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TWELVE

By the time Turick decided to stop, his balls were completely rounded out, every last hint of what used to be four of Solierre's friends transformed into sloshing feline semen. The rabbit could feel the top of the leopard's left nut against his feet, the orb squishing and jiggling each time the leopard took a step. Yatchel, Ellis, and Jerard had all been melted down in that teste, but the leopard's left nut was only a little bit bigger than his right, where Bjorn had gurgled away on his own.

"This will do," Turick rumbled, looking around the hilltop he'd climbed to, the forest thinning around its gentle peak with a few boulders and rocky ledges replacing the trees. Right in front of them was a low ridge that bordered a shallow depression in the grass and dirt, a small basin about eight feet wide and three across. "It's perfect."

Solierre was trembling like mad. The leopard's tentacles had the bunny pinned up against Turick's chest, next to the immense shaft that wobbled under the hold of two of those tendrils right up against Solierre's side. The leopard's sentient tail loomed forward next to the rabbit, grinning that leering grin with Colem's bulge barely visible around the solid curve of Turick's side. That bulge still gave a squirm from time to time, but Colem must have exhausted himself by now, his form tucked down right next to Turick's lower back.

Without another word, the leopard began shifting his tentacles around Solierre. The two wrapped underneath the bunny's armpits slithered up around his arms, one spiraling around each wrist, while the other pair curled around his ankles, and the four tendrils slowly lifted the rabbit up and away from the leopard's chest. They pulled Solierre's limbs out into a wide "X," holding the naked bunny suspended and spread-eagled in front of the feline's predatory face.

An excited shudder ran up Turick's body, and Solierre could feel it in the scaled tentacles holding him, but for the longest time, the leopard merely stared over the shivering rabbit. It was warm out, enough so that Solierre wasn't chilly even without any clothes, but he couldn't stop shaking. He knew what Turick wanted, and he knew that he had no way to stop the monstrous leopard from getting it.

Slowly, Turick reached up and held his palm against the rabbit's face and the side of the smaller male's neck, that paw bigger than the bunny's head. "You're mine, Sol," he murmured. His other paw lifted to caress the rabbit's side, squeezing underneath the bunny's outstretched arm with the thumb brushing over the nipple hidden underneath the rabbit's fluff. "Every part of you. In every way." His other thumb hooked underneath the rabbit's chin, grazing down his throat as the leopard dragged that paw down Solierre's neck.

The bunny stared at the blue sky past Turick's shoulder, unable to meet the leopard's ravenous eyes. The thumb under his chin pulled his muzzle toward the leopard, though, and the tentacles drew Solierre closer. "I know you can't speak anymore. You'll never need to. But I want to see that you know it. That you understand it fully." His lower paw traced around to Solierre's back, rubbing slowly up and down the rabbit's spine. "You belong to me, Sol. You're my property, and you always have been. It's just that we're both only now discovering that." He brought his first paw down to join the second, caressing all over the rabbit's skinny upper body, and Solierre immediately turned his head to the side and screwed his eyes shut. "You're a toy, Sol. A beautifully decorated toy." The leopard traced a finger over one of Solierre's stripes where the black fur extended past the orange of his back and into the downy white in front of his waist. "You always have been. It's only now that the purpose of your existence is being realized."

A paw returned to Solierre's face, turning his muzzle back toward the leopard. "Open your eyes and look at me, Sol." Gulping, the rabbit did as he was told. "You understand, don't you? That your body is a tool to be used for my pleasure, and nothing else. You know it to be true, don't you?" The rabbit folded his ears back, eyes wide and pleading, but he was stopped from shaking his head by a broad finger against his lips. "Don't think about the question. Don't think about anything. Just nod."

The honest answer would have been a resounding, desperate "No!" But Solierre couldn't make himself look away from the leopard's intent green eyes, and he found himself following the larger male's command before he even realized what he was doing, his head dipping in a short, obedient nod.

