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The carriage was modest, unassuming as it clattered over the country road. Far from the main one. It was a place which meant few eyes were upon the conspicuous sight, and fewer still on the hooded figure inside. Though the ravaged lands were adorned with carrot farms, rabbit territory, the lone passenger's eyes gleamed green beneath his hood, those of a fox.

The farmer rabbits tended to their fields, paying little to no mind to the interloper among them. He was twice the size of even the burliest, salt-of-the-earthiest out there, but even if they did notice him, they knew well his presence was none of their business. So he passed on uninterrupted all along the trail, sifting through the spicy letters the rabbit princess had sent him. Along with the words upon their pages, they also wafted a lingering, sweet scent that put some weight in his sheath every time he turned a page.

He already knew their contents by heart, but he flipped through them nonetheless, eyes darting from one choice phrase to another.

Nicholas,

How I long to feel you fill me...

... nights spent lusting for your seed...

...quivering at the mere thought of you...

...do you like anal? 'Cause Abigail's totally into it and I've never tried it but like if you wanna we could totally do that. When you get here. Hurry! Butt stuff's waiting!

He chuckled some, tucking the pages away and instead just taking a peek out of the carriage windows. There was still some time until they arrived at the Triburrow castle. He surveyed the land as they rolled along, pondering. Though still scarred by the disastrous war between the kingdoms, it was recovering. Homes had sprung up from the ashes. The farms were surviving, if not exactly thriving. They were eating and they were living, but it could be better. And Judith could make it that way. With his help.

There were several problems with that, and not just the obvious in that joining a fox prince to a rabbit princess would be a lot to swallow for both kingdoms alike. They'd figure that out once they got over the first obstacle, which was the line of succession. Judith was merely the fourth-born among her dozens, perhaps hundreds of sisters but she still wasn't going to see the throne anytime soon at that rate. She had written to him telling little more than she had a plan, and to trust her.

What that could possibly be, he really had no idea. She never seemed the sort to resort to something as macabre as assassination, in her letters. But he'd never actually met her. Of course it was madness to pledge so much trust and love to someone he'd never even laid hands upon himself, and of course his family would have balked and attempted to convince him otherwise if he'd told them about it. And that was precisely why he was travelling almost alone, without his royal colours, down some muddy backwater road rather than with full escort and armed guard at his side.

Eventually they came upon what was little more than a drain, around back of the castle. Nicholas pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders as he stepped out into the mud, gritting his teeth. Trudging across the thin dirt path that circumvented the moat, bidding the carriage driver goodbye, he did half wonder if maybe this was all an elaborate prank. Lure out the vulnerable, naive prince and humiliate him.

That line of thought dried right up as soon as he pushed through the clunky wooden door, hidden away atop an old, rain-swept stone staircase. On the other side, he saw torchlight, and then several glimmering pairs of rabbit eyes. Several of Judith's sisters were lined up, one after another. Big, athletic, curvy, slight. But most importantly, there she was herself, beaming at him as soon as they locked eyes. Then bouncing right towards him, and not slowing down.

He only barely got his hands up in time to catch her as she launched herself right at him with those springy legs of hers. She still thudded into his chest hard, briefly knocking the wind out of him, making him stagger as he gripped under her thighs, holding her up against him. That let him Squeeze deep into those warm legs he'd longed to be between for so very long.

"Hi Judith," he said.

She laughed. "That's all? No elaborate proclamations of love? No practised soliloquy?"

"You didn't want that. You'd probably gag." He had learned she wasn't much for exceptionally mushy talk in their writings.

"Oh you're totally right but I wanted to tease you anyway. Hi!"

"I'm getting you all wet," he said, nodding to where his cloak was dripping rainwater all over her elegant pink dress.

"No kidding," she swiftly retorted.

"Right. Yes. See, it's harder to keep up with you when I don't have time to sit back and edit my words."

"Harder indeed!" She squirmed in his arms, getting a leg free, sticking it down and rubbing it against his crotch. Much firmer when she found he was already sporting something of a bulge. Or was that just his resting size?

Before they got too intimate though, he cleared his throat and looked over her shoulder. "So, who's all this? I didn't know you were the sort to enjoy an audience."

"Follow!" she simply commanded, bouncing out of his arms and landing solidly in front of him.

