Rutted In The Rabbit Hole
When a predator misjudges her step and ends up at the mercy of her prey, she finds out what it's like to be on the other end of the balance of nature.
_This is a story that was so brilliantly and efficiently cooked up in a single day, with the greatly valued assistance of @Animatedwolf - who's most likely responsible for this story being written in the first place, rather than becoming another one of my half-baked ideas, and for making sure it wasn't riddled with all those errors I left in it. Hooray! _
And yes, I know a hare and a rabbit are different. The funny story behind the species I chose, is actually because I had to use them in a recent ecology assignment, so the Canadian Lynx can go to hell! :D
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Rutted In The Rabbit Hole
Nadia silently cursed herself for picking a hiding spot right opposite where the morning sun hung, meaning she had to use one of her broad paws as a shield if she hoped to make out anything at all in the distracting glare. The undergrowth around her as just as irritating, the spiky leaves and sharp branches tickling and poking her grey, white and brown flecked fur, mockingly reminding her just how long she'd spent sitting, squatted out of view. Whenever the cold wind snapped, it would send everything pushing against her, as if the shrubbery was doing its best to smother the lynx beneath its frigid greenery.
Although her ears flattened back a moment, she didn't voice any annoyance, choosing, this time, to keep silent. It was easy to lose face and start grumbling to yourself, especially when company wasn't all that common and a girl could go weeks or even months without any kind of conversation. While her mouth kept silent, the rest of her body wasn't so stoic, the growls of her unsettled stomach making it clear that her body was tired of waiting, whining to her like a needy child.
It had been several days since she last caught anything, and even then it was hardly a meal. This season the grass looked pale and sparse struggling to push up through the near frozen, cracked ground, and the shrubs that joined them were scrubby and lifeless. While the state of the plant life shouldn't concern her that much, it had a ripple effect, up the food chain of flesh-and-bone creatures that she could sink her teeth into. Namely rabbits. Already small and delicate, the way things carried on, it was going to be they would have even less meat on their fragile little bones, and even those weaklings were becoming few and far between. And if she couldn't keep make her kills often enough... Well, she didn't really like to think about that outcome all that often. Never good for a predator to contemplate their impending death, of course.
So, even if it was tedious, Nadia was going to have to stay squatting for the while, scanning for prey from her hiding spot. The clearing in front of her was awash with mounds and hills, no doubt with the underground lairs of rabbits below. It was just a case of waiting for one to wander further from the warrens, looking for fresher grass. And that involved horrendous amounts waiting, holding still and steady, until, that is, when she caught a distinctive white dab of fur ebbing around behind the nearby hill. Her ears pricked up at the sight, head raising, the cramp in her cold muscles fading just a little was it was replaced by warm optimism. Hair? Ears? Prey. It was snowshoe hare, one of the bigger ones, although still half her size. A fluffy white coat, ears a little shorter than most lagomorphs, although still high and pointed. The legs were the killer, strong and lithe, with big, broad feet - hence their name. A good kick from one of those could crack bone, so if she wanted meat to fill her salivating mouth, stealth was going to be the order of the day.
As she watched him just idly wandering, stopping every now and again to pull up a cluster of grass and chew it, the lynx felt something so familiar, so right to her, come rushing back. Something distinct, something riveting, something that would send her blood rushing through her veins, washing away the soreness of waiting, the chill of the wind, and the distracting pangs of her belly: the sensation of hunting. Her amber eyes flashed bright with concentrated focus, her tufted ears twitching back and forth, testing the wind as she slowly started to shift from her squat, relaxing her legs and letting them stretch out, one of her paws pressing to the floor as she put herself in the stance of a sprinter. Like that, she paused, carefully watching the prey as it almost lazily padded over the near barren, icy ground. He was blissfully unaware of her presence, not even aware of the hungry eyes boring into him as he turned his back.
Reeling back her hind legs beneath her, claws anchored under the dry, arid dirt below, muscles tensing - she was ready. Lunging forward, she pierced through the heavy veil of the shrubbery, cutting a streamlined figure even with her thick coat and almost stout proportions. Her exit was perfect, silent, the sound of the branches and leaves parting around her just blending into the noise of the wind that swayed them. The air rushed against her face and front, rippling the grey and tan toned fur that covered her body, blocking the cold from getting too close to her skin, keeping her perky breasts neatly tucked away, and stopping her more delicate parts from suffering from the chill.
