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Turick couldn't believe he was doing this, and to Solierre, of all people. The bunny of his dreams, cheeks bulging with the leopard's cock. All his reservations and regrets vanished the moment his massive tip pried open the rabbit's jaws and stuffed itself inside the little male's tiny mouth.

Fingers clenching around the bunny's long ears, he pulled, his legs straining where he knelt on the soft bed of pine needles, the smell of his cinnamon musk filling the air from the semen whitewashing the forest behind him. He pulled, and flexed, and pushed with his hips, and he felt the moist entrance to Solierre's tiny throat begin to part around him. His broad tip squashed against it, another jet of pre throbbing through his shaft and down the rabbit's throat with that extra little splatter shooting cutely from Solierre's nose.

His tip squished inward, the bunny's esophagus rippled against him, and the shape of Turick's crown began to make itself known in the pale fur under the rabbit's chin. The leopard's erection was almost as big around as the rabbit's entire head, well over the width of the little male's neck, but the breeding heat was in him now, and he couldn't bring himself to pull back. Solierre's throat swelled, taking the shape of the feline's rounded glans, down to his cute little adam's apple, past it, the flesh and fur beyond stretching out just from the proximity of the leopard's intruding tip.

Turick leaned forward, looming past the long ears in his paws. From above, all he could see was the back of the bunny's slender, tiger striped neck, then pale fur billowing out to either side. He gave a little thrust, watching the two sides of that white-furred bulge nudge forward, then retreat as he pulled his hips back an inch.

Groaning, the leopard pinned the bunny's ears together in a single paw, still pulling just to keep his tip from getting squeezed back out by the unbelievable tightness of Solierre's gullet. His other paw moved, trembling, down to the rabbit's neck, wrapping around that throat--as much of it as he could curl his fingers around, anyway. He throbbed, and he could feel it against his fingers. He moved his paw an inch lower down the rabbit's neck, and the next time his erection pulsed, he could feel the faint thrum of his pre splashing into the other male's esophagus, a faint quiver in Solierre's throat in front of the leopard's tip.

Letting out a desperate moan, Turick tugged his single paw around the bunny's adorable ears, wedging his tip down against Solierre's collar bones. He forced himself to pause, looking down at the bridge of Solierre's narrow muzzle perched on top of his shaft, those fluffy cheeks swelling obscenely around the contours of his girth. The leopard let go of the bunny's neck to caress the side of his face, feeling the inside of that moist cheek pressing in against his shaft with each stroke of his fingers. The rabbit's eyes opened, big and green, tears squeezing from their corners as he looked up at the leopard helplessly.

"You're beautiful, Sol," Turick rumbled.

His paw rejoined the first around Solierre's ears, one hand atop the other with both floppy appendages wrung and cramped together within their grip, like a fuzzy, braided rope. The leopard lifted one leg, foot planting and clawed, feline toes digging into the soft soil. His tail twitched behind him, the muscles in his back corded, his legs and round, bubbled rump clenched solid with his push, and he pulled with his arms as hard as he could.

Despite all his strength, it still wasn't instantaneous, not like when he'd decided to hilt Lev. Solierre was too small, his body too tight, and every inch was a hard-won prize. As such, Turick could feel each rib squeezing past around his tip, the cage of them the perfect size to contain his girth. He could feel the bunny's desperately straining lungs flattening out to the sides, unable to swell, unable to draw in a speck of air. He could feel the flutter of Solierre's heart, racing a mile a minute, a constant, if faint stimulation just to the right side of Turick's burrowing shaft.

He could feel his tip push free underneath the bunny's ribcage, slowly bulging out Solierre's belly, and there Turick stopped, if only for now. He was in the rabbit's stomach now, but that felt every bit as tight as the little guy's throat, the leopard's shaft so big around, it made little difference what part of the bunny's body he was plugging.

Turick let go of his friend's tortured ears, amazed that he hadn't ripped them clean off the rabbit's head. They twitched and fell limp over the back of Solierre's neck, hiding the enormous bulge of his throat from view. "Sol..." The leopard swallowed, needing the moment to catch his breath. "Sol...are you alive?"