He exchanged a glance with those other lady rabbits, his confusion clear. They were all looking plenty pleased as well, if a little nervous. He opened his mouth as if to offer some words of reassurance that he wasn't about to just pounce and eviscerate them or the like, but instead he just followed Judith along uncertainly. More certainly when he saw her swinging rump, her little tufted tail poking up beneath her dress. He could all but see through it.

They proceeded on in silence. Nicholas found it uncomfortable. Especially passing through the dungeons, and by the moans and groans of prisoners, shoved into overstuffed cells that had them shoulder to shoulder. Nicholas had never seen so many rabbits in one place, and it was playing with his instincts like a toy. He held it all down, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could endure the gruelling march, especially after such a long journey.

Judith finally stopped, somewhere in the middle of the dungeons. Many eyes were on her. Saddened, hopeless eyes. Until she simply went striding retrieved a set of keys from a hook, and started unlocking those cells, one after another. Nicholas stared at her in awe as dirtied rabbits funnelled past him, giving him a wide berth, avoiding his gaze.

"There! They weren't helping anyone locked up in here for petty crimes. When we rule together I won't have to sneak around doing this!"

All his noble sensibilities were flabbergasted. He looked to her, and around the shabby dungeon, full of questions. Finally he just went with the most basic. "Where is your jailer?"

"Don't have one! Not a lot of staff in the old castle, these days. We can't feed many mouths. What with your kingdom burning down half the land and all."

"Right. Sorry about that," Nicholas said, unsure of what else he ought to say..

"Not like you did it yourself! Were still sitting in a tower reading your fancy books while all that went down, am I right?"

"Not wrong. Now, I was wondering..."

"Oh, I know you have at least a million questions, but hold it until we get somewhere safe! Without prying ears. Other than these eight." She broadly gestured to her four siblings.

"You're certainly keeping me in suspense," he said, but he did grin a bit. He could tell she had a plan.

"I'll tell you! But not here! Ears wiggling everywhere! This way!"

So he followed that swaying booty once more, as she led the way up a secret passage, some winding, darkly-lit stairs he had to climb with his head down. It must have been a full minute of simply following along in near-blackness, up the stairs, around and around, until she finally turned a secret handle and swung open the wall to reveal a warmly-lit bedroom.

The crackling fire was a great relief for him and his damp fur, as he shed his cloak, looking all about. It looked much like the letters described. A soft bed covered in pillows. A window overlooking the lands below as they seemed to almost burn with the setting sun's orange tones. Just slightly racy art upon the walls. The same walls she'd written about, or more specifically, told him she wanted to be slammed against while he plunged deep within her sex. His sheath stirred to remember such a line.

Of course, there was still the matter of their audience. Before he let himself grow to visibly aroused, he turned to those other rabbits, a bit surprised to find they were still all present, having followed all the way. He parted his lips to ask about them, but Judith caught him before he could do so.

"Oh, you're wondering about them? It'll all make sense in time! All part of my cunning and, frankly, devilish plan!"

Nicholas simply looked to her with a soft smile. "You sound like a fox."

"Well, that's why I want to fuck one," she said with an irresistible grin.

He felt his cheeks growing warmer to hear such talk in person. Reading it was one thing. The ease she said it with meant she knew what she was doing. Meant she probably had more experience than him. Before he could reflect on that any longer, she continued.

"Anyway, here they are! Introduce yourselves or something, ladies! Don't just stand there being weird!"

There was an exchange of glances among the sisters, slight murmuring, none of them exactly knowing who should go first. When he looked them over, he noticed the looks they were giving him. Wide-eyed. Cautious. All of them staying near each other. Judith's comfort with him had almost made him forget he was a fox in a rabbit's domain, his reputation preceding him.

He attempted a smile to them, unable to think of anything he might say to reassure them, but his own nervousness made it a little unsteady. It probably wasn't helping. Finally, one of them stepped forth. She was the largest of the siblings, both in height and width. Well-fed, but not especially fat - merely a pleasantly plump, ravishingly curvy rabbit that Nicholas couldn't help but look up and down a few times when she stepped forth.

"Abigail," she simply said, giving a curtsy, and then seemed to be struck by a thought. "First in line for the throne."

He wasn't sure why she felt the need to add that, so he just gave a simple half-bow in return. Thoughts were running wild through his head, and Judith's beaming expression wasn't helping him be any less confused. But he trusted her. Of course he did.