Even as the stinging cold cut against her eyes, she never let her sight falter from the target ahead: her morning meal. Again, again, and again she listened to the rhythmic beats of her broad paws against the packed down dirt below, wispy tufts between her toes stopping her little black pads getting too raw against the frost. Even with its large ears, the hare wasn't going to hear her coming. It's sharp, black little eyes were greedily focused on harvesting grass, its short but lank frame at total ease, no idea of just how close impending doom was. It would be an easy kill, surely, and would put just enough meat on the table (so to speak) for her to keep going another week or so. Nadia shifted her pacing, going from running, to a gentle, almost noiseless skipping and then, finally, attempting to pounce, an action that would have sent her straight into the dense white fur of the unassuming grazer - had she not miscalculated something, something crucial: footwork.
Nadia was so busy trying to keep silent and so eager to go for the kill, she didn't let herself have a failsafe to recover from slipping and falling, and as her ankle caught against a pesky branch that her focused eyes had missed, it was going to be her downfall, quite literally. Her feet left the floor for her pounce just as the shrub tangled around them, the cat getting a brief moment a few inches off of the ground before coming crashing down onto her front, hard.
The ice-glazed dirt put her into slide, one that ripped her free of the trapping plant but made everything worse, her fur providing no help at all to slow herself down, sending her sliding right past her prey. The hare definitely noticed then, dropping a the clump of grass he'd been eating and making a bolt away. "Fuck, damn it!" She hissed, fury and a little embarrassment in her fearful eyes as she clumsily started scrambling to try and right herself. Using her claws to anchor herself to the ground, a painful action that felt like it might pull them out, she managed to stop her skid. It was a dangerous technique, but the lynx couldn't afford let it get away, not again, desperation driving her as she lunged back up to her feet, nearly slipping again. The ground was a lot icier over here than she'd expected, and it wasn't making things easy. The hare hardly seemed phased by it, large, furry feet pounding hard as it sprinted away. Nadia was in hot pursuit, finally on her feet and just trying to close the gap enough that she could get another shot, another leap, to plough into it and make that kill.
Her eye caught what he was running for. A hole? Small, of course the entrance to one of the many tunnels that twisted through the ground below them, all designed to keep the little shits safe from predators like her. Well, she was going to be damned if this little fluffball was getting away - she was tired, she was hungry, and she was fed up with waiting for food. The lynx put her all into her legs, barreling after the hare.
It was going to be close, so very close, the distance between the predator and prey closing almost as fast as the gap between the hare and safety. Neither showed any sign of letting up, life on the line for both of them. The hole was set into a hill, at about thigh height, and far too small for her to hope to follow it down. If she was going to catch him, it would have to be now! Her feet shifted, the step changing as she put spring into her ankles once more, three fast, skipping hops before slamming both footpaws against the ground as hard as she could, the lynx lunging into the air, arms forwards and outstretched as if going into a dive. She'd timed it perfectly, so that when it'd have to slow down just a little to dart into the hole, her body would slam forwards into them.
Only the hare must have seen this coming. It didn't even bother with the hole, feet just propelling it up the hill, running straight up it. Nadia's eyes went wide as she realised her prey had outwitted her, the cat's mouth opening just a little, a look of, oh shit, spreading over her face. With all the momentum she has built up for herself, combined with the iced over soil below, she couldn't do anything to stop herself from colliding with the rabbit hole. Her head went in, along with her arms, the burrow able to take about half of her body until her wide hips hit the edge of the hole with a dull thump, clumps of soil falling from the walls and ceiling of the narrow burrow and bouncing off of her.
Panting heavily, the lynx just lay there, listening to her own breaths as her chest heaved and pumped. It was shock, more than anything, that had made it hurt - the cat was a little thankful that she'd actually hit the hole rather than going face first into the frozen hill, else she'd be picking up her teeth right now and trying to figure out how to put them into prey without using her mouth. This was more just humiliating. And to make matters worse, no doubt her prey was long gone by now, with plenty of other escapes to slip down, too.