He knew he was, of course. He could feel the bunny's heart pattering as frantically as ever, making the leopard's erection throb every time it might otherwise have relaxed. But Turick was still relieved when Solierre's clenched eyes blinked open again, staring first at the leopard's retracted sheath, so much closer to his nose now, then up at Turick's face, then back to his lower belly again. Closer, yes, but still a fair ways away. The leopard still had half of his shaft to go.

With a grunt, Turick pushed himself to his feet, Solierre's slight weight enough at least to give his shaft an extra bounce. He staggered to one side, catching himself with an arm braced against an oak's thick trunk, panting and staring down at the half impaled rabbit. The leopard's shaft flexed, bouncing upward, and Solierre's long, soft legs swung up with the momentum, giving a little kick as the feline's erection lowered, twitching, to horizontal. The bunny's arms were tucked gingerly under the bulge in his tummy, his hind paws dangling well above the ground, though his hips slumped limp past the supporting pillar of Turick's penis inside him.

With an aroused shiver, the leopard reached out and grabbed the rabbit's twitching leaf of a tail in his fist, lifting up with it to straighten Solierre's lower back parallel to the ground. For the first time, Turick let himself take a good, long look at the curve of the bunny's ass, those wide, girlish hips giving way to a rump every bit as broad and juicy as the leopard had imagined. Sure enough, the rabbit's orange and black stripes flowed over the outside of his hips where they tapered out dramatically from his waist, little, narrow black spikes jutting inward just an inch or so into the creamy fur of his inner cheeks from the sunset orange fur splashing over their outer curves.

Turick used Solierre's little tail to pull the rabbit, and his embedded shaft, up higher, gulping. Even with his bottom stretched as it was, legs tucked forward and dangling straight down underneath him, his rear cheeks were plump enough to hide any hint of pink from view between the white-fluffed crease between them. The leopard's other paw reached out and stroked lovingly over the plump, feminine curve of one of Solierre's soft buttocks, then again, and a third time, each caress firmer than the last, until his paw rested motionless over the fullness of that cheek, his fingers slipping into the warm crevice between them.

The leopard felt the bunny's short taint against his fingertips. Then he squeezed, really digging his fingers in, and pried the cheek apart from its twin, finally getting an eyeful of the rabbit's tiny little tailstar, its dimpled skin stretching out toward his grasping fingertips as if reaching longingly for the nearest digits.

Moaning, Turick pulled the adorable rabbit vertical and planted his muzzle under the tail in his fist, mashing his short, feline snout between those cheeks and inhaling deeply. Solierre's ass smelled clean, sweet, even, and when the leopard's rough tongue dragged out and across the much smaller surface of the bunny's tailhole, there was, inexplicably, a hint of sugar on the otherwise salty, clean skin.

The leopard pulled back, shifting his paws to hold both of those cheeks in his palms, letting his erection support most of Solierre's slight weight while he wedged both thumbs between the rabbit's buttocks and gave the mounds of jiggly flesh and fur a powerful squeeze, prying them wide and fully baring that little, dimpled entrance to his view. It glistened wetly with his saliva under the sun, stretching now to either side toward his thumbs, enough so that there was barely a wrinkle around that central, creased indentation. It looked delicious. He licked it again.

It was delicious.

Turick's hips had begun moving of their own accord, little humping thrusts, but all that did was make the rabbit's upper body scrunch and bunch around his aching shaft. He didn't care. For now, and for once, his attention was fully on something other than the pleasure dancing through his cock. He lapped and slathered down Solierre's anus and perineum, his nose bumping the rabbit's plump little balls with every pass, licking over and over again at the increasingly wet, increasingly sweet flesh and fur. Even stretched as it was by his thumbs, the bunny's slick tailhole wasn't half as wide as the leopard's tongue, but he could feel it gradually loosening, losing its innate resistance. He pushed his tongue against it, hard, but only made the flesh buckle inward, much as when he'd first tried to penetrate Lev. He licked some more, letting go of the rabbit's plush backside to slip his paws under the other male's thick thighs and heft them vertical. Solierre's rear cheeks hugged around his short snout, two velvety soft pillows against the sides of his face, and without his thumbs there, the bunny's pink asshole snapped tight, contracting again under Turick's pursed, kissing lips.

It didn't matter. He didn't even have to get inside. He just wanted to keep licking that sweet taste forever.

Unfortunately, certain parts of the leopard's anatomy could only be ignored for so long. Grabbing Solierre's ankles in one paw to keep that juicy rump pressed up against his muzzle, Turick's other paw went for the rabbit's waist, his fingers closing around the broad lump of his tip where it was still wedged in the bunny's stomach.