Another rabbit walked, or bounced forth really. Leaner than her sister before, but just as busty, just as wide at the hip, working down an hourglass figure to an exceptional shape that seemed as if it ought to be just fantasy.

"Mia," she said. "Second in line."

Again with that seemingly unnecessary information. Nicholas bowed his head again, letting curiosity remain a flame at the back of his thoughts for the moment.

Third was a particularly shy-looking one, a bit smaller than the others. She spoke very softly, which fit with her modest shape. Less bombastically curvy than the first two. "Isabella, third," she simply said and stepped back once more.

There was a pause, and then Judith just chuckled, waving her hand. "Oh, right. Me! Fourth. Duh. He knew that. Keep going."

"Guess there's just me left, then!" came a chipper voice. "I'm Emma. I'm behind Judith in line, but I wanted to come along anyway! Just to see, really."

"See what, exactly?" Nicholas finally couldn't resist being inquisitive.

"You know! The show! She didn't tell you?"

Nicholas looked over to Judith, who simply snorted.

"You didn't tell him," Emma said flatly, not a question.

"Please," Judith said. "You can't send that kind of thing in writing. It's treasonous! Father would have me fed to foxes if he found out. Speaking of."

Abigail scoffed. "Oh, smooth transition Judith."

"Shush. So. Nicholas. My love. Despite the necessary complication of sibling rivalry, I have managed to bring these sisters of mine to a consensus."

"And what's that?" Nicholas was neither amused or bemused, entirely uncertain of what to feel and where this was all going. He simply stood with his hands on his hips, a dazed expression on his face.

"Simple! I would be a way better queen then any of them. Especially with the right prince-turned-king. Right, ladies?"

"I think you're oversimplifying the extensive discussion required to come to such an agreement, but, yes." Abigail seemed reluctant at first, but eventually she was smiling. "You are much more capable than I or any of us could ever be. You could be the one to get us through these hard times. I certainly wouldn't know the first thing about directing an entire kingdom, myself."

Though still uncertain about all this, Nicholas found himself warming up. Literally and figuratively. Especially when Judith came over to him, leaning right back against him, head tilted back, giving him an inverted gaze of adoration. He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss, the first of surely many. His hands were slightly unsteady, but at least that move came naturally enough.

"And where do I come into all this?" he asked her, rubbing at her shoulders, trying not to poke her with his bulging sheath just yet.

"Well, what better way than to clear the lines of succession than a hungry fox? I mean. You are hungry right? After a long journey like that?"

He hadn't really noticed until she mention, his stomach having been all tied up in knots in anticipation of their meeting. As if responding for itself, his gut gave an audible gurgle that rumbled all through his body. More than just hungry. He was absolutely ravenous. And not at all looking forward to whatever carrot-based dish they had on offer to remedy that.

"I think I needn't say more." He nodded down to the source of that hungry gurgle.

Judith gave a surprisingly deep moan in response. It almost startled him, simply for how lewd it sounded over such a simple thing as him getting hungry. He felt like he had to be missing something.

"Good. Gooooood," she moaned. "I want you hungry. I want you vicious for this."

"I still don't know what you're getting at."

Her rabbit teeth gleamed with her grin up at him. "Do I have to spell it out to you?"

He began to deny it, but he stopped. Instead, he relented. "Yes, actually. What exactly do you expect me to do?"

"Oh, you are so innocent." She pinched his belly, reaching up over her head. "I want you to do what comes naturally to foxes, silly. No restraint. No guilt. They want you to do it. You're going to be helping us. Helping every rabbit in the kingdom, really."

"Plus, it's going to be so much fun to watch," Emma chimed in, bouncing on the spot.

Nicholas felt something strange hit him. It was partly just embarrassment. All those lovely rabbit ladies standing there, all gazing at him with expectations he wasn't sure he was going to be able to meet. But there was something else. Something warm, something surging like forks of lightning. Crackling through his body, bringing new life, new energy to his tired muscles. Like he could run for miles, lift boulders. Or chase down fleeing prey, and pin it down.

The truth was he'd never done harm to anyone. Not directly anyway. He'd never used his teeth on anything more than cooked meat prepared specifically than him. Never engaged in battle, never claimed prey like some of his siblings. But there was something awakening in him. Making him want to snarl, to pounce, to attack. Maybe it lurked in every fox, even the most seemingly tame ones. Maybe they were right to have looked at him with such cautious gazes.