Reaching down the burrow with her extended arms, she groped in the darkness, idly trying to see what she could make contact with, if anything. But all the darkness held was a musty, earthen dampness, collected from the soft soil and dripping roots that made up the walls. It was stale and a little warm, smelling of fermentation and rabbit. Musky male hare. The little shits were always in season around this time of the year, always so sweaty and smelling of sex when the cat got hold of them. It clung to their soft fur, followed them everywhere they went, the hint catching the wind and filling her nose every so often. It was that same smell, only magnified a hundredfold with her head stuck into the warren, to the point where it was more than just unpleasant.
With a sigh, she pulled her paws back and braced them against the floor, not liking how mushy and soft the earth felt as her fingers dug deep into it. Nadia gave a tentative, testing push with her arms, trying to extract herself from the hole. But the mouth of the burrow seemed locked tight around her waist, refusing to budge even when she really started pushing, making her muscles wobble and strain, until she had to stop for a few breaths. Then she took another attempt; back pressed to the ceiling, soil crumbling into her thick fur and stringy bits of plant draping over her, the cat gave another heave, straining to try and get some leeway against the walls closed around her. When that came to nothing, she didn't know what else she could do. That had been all of her strength and she'd barely moved a hair's breadth backwards.
Gulping, her ears going flat, a hint of panic started to set into her face. Again and again, she pushed against the tunnel around her, at the walls, at the floor, even the ceiling, scrabbling her paws in vain, fighting until her arms her and her ribs were aching from the exertion. Outside she fumbled with her legs until they touched solid ground, leaving her doubled over with her rump in the air, feet planted firmly against the hard ground. The claws came out to anchor her again, something she didn't really want to do, but now she was getting desperate. Bending her knees, shifting all of her weight into her rear, she tried to drag back while also forcing her arms against anything that felt sturdy.
Slowly, she began to move, bumping back about an inch, then another, the motion getting easier as her waist went slimmer. But then the difficult part was coming up, where her ribs got wider again, not to mention her broad shoulders. The tunnel was most narrow at the mouth, widening a little inside, making further in a better fit and squeezing her more the as she managed to draw some of herself backwards. Either way, the cat was confident that if she kept going, she'd be able to free herself, loosen her wedged body and get her head out of this stinking pit. Well, that was until a big, broad foot pressed against her rump and shoved her back in, hard.
The air held a musty, earthen dampness, collected from the soft soil and dripping roots that made up the walls. It was stale, and a little warm, smelling of fermentation and rabbit. Musky male rabbit. The little shits were always in season around this time of the year, always so sweaty and smelling of sex when the lynx got hold of them. It clung to their soft fur, followed them everywhere they went, the hint catching the wind and filling her nose every so often. It was that same smell, only magnified a hundredfold with her head stuck into the warren, to the point where it was more than just unpleasant.
Bracing her paws against the floor, not liking how mushy and soft the earth felt, as her fingers dug deep into it, Nadia gave a tentative push with her arms. The mouth of the burrow seemed locked tight around her waist, refusing to budge even when she really started pushing with her arms. Back pressed to the ceiling, soil crumbling in her fur and stringy bits of plant
"Having fun?" While the words were muffled through the earth that surrounded her, they were unmistakably male, and even worse, coming from a hare. The foot on her ass flexed a little, almost squeezing it with thick, strong toes ending in sharp little nails that sunk into her fur and scratched just over the surface of her skin. "You seem to be in quite a situation, down there." He was taunting her! The little shit was taunting her, as he poked and prodded at her exposed half, not caring the least that the cat he was playing with was fully capable of ending his life in so many violent and gory ways. Nadia could have maybe respected his boldness, were she not now thoroughly pissed off that he'd sent her back to square one.
"For fuck's sake." She kept that part to herself, grumbling, gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes in annoyance. "Could you please give me a hand, please?" Asking prey for help. There was nothing on this Earth more humiliating. "Eh-" His foot gave her ass another firm squeeze, pressing his thick, almost rubbery pawpads deep into the squidgy cheek. "Then you're just gonna' try and eat me again." He'd got a point there. Getting a meal was currently vital, the lynx maybe only having a day or so left before a lack of energy would make it even harder to hunt. But still, wedged in a rabbit hole, there wasn't going to be any hunting happening anyway.
