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"Justin..." The rabbit panted.

It was the first sound to break the several moments of creaking, hitched breathing, sheet-rustling, and genital squelching.

The wolf's pace slowed, until he was gently grinding and churning within her. He gazed slightly forward at her flushed face, smiling back at him.

"How's it feel makin' love in your bed, this time?" She asked with a honeyed voice, shimmying her hips to draw attention to their coupling. Her heart pounded when his answer was to draw his muzzle near, and lick her lips. They parted, accepting his tongue, closing her eyes as it invaded and wrestled. She let out little squeaks and coos, opening up to let his tongue lick her soft palate.

When he receded from delightedly smothering her, she let out a set of passionate breaths. Her newly acquired height meant that he had to press against her cutie to reach her muzzle, and the whole time her legs tingled as his knot put pressure on her vulva and clitoris. "Tie with me whenever you're ready," she told him.

She smiled when she saw his tail wag. She groaned with satisfaction as he ground against her. "That's it, pop it in..." She encouraged him. Her heart fluttered when she heard him whimpering in desperation, her loins squeezing to make his entry that much more difficult--and pleasant.

She let out a grunt when the wet, juicy squelch accompanied the sudden strain and stretch in her labia. Her legs instinctively widened in response to the warm bulb of flesh, but after it was in she made her thighs comfy against his sheath, gently squeezing. "Good boy."

He pushed against her again, now more easily able to reach her muzzle, and asked for another kiss by way of licking her lips.

She giggled, obliging him. This time, she gazed into his eyes as his tongue tried to go as deep into her muzzle as it could. She tilted her head slightly to one shoulder to give him better vantage, and even snuck in a few quick licks of his palate in return.

"My mouth," she panted, when their kiss broke. "My cutie... Just one left," she said with a teasing tone.

He winced with uncertainty. "You sure?" He asked.

"Pretty soon you won't be able to make love with my cutie as much," she reminded him. "I'm almost able to get my whole thumb in. Maybe next weekend you can try just getting it in that far," she said with hopeful optimism.

"Still sounds... I mean... Y'know?" He said, not wanting to repeat his reasons for reluctance at the moment.

She whimpered. "How else are we going to keep making love without me getting pregnant? Mom will freak if that happens."

He closed his eyes, sighing. "Yeah... I know. So..." He averted the subject, tugging his hips a little to draw attention to his knot wedged between her thighs. "You ready?"

She took in a deep breath, as if to steel herself. "Sure," she said, in such a way that meant she was completely unsure.

He picked up on this, and rested his hand on one of her swelling breast. He gently squeezed it, the softening lump underneath feeling squishier and plumper each week. "You said you would feel better doing it as long as I was inside," he reminded her.

She closed her eyes, and nodded. "I only want to when you're inside," she stated, as if in mantra to herself.

He leaned down, sliding his hand from her nipple, and latched on, giving her a few suckles. He sighed as her body relaxed, and let go, giving the pert bud a lick. "I don't want you to feel guilty or anything; I want you to enjoy it."

"I'll enjoy it," she assured him. "As long as it's only when your knot's in me, I'll... I'll enjoy it."

As if every exchange required it, he leaned in to give her another kiss, this time less invasive and more intimate. Since his girlfriend had started blooming, he was eager to do as much as he could with her before the risk of cumming in her womb was too high.

She had already had her "pre-heat" nights, like Brittany had, and this was probably the last chance he would have before he would need to change direction and make love to the hole just below the one he wanted to from then on--except for when they got condoms, which Brittany promised she would try to acquire.

He relaxed as the guilt and reluctance faded from her. But, she was quick to tense once again when he reached for the bead sitting beside them.

She watched his hands pull apart as he untangled the pink cord that had gotten all bunched up in his backpack. Then, he set the little pink bullet within her navel, and looked at her one last time.

She gave him a nod, then a series of clicks preceded a sudden burst of activity within her belly-button. Normally it would probably tickle, but with her nerves it only made her twitch with agitation and pensiveness.

He set the dial beside them, keeping his fingers ready to notch it up or down. With his other hand, he secured the bullet within thumb and first two fingers, lightly pressing it into her belly.