"So, you want me to..."

"Eat us!" came Mia's voice before he could finish.

"Eat you. Right." He paused, sucking in a breath, and then looked over to them again. There must have been an expression on his face he didn't know he was making, because they all recoiled just a bit when he did so. "That's what I thought you were getting at. I'm... well, I'm not even sure what to say."

"Just say rawr, snarl, so on," Judith told him, spinning around and just rubbing her hands up and down his front side. Paying particular attention to his belly, pressing in firmly on the lean muscle there.

"You're all sure about this? I've never heard of rabbits actually wanting this to happen to them before." He loosed opened his shirt. His mind had already been made up even if he was still projecting an aura of hesitance.

"Shows what you know about rabbits." Judith stuck her tongue out. "This kind of thing happens constantly. We write books about it. There are great paintings. Sure, it's terrible and all. But the thought still makes us wet."

He blinked a few times. There weren't really any more appropriate responses. "Huh."

That was when it really hit him. Not a particular thought, but rather a scent. A collective, mingled, rising warmth hovering all about the room. Sweet and intoxicating. Those looks in their eyes, what he mistook for fear, was really little more than barely-contained lust. They'd been eyeing him up and down ever since he got there. Upon realizing what a situation he'd stumbled into, he just let his sheath drop fully, bulging out in those muddy travelling pants.

Though there was something else. Guilt was welling up in his chest. Not for the thought of consuming the rabbits. Oh no, that was nothing but arousing. Rather, it was the thought that her impression of him might not entirely be entirely accurate. In their letters back and forth, he had drawn from various works of fiction, or tales overheard, boasted by his older siblings. He had hypothetically ravaged her in all manner of devious ways. But he hadn't been drawing from experience in the slightest, in truth.

Was he doing a thing with his expression again? He must have been, unless Judith could simply read his mind. She seemed to pick up on that uncertainty of his as if he were shouting it like a decree. She elbowed him.

"Don't even worry about not knowing what to do, by the way. We all agreed! You write a good letter but we're all pretty sure you've never done this before. Am I right? I have money riding on this, don't let me down here."

"Uh. That would be correct. Not with a rabbit, at least." He let that qualification hang in the air for a moment, then just gave in. "Or a fox. Or anyone else."

"Perfect! You owe me, Emma."

Judith's sister just put her hands on her hips and gave a shrug. "Okay, fine, but when you're queen you can forgive my debt."

"You shall see the extent of my mercy!" Judith called back.

But before Nicholas could feel too left out, those four siblings began to encircle him. One on each side, ensuring that any direction he moved in would plant him firmly into a rabbit. Then their hands were on him, stroking, groping, or merely just touching with all the fascination of some ancient unearthed artifact. Meanwhile Judith simply stood back, directing them like a great conductor, waving her hands and urging them towards her bed.

It was hardly big enough for him alone, much less all of them, but it was soft and it smelled sweetly of Judith. They laid him out after guiding him there with gentle pushes and tugs. Nothing rough, letting him take his time, sprawling out with his paws hanging over the bottom. They were upon him in a moment, making him feel like an animal hunted by a coordinated pack, and for a moment it brought to mind his nightmares about wolves.

But rather than biting, they were simply stripping him down. Taking his wet clothes and more or less throwing them over their shoulders. Bringing all at bare orange fur onto display. Pristine, largely untouched despite the travels. He'd been taught to take very good care of himself, meaning his fur nearly glowed. Their voices blended together, murmuring their approval as they ran their fingers all over him, sparing nothing. From toes to ears, and all in between.

That of course meant plenty of groping rabbit fingers at his balls, his sheath. Grasping at them, rubbing them between their fingers. Treating him very gently, like he were made of glass. He hardly did a thing. Aside from firmly, quickly reveal the pink of his pointed fox cock, pushing thickly from his sheath, knot already partly formed, bulging at the base. A few pairs of hands were upon that in moments, squeezing tight, admiring it with curiosity that simply made him tingle behind his ears, to be the centre of attention like that.

