Hareon on the Hill: The Spring Rite
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Hareon on the Hill: The Spring Rite
High above the land, blowing with bitter dew and the fresh snap of spring, the winds of Rooney Field grasp at the wings of the gullfolk and the crest of Hareon far below.
Hareon: A great hill above the tilled plains, covered with rich grasses and the signs of civilization. The holes are deep, and the dens many, and the fur of many spry and healthy hares dot the rise, still slightly mottled with the white of winter. They seem about to gather at the trunk of a massive tree.
"Sayaaaa! Wheentaa!" A slim figure at the center of the growing crowd shouts as she dances, swinging her silvery white form about in a whirl of thick cloth. Her costume is elaborate, decorated in the colors of winter, her fur similarly colored. She looks up to the budding branches far above and lances an arm toward the heavens. "Whent!"
The great tree shakes almost immeasurably, its great presence sprawling with roots overgrown and branches peering over the great slope at the farms far below. A small form leaps from a branch, seemingly throwing himself to his doom. The crowd gasps, and then begins to chitter excitedly. Four male hares emerge from the crowd, their faces and bodies decorated with white paint of similar design. The patterns seem both fierce and beautiful, and the males encroach slowly upon the female, still frozen in her upright stance. The begin to circle her, their near-nude bodies steaming in the morning chill.
The crowd gasps once again as the form above seems to become much larger, a pair of green wings exploding into existence from some unknown contraption on the beast's back. The form grows closer, the keen eyes of the female picking out the details of the slender and athletic hare that is to be her mate. He is decorated with the brown and black of summer, rich stripes of green descending from fluffy ears to pointed toes with parallel distinction. He circles like a hawk as the four competing males do the same on the ground. As he releases a latch, the grass and sap wings fall away and Veneca sees only the blur of his golden eyes fly past as he descends upon his enemies.
"Jack!" Veneca cries out, promptly placing her paws over her mouth and watching with wide eyes, her costume billowing as her future mate crashes to earth.
The white hare is utterly decimated by the impact, being used savagely as a platform to break Jack's fall. The brown, decorated hare, breathing heavily with fur ruffled, turns from his victim and gives Veneca a soft glance of reassurance before pouncing on his next foe.
The second hare is ready for him, and blocks his footpad strike with an easy arm. Jack leans backward and lands on his forepaw, twisting to the right and planting his other footpad directly into his opponent's jaw. Veneca hears a crack and utters a muffled shout. She watches Jack's muscles move in supple union as he dodges a blow from the third opponent, growing involuntarily warm all over from the sight. She begins the process of loosening her costume, anticipating what she hopes will happen soon.
Veneca feels a hard paw grasp her backside, the claws of a stranger wrapping around her waist. She does not resist, knowing that in the ceremony it was all to likely that one of the four Jycanth, challengers to the throne, would take their prize first. The claws dig deeper and she cries out, drawing Jack's attention at a critical moment. He takes a severe blow to the chest, the bulky painted Jycanth closing quickly as the brown hare struggles to rise. Tears begin to well in Veneca's soft blue eyes as the form behind her thrusts his leg between her thighs, forcing her legs apart.
She looks up from her hopelessness, and stops her sobbing as she sees the fierce golden glow of the Kuniklo capture her gaze. Veneca is barely able to follow as Jack leaps skyward. The crowd settles at the sight, knowing that they are witnessing the true flight of a Prince of Hareon. Jack turns midair and lands a devastating kick between the ears of his third rival, using the bruised skull as a springboard into his final foe. Jack grasps the long ears of the Jycanth, twisting his body so that his feet land square upon the lower spine of his victim. Veneca feels her tormentor literally drift away as if on a cloud, his body brushing hers as he is picked up and over by Jacks body weight, the white hare's great form flying backward in the painful arc of an expertly executed, spinenumbing throw.
The four unconscious bodies of the challengers are dragged away discreetly as Veneca looks upon her prince. The prince of warmth and summer, here to defeat the bitter cold. She thought the ceremony had a kind of fierce beauty about it, the Jycanth representing the vile grasp of deep winter, hanging on desperately and attempting to defy the will of the elders. It is said that when a Kuniklo falls to the Jycanth, that year will be filled with misfortune and misery. The demons of cold will endure into the summer months, sickness and predators taking the vulnerable and strong alike.
This was not one of those years. She could feel his heat from where she stood on the stone platform, the soft wind blowing his musky scent toward her. She let the pheromones do their work, breathing deeply and allowing the warmth to enter her. Veneca reached and unclasped the remaining bonds, letting the white cloth of her purity slip away to the cold stone below. She was exposed before him, her pink nipples hard in the spring air. She stood demurely as he approached. He loosened his own garment as he walked and shed it easily, his well toned form marred by the dirt of battle.
Jack soon stood tall beside her, placing a paw hesitantly on her hip. She put her paw over his and let him feel the softness of her rump, opening her mouth slightly at his touch. She moved against him, feeling his hard phallus press into her belly. He let out a breath, and she could feel him relax slightly. The browns and blacks of his body paint were beginning to darken her white fur as they made the tentative steps in exploring each-other's body. Veneca was careful not to touch his chest to much, as she was sure it was still tender from battle. She let him explore hers, however, and she gasped as he licked and nuzzled her tender breasts. This was a new experience for both of them, she knew. They were both from well-bred families, and the clans had much invested in this moment. Her thoughts turned back to the present as she felt his paw reach for her soft nether parts. She guided him to the right spot and squeaked as he slid his paw over it. She was dripping by this point, and his paw came up sopping. He rubbed it against his lower torso and smeared yet more paint upon her body, slowly enveloping her in a dark coat.
Jack repeated this process, fondling her and parting her lips while coating her body until she was in a state of intense heat. She was blackish brown from the neck down, and she could not stand it any longer. She collapsed before him, tail fluff raised high in the morning light, her once pink pussy now a gleaming dark slit. Her ears draped back along her back pathetically, her breath steaming the air past her gleaming teeth. Jack smiled softly and mounted her.
He entered her with lupine grace, sliding his phallus up and down her slit before entering her. She squirmed beneath him and moaned as he moved forward, the thickness of his girth overwhelming her. They mated as the crowd looked on, seemingly unfazed by the sight before them. Jack mounted her wetness for a few moments longer before coming deep inside her. Veneca felt the warmth of his cum spread throughout her body and she gasped as her body joined him in exultation. In her moment of otherworldy bliss she knew that a new life had just been created, or perhaps many. His seed was strong, and she loved him deeply. They parted with a soft, wet sound, and he helped her to her feet.
He stood before her, drawing a paw along his face to pick up a smudge of green pigment. He placed the paw in an arc around the eyes and cheekbones of his mate, marking her with the color of new life. He spoke.
"I stand before you, Veneca of the Whitecoat, and declare you Cohelo, princess mother of Hareon"
Veneca's voice trembled as she spoke softly in response.
"I stand declared." She tightened her features and spoke louder. "All bow to the Kuniklo!"
The congregation all bowed low as one, their furred features now hidden from the newly forged rulers of Hareon.
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End of Part I
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