With that extra girth, however, he wasn't quite able to wrap his hand fully around the rabbit's side, and his other paw was already too outstretched around the other male's ankles to get much leverage. Regretfully, Turick pulled his muzzle back from Solierre's now drenched tailhole, letting the rabbit's rump cheeks squeeze together again and gently lowering the little male's legs to let them dangle once more. The leopard spared a moment for one more squeezing fondle over that perfect butt. Then he moved his free paw down to the upended rabbit's neck.

He clenched his paw around the bulge of his shaft, hard enough to have strangled the bunny if Solierre hadn't already been choking around the feline's penis. He dug his fingers into the rabbit's side, his claws extending just enough to prick at Solierre's skin. The leopard shuffled his feet slightly farther apart, moving into a stable, balanced stance. His hips had never stopped their little, instinctive thrusts, but now that he had a good hold on Solierre, the leopard's shaft began sliding in and out of the rabbit's esophagus, a fresh sheen of moisture shimmering over Turick's flesh each time it slurped back from within the bunny's stretched lips.

He nudged himself deeper with every thrust, barely able to tell when he delved past the rabbit's stomach and into snug intestine, it was all so hot and tight. Solierre's legs jostled and swayed, and the rabbit was still aware enough to reach his little paws up and grab weakly at Turick's fingers under his throat, trying to pull the paw free. Turick just gave the bunny's neck an extra firm squeeze, and Solierre's leg jerked in response. Stopping himself now was impossible. There was only pleasure, and the warm, fluffy sleeve wrapped so snugly and moistly around him.

He wouldn't be able to go much farther. A brief, inquisitive grope of his paw pressed in against the rabbit's pudgy sheath, the leopard's tip bulging the fur right behind it. There was perhaps a foot of Turick's shaft left unhilted, but only five or six inches of Solierre's body left to bury into.

Turick knew what was inevitably going to happen. He kept thrusting, his vastly overfilled balls sloshing against his inner thighs. He'd melted four of the huntsmen apprentices that had come after him and used them to pop the last, barely able to move at that point with his sack dragging on the ground. In his lust-fueled fever, he'd even collected the remains of the final huntsman, a young wolf whom Turick had known for as long as he could remember, and stuffed them down his insatiable cock. That was what filled his testes now, a single wolf's worth of cum.

But this time, it wasn't going to fill his latest victim. Solierre wasn't going to burst apart in an explosion of semen.

The rabbit's face was nearing Turick's crotch, the feline's thrusts carrying perhaps half a foot of his erection in and out through the helpless, tiger-striped frame. Turick stared unblinkingly at the rabbit's butt, at the crease between those clenching cheeks, just past the frantically spasming tuft of tail.

He felt it before he saw it: soft, saliva-slicked fur teasing at his tip instead of moist, velvety hot insides. Solierre's rear cheeks quivered, then began to part. A gush of pre spurted from under Solierre's tail, seeming to squirt directly from his tailhole, and splattered against the pine needles on the ground in front of Turick. Cool morning air kissed the leopard's tip, and finally, gleaming, slimy pink flesh peeked from between the rabbit's trembling buttocks, its urethral slit gaping partway open from the slick friction pulling the skin back along every part of his erection and drooling out another rope of precum.

Turick's muzzle was gaping open, too, unable to believe what he was seeing. With a whimpering grunt, he slammed his hips home, and the entirety of his glans plopped out from Solierre's vice-like sphincter.

His paws went slack, letting the rabbit go. His dick throbbed, flexing upward and making the bunny's legs swing once more, the rabbit's thighs forced apart by the girth between them.

Solierre was completely, utterly impaled.

The leopard stared and swayed, then stumbled back and tripped over his own feet, arms flailing as he fell onto his butt, the impact jarring the poor rabbit and making the little male's nose squish that much more firmly down against the leopard's sheath, the feline's crown jutting that much farther past the bunny's twitching tail.

Turick's dick throbbed again, flinging a long rope of pre in an uneven arc off to one side and back past the leopard's head. Part of it landed on the front of his shoulder, but that only added to the cum already matting his fur there.