Judith had taken a seat, pulling up a large, padded chair on the side of the bed to watch all the goings on. He looked to her and she smiled broadly, not pausing in her directorial gestures towards her sisters. She was the picture of a proper leader, he thought. Guiding every single detail, keeping all in order, without overreaching. Even if all she was ruling at the moment as a great big fox and rabbit orgy.

That she wasn't participating in his first-ever courtship was at first disappointing to him. But having her there, watching, shooting him sweet smiles as she directed his sisters to pleasure him, that was something special. Something new he'd never imagined even in all his readings, all his eavesdropping, and of course fantasizing. It left him curling his toes, tapping his long tail to the bed as she massaged his shaft until it throbbed for them.

A forming bead of pre upon his tip was hardly there a moment before a rabbit tongue swiped it right off. That was Mia, smoothly slurping him without stopping. Isabella was working lower on his shaft, going firmly, softly moaning as she savoured in his taste, he assumed. Abigail was higher, up against his side, stroking up and down his chest as she kissed at his cheek, slowly working towards his lips. And Emma was simply sucking on his balls, working the sack between her lips and trying to get an entire one of those orbs into her little mouth. It was a lost cause, but the effort was slick, messy, and felt wonderful.

Of course he was no stranger to being aroused, to orgasm, spending so much time alone studying in his tower and all. But he'd never felt anything like this. He was throbbing to the point he could feel it running right up his spine, making muscles clench in ways he couldn't help. His cock had never been harder, never been bigger, even. Lust had him gain what he swore was at least an inch, or maybe more. Some girth as well, swelling that bright red shaft to a thicker, more imposing spire of veined meat for them to taste.

He wondered if it counted as losing his virginity when Mia put her lips around his shaft, and starting sliding down until it pushed back in her throat. To try to gulp it all at once would have been sheer folly for her, but she moved with a practised air, clearly having fitted a few males between those preciously soft lips before. She simply closed her eyes and started sucking, firm and slow, bringing his fangs from behind their hiding spot as he struggled to even bear it. Abigail calmed him down with a nice wet kiss, and he put his arms around her, concentrating on her soft form and warm breath so he didn't simply blow his load then and there.

Mia made some wonderful sucking sounds as she pleasured him. Isabella shifted down to his balls along with Emma as she did, letting her have the floor, so to speak. He had to hold himself back from kicking, flailing as he struggled to even cope with how good it felt. Finally that warm touch upon that was not his own. Abigail's tongue was in his mouth in those moments, and he sucked it hard, making a drooly mess of their mashed-together lips, not really knowing how to properly make out but making up for it with enthusiasm.

It was when he felt Mia's lips upon his knot that he knew he wasn't going to last. She kissed at it, making a few somewhat alarming glurking gulps as she pushed his cock into her throat. It was outlined in her fur, bulging out so tightly he could see the veins when he glanced down from the kiss. And yet it still didn't seem to bother her. She didn't choke, or gag. She only swallowed, kissing at his knot all the while until rabbit drool was running little rivers over his thick-veined surface.

All it really took to send him over was a subtle little shift in the way she held him. From her fingers upon his shaft, to just a little farther down. Wrapping around that last inch of cock beneath the knot, where it met his sheath. She held there like a handle, bracing herself as she plunged up and down. Slurch and slorsh went the juices glistening upon his red flesh, while she drove his many canine inches into her working gullet again and again, gulping down his pre as often as he gave it.

He simply had to break from the kiss with the oldest sibling to huff and whimper for a moment. As much as he wanted to get a proper growl going, even a snarl, to show off his predatory nature, he was entirely defeated. By the pleasure, by their expertise, by their collective knowledge so incredibly dwarfing his. So he simply whined in bliss, tossing his head back and directing the sound towards the canopy above him, letting his tongue hang right down to the sheets, and he came.

His cum shot from him with such violence it left him stunned, and the peak was so sharp, so hot and fiery through his mind just as well as his cock that he couldn't think. Only shake all over, looking almost like he was convulsing as Mia sucked him to his climax. She got her throat splattered with hot fox seed, hard enough that they all heard it, and her lips were dripping with it, cream running down her chin as she did her best to swallow everything she could. Gulp after gulp, bulging her throat with each one, rolling her head back to massage down the load only to go for more as he kept emptying his balls right into her. Finally sharing his royal seed with someone other than his hand, until eventually he'd filled her belly to a rounded, sloshing bulge itself, like he had knocked her up.