"Please?" Now she was borderline begging, each letter of the word knocking her pride down a few steps, leaving sore bruises on her ego. It was important to feel strong and capable as a predator, to feel you really are good enough, that you really deserve to end the life of another to feed yourself. "I promise I won't eat you." It was hardly much of a bargain, but what else could she do?
"You promise?" The pressure on her ass let up, as he almost reluctantly took his foot off of it. Typical herbivore, she thought, always taking things at face value. There was a moment before his paws locked around her waist, his fingers quite delicate in comparison to his strong feet. Compared to her own killer paws, his were probably half the size, and more for picking and pulling than holding power and strength. The tunnel seemed to shift against her sides as he gave a few tugs, the cat barely budging an inch. "Wow, you really are stuck." There was an almost mocking tone to his voice, a tone that really picked away at her nerves.
"Yeah, I really am." She tried to cut down on the biting sarcasm, well aware that he could just up and leave her. But it was hard to keep a straight mind when her body was still pulsating with the thrill of that killer instinct still coursing through her veins. "Could you pull a bit harder?" "Nope." The reply came quick, he didn't even think about it, instead just stroking his hands up and down her hips, spreading his fingers through her thick fur and giving it little pulls. "Um," It threw her off a little, that he was being so obstinate. "Is there a reason why?" This time he paused for a moment, although whether it was because he was thinking or busy playing with the tops of her thighs, she couldn't tell. "Because I know you'll try and eat me." The tips of his fingers dug into her skin a little, making a motion like pressing teeth, little jolts of tickly-pain shooting through her "And it'd be silly of me to put myself in that kind of danger." He delicately traced lines from the outside of her legs to the inside, where the fur was softer, shorter, and he could make more contact with her sensitive skin as he drew them upwards, just raking over the tuft that covered her privates. "Not when you're so defenceless right now."
Sifting through the fluffy cover of her mound, he seized the lips of her slit, putting two fingers between them and scissoring to split them apart. The cold ticked her bare pussy as he got his eyeful of pale pink flesh, neatly folded and glistening just slightly, predators tending to wetten up a little when they got into that dangerous excitement of hunting. "You little pervert!" Her yell echoed through the burrow, bouncing back to hit her hard in the ears, about the same time one of her legs kicked back, the claws on her foot at full extension as she took a blind swipe. He must have been molesting her with one hand, because the other wrapped around her ankle and locked right, holding it in place with a surprising amount of strength for his slim fingers- although at this angle, the cat could hardly use her full power.
"Oh, keep talking like that and I might just leave you here." He taunted, lifting her leg up until the angle both stopped her from being able to kick and kept one side of her slit pulled open. It made it much easier for him, to just have to hold one lip with a finger, while two more started to rub up and down her cunt, collecting up that little bit of wetness, slathering it around, making her nice and gleaming. "Or even break your legs, first." The threat was serious as he pushed that one leg up a little further, making her knee strain painfully as it bent towards an angle it wasn't supposed to be at.
"Fuck - fuck stop, please!" Her fingers clawed at the dirt, twitching ears flicking back and forth in discomfort as pain shot through her leg, "I'm sorry, please - don't break it." He really could, and out here, even a minor injury to her precious legs could spell the end to her hunting days.
Moran, the hare lightened up when his ears caught her yowl, a mischievous grin plastering his face. He'd got a lynx, one of the snowshoe hare's main predators, completely at his mercy.
"I don't know... I mean, I could just give it a little snap. Then you wouldn't be able to eat me." His fingers started to work even quicker, rubbing from where her hole lay, collecting up the leaked wetness, all the way up to the protective hood of her little clit, where he'd make sure to press firmly as he rolled it around. Although he was only young, the hare knew exactly how to make a girl squirm, already having got plenty of practice with the other girls down in the nests. When your life consisted of pretty much just eating grass, it was no wonder why hares spent so much time having sex - there was just nothing else to do. But getting to play with a predator? It was unheard of.