She took deep breaths as the bullet slowly moved down. As it started to touch the bony bump of her mound, she could feel the vibrations getting stronger in her loins. Her muscles twitched and quivered, an uneasy pleasure tickling all around her groin.

It was held there for a little while, allowing her to get used to it. The vibrations got more intense as he notched them up twice over a few seconds.

She held her breath, and closed her eyes, begrudgingly allowing the pleasure of the tingles to excite her. The bead moved further down.

"Ahhhh!" She sat up and gripped the bed, feeling vibrations get closer to her clitoris. "Nnnnnngh--stop-stop-stop-stop-stop-stop-stop!" She pleaded, just as the buzzing touched her clit and made her pelvis rapidly and quickly twitch up and down. As if he was so enamored by the effects he didn't hear her, he only complied at the very end of her string of requests to cease, lifting the bullet away.

She gasped, and fell back, panting.

The vibrator was quickly turned off, the bead lying dormant on the bed.

When she opened her eyes, she was afraid of what she might see--and her fears were realized.

His face was mixed with a sort of dejection and disappointment, as if he questioned if he had done something wrong or had gone too far again, and now he was on her bad list.

Her heart twisted up in her chest.

"Hey," she brushed the hand that rested beside her, that once held the bullet. "...Can... you let me have it?" She asked.

He looked a little dazed, glancing around as if not understanding what she was asking. Then, he went for the bullet, and picked it up. He held it, looking at her.

She nodded, holding up her hand for it. The pink bead was placed in her palm, and she pushed to her thumb and two fingers to hold it, similar to how he had done. With her other hand, she reached for the control, and he slid it over to her reach.

"C'mere," she said, tilted her head and nuzzling the pillow next to her.

Blinking, he carefully laid atop her, and rested his head in the spot she had nuzzled, His cheek was kissed, and she rested the heel of her hand upon his rump.

He breathed lightly as he felt what she was doing. The vibrating bead was slid along his cheek, until it gently bumped into his testicles. They were coaxed upward, and the plastic bullet pressed against the back of his knot, the bead pushing her labia aside to do so.

His toes curled when the vibrations started.

"Ooo!" She cooed right away, turning the dial up several more notches. "Mmmmmh," she nuzzled his cheek, "that's so... cool..." she let out a breath of fascination. "I can m-make your d-dick vibrate in me." She turned the dial up to max, letting out a whimper. "I can feel the whole thing wiggling all the way up to my cervix," she remarked, using the anatomical word instead of their pet-name for it. "How does it feel for you?"

"G-G-Good," he muttered, trying to process exactly what he was feeling. As many times as he had seen the girls use the vibrators on themselves, it had never crossed his mind that they might have an effect on him, as well.

From his rump to his navel, he felt sort of numb, but from the base of his testicles and all up his pink pecker, he felt the jostling and wriggling vibrations force him to, in turn, jostle and wriggle about within her warm, wet depths. His tip rubbed and prodded along the back of her walls, while all around he grazed and teased the soft flesh of her tunnel at various points. His knot received the brunt of the activity, which was unable to move; instead, it served as an amplifier that he was not aware of.

Though she could feel his tip press against her cervix and cause it to twitch and squirm about at his mercy, the knot that plugged her vulva, which was also stimulated by the vibrations, was pressed against her clitoris from underneath, where the other sensitive tissues also were.

Once she was used to the oddness of having an unsteady, living vibrating dildo within her, she was able to focus upon the knot and what it did to her. Before, when he had touched her clitoris with the bead, it had been too much for her. This was also too much for her, but in a different way--a way she could just barely manage to handle.

He fought hard not to cum. Something about the vibrations tickled him in places he had never felt before. There was a spot somewhere inside of him, almost directly behind his testes, that felt like it twitched and fluttered every so often, if he relaxed his muscles and allowed the vibrations to travel them fully.

Try as he might, her moans of pleasure and the inability to get used to the volatile activity the vibrations forced upon their loins, he let out several yips as he started to relieve his semen into her.

But, he was joined by her soon, and felt the fervent squeezes of her own climax, coupled with her moans of ecstasy that added vibrations to his heart directly from her chest.

He gushed within her for several seconds, before his orgasm finally settled to a trickling. She lasted a bit longer, having clearly had a "multicum" from the experience. He loved it when she had those; the feeling made him proud and fulfilled, like he had just been given a hero's medal after a fierce battle.