The sound it made as she unsheathed his dick from her throat was something so lewd he could hardly stand it. Or maybe that was just how sensitive he was after such a creamy climax, feeling her lips and tongue massaging over his still-stiff shaft while pulled back, and slowly. For a moment it was too much, making him ball his fingers into a fist, but by the tip she popped free with a fling of cum and spit in all directions, he just found himself firming right up again from the slight softness. The over-sensitivity faded, in favour of simple burning need. He didn't think himself built for stamina like that, and yet there he was, knot engorged, cock ready for another rabbit to milk it.

They hardly even gave him a moment. Mia fell aside, relaxing but still dripping, toying with herself as she licked around her mouth, tasting the lingering fox flavour there. The other two upon his nuts moved up, flicking their tongues against his shaft, helping to keep him at that massive firmness as if he hadn't' even cum yet. He wasn't sure if his body could really do it, but he felt like he could have cum again, right that very moment.

Judith kept gesturing, making some sort of coded message with a few raised and lowered fingers. He wondered if they had practised this. On themselves or another male? Well, it was no time to be jealous. Not when he was in the middle of it. They began to trade and swap positions. The younger siblings moving up, and Abigail down. Emma took a seat directly on one of his outstretched hands, letting her sex press down against his digits and effectively pinning his arm, while Isabella merely mounted his face.

She seemed so shy even then, and yet she hardly hesitated. Simply slipped her thighs on either side of his muzzle and climbed right forth until her nose touched the very top of her sex. Such a scent wafted from her, one exotic yet familiar. He didn't recognize rabbit pheromones when he smelled them, but he could certainly sense a horny female. One deep sniff, and he added taste to the sensory overload. Still hardly knowing what he was doing, but using his big canine tongue to sloppy, noisy effect in exploring those puffy, dripping folds as thoroughly as he could manage. Isabella's moans became just one long constant note, hardly seeming to pause for breath between just as he barely remembered to gasp between long, focused seconds of attention given between those tender lips.

Abigail still was lighter than him, but her weight upon his thighs was enough to keep him in place. Not that he had any plans to go anywhere. He had one rabbit to warmly eat out, and another one toy with. He ran his fingers over Emma's sex just as he licked Isabella's, until he finally just plunged a digit within her, and then another, curiously testing out how she clenched and flexed around the intrusion. Such intricate details he had only just imagined.

If Mia's blowjob hadn't counted as losing his precious virginity, then it seemed Abigail would most definitely be the one to take it. She was playing with his cock, passing it from one hand to the other as she squeezed it, before simply rubbing it up and down against her own pussy. He could hardly see what she was up to with Isabella in the way, but he knew the slightly chubby rabbit felt wonderful as she began to grind on him, soft and fluffy all over, the perfect woman to plunge into for the first time in his sheltered life.

He'd had samples of what it might feel like thanks to his fingers and tongue inside the other two soaking rabbits, but that was only a shadow of the pleasure that really came once Abigail got herself in position. She was dripping all over his slathered tip as she pushed it right between those swollen lips. He could feel her clenching, contracting tightly before he was even inside her, and he could only guess that it meant she needed him. As much as he needed her in those moments perhaps.

His face was too muffled in rabbit pussy for the true sound of his moaning to get out. Just a muffled mmmf in the middle of all that slick sucking as Isabella seemed to almost gush in his face. But he was moaning hard as Abigail sank down upon him, taking in inch after inch of hard-as-stone canine cock, plunging down towards his knot until it gave her a rigid thump. More than he ever thought a mere rabbit could get inside. And massaging his every single inch with those near frantic squeezes of her pleasure, like she were already climaxing from the simple act of insertion.

She didn't move for a while, perhaps growing accustomed to the size of him inside her, letting him just throb there as he felt her muscles working. It probably would have been enough just to have her sit there with her fine thick ass on his thighs, letting him feel her pulsing, flexing all around his inches for a while. He could have cum to that a dozen times over. To finally feeling himself inside such a perfectly tight, warm pussy. Even if it wasn't his lover's - it was one she wanted him to experience. He swore he could feel her approving gaze upon him even while he was muzzle-deep in Isabella.