The leopard leaned back, grabbing the impaled bunny by both soft hips and moaning as he pushed his paws against the tension in his erection's base, levering both his shaft and the rabbit downward toward the ground, until Turick could get a good look at the bunny's limp-eared face.

"S-Sol..." Turick grunted out, then moaned again. "Ohh, rrrrng...Sol..."

He could see Solierre's eyelashes flutter open partway from this angle, but nothing else. The rabbit had nothing to look at except Turick's lower belly and the folds of the leopard's sheath bunched up against the bunny's nose. Solierre's chin and throat were nestled down on top of the center crease between Turick's balls, the leopard's sack swelling up to either side of the bunny's face, a soft cushion underneath the little male's stuffed chest.

The rabbit's shoulders shifted, and Turick could feel a pair of little paws on the front of his scrotum. They gave his gurgling sack a plaintive push, then first one and then the other fell limp. The rabbit's eyelashes fluttered closed, the abused little male finally passing out after holding his breath for so long.

But Turick could still feel Solierre's heart pattering beside the barrel of his phallus.

Groaning, the leopard turned his eyes back up to the bunny's striped rump, to his own tapered glans throbbing and drooling past those snug cheeks, and Solierre's well-being faded from his thoughts. He leaned forward, closing his eyes and snarling at the overwhelming tightness of the rabbit around him, then gasped when he felt his breath against his crown. He was very nearly kissing his own tip.

With a shudder, he did exactly that, rubbing the side of his face against his glans in a feline show of affection, then opening his muzzle and wrapping his lips around the first couple inches. He could scarcely believe Solierre had fit it all in his mouth, let alone through the rest of his body. As it was, Turick's own jaw felt an inch shy of popping, but he was able to get his lips around the entirety of it, his cheeks bulging much as the rabbit's had.

The leopard's nose pressed down against the bunny's upside-down ballsack, inhaling its sweet scent deeply, and he could feel Solierre's limp tail fluff against his chin, the rabbit's buttocks hugging around his face. If only he could get his tongue out past his teeth...but he could taste the rabbit's sugary flavor right on his own shaft where it jutted from Solierre's backside. Cinnamon and sugar between soft, doughy buns. It was enough to make Turick shake with muffled, delirious laughter.

But not enough to reduce his libido.

He pulled his lips back and off with a noisy slurp, then grabbed Solierre's waist, the leopard's fingers squeezing himself again through the little male's stretched pelt. Then he watched his drenched tip vanish back within that girly ass, only to jut out into the open again with an upward thrust of his hips. Back up he pulled the unconscious bunny, then shoved him down again, smashing Solierre's face into the leopard's sheath. Again. Then again, and again, until Turick was using the poor rabbit like an undersized toy to masturbate himself.

He reached back down to Solierre's neck, pinning the rabbit's limp ears down with his thumb. Turick's paw was big enough to surround the bunny's throat from chin to collar bone with room to spare when he spread his fingers out, and he found himself grasping around half of the rabbit's skull, as well.

Up, and down. Up, and down, each tug of the rabbit's durable body making the leopard's throbbing cock slip out of view, each downward shove making the bunny's rear cheeks jiggle outward as that erection reemerged. The longer Turick's strokes became, the more Solierre's legs jostled and swayed, long enough that his limp toes patted down against the front of the leopard's balls each time he hilted the bunny.

Shoving himself home again, the big cat took a moment to gather the rabbit's ankles in a paw again, keeping the bunny bent nearly double for the moment and rumbling in pleasure as a natural squeeze wrapped snugly around his shaft just behind his exposed tip when he tucked the other male's legs together. He eased those legs upward, feeling the downy fluff on the backs of Solierre's striped thighs press up against the bottom of his crown, then the inner thighs surrounded that glans. Turick's other paw wrapped around the bunny's knees and squeezed, forcing those thick thighs to hug warmly around his tip, the slack muscles soft underneath the velvety white fluff that coated the rabbit's inner legs.

Turick tucked his muzzle around the side of those legs, hugging Solierre's body up against his chest, and stared down at the rabbit's frontside, at the solid cylinder of the leopard's erection outlined vividly everywhere except where the bunny's ribcage pinched around it. Still he could feel Solierre's heart, if slightly fainter now. The leopard growled needily, moving his paw from the rabbit's knees back to the little male's waist, squeezing around himself, then slowly moved his paw a few inches up and down the bunny's torso, feeling the pressure of his fingers sliding against his hidden, turgid flesh through the little male's pelt. His paw sped up, its strokes lengthening, until he was ruffling the fur up and down Solierre's body from chin to crotch, but it was like rubbing himself through an overstretched condom, all pressure and no friction.

