a mixture of drool and rabbit seed, tongue lolling limply. All he could focus on was the hot pressure in his backside, the thick fox seed filling him to bursting. A glassy pair of eyes stared, unfocused at the ground beneath him, his body suspended in the air as the fox moved, kept far from anything he might grip to at least attempt to pull himself free, had he even an ounce of strength left in his stretched and filled form. Each step made the squirrel sheath jerk about slightly, if still held solidly in place by the vulpine member wearing him like a fuzzy condom, tugging blissfully at the knot that still locked him in place. The slightest movements making him whimper quietly, the fox responding in kind as the crushing warmth wrapped around his dick like a velvet vice kept him rock hard. Occasional spurts of seed managed to leak from the abused rear; mere trickles forced out from the incredible pressure the buck was under, soaking into his fur as the thick jizz dripped down his stomachfur, along his chin and off the tip of his nose. Maybe it mixed with Hawkbit's load, the rabbit having done his best to breed the buck's muzzle just minutes earlier. Or maybe the squirrel had been so well filled that the two loads had both been forced into his stomach and were now leaking jointly from every hold the brushtail had. At any rate the sharp smell of fertile seed was almost enough to drown out the powerful scent of fox musk that hung around the entire area and had permeated every fiber of the squirrelbuck's being. He reeked of musk, sex and violation, an odor that no amount of grooming would remove anytime soon. He had been thoroughly used, filled and marked as a jizzrag both inside and out by no less than two males in as many hours and it was quite obvious to everyone present that his ordeal was far from over.

Dandelion was utterly transfixed. He'd seen, and bred, the squirrel before; the buck was well known as a never-do-well, cockwarmer and all-round slut, but he never would have expected his little cocksleeve to have been able to take [i]anything[/i] of that magnitude. The rigid inches sunk so deeply into a soft and stretched love tunnel surely had to be lodged somewhere under the broken buck's ribcage.

"How.. how is he even...?"

"Flexible little slut ain't he? Little rat raided Buttercup's seed store, got half of it. Well, since he wanted to be filled with tasty seed so bad, 'Cup here suggested that we help give him a meal he'd never forget. You should take a turn, I'm sure there's still a [i]bit[/i] of room left in that slutty stomach for another load... unless our friend here has any objections?"


There was no response, save a quiet gurgle, from the squirrel, still utterly blissed out and broken by the massive male lodged inside him. Dandelion remained where he was, rooted in place by amazement and fear. He himself had once been a victim of the fox, and hadn't been able to hop straight for a week. The squirrel's walking days were likely behind him now, though he was being [i]taken[/i] for a brisk walk as the fox approached. In just a few seconds the canine was looming over him, the rabbit buck able to sit neatly beneath the light-furred stomach as the predator took one last step forward. This left the impaled squirrel just a few inches away from him, as if being proudly presented to the bunny like a trophy... or maybe invitingly offered for further fun...

Despite himself Dandelion felt his own twitching member emerging from its sheath, the blush of arousal blooming beneath his fur. This was partly due to the fact that it had been some time since he'd had a warm and welcoming hole to use, partly because of the sheer, heart-pounding terror of his current situation and partly because there was a satisfied and [i]very[/i] alluring doe not to far away filling the air with enough pheromones to drive the grass itself into heat. Despite himself the randy rabbit was starting to seriously consider the offer.

"Well... he [i]did[/i] go after her seeds. Pumpkin right? Those are the devil to get; if Man didn't throw them away this time of year we'd never get [i]any.[/i]"

"Exactly! So go on, have some fun! He's a little loose, but that's only to be expected."