The slightest movement of Abigail's broad hips was almost too much. Suddenly all that flexing stimulation was moving up and down his cock as well. Her ass was bouncing on him, probably jiggling plenty. Once more he had a place to channel all his pent up lust and energy to avoid simply cumming on the spot. He shoved his tongue into one rabbit, buried a third finger in another, and simply began pleasuring them hard, pumping it and out as Abigail bounced herself harder and harder atop his knot, her soft belly outright bulging with how much foxcock she was making herself take.

Nicholas was simply helpless. She was demolishing him with the slightest of movements. Those little flexes, those sweet massages to his cock, stimulating him from so many different angles at once. Making him curl his toes, ball his free hand into a fist. It almost looked like torture, but it was anything but. Nothing more than the scramble of a virgin fox desperately trying to even cope with how good it felt to have his virginity stolen away between thick, springy rabbit thighs that wobbled with each progressively harder bounce she made on his wildly throbbing shaft.

She might have been smaller, lighter than him, but she felt equivalent to a siege engine in those moments. Barrelling down on him. She could really work that big ass of hers, bouncing up and down with all the strength hidden beneath her plush curves. The thumping of her hips to his almost drowned out the constant schlicking and splatting of juices from his chin to forehead as he ate Isabella out the best he knew how. He was making a mess of her, so that was probably a good sign at least.

Through it all, as he bathed in sweet scents and touches, feeling rabbit fur upon his, tasting, fucking, pleasuring, he could hear Judith. She was giggling. Like she was being tickled. Which he guessed she was, in a figurative sense. Just seeing so many of her sisters absolutely going to town on his innocent, virginal self. Though his view was mostly eclipsed by rabbit thighs wrapped around his head, he could see that she was doing more than just sitting and watching, too.

He had imagined it being a bit more ceremonious to see his lover naked. She'd slowly disrobe, inch by inch, and all the while flowers would simply be raining down from the sky from places unknown. Passion bent reality like that. But rather than his first glances at her naked body being heralded by a choir of angels, she was simply seated there, legs spread wide, two fingers rubbing madly at her clit, while she mingled chuckles of amusement with increasingly breathy moans. And she looked absolutely beautiful like that, even if it wasn't quite the image he was expecting.

It was while peering over to her that he hit his peak. He hadn't yet learned the fine art of holding back when something felt particularly good. Abigail just whomped down on him like a blacksmith's hammer, bouncing the bed and all her sisters with it, and he yelped out a muffled noise between Isabella's pussy lips that flicked juices in all directions. Emma ramped up the intensity of her grinding on his fingers all the while too, so doing her best to sync up with her siblings while they began to clench and tighten, to the point he couldn't possibly have pulled cock or tongue alike from them in those juicy, climactic moments.

In all his time, he had always thought the prospect of a lady squirting was just an exaggerated fantasy. That all changed when he felt them gush, spraying him down in pressured fluids that smelled deliciously of horny rabbit. Some of it poured down his throat or ran down his muzzle as one bunny splattered him, another soaked him from fingers almost to elbow. And another still went coursing down his knot as he came inside her, unloading back even harder than before, his hips giving a sharp involuntary jump with every virile cascade of heavy fox spunk deep into that chubby rabbit. He was left little more than a breathless, softly squirming mess, fur matted in a mix of juices and his chest pumping up and down.

For a time he thought perhaps something was broken and he was paralyzed for life. His mind spun imaginings of what his future would be like should he be confined to a bed for all his remaining years. Would he still be able to please his lover? Could she please herself with him? But as he was half-dreaming in his glowing state of post-cum bliss, the numbness eventually went away and he sat up, tongue still hanging. He was surrounded by beaming rabbits, all of their gazes resting on him, a certain air of expectation all around them.

Unsure of what he was supposed to be doing next, he looked to Judith, his ears flattening involuntarily. She pressed his hands together and gave him a look like she might give a baby animal tripping over its own legs.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself," she said. "You're helping us out a great deal with this. We want you to be comfortable all the way. If a bit stretched by the end."

She chuckled, and he simply nodded. Oh, he was having a wonderful time, even if he felt like he was clumsily stumbling through it all. But what was he supposed to be doing next? The sisters were rubbing at him again, treating him like some handsome stud of legend, groping and stroking him from every angle, massaging at any ailing muscles he had.