Inside the hole, Nadia was hissing and glaring, thumping her fists on the walls. "Get off that!" There was a bit of labour to her breath, sounding like she'd started to pant again, cracking her words just a little, "I-I mean it, I'll - I'll-" "You'll what?" Moran heaved her leg back into that uncomfortable position, putting strain on her knee and hip, the joints threatening to pop out. This time, he pushed a little further, taking it as far as he thought it would go without causing any damage. "Nothing - nothing!" Her backtracking brought another big grin to his face as he let the leg go a little looser, but still kept it bent out, just to keep it in her mind exactly who was in control. "Good girl, you're not doing anything, are you?" His rubbing motion stopped, his paw now instead hovering right above her hole, tracing the most delicate of circles. With a great deal of slowness and tenderness, he started to press forwards. The fingertips just slipping into her entrance, still swirling around, testing the walls they were slipping against. She was tight, very tight. It wasn't like the few female hare's they'd got around here, who'd already been well used by the male population. The more he pressed in, the snugger she seemed to get, squeezing tight against the two small digits as they probed and poked. He noticed her tail, the little stump starting to wriggle up and down as he pushed deeper, much smaller than other species of cat. In fact, it was really quite a good little handhold. Letting her leg drop, he took hold of that instead, knowing full well it would be full of nerves, very sensitive, enough that a hard tug on it would be enough to make her think twice about fighting.
"You just keep yourself nice and behaved." The hare warned, his voice still holding that sharp taunt as he slid his fingers out of her hole and instead drew them towards his sheath. His cock was already well on its way out, and it only took a few gentle strokes to take it to full mast, ten inches of smooth, hard, pink flesh. His rather full looking balls, two big, round fuzzy white orbs, were already pumping beads of precum up to the tapered tip, making the shaft pulse and throb with each drop. It was already very slick, covered in the juices he'd stolen from inside her, making rubbing his paw pads over the surface easy. He moved forwards, just a little, enough that he'd be able to slide his length between the furred cheeks of the cat's ass, putting plenty of downwards pressure until they were virtually squeezing him.
Rocking his hips back and forth, hotdogging her exposed rump, Moran used his free hand to grab and press her cheeks, getting the both of them to split apart even more so he could sink deeper down, until her furry buns nearly covered up his sausage. "You know what happens now, don't you?" There was a soft sneer to his tone, not one of evil or malice - he was just getting his own back on the girl that only moments ago made an attempt on his life, but one that served to jab at her pride. "N-no! S-stop no, no!" As he heard the muffled reply, his head shook, ears perking straight up with his excitement. "No? I think you do know what happens next." With deliberate slowness, he starts to draw his cock back, putting his paw flat against the top to angle it straight out, while his fingers are able to spread her cheeks just enough his cockhead can slip through them, the precum sticking to her fur, leaving a long trail as it moved down to her tiny, pink tailhole. "And I really hate liars. It really makes me want to hurt you when you lie to me." Clenching his paw into a fist around her tail, he gave it a gentle tug, before putting just the tiniest bit of his tip into the star presented to it.
The screaming was immediate, the cat hardly able to get her words out fast enough. "You're going to have sex with me, sex, please, I'm sorry!" That was good. It had only been a little while, but all his slow teasing was already starting to break her resolve. To push that wild predator out and make her tamer than even the most frightened bunny. "Am I? Or am I going to sodomize you?" The question had her lock up, going so stiff he could feel the change in her tail, the ripple in her ass. "Beg me. Beg your prey not to push it in. Beg the hare not to ream your ass until you can't sit again." When her response felt like it was taking too long, he put a little more gentle pressure against her tailhole,a little more of his pointed head slipping inside. "Sex, sex, please, don't put it in there! Please, not in there!" He could clearly make out those words at the volume she was screaming them. It made her head ring as the echo beat her around, hurting her sensitive ears. "I'm not convinced. I said beg, not ask." He made a big show of starting to thrust, taking his tip back and then firmly pressing it forwards, applying a little more pressure to her hole each time. It was obvious it was virgin, lynx a lot less adventurous in the nest than hares were.