Dandelion gulped, still rather less certain than his gray friend about being so close to so much predator. But he reached out and gripped the squirrel, and the length within him, with a paw, steadying the bloated buck as he felt his own shaft twitch to full mast, betraying his now obvious arousal. The fox growled, remembering an earlier tryst with the buck. It was a small pity he'd not get the chance to take him again, at least not [i]now.[/i] But this could be, if anything, even better. He could feel the smaller buck's paw on his shaft, even through the sung squirrel sheath that enveloped it. Below him the squirrel whimpered slightly as the stiff length buried within him twitched and stiffened slightly. A second paw joined the first, holding the squirrel in place between two larger males. With the fox standing the squirrel's limp body was positioned neatly between the bunny's legs, head at almost the perfect height, the quivering lapine shaft brushing softly against matted chestfur, a heavy and full pair of bunny balls rubbing underneath the squirrel's chin. All the rabbit had to do was to shift his hips slightly, line his tip up and buck forward....

"Hnnnk!"

"Nnnf! Little bitch [b]is[/b] loose!"

"Told ya, he was [i]made[/i] to take dick. Enjoy, I did."


There was absolutely no resistance; inch after inch of Dandelion's dick slipped effortlessly down an unprotesting throat as he hilted himself into the brown buck with his first thrust. The dazed squirrel barely even responded, gagging weakly on the thick, throbbing length fucking his muzzle but lacking the energy to even squeak in protest. Had he been this broken in when Hawkbit had taken him? The other bunny buck didn't know and didn't much care. Now that he was buried up to his balls in warm and welcoming wetness his last traces of concern burned away in the heat of the moment. He felt his hips moving on their own as he started to thrust away, body settling into an instinctive pattern with ease. The air was already filled with the scents of sex, not only of bunny buck and doe but the far more potent and feral scent of the fox. As strange and dominating as it was, it was also somehow rather enticing, the sheer strength and power it spoke of driving the lapine to further exertion, as if he had to prove himself somehow to the other watching males. And if that proof involved filling the slutty squirrel like he deserved then that was all for the better.

The efforts of the breeding buck were not going unnoticed, at least be the canine male. While the squirrel sheath clung to consciousness as little more than a warm tightness wrapped around two stiff members, the flurry of attention beneath the vulpine hindquarters was all that it took to rouse the fox into his third mating of the day. Though he remained steadfast and standing his hips began to move slowly but powerfully, able to thrust forward with such strength that the bunny below was pushed slowly backwards. The positioning was perfect; every time the vulpine's hips twitched they forced the squirrel down onto Dandelion's dick. He held tightly to the buck and tried to match the downward pushes with upwards thrusts, burying himself as deeply into the brushtail's throat as he could. With the assistance of the massive male above this as easily said as done, for even without moving an inch the squirrel's muzzle would be rammed down to kiss his sheath in a slow and steady rhythm. If he wanted he could just sit there and let himself be milked by the moist muzzle, but the heady musk of arousal encouraged him to adopt a more feral state, his paws gripping at the squirrel's furry form tightly, claws extended as he held on tightly to the shifting, twitching buck. With the warm, wet and well lubricated hole that was sliding rapidly up and down his cock he knew he wouldn't last long.

All the while the fox remained relatively unmoved, bar the steady thrusting of his hips. He'd already gone twice after all, but the third time was also proving to be a charm. The tightly stretched squirrel amply insulated his cock form the feral grasping of the bunny whose arms were wrapped around it, seemingly pawing him off through his newly minted cocksleeve. It was a most delightful sensation, and if he closed his eyes he could imagine the smaller buck stroking him, working his shaft with speed and grace and need. He and his mate sometimes did that; it was always a pleasure to wake to the feeling of soft paws stroking you to climax. If he shut his eyes he could imagine her now, beneath him, teasing him and driving him onwards. He growled with pleasure and bucked even harder into the tight and gripping embrace.