But it was more than just rubbing. They all kept going for his nose, or his lips. Letting their arms slide across his muzzle, or nuzzling in at his face. It was all giving him a potent dose of rabbit scent, and flavour as well given his hanging tongue. There were making him lick, giving him plenty of taste to think about. And it was doing something to him. Like lanterns being lit in his thoughts, lighting up some shadowy room long forgotten. They were starting to make him feel like a proper fox.

He looked to Isabella, and the look in his eyes made her startle. Then she just placed a hand to her chest and gave a sultry little moan. She tipped her head as if to ask a question, silently, and he nodded in response. It was all they needed to say before she just leaned in and kissed him. He kissed back, easing himself onto her, pushing her to the bed to pin her. The other rabbits moved out of the way, gave them plenty of room. They knew what was coming even if he wasn't fully sure himself yet.

That alone felt good. Just holding her there, feeling her muscles quivering in his grasp. Was she frightened, or was that excitement? A little of both maybe. He tried not to think about what he was doing too much. Just let that certain something in his head take over, guide his muscles all on its own. That soon had him licking at her face, then working down. All the way down.

There was plenty he might have lingered on, but he didn't want to distract himself. Not with that something coming alive inside him. He was hard all over again despite Abigail's work on him, and it occurred to him that with her pinned he could have just fucked her right there. But she was a rabbit. Rabbits weren't for breeding, they were meat. So said that increasingly dominant voice in his head.

So he worked his tongue all the way down her, spending only a short while between her legs. He still loved how she tasted, but he'd had his fill of that. Instead, he got all the way down to her feet, and began to nibble on her toes. The temptation to simply bite was there, but he didn't like the thought of blood. So he worked his teeth gently, pushing one toe and then another into his mouth, giving them a few sucks each, then taking more, and more. Both feet, all her toes, and more. Until he finally realized he was doing it. He was eating her.

She was among the smallest of the siblings, and so she was a good place to start. Looking her up and down from where he was mounted over her, tightly gripping her thighs, she still seemed like an impossible meal. All her shapes, her curves, her tensing muscles as she squirmed and moaned beneath him, her eyes closed to focus on the feeling of his mouth around her. All of that had to go inside him? He was making the mistake of thinking about it, he realized. He had to let that force within him take charge again.

Nicholas closed his eyes, and simply focused for a while. Or maybe unfocused. Let logic leave him for the first time in his scholarly life, and become an animal. Hardly a few seconds of that, and he was lunging forward. Taking both her feet entirely inside, to the ankles, letting them push out in his cheeks. Then summoning up all his strength, all his once-dormant ferocity, and swallowing. Hard.

Everyone heard the first gulp of the evening. It was a conclusive, dominant ulllp that squished those big rabbit feet into his throat. Some part of him already knew how to do this, so he was breathing around his prey just fine. Tasting her was one thing, but knowing the taste was his, that he would be the last to ever taste her, that was something else. More and more, that side of him came out, until he was scarfing, gobbling his way up her legs, drooling and snarling all the way with great flashes of teeth. Gulp, gulp, gulp, but never a bite, never any harm to her. Only the overwhelming heat and tight grip of his gullet dragging her to her doom.

She hadn't even moaned that loud when he was eating out her pussy. He soon was upon it once more, his upper lip and teeth gliding across those lips until he had her halfway inside. Bulging in him, so tightly gripped he wouldn't have been surprised if he heard a bone snap. But there were still no complaints, no signs of pain from her. Simply louder and louder cries of pleasure from her as he feasted upon her body. Upwards, ever upwards, until he felt her feet touch down within his belly. Then he really knew he wasn't stopping. Not when it felt that good to have fresh rabbit still squirming within him.

Isabella's face contorted into a silly look of devastated orgasm as the fox's jaws slipped over her chest, and upwards to her face. Her voice came in percussive notes, ascending towards a cry of climax. But just as she reached that point, he stuffed her face up against the roof of his mouth, cradling the back of her head on his tongue, and muffled her in his flesh as he polished her off. Just a pair of ears sticking from his jaws for a few seconds, moaning coming from behind his lips and teeth, and then gone. Highlighted, constricted in his clamping throat, then forced down, down, until she sagged across his lap and bulged there in his belly.

Such an impact drove a belch out of him that left him reeling back. He immediately rolled onto his back with that hefty weight in his gut, then changed his mind and turned over to his side instead. His eyes were all out of focus, and the stretching sensation made him think he was simply going to burst at first. But as he relaxed himself, he came to gradually