"Take my womanhood, take the other hole, please!" The weight of his hips just kept building, adding another few millimeters to the point pressing her open - a measurement that seemed tiny, but when it was your tailhole being stretched open, felt like a lot. "Womanhood?" He laughed, "That's hardly going to attract me, is it?" It was just tempting to give up the charade completely, ram it forwards and stuff himself inside. 'Moran Shorttail, fucked a feline in the ass'. He'd be a hero.
Nadia's mind raced for every filthy word she'd ever heard, anything that she could blurt out to make her seem more desirable to the cruel male. "Fuck me, fuck my pussy, please, I'm begging you to put your cock in my tight little cunt. I want you to fuck that so much more, please, please fuck my slutty pussy-" A sharp smack to her ass made her yowl, but it brought with it relief as the head of his cock was brought away.
"There we go, much better." She could hear the amusement in his voice, two of his fingers working to once again part the lips of her pussy, while his other hand tightened its grip on her tail, warning her just how hard he'd pull it if she started to misbehave again. His stiff shaft pressed between her thighs, rising upwards until it began to grin against her fluffy mound. With the cat helpless, he could really take his painstaking time, dragging himself inch by inch until his tip hovered near her slit. Even then, he wasn't done teasing, starting to slip it up and down over her clit. The nub had gotten a little swollen from the excitement, whether she was going to admit it or not.
"Ask me to put it inside." Strain punctuated Moran's words, the hare obviously getting very, very aroused. He was so close to abandoning his game and just shoving it in, but the sound of her begging had become a fixation to him, sweeter than honey. "Ask me to put my cock in you, or I'll take your tailhole, instead." Smug satisfaction filled him when she almost immediately caved in this time, quickly getting the message of just how much power the horny hare had. "Put your cock inside, please, stuff me full of your cock, my pussy is where it belongs." Were there any light in the burrow, it would be easy to see just how red her cheeks were going, even through her thick fur. They pricked with a burning warmth, face going totally flushed as the words left her mouth. Each time he squshed her little clit it drew a soft gasp, keeping her mouth just hanging open. It was dirty, filthy almost to want to mate with prey, but Nadia was finding it hard to deny that a little part of her - maybe even more than a little, was eagerly waiting for him to get to work.
"Good slut." His ears twitched, listening out for any moans as he rewarded her with a few more solid strokes against her needy bud. A faint noise was coming from under the ground, but even with his good hearing, it was hard to make out what they were. "Here it comes." Using the tip of his cock to keep her lips parted, her ran his paw down the length, until it settled at the base, cupping his sheath. It acted as a guide as he smoothly pushed forwards, finding that her hole had become even wetter in response to all his fondling and teasing. It was instant relief, a weight on his shoulders lifting as he sank the head into her cunt, before a gentle pressure sent most of it sliding inside.
This time, his ears did pick up a moan, right as he crossed the half-way point of his penetration. He felt her little tail stiffen up in his grip, while his eyes caught the broad toes of her footpaws curling inwards more with every inch, showing off the little black pads and the tufted grey fur that grew between them. Releasing her tail, he shifted both hands to her hips gripping tight before burying the rest of his cock with a firm thrust. She wasn't struggling anymore, quite the opposite as her body relaxed in his hold, loosening up, giving him total freedom to shift and tug her rump around however he saw fit.
"Bet you've never had a cock like this before have you, kitty"? His jeering words came with a sharp slap against her side, a grin spreading on his face when he heard her muffled yelp from under the ground. "I can tell, by how tight this little pussy is." The inside was just saturated with her moisture, so much so that when he pulled back, a loud slurping noise came with him, turning to a splat when he shoved forwards again. It was clear he wasn't going to start with a slow rhythm. Playing with the cat had got him all pent up, to the point where self control was long out of the window.
As his fingers dug into her sides and his weight bore down on her, she realised he was right, she'd never been fucked like this before. Rendered so helpless and just taken, by prey of all things. His dick was big, stretchingly big, the size absurd considering how much smaller the hare was then a male lynx, and even herself, but as he started to rut away as if he were rabid, with enough force to shake the tunnel around her, sending her even deeper down into the dark depths, until her hips just wouldn't go any further.