"Good." Turick drew in a deep breath, closing his own eyes, and dragged his paw down the rabbit's chest and belly at an angle. Solierre's abdomen gave a ticklish twitch, but the paw was soon past that sensitive spot, moving toward his side, to the highest curve of his feminine hip, then grazing back in along the subtle V of his abdomen until it reached his groin. Thick fingers closed around the plump pouch of the rabbit's balls, giving them a firm squeeze and coaxing a silent gasp out of the bunny.

"It's exhausting, you know, pushing around all this extra weight." Fingertips still teasing across the rabbit's sack, he nodded down toward his own immense genitals, the leopard's balls resting on the ground below Solierre's spread legs. "Almost time to relieve all that pressure. But first..."

The tentacles lifted Solierre higher still, keeping him close enough that he could feel Turick's broad nose drag down his chest and belly, until the leopard's muzzle was hovering an inch from the rabbit's sheath. He could feel warm gusts tease around his downy sheath fur, then waft lower across his soft-furred scrotum. Then the feline's nose pressed against the front of those balls, pushing up against them and making them shift apart slightly in their snug pouch as they were pinned up against the bunny's groin. The rabbit hissed a breath in past his teeth when the tentacles around his ankles slowly stretched his legs wider, thick thighs parting inch by inch until he felt as if he was a wish bone between the writhing tendrils.

Then his balls and sheath were surrounded by wet heat, all at once, Turick's maw opening and sealing around the rabbit's entire package. A raspy tongue dragged down the shallow crease between his balls, sharp fangs grazing against the front of the rabbit's taint and the lowest slope of his flat belly, and he stared wide-eyed down at the top of Turick's head. The strain in his groin as his legs were pulled even farther out to the sides held arousal at bay at first, but it was only a matter of a few seconds before Solierre's little sheath started filling out, his twitching pink tip slipping free to poke at the roof of the leopard's mouth.

Turick pulled his muzzle back, his tongue dragging underneath the bunny's sack until the creamy white sheath and balls were free again, fur matted down with saliva and that peeking pink tip twitching from the cool breeze. Finally, the tentacles around Solierre's straining legs relented, slowly letting the rabbit's long limbs close and lower until they were dangling vertically below him. One of those tendrils let go while the other swiftly adjusted, binding his ankles together before he had a chance to kick his leg free.

Though it did unravel from his leg, that one free tendril didn't break contact with the bunny's fur, instead slowly creeping its way up the backs of his calves, teasing between his knees before gradually slithering back and forth across the backs of his thighs. "It's an amazing curiosity," Turick murmured, his eyes narrowed, "being able to feel with these. I never thought to imagine how someone else's fur would feel against scales. It almost makes me envy Marcel."

Solierre shuddered as the tentacle slithered up his leg, pausing with its tip at the crease between his thigh and his right buttock. It slowly pressed into the lower curve of that soft, fleshy mound, pushing the rabbit's right cheek upward slightly beside its twin, then slipping away, letting the bunny's rump bounce back and perk as he flexed and squirmed in embarrassment.

"I can even see through the snake's eyes," Turick added, and Solierre realized the leopard's living tail was poised behind him. When the rabbit twisted his neck around to look at the serpent, he found its face a couple feet behind his rump, staring avidly with that black-scaled tendril hovering beside it. Then the tentacle lashed forward and struck hard across both of the bunny's rear cheeks, sending a bouncing jiggle up through Solierre's feminine backside. It lashed him again, and again, and Turick had to wrap his paws around the rabbit's waist to keep him from writhing around too much to aim.

A much more solid impact hammered into his left cheek, the snake's broad nose slamming into him, only to pull back and let the thinner tentacle continue its whipping strokes. Solierre had his teeth clenched, face turned upward and eyes wide from the assault. It didn't hurt too badly at first, but the more times he was struck, the more sensitive his bottom's skin became, and the more tender the soft flesh beneath. It wasn't long before his breath was hitching in silent whimpers, but if Turick noticed, the leopard didn't care. The feline's eyes were watching him, but had a partly vacant look, and Solierre realized the creature was paying more attention through the eyes of the serpent behind him.