As for the semi-conscious squirrel, he was desperately trying to breathe through his nose, inhaling the smell of hot and horny sex at the same time, the overpowering musk and thrusts helping his own climax build. The two mating males continued to show no sign of stopping, the abused buck knowing, somewhere in his lust-addled mind, that he would be forced to blow his load soon, and probably first too. He would have blushed bright red at feeling so dirty, embarrassed and used, but by that point he'd already been a cocksleeve for several hours and was far, far beyond that point. Nothing but the smell of sex filled his nose, and only the sounds of thrusting and gasping filled his ears. His battered and abused prostate sent shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body as he shuddered and twitched, helplessly sandwiched between two larger and more powerful males. He could feel the tip of the massive cock bumping all of the way against his stomach with each deep-dicked thrust, almost meeting the smaller, though still impressive length that was rammed down his throat. He could barely breathe, stars danced in front of his eyes in the brief moments when a sandy-colored pair of bunny balls weren't slapping against his face and obscuring his vision.

Somehow, defying all logic, he could feel the throbbing knot within him grow larger and more stiff, stretching him to and past his limits as he was wrapped around the veritable jackhammer of a cock. He could do little but moan in response as his own erect penis twitched and jerked between his thighs with each hilt of fox or bunny dick, his body limp and helpless. The diminutive rodent felt the thick meat pushing into his deepest reaches, seeking somehow to violate him even more thoroughly than it already had. Even as things grew more and ore intense the buck reached his limit and his quivering cock erupted spurts of white semen onto the ground in front of him. He wanted to cry out, the moan with pleasure like a bitch in heat, to beg for more, to plead for mercy, to whimper with pleasure. But the sounds were choked out of him, his throat full of rabbit meat so that only the most pathetic of squeaks could be heard amidst the sounds of aggressive mating. As he continued to be used his twitching shaft shot further ropes of seed, thin and weak, unimpressive even by the standards of the increasingly thick spurts of pre leaking from his abused holes, the small squirrel already spent by his earlier breedings.

This was followed by Dandelion's own climax. By that point he could barely help himself; he was being forcefully sucked off by a velvety muzzle that was being slammed into his crotch as deeply as it could go, as if trying to force the spunk from his bloated and churning balls. He was moaning and twitching almost as much as the squirrel himself, blushing red and biting his own tongue to try and avoid broadcasting his moans of pleasure to the world. Everything just felt so good, his mind had gone almost completely blank, feral instincts taking over. All he wanted to do was to cum, to blow his hot, thick load into the submissive buck's mouth. The only thought that kept whirling about in his mind was the moment of climax, the gasping and drooling bunny desperate for release.

"Nnnngh! F-FFUCK! Take it! Take it all you slut!"


Dandelion squirmed where he stood, legs twitching and his foot to tapping on the ground a bit as if it were trying to perform a drum solo. As waves of pleasure surged through him he clung tightly to the limp brushtailed body, squeezing his arms around it like a vice, even managing to elicit a protesting squeak in response. He used the firm grip of his paws to help get the protest, gagging mouth even further down onto his swollen meat. He wanted so badly to watch the thieving slut swallow his seed, how delightful it would feel to pull out and cover his fucktoy with seed, paint his face like the jizz rag he was and mark him inside and out. His whole body started shaking and held onto the buck's body tightly as his cock started to finally shoot jets of hot sticky seed into his mouth. The orgasm was so intense that it hit him like a jackhammer, almost literally. His whole body spasmed as his cock pulsed and spat, pouring a thick, massive load straight into the nut nibbler's stomach directly. His knees went weak and he slumped forward, even as his hips were still pistoning away, hanging off of the squirrel as he dug his claws deep into the soiled fur of his partner. Everything went black, his eyes squeezing closed as a wave of pure bliss enveloped him.