When she finally calmed, the bullet fell, but continued to buzz upon the sheets.

They panted and held one another for a time. Despite the chilly air, they were warm in their coupling. He had purposefully turned the temperature down so that the heater wouldn't kick in.

After several moments, one of them had the wherewithal to finally snub the bullet before it ran out of batteries. They wrapped arms around each other, and her case her legs hooked about him, and began kissing and tongue-wrestling.

After some time, she broke the kiss, and relaxed her legs. "Hey," she panted, her tunnel squeezing as she thought about what she was going to say.

"Hm?" He asked, sleepily.

"Pull out." She told him.

The words sent a pulse of rousing through him. "Uh..." He lifted his head up. "But I'm not... soft yet," he said, feeling his penis throb.

"i know." She replied. "I... wanna see something I heard about."

"But didn't it hurt last time?" He questioned with concern.

"Mmm..." The sheets rustled as she shrugged. "Not any more than it hurts going in. Plus, you kinda surprised me last time, so I wasn't ready for it anyway," she reminded him.

He let out a soft whimper. "If you're sure."

She reached down, spreading her folds. "I'm sure."

They spent a moment readjusting their posture. He slowly got himself to a kneel, straddling her thighs by lifting his knee up and over one at a time. Leaning over her, he held his hands upon her hips, and looked to her eyes.

With another nod, he steadied himself with a breath. Counting quietly, he gently pulled back just to gauge the effort. He watched her carefully, and didn't notice any signs of discomfort or reluctance in her.

With another count, he pulled back again, this time more firmly.He noticed her face scrunch up a little, and aborted.

She took a breath, shimmied her legs a little wider without throwing off his leverage, and gave him another nod.

He repeated the ritual a few more times. Each time, she added a new element--a vocalization, a head turn, and an abdominal flutter--and he managed to feel like he was getting less and less resistance from her vulva.

Through several more attempts, their junction began to utter soft squelches as he tugged his bulb outward from between her labia, allowing air to pass through. Finally, round about the dozenth attempt, there was a distinct sound like drinking from a suction-top bottle, followed by a squishy pop.

He winced as his knot felt a pressure all around for a brief second, like when he accidentally bumped his funny-bone and his arm went numb. But, soon it subsided.

She, however, had a mini-orgasm. Her breath went fluttery, and her eyes crossed for a few seconds. Her passage tried to squeeze at what of him remained in her.

When she settled down, he started to pull all the way out.

"Wait," she said with sudden burst of energy, propping herself up by her elbows. "I... I want to see it dribble... Don't get any on the sheets, okay?"

He blushed, nodding. Using his fingers, he held his penis by the knot to keep it stable, and started scooting back on his knees, lifting them back over inside her thighs. When he was just a few inches back, his tip still inside her warm, and semen-slippery folds, he pulled out and pointed his tip upward, so that it rubbed along her upper-wall.

She followed the feeling along with her eyes, taking in a light breath as his tip rubbed up along her petals. She twitched and delight as he passed over her clitoral hood, rising up on his knees, and hovered himself over her pubic bone.

His puphood twitched when she cooed, which encouraged his dribbling to start up again. The thin thread of semen trickled down in regular pulses of thickness, like honey dripping from a ladle.

"Come closer," she said, lying back upon the pillows, and fanning her hand in gesture.

He swallowed, his heart thumping in his chest, mixed with embarrassment and thrill. Still holding himself at the knot, his penis covered in both her fluids and a thin, milky coat of his own semen, he began walking on his knees up to her.

Her muscles fluttered lightly when she felt the trickle of his cum upon her thin pelt. She blushed at the knowledge that she was going to get a nice trail of it from her cutie to her muzzle, all up her body. It reminded her of the cum-massages he gave her, and how she wanted to have those again.

He paused, looking down when she blushed. He noticed that his trickling semen was starting to make a trail on her body. He looked to her eyes, and gave a bashful smile, as he deliberately lowered his tip to her belly-button.

She giggled. "Okay," she said, as a mother might allow her child's benign desire. "If you wanna drizzle some cum on me, go ahead."