The rabbit had never been particularly vain, but he knew he was reasonably attractive, and had always been flattered by the kind of attention some of the other apprentices had given him since he arrived in Belleton a few months ago. He'd never been looked at that way in the village where he'd been born. Now, though, he merely felt embarrassed and humiliated. He didn't want Turick to be paying him this kind of attention, not anymore, and he lowered his tail uselessly over the top of his rump from the mortification of it all. Worse was the shame he felt when he noticed the cool breeze around his bare penis, the burn in his rear cheeks somehow coaxing his member the rest of the way free from his sheath, flaccid still and wobbling in front of him with each strike.

The snake rammed into him again, making his entire middle buckle forward between the tentacles still holding his arms and legs. More lashes with the fourth tentacle, and then the serpent struck diagonally from the side, catching Solierre by surprise.

Turick's huge erection bumped against the rabbit's knees as he was spanked, but he was still held too high for more than that broad, tapered tip to touch him. After a few more lashes, though, Turick's hands moved around the rabbit's hips and gripped twin pawfuls of bunny ass, fingertips digging firmly into the burning pelt and prying the cheeks apart. Something tickled at the exposed pink of Solierre's tailstar, then the serpent's broad nose replaced its forked tongue and wedged itself between his cheeks, directly under his tail. The leopard's paws adjusted their grip, squeezing inward instead of pulling and smushing the bunny's cheeks around the front of the snake's face, making Solierre's ears flush both from embarrassment and from the sting of having his tenderized backside manhandled.

The leopard leaned in, resting his chin against the rabbit's lithe and stretched belly and looking up at Solierre's face with a lifted eyebrow. "That was for trying to use Colem's staff."

The rabbit's head slumped forward, a helpless tear forming at the corner of his eye, but he arched his back with another silent gasp when he felt the snake's forked tongue tickle once more against his dimpled entrance, matched by Turick's rougher tongue dragging up over the front of Solierre's balls at the same time. With his legs still tucked together, the bunny's sack was squished forward between his upper thighs, making an easy target for the feline. "How is it," the leopard murmured with a lusty groan, nosing underneath the rabbit's twitching member and propping it up against Solierre's lower abdomen, "that you still taste like candy? Have you been bathing in sugar water?"

Turick pulled back then, and so did his tail, leaving the bunny held unmolested in a stretched-out "Y" while the snake and leopard stared at each other. "I see," Turick said after another moment or two, nodding. "It's my musk. I knew it changed people to suit my needs, but I didn't realize just how much." He grinned at Solierre, lowering the rabbit to be face to face with him. "I always did have a sweet tooth."

The leopard's cinnamon aroma was almost as thick in the air as before, of course, but Solierre had been breathing it for so long during the shuffling trek through the forest, he'd stopped noticing it. It was slightly weaker now than it had been that morning, since the cat's unnatural semen wasn't coating everything in sight, but it still filled the rabbit's sinuses and lungs with every breath.

The rabbit jumped in place when he felt something smooth brush across the topside of his modest penis. Turick's extra tentacle moved over the upper base of that slender shaft, right against the sheath, and then slowly began circling its way around the bunny's wide hip, looping snugly around the very center of Solierre's bottom. Once it formed a single circle around the rabbit's hips, it started squeezing, compressing the little male's plush butt cheeks and making the tri-colored fur bulge out above and below it. It was uncomfortable, especially as raw and sensitive as the bunny's rump was now, but worse still was the anticipation. Turick had that hungry glint in his eye again, though that had never truly left.