Above him the fox's eyes went wide. With the rabbit's sudden collapse he now had the combined weight of a bunny and squirrel hanging solely from his knot. The brushtail's body was tugged firmly and insistently downwards, trying to wrench itself off of his shaft but being held their by the tightness of the tie as well as the bunny buck's arms wrapped tightly around it. But the sheer, continual weight on his dick was slowly and surely stretching the squirrel's abused hole, tugging it down his knot like a velvet vice. He'd never done anything like this before, never experienced such crushing tightness. It quite possibly could have injured his partner which was something that the hunter had never wished to do. But now he had no choice but to stand there, utterly transfixed on the spot as the squirrelbuck's rear gaped wider and wider. His fur stood on end, his tail bottlebrushed and he grit his teeth to try and stifle a growl of pure pleasure. The clenching, spasming insides of the bucktooth's love tunnel gripped and caressed every inch of his cock, aided by the vicelike grip of Dandelion who was still clinging like a limpet to his length. It was as if a thousand satin paws were all gripping and stroking and squeezing and twisting over his shaft, more intensely by the second. With a veritable howl he came.

Jizz [i]poured[/i] out of his pulsing cock like a flood gushing from a broken dam. He immediately felt the warm fluid bathe his length, increasing the pressure in the smaller male as a surprisingly large load was coaxed from him. His cock felt white hot, a lightning rod of pleasure as it pulsed and struck, twice, thrice, five times, ten! There was a spasm and twin jets of seed shot from the squirrel's nose, more likely Dandelion's than the vulpine's load, but either could have been true by then. The tiny male had been inflated like a fuzzy balloon, his gut bulging from the combined mass of five loads and two dicks. [i]Still[/i] the dual peak continued, dragging the squirrel along with it.The immense pressure and tugging weight finally won out, the brushtail *popping* off of the massive, multi-lobed knot with a sickening, sticky *splorch* sound. Dandelion fell backwards, his length likewise pulling free from the buck's drooling mouth.

But things were not yet finished, even though it now twitched and quivered in the open air the fox's length had only begun its release. Thick ropes of cum jetted from its tip, arcing through the air to splatter messily across the prone squirrel's body, painting him from head to toe. At his other end the last few weak spurts of Dandelion's own emissions spurted weakly from him, painting a bucktoothed face with more seed. Both males remained where they were, marking their quarry with differing degrees of dominance. The fox, having just barely been able to maintain control and not simply collapse where he stood, grit his teeth and snarled triumphantly, expertly shooting blast after blast of sticky seed onto the jizz puddle that has now more spooge than squirrel. Dandelion quite less than a minute later, collapsing panting on his back, staring up at the light tan chest of the hunter above him, utterly spent. But the fox continued for several minutes more, pushing himself on by simply clenching his muscles and willing himself to dump more and more of his hot load on the nearly drowned male below, getting not a small amount of it on the light brown rabbit as well.

Finally, after emptying himself to his own satisfaction, the fox gave a snort, took a deep breath and stepped forward, as if nothing unusual had happened. Approaching the pair of bunnies who had been watching, increasingly impressed, the whole time, he sat down heavily next to Buttercup and began catching his breath. Hawkbit snickered as he looked over the now comatose squirrel, who had simply passed out under the pounding and pressure.

"You okay there Dand? You look a little... sticky. Not nearly as bad as our little thieving 'friend' there of course. I [i]do[/i] hope he can get up, if that dries he'll be stuck there for Frith knows how long."


Utterly speechless and surprisingly drained, Dandelion could do little but struggle muzzily to his feet. He felt [i]immensely[/i] satisfied considering he'd spent the previous half our stuck under a fox. But he was dying for a drink, or maybe a sweet snack.

"P... pity there's no more apple. I could go for a little something right now."

"Eh, there's some more in the orchard. Our foxy friend here can carry six at once, c'mon, we can head there now and he'll show ya."


This was silently agreed to be a good idea, and the three rabbits, fox in tow, turned towards where the apple orchard awaited, at the bottom of the hill, and made their way towards it. For the moment at least predator and prey were getting along. Tomorrow might well be a different story, but that was hours away yet, on the other side of sunset. Behind them they left a wide swathe of flattened grass, a small and very sticky squirrel and a large and equally sticky puddle.