So he used his grip around the rabbit's skinny ankles to tug the bunny's whole body up again, almost all the way free, then clenched his fist around Solierre's side, claws breaking the skin through the bunny's fur, and slammed him down again, almost hard enough to bruise the squishy flesh of Turick's sheath, to say nothing of the rabbit's nose.

Up, and down again. Up, up, nearly off, and down, over and over and over. It wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough. Turick threw himself onto his back, sprawling over the forest floor, and masturbated with Solierre's unconscious body as if trying to do himself injury. From the start, a wet squelch from the rabbit's face had matched his every movement. Now it was twofold, and the lewd noises coming from the bunny's rump were that much louder as Turick's pre slopped and splattered out from underneath the rabbit's tail. Solierre's backside was drenched with it, the fur over his modest balls and sheath sticking out in clumps. A fresh spurt lobbed out of the leopard's slit every time it bared itself, a thick glaze of it soon dribbling down the rabbit's upended waist.

Not enough. Never enough. Turick held the helpless rabbit halfway up the column of his phallus, dug his shoulder blades into the dirt, and rammed his hips up as hard as he could, wrenched them down, his balls jostling between his legs as the feline's haunches soon became a blurred piston. He kept his eyes on the poor rabbit's butt until pre began to splash down over Turick's face, and he had to turn his head to the side to keep from being blinded by the watery slime.

Snarling, he rolled onto his knees, his sack grazing over the pine needles, then settling over the ground weightily as the leopard leaned forward, far enough to settle Solierre's body belly-down in the dirt in front of him. The leopard planted his paw on the small of the rabbit's back, fingers splayed wide across the upper curves of Solierre's buttocks, enjoying the press of the ground up against the underside of his shaft through that fuzzy condom.

He started humping.

Solierre's body bounced and flopped where it could, arms jostling at odd angles, legs twitching in the growing puddle of precum spreading between the rabbit's thighs. Turick was lost to the ecstasy, breeding the little bunny's unhinged mouth, his head, his throat and chest and belly and ass, ploughing viciously through it all and begging, begging for his peak to come. He was getting close, he knew he was, but close wasn't what he needed right then. He was fucking Solierre into the dirt, literally, a shallow trench forming in the loose soil under the rabbit's torso. Still not enough.

What had worked before? With the huntsmen apprentices, the pressure in the leopard's sack had been so great, it forced a climax out of him soon after he buried himself in the last of them. With Lev, it had taken seeing Solierre to push Turick over the edge, but he had Solierre there now. It was the rabbit himself that Turick was stuffing, that he was impaling. He tried to focus on that thought. Solierre. The beautiful, perfect rabbit that Turick had been admiring for weeks, for months, ever since the baker's apprentice had first arrived in Belleton.

That was him, Turick's crush, skewered around the leopard's pulsing arousal. That bright smile reduced to a snug hole to stick his shaft into, that beautiful body now a toy, a second skin, a patterned condom. Turick's patterned condom. No one else could use the rabbit like this. No one else in the world could stretch the bunny open so completely, so absolutely. And who else could give Turick so much pleasure? Not Lev, not the mice, not the huntsmen. They were pale imitations.

For the first time, Turick looked down and thought to himself that Solierre looked better now than the rabbit ever had before. That this, a helpless, fluffy cock sleeve is exactly what the bunny was always meant to be. Turick thought it, and wondered why it had never dawned on him before.

The rabbit was his toy. His condom. His cock's second sheath. The common thread of those thoughts triggered a predatory, feline instinct in him that he'd long held at bay:

Mine.

He sat back on his heels and began masturbating again with his tiger-striped toy, unhurried now, letting the pleasure build and build, but not driving it toward any desperate goal. He closed his eyes and drank in the cinnamon aroma in the air, the slight hint of sweet sugar from his rabbit cock sleeve, and he relaxed his body, stroking himself off gently with that fluff-covered tube, occasionally reaching out to caress its dangling appendages possessively, kneading himself through its fur and skin, that elastic material designed specifically for this purpose.