The tendrils around the rabbit's wrists drew his arms straight up above his head, and like with his legs, one left while the other snagged both forearms in its spiral grip, squeezing his arms tight together. It left his body dangling in a vertical line in front of the leopard and drawn tight while the newly freed tentacle first touched the back of his head between his pinned back ears, then slowly slithered down his neck and past his shoulder blades, exploring the subtle contours of the small of his back, then reaching the top of his left buttock where it was bunched up beside his tail by the other tentacle still squeezing tightly around it.

Solierre tried to peer around past his shoulder when he felt that second tendril creeping down alongside his tail, but he was held too taut to twist that far. He could feel it, though, that pointed tip flicking at the tops of his round cheeks where they were pressed together, nudging down and wedging between their upper curves. The rabbit tensed, expecting the worst, but when the tendril wriggled deeper between his squished-together buttocks, it glided past the smooth heat of his tailhole. Tucked inside the clenching band of the other tentacle, it explored the length of the crease between Solierre's soft cheeks, grazed under his taint and curved forward between his thighs. When he looked down over himself, the bunny could see his ballsack get bumped forward before the black tentacle squeezed up underneath it to flick at his dangling, half hard cock.

The rabbit looked up at Turick's face, but the leopard just gave him a small grin before sliding that tentacle back up the canyon of Solierre's squished ass, then down and forward again. The leopard's paws began caressing up and down the bunny's sides while the tentacle started thrusting slowly between his cheeks, the coil around the rabbit's hips constantly undulating and gripping tight enough to make him clench his eyes shut at the discomfort.

It wasn't long before the thrusting tendril slid its way free, and Solierre opened his eyes to watch it warily as it moved up in front of his face. It nudged at his nose, then his lips, but he kept his muzzle sealed shut, giving Turick a plaintive shake of his head. The leopard merely shrugged, then lowered that tentacle down the front of the rabbit's body, slithering the length of it through Solierre's pale chest and belly fluff, then nestling it down over the bunny's upper thigh. It prodded the rabbit's sack to one side with a little wobble from those balls, then crept back between the bunny's thighs again, following its earlier path in reverse. Creeping along the rabbit's taint, it soon wedged between his lower cheeks and squeezed back up within its coiled twin's grasp around Solierre's rump.

The coiling tentacle squeezed even harder, drawing a gasp from the bunny as his round cheeks billowed even more dramatically above and below its single band. At the same time, the other scaled tendril reached the heated crevice of the little male's pucker, and this time, it didn't move past.

Its tip was positioned right at the center of the hidden triangle of bare, smooth flesh, and as Solierre gulped and trembled in anticipation, it started pressing up against him, the slightly rounded point pushing directly against the middle of his tailhole's subtle wrinkles. "You're so tight already," Turick murmured, "and after I impaled you just this morning. That's the musk's work, too, of course." The pressure underneath Solierre's tail grew from uncomfortable to painful, and he gradually spread open around the tentacle's three-inch girth. "We'll just have to loosen you back up, then."

It might not have matched Turick's massive phallus, but the tentacle was still bigger around than any natural erection, save perhaps a horse's, and Solierre was gritting his teeth at the sky by the time the fourth inch was inside him. Before that morning he had been a virgin, and he still had never been penetrated starting from that end by anything bigger than his own finger. The tendril around his ankles kept his legs bound together, creeping partway up his calves, and the one around his girlish butt only squeezed all the tighter, keeping him from even dreaming of relaxing. That seemed to be how Turick wanted it, the leopard's chest heaving in pleasure as his invading tentacle was slowly surrounded by the crushingly snug heat of Solierre's body. The feline's huge shaft throbbed, flexing up and thumping against his chiseled abdomen and chest, and he drove another couple inches of that scaled tendril inside up between the rabbit's cheeks with a single, sharp thrust, the tentacle's scales glistening where they slid across the bunny's groin.

Turick's paws moved to the sides of the bunny's face, completely engulfing the smaller male's head and pulling Solierre into a fierce kiss. His muzzle tilted, and his thick thumbs pressed at the back of the rabbit's jaws until the smaller male opened up, too. Then that thick, raspy tongue was invading Solierre's petite maw, filling it and slathering against his own tongue, pressing at the insides of his cheeks, curling behind his flat teeth.