He let out a delighted whimper, his tail twitching in subdued excitement. He waited few a few moments, until her navel was filled with his cum, before continuing up. He took the time to ensure there was a solid line, which meant his pace took about half a minute to go from her belly-button to her sternum.

With his tip between the swells of her growing breasts, he took a slight detour from his current path.

She cooed as he shifted to her right side, and surged for a full second. A thick bead of his masculinity pushed out, settling right upon her pert nipple as he touched his tapered tip to it to ensure it rubbed off completely.

On trembling legs, he returned to her sternum, and repeated the action for her other nipple, which laid just over her heart. He rested his tip there for a moment, trying to feel the beat within his loins--but, he admitted it was probably just his own.

Seeing the waning patience in her expression, he continued on to his destination straight from her nipple, crossing her collar-bone. His fingers traded away for hers right then.

Now in full control, she guided him to rest upon the headboard, so that his penis could hover over her face without him having to support himself as much, since his legs were starting to get tired.

She let out breaths that she held for a few seconds at a time, watching as the semen from his tip dripped out onto her face. She turned to one side, letting the musky, sticky seed coat her cheek. She turned back, moving so he pointed at her forehead, letting it cover as much as she could, before turning to the other cheek.

All the while, he matched her pace in breathing, watching as his lover frosted her face with his semen. Then, he twitched when she settled her lips over his tip, letting the semen finally trickle inside of her once again.

"Hmm... Tastes a little different," she observed. "Not as strong. More watery, too," she licked her lips, rolling her eyes up to meet his. She gave him a smile. "But... The rest of your dick is covered in our love-making cum..."

He let out a whimper as she let the thought trail for a moment, giving him a kiss on his crown. That kiss turned into a few brief suckles, drawing out a few seconds of trickling semen all at once. Then, he let out a yip as her head moved forward, and she gulped him down.

She cooed around his cock, for each time she suckled him he let out a whimper of pleasure. The taste of their coupling was potent and musky, and she could almost pick out the taste of herself amidst the familiar saltiness of his.

She suckled it off of him like a baby to the bottle. When he was cleaned of their love-making, she let out a groan of satisfaction that drew out delightful yips and twitches from him. She opened her muzzle and pulled him out, his semen still dribbling on her tongue, chin, and clavicle, and tilted her head to clean his knot with her tongue.

When all was cleaned off, she laid back down upon the pillow, letting his semen trickle out onto her cheek, and looked up at him. "More?" She asked, sweetly.

He throbbed. "M-More?" He repeated.

She nodded. "Dip inside me again... I wanna taste more."

He let out a fluttery breath, shakily departing the headboard to straighten up on his own. He started to scoot back.

"Take your time, but try not to make me wait too long?" She requested.

"Mhmm," he nodded, shimmying down a little faster, his penis dragging down her body. Kneeling between her legs, he took his penis in his fingers, and guided it to her hole.

She joined him in exhale when he entered her again. "Tie with me," she told him, spreading her thighs to give him room. She let out a puff of air with each of his grunting thrusts. Her eyes rolled back when his knot pushed in, a little easier than the first time.

He laid upon her, and she wrapped her arms around him. It didn't matter that he was getting his own cum mixed with her fur, or that he was tasting it when he kissed her cheek. If it was on her, it was a special case, and he would tolerate his own bitter, salty flavor.

She giggled as he started to churn within her, wondering if the thought she had might be what happened. As his humping became more frantic, she held him tighter, her wonders coming to fruition. Her heart skipped as he let out anxious and eager whimpers, feeling his tip kissing her cervix, begging her to let him in.

Her body obliged. She convulsed briefly at the feeling of her inner ring getting dilated by head crown. She let out a weak groan, wrapping her legs around him again, locking him in. His thrusts were rapid and jabbing, his tip not leaving her snug, inner hold, but nudging it back and forth in a particular manner that helped her see sparkles in her eyes.

"You're so cute," she said with adoration, rubbing his back while he desperate pushed within her. "Felt too good to just dip it in, had to cum again." She giggled. "Silly puppy, you already filled my tummy up earlier. I dunno if I can handle any more of your love."

He whined, his thrusts shallowing.