Each of his thrusts hit with a loud thwap, sending waves rippling through her ass and wobbling her thighs. His balls rocked like a heavy pendulum as he drew backwards, before swinging with force when he drove forwards. The strokes weren't coordinated at all, the hare just ramming with his hips however he pleased, a blissful look of total satisfaction painting his face as he took his well-deserved revenge on the wedged predator who, by his ear, didn't seem to be complaining.
In the musty pitch black, Nadia had her cheek pressed to the almost damp floor, rubbing up and down it with each jolt he sent through her, tongue almost hanging out as she stared wide-eyed at nothing. All of her focus lay on the feeling of his thumping body, driving that piston of hard flesh and hot blood so deep inside her. Sometimes his tip nudged her cervix, whole length squeezing into her tight confines, making them almost creak with the need to stretch to accommodate his formidable girth. Other times, he'd only thrust halfway, giving a volley of fast, hard, raw pumpings that sent his balls smacking up into her clit, beating the swollen nub over and over. That really made her squeal, digging her fingers into the soil and just yowling for dear life as the hare tried to fuck the brains out of her.
His speed wavered, going from just ploughing her with reckless intensity, to a slower more manageable pace that allowed him the mindfulness to rub and massage the little of her back that was exposed, her fur soft and warm in his touch. Wanting to explore more of her, he dragged her back a little, giving him her waist to slide up and down, before both of his paws moved below to caress her tight and toned belly. It was hard to make out the muscle under her luxurious coat of winter fur, but it was definitely there,the lynx having the body of real predator. Fast, strong, agile, yet now totally owned by her prey. And the hare wanted to show her just how much control he had over her.
Slowing his motions to a leisurely rate, it gave him plenty of room to focus just where he was putting his paws. Keeping one holding up her belly, he slid his fingertips of the other down towards her cunt. They brushed around his cock, a look of proud surprise crossing the hare's face as he felt just how big his slick cock had swollen and just how wide he was pulling the hole around him with each stab of his hips. But that wasn't what he was there for. Instead, he searched out her clit, pulling up on the skin of her belly to make her slit open up nicely. After a moment, he found it, the inflamed little cluster of nerves begging to be touched, almost twitching as he pressed it down and started to rub it in rhythm with his hips.
Nadia couldn't have contained the noise she made even if she wanted to, her guttural, animal moans of lust bouncing deep down into the tunnel, raw and unrestrained. She'd never had a lover that touched her like this, that put his attention into pleasuring her body, even as he ravaged it with his own. It had her legs kicking out, but not in an attempt to fight him off. It was as if she'd lost control of them, her knees trying to knock together, toes pressing hard to the ground, while inside the burrow her back arched against the ceiling, hitting it hard over and over, not caring how much dirt got into her fur. By now, the lynx was filthy from the waist up, matted with damp earth, the only thing keeping her from overheating as the hare fucked her to exhaustion, skin taking on feverish temperatures trapped under her thick coat. It was fine for her rear, where the cold wind could still snap, but the humid underground air was starting to make her head swim, filling her nose with that odor of sweaty, grassy, hard musk, the same stink of sex that was now soaking into her own soft fur, marking her with a scent that would last for days.
As the speed of his thrusting and pawing started to increase, so did the ferocity of her frenzied struggle, the cat having fight her body to stay in control, the spasms attacking her muscles and burning her nerves becoming more and more intense until, with a nearly audible snap, she just locked up. Moran watched with great fascination as he saw her freeze almost solid, before a powerful surge of convulsions hit her with the force of a felled tree. Her legs jerked so much they lifted off of the ground, Nadia relying on the hare to keep her body up with his one hand, while his other relentlessly kept rubbing her into a mind-numbing orgasm. Drool actually fell from her lips, eyes going crossed, brain feeling as if it had been struck by lightening as every single pleasure centre flared bright, overloading her system with sexual bliss.