All the while the slick, scaled length invading his bottom was squirming its way deeper, bending slightly now and again and forcing silent groans from the bunny. Its slow, slithering thrusts carried it up into the rabbit's belly, his insides now a straight chute from anus to stomach thanks to that morning's infusion of cinnamon, and Solierre's breath caught in his throat at the thought of how much more of that unnatural musk he was inhaling every second. Were those fumes done changing him? What else could they do to him? But it wasn't like he could hold his breath the entire time Turick had his way with him.

Not again.

One of Turick's paws glided down, curling briefly around the rabbit's throat with a gentle squeeze before tracing over the bunny's chest and lower, to where a subtle bulge was wriggling and thrusting right behind the rabbit's belly button. While he kept their lips locked in that one-sided kiss, he pressed the flat of his palm against Solierre's abdomen at the same time as the tentacle inside the rabbit's body curled forward, its tip pushing out against the leopard's paw and pinching the thin layer of flesh and downy pelt between them.

Solierre started thrashing, but the leopard growled and cupped behind his head, mashing the bunny's lips harder into the feline's broad, toothy muzzle. The rabbit could feel the tendril inside him teasing at the lower entrance to his esophagus, finding it, then wriggling its way up into his chest. It passed behind his diaphragm, and his breath caught again as he felt it continue to delve its way slowly up between his lungs. It wasn't thrusting now, but pushing steadily, remorselessly, and Solierre knew it wasn't going to stop. His chest burned, the pillar of the tentacle feeling like a sentient pole, fluid and solid at the same time. It burrowed higher and higher, up to his collar bones, until he could feel it bulging his throat under his adam's apple. Turick's paw traced its progress the entire way, closing around the rabbit's throat and squeezing once more.

Then he could taste it.

The bunny's throat stretched wide all the way up past his lower jaw, and the slimy wet tentacle was suddenly there in his mouth, pushing back Turick's tongue. The leopard didn't pull back from the kiss, though, instead suckling around his own tentacle with a wide-mouthed grin, letting it extend into his muzzle while squeezing again around Solierre's neck, feeling the bulge of that tendril under his thumb.

The leopard did eventually break the kiss, letting the end of the tentacle break into the cool evening air. The shining black length only slithered out further, forcing Solierre's head to look straight above him, craning up between his pinned arms while several inches, then a full foot of black tendril was swaying above his widestretched mouth. It began to bend, curling over his little nose and resting over the bridge of his muzzle, draping between his eyes and over the top of his head.

"Yesss," Turick rumbled. He let his paws fall from Solierre's fur, the rabbit getting drawn farther away in front of the leopard by the grasps around his wrists, ankles, and hips. "Just like that..." The tentacle impaling the rabbit curved ever so slightly, forcing the bunny's lithe form to arch in a gradual, backward bend, his abdomen stretched taut with the tentacle's bulge still wriggling underneath the fur.

Solierre ached all over, stretched from wrists to ankles and filled with that unyielding, scaly tube. His toes splayed out when it began moving inside him again, back and forth, up and down, an extra foot or more reaching into the air above his head before sliding back the other way.

"Breathe, Sol," Turick crooned. The tentacle around the rabbit's hips finally loosened its hold and fell away from him, letting his bottom plump out to two proper, fleshy bubbles again. "I can feel your lungs; I know you're not breathing, and I don't want you to faint this time."

The rabbit tried to do as he was told, his lungs quivering where they hugged around the rod in his esophagus, but he just couldn't draw in a breath past its girth, no matter that it was so much narrower than the last thing that had plunged down his throat.