"Yesss..." With a sigh, he pulled the toy down firmly against his sheath, wrenching his paws around the rabbit's neck and belly, twisting in opposite directions, just to feel the inner flesh grip and contract around him. He pulled downward harder, giving an upward nudge of his hips, and harder still. Turick watched through lidded eyes as his crown twitched and throbbed its way an extra inch free from behind that limp tail. Then another. He drew in a deep breath, and when he felt an extra point of tightness under his sheath, looked down.

Solierre's short snout was nestled under the folds of the leopard's sheath. With a smile, still breathless and worn out from the exertion he'd put himself through, Turick reached down, tucked his fingers underneath his sheath, and eased it up and around the rabbit's entire head. Solierre's ears were pinned down against his neck, the leopard's sheath contracting like a bulging collar behind the unconscious bunny's jaw.

"You're mine now, Sol," Turick murmured, panting. He closed his fist around his bulging sheath and squeezed down around the solid lump there through the stretchy skin and fur. The rabbit's buck teeth dug into the very root of the feline's cock.

"My toy." He gave one more ruthless squeeze around the middle of that warm, tiger-striped tube. He could feel the bunny's spine nudging at the top of his shaft.

"My pleasure."

Turick leaned in, tilted his head, and clamped his teeth around the rabbit's rear cheek, right beside the exposed tower of his erection. He tasted sweet skin under his tongue, snarled in lust, and bit down harder, his fangs sinking into the toy's squishy, velvety fabric. In a voice he'd never used before, deep and commanding, he growled, "Mine."

Turick came.

The first gush fountained straight up and splattered all over him and the ground in an uneven ring where he sat. The second blasted even higher, blasting past branches and drenching the leaves above his head in an upside down deluge to drip and patter back down as his climax continued. It was the strongest orgasm he'd ever had, the spasms running up from his balls to the tip of his erection making his entire body quiver and clench, half again as much semen rocketing out of him with each gush as the other times he'd cum since opening that cursed box.

Tasting a faint hint of copper on his tongue, Turick pulled his muzzle back from the mound of fur and flesh between his clamping jaws, letting Solierre's buttock rebound to its perfect soft curve and centering his mouth over his erupting tip, wrapping his lips snugly around the throbbing glans. His orgasm's next blast sprayed straight into the leopard's muzzle and down his gulping throat, his adam's apple bobbing rapidly as he guzzled his cum down.

There was no way he could hope to swallow the volume he was shooting out, at least half of it cascading down through his lips and glazing over his cock sleeve's curves from every angle. He didn't stop drinking it, though, the mingling flavors of powerful cinnamon and subtle wolf urging him to down as much of that thick fluid as he could. It sat heavily in his stomach, and soon began tingling, his euphoria reaching a new high as he felt warmth spread out through his limbs from his abdomen.

It wasn't the first time he'd sampled his own cum. Blind with pleasure, Turick had drunk much of the semen he'd turned his fellow huntsmen into after the last of them burst from the overflow. He'd felt then the same thing he was feeling now.

His solidly toned muscles rippled all up and down his body, clenching and twitching uncontrollably, then, in fits and tiny bursts...expanded. He could feel it in his skin, drawing tight around the swelling shapes of his musculature, then growing to contain them. In his bones, energy from all that swallowed cum fortifying them, adding to them.

In his firm cock, the straining, living tube wrapped around it growing even more viciously tight as it swelled further, even more of that turgid length stretching up past the squeezing upper curves of its tiger-striped sleeve. It barely pushed Turick's head back at all, but rather matched the rest of his body's growth, almost proportional, so that it felt more to the leopard as if the world were shrinking around him.

It didn't last long, that growth, and it wasn't dramatic. As powerful as the leopard's orgasm was, the entire wolf's-worth of semen was spent in less than two minutes, leaving Turick's taut balls the size of snug melons once more between his spread thighs. It was enough to add a few inches of height, a touch more strength to his frame. His tail slapped at the ground as he let out a low moan, pulling up from his tip and watching it drool the last of his climax over the already slathered toy.

With a shudder, he reached down to caress the side of one of his balls, the orb still well over a pawfull, even with the new extra width of Turick's hands. His phallus stayed rigid in its toy, unsatisfied, but now that he'd climaxed so hard, his balls were feeling achingly empty.