She cooed. "No, keep going I'll... I'll try, just for you, okay? Let it out, c'mon sweet Puppy, I know how much you need it." When she heard his whines reach a higher pitch, she muttered her love for him and pulled up his chin so that she could kiss his throat, reminiscent of when he had his teeth around hers.

To her delight, her words and actions sent him over the edge. Her spine shivered at his yips and yelps of ecstasy, he having allowed them for her to indulge, despite his reluctance and embarrassment. Within her chamber, he throbbed and gushed once more, spilling his warm, sticky love right into her womb.

Despite his heavy breaths and weariness, he began to tug back right after the tingles of his orgasm faded. This action was also easier, once she had released disentangled her legs from around him, and he was able to readily pull out of her.

Even while she briefly recovered from the departure of his knot, he was crawling up her body. This time, a more copious amount was dribbling from his tip, and his length was covered in more of his milky-white semen. She opened her muzzle, and caught him as he neared to help guide him right in.

This round was much more potent than the last. Her whole body went weak at the taste and the idea that her tongue had licked over what had just been peeping into her womb. She rested a hand on her tummy, gently massaging the spot below her navel that felt so warm and distinct, only when his seed helped to point it out to her.

A curious idea crossed her mind. He seemed to enjoy the vibrations earlier, and so she reached for the bullet.

He took in a weak gasp when he felt something press against the spot behind his testicles. Then, he closed his eyes as the vibrations tingled through him. That familiar numbness took him quickly, but this time there was a distinct feeling he could draw upon that was just a whisper before.

Where she had placed it, right behind his nuts, and where she firmly pressed it to perhaps feel him wiggle all down her throat, was the spot that had curiously tickled before, when she had placed the bullet behind his knot.

Now, directly over his perineum, he felt the vibrations tickle and stimulate a part of him that he could not name, nor that he knew existed, but that he instinctively felt the pleasure of.

She was surprised when he started moaning much like she does. It wasn't normal for him to do so, or at least not in the way she could hear. Normally he could tell his moans were just noise, just like sometimes when she moaned despite not feeling any pleasure, to make sure he felt good. But this time, and perhaps because she was keen on that tactic, she could tell these moans were genuine.

Guided by them, she continued to press the vibrator firmly against the spot behind his testes, and slowly moved it to experiment. After much moaning, twitching, and whimpering, she found that the best spot was actually right behind his testicles, so she had to push them forward to get them out of the way, and to press against him as firmly as she could.

He felt the vibrating all through his loins. From his tip, to his balls, to that spot at the base of his shaft, deep inside his body.

She exhaled with shock when his whole body suddenly started convulsing without any noise, and he went limp. His love spurted from his throbbing dick, and she sucked him through his quiet throes.

They lasted several seconds longer than usual, and when he calmed she turned off the vibrator. After several moments of him practically laying in a heap on top of her, she finally tried to nudge him.

After several attempts at nudging failed, she slipped out from under him. In doing so, he slumped down from the headboard, in an uncomfortable position.

Calling his name and looking over him with worry, she saw that he had just passed out. She was reminded of when he was frightened at her black-out, when they had done this in her bed.

Touching his cheek, she saw that he was very sound asleep. He always got a bit drained after his climaxes, but lately they had been draining him more and more. Having three so soon must have really taken a toll on him.

Carefully as she could, she moved him on the bed so that he was lying more comfortably. His penis was still dripping, but there was nothing she could do to keep it from getting on the towels; they didn't necessarily want to mess the towels, but that was their purpose after all.

When he was lying upon his back, his penis sticking up and dribbling on his tummy, she straddled him. Throughout her activities, she could feel their fluids slosh within her tummy and leak out over her thighs. She was eager to keep as much in as she could, and so she took his firm penis and slipped it in.

It was a bit of work getting the knot in on her own, but she managed; he was not awake to hear her squeak of delight as it popped into the security of her chamber once more.

Letting out a sigh, she laid atop her lover, letting his semen trickle out where it belonged--within her. A frisson of fear puffed her cotton-ball tail a little, as she thought of getting pregnant. Then, a pang of sadness followed, that this might be one of the last times she got to enjoy him gushing into her womb.

But, one day, he would get to again. She would drain his balls of as much batter as she could, and they would start a family of their own.

She giggled at the thoughts of only having daughters.