"I said breathe," Turick repeated, more firmly this time. A moment later, the tentacle that had been cradling the rabbit's ass whipped out and struck it again, viciously hard. He was rotated sideways, still forced to arch back in a taut curve, and his perked buttocks were lashed again. That time, a shuddering gasp through his nostrils forced air past the tentacle invading him, the little male's lungs swelling and squeezing around it. As if learning to breathe for the first time, once he'd started, the bunny was able to keep drawing thin, half-strangled breaths in through his nose, but Turick didn't stop swatting him with that last tentacle, even when Solierre shot him a pleading look from the corner of his eye.

"This time," the leopard murmured, "I'm just doing it because you look so gorgeous like that." His smile was gentle, and at odds with the solid thrashing his tentacle was giving the rabbit's thighs and rump, but the serpent tail's expression matched the actions as it lifted up beside the feline's face, the two of them watching side by side. The snake was grinning again, lips tight with malign satisfaction, and as Solierre was repeatedly spanked by the black tentacle, gulping helplessly around the one skewering him, he wondered for the first time which of the two was more in control, the snake or the cat.

Turick seemed confident enough, pumping with both paws up and down his immense phallus while he abused the rabbit, the enormity of the leopard's scrotum wobbling over the dirt with his constant adjustments of balance. Solierre lost sight of him as he was turned the rest of the way around, giving the feline and his sentient tail a full-on view of the bunny's jiggling bottom, his rear cheeks rippling around the tentacle lodged between them each time they were struck.

Head tilted back and face aimed toward the heavens, Solierre couldn't see anything except blue sky, puffy clouds, and writhing tentacles, the one spewing from his mouth reaching father and farther, until there was enough of it past his lips to curl down and wrap possessively around his neck. It didn't strangle him, but it did squeeze, making itself known and distracting him from the renewed stinging coming from under his tail. He was almost grateful for that. His bottom was burning with those harsh slaps.

When the spanking stopped, though, to be replaced by another scaly prod up between his battered cheeks, the rabbit found himself wishing Turick would go back to whipping him. Even though he knew better, and from experience, Solierre couldn't believe what the leopard was about to try to do. There was no way the rabbit could fit two of those thick tendrils inside of him! He started squirming again, panting through his nose and twisting at the coils around his wrists and ankles, but he was held too securely to move much at all.

"Hold still," Turick grunted, as that second tentacle pushed above the first only to slip up the bunny's fuzzy crack and shove the little leaf of a tail against the small of his back. The coil around the rabbit's neck tightened enough to make his eyes bulge, and he stopped moving, once again unable to breathe. "Better," the leopard murmured, and the second tendril returned to the bunny's stretched entrance, grazing a slow circle around his rim and inner cheeks. "...But you're right. I don't want to stretch you out too much." Slowly, the little male's neck was released, and he choked in a long, slow breath as that tentacle ever so gradually slid back down through his body. It seemed to pull air into his lungs in its wake, the rabbit's windpipe opening as the gullet in front of it collapsed.

Then the tentacle was wriggling free of his lower chest and abdomen, leaving him feeling hollowed out as it plopped all the way out, swaying off to one side and glistening with the fluids from inside Solierre's body. He felt cool air tease under his tail and up through his insides, but it only lasted a second or two. "Just look at you snapping tight again like that," Turick growled huskily. The spit-soaked tendril wrapped then around the rabbit's slender waist while the other returned to his ankle, spreading his legs again and baring him to the leopard behind him as he was tilted forward. "All that effort might have been for nothing." Strong hands grasped the bunny's hips, thumbs pressing into the fullness of his tiger-striped rump. They parted his cheeks with a firm squeeze, but not nearly enough for Turick's crown to fit between them properly. That battering ram pushed against Solierre's inner buttocks, squishing the fluffy padding inward before the soft cheeks billowed out to the sides, hugging around that rubbery, round tip as it squashed itself underneath his tail.

"Rrrm. I wish you could see yourself from this angle, Sol," the leopard groaned, filling his paws with the bunny's broad hips, his fingers curling around the smaller male's lower belly and upper thighs while his thumbs continued to press dimples into the rabbit's spread buttocks.

"This...is going to feel so good."