Moran felt hot liquid running against his legs, spillage from the flood washing down her own. Turned out the lynx was a gusher, her fluids enough to soften the ground below her, the frost turning to a gentle steam. As her hole squeezed tight around him, feeling like a rubber band now taut around his dick, the hare decided it was time to indulge himself. Planting both feet as firmly as he could, he unleashed the full power of his lapine knees, thighs, and hips, pounding the cat senseless, every thrust one that jammed as deep as she could take it. The furthest recesses of her cunt were also the tightest, feeling almost like a second hole he was pushing into as he just let all of his control go. She was too tight, too hot, too sexually overloading for him to last any longer - the hare had hit his edge.
"Time to find out if you can make some cubs." He grunted, barely able to form the words as his thighs locked up with an almost painful cramping. The cheeks of his ass seemed to dent inwards, his little tail pulling up in sync with his heavy balls, the wrinkles of his sack ironing out as they became completely taut. The base of his cock started to swell, fighting with the mouth of her pussy for space, before pushing the burden up into the shaft. His fingertips nearly stabbed into her sides as he let it all out, his first squirt having enough pressure behind it that it bounced off of her cervix and came flooding down the sides of his shaft to splatter out of her cunt. The next couple also hit with force, but nowhere near as much, some managing to cling to the door to her womb while the rest ran free.
Not wanting to waste a drop, he grabbed her legs and pulled them from beneath her, bending her hips until his cock angled downwards. It was strain to hold her weight, but totally worth it to know his shooting spunk was collecting in a hot puddle deep inside her pussy, sloshing and splashing with every thrust he made. No, the hare didn't stop for his orgasm, he just kept on pounding, using the force to try and mash as much of his cum into her womb as possible. Inside the burrow, it was like being in an earthquake, the hare putting enough force into the cat and the ground to nearly collapse the walls around her, adding to the mess that matted up her previously pristine coat.
It took him a few minutes to even finish emptying himself, and by then, the cat was virtually brimming with prey seed. Rather unceremoniously, Moran just let go of her legs, the limp pair hitting the ground with a dull thump. His ears seemed to be ringing, but if it was from the volume of her screaming, his bellowing, or just the blood rushing around his head, he had no idea. Either way, everything was silent now, the hare's cock growing flaccid, easy to tug out with a sticky pop. Now her pussy faced down again, there was nothing to stop the thick dribble of pearly cum from coming running out of her stretched hole, splattering the ground in big, heavy globs.
The hare watched with almost drunken, tired eyes as it just kept draining and draining, his balls totally emptied, a dull ache in his cock from the over-pounding he'd put it through. He'd been planning on stuffing up her tailhole right after, but as he was now, the exhausted hare wasn't sure if he'd be able to get it up for another week. Stumbling to the side, he uneasily made his way over to the hole, sitting down beside it with a gentle thud and pulling his knees up to his chest. One of his paws reached out to stroke down the little of her back that he could reach, noting that the lynx was still trembling from the force of her own orgasm.
"That..." Just one word was nearly enough to put him back out of breath, Moran needing to pause and take a few shallow gasps before even able to continue, "That was a good fuck." He didn't know how else to phrase it. It had been raw, hard, unforgiving, just pure animal sex, that had nearly blown both of their minds. Even as he patted her ass, the hare couldn't help but wonder if she was even still conscious in there. "I guess I could let you go..." He continued, a look of bemusement on his face as he saw another few sets of ears sticking up behind the nearby hill, followed by a few curious, black, eyes. "But I really want to make sure you're worn out before I take that kind of risk." Slowly, other hares started to come into view, having been attracted by the deafening screams that had escaped into the warren that ran underground. Nearly all of them were male, jaws dropped at the sight of Moran sitting next to a thoroughly used and creamed, helpless predator.
He revelled in the jealousy in their eyes, his grin getting even wider when he saw pink starting to appear in the white numerous of sheaths, the scent of deep hare musk carrying on the wind. He'd got something good, and they all wanted in on it. And why shouldn't they? He'd had his fun, and needed that cat thoroughly worn out if he was ever going to trust her to out of that hole, just in case she did mean to go back on her promise. And if she did, maybe it would be better to have a few more bodies on his side. Safety in numbers, and all that. "Hey, kitty." He teased, giving her rump a slap with one paw, while the other waved to the growing crowd,
"How about I introduce you to some of my friends?"
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