Fortunately, the cum-slathered sleeve embracing his member looked like the perfect size to fill them again.

The leopard wrapped his paws around the middle of it, enjoying one last squeeze. He wanted to fuck that fluffy tube all the way to a second orgasm, but the hunger in his testes was a more pressing need. The toy had served its purpose.

B-dm...

Turick paused just before beginning to drag the toy back up his shaft, that faint thrum beside his embedded erection making him tilt his head in vague recognition. What...?

...B-dmp...

Wait. He'd just... Turick shook his head, rational thought trying fruitlessly to surface through the blood pounding between his ears.

...b...dmp...

Oh no.

"Solierre!" Turick's blood went cold, everywhere except in his raging cock, which seemed to actually grow more perversely aroused when he realized he could feel the rabbit's heart flickering its final, defeated beats next to where his penis was wedged under the other male's ribcage. His head was clearing, though not enough to stifle the pleasure throbbing between his legs, or to silence the gluttonous hunger in his balls. It was enough, at least, for him to grab at the rabbit's ankles and drag the bunny up the length of the leopard's barely softened member. Solierre's teeth caught on the ridge of Turick's tip, but he gave an extra tug, and they scraped past, the rabbit's head plopping free and his jaw somehow clicking back in place by itself.

He lowered the striped bunny carefully onto the ground, heedless of the thick smear of cum under the rabbit's back, and stared down at the beautiful male, dumbfounded at how little damage was visible. Solierre looked like he was merely sleeping peacefully, his belly and throat returned to their slender, unbulged shapes, his face still somehow intact and unmarred by the terrible, jaw-popping stretch it had just endured.

But he wasn't breathing.

Turick's paws trembled as they moved to the sides of the rabbit's face, and he lowered himself closer, eyes searching desperately for some sign of life. He had suffocated the rabbit, choked and smothered him around his erection, and Turick could no longer feel any pulse when he moved one palm down to cover the bunny's skinny little chest.

I can fix this, Turick thought frantically. He's...he's not gone yet. I just...I just need to give him mouth to mouth... His member pulsed, swinging upward with a firm flex, and he gulped. Turick wouldn't be able to touch lips with the rabbit, not without stoking the fires of his insatiable libido to the point of no return all over again. But that didn't change the fact that the bunny wasn't breathing. Solierre did need mouth to mouth.

Just not from him.

Turick swung the rabbit up into his arms, then over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, astounded at how light the little male felt. The leopard would never have had any trouble handling the rabbit, but it was as effortless now as it would have been to hoist up a house cat. He held Solierre's thighs in one hand and started staggering back toward the village, toward Belleton, but he only made it a couple steps before the presence of the rabbit's butt right next to his face made him slow to a stop. He wasn't even looking at that rump, but he could sense it beside him, over his shoulder. He could smell it, sweet as a hotcake's icing, and it made him lick his lips, his huge cock flexing again.

Gritting his teeth, Turick curled his free paw into a fist, shaking at the effort of restraint, warring with the compulsion to impale Solierre's body from the other end and rape him until there was nothing left of the little rabbit.

The leopard clenched his eyes shut, letting out a desperate whimper. Then he swung his fist down between his thighs and punched himself in the balls as hard as he could.

It made him yelp in pain, but he gave himself two more punches for good measure before the agony could fully register, using all the new strength he'd drawn from guzzling his cum. His knees tried to buckle, and his stomach lurched. He wanted to curl up and retch, but when he saw his member start to finally wilt and retreat back into its sheath, he clenched his jaw and hammered his fist into his sack one more time.

It wasn't easy to walk after that, but dammit if he didn't manage.

After only half a minute of walking, though, his sheath began plumping out all over again. He just couldn't get Solierre's sweet aroma out of his nose, and the rabbit's thighs were so velvety soft under his paw...

Groaning, Turick rolled his eyes up toward the leaves above him, his steps growing hurried, but more unsteady. He turned his head toward the rabbit's hip beside him, and his paw moved high enough to feel the softness of the lowest curve of the bunny's rump. His cock started to reemerge despite a twinge of aching protest from his bruised testicles. It's probably too late, already. What more harm will it do if...if...

A swarm of delectably twisted mental images swarmed through his head, and he whimpered again, but with the fiercest of struggling efforts, he slid his palm back down Solierre's striped thighs, away from that perfect bottom.

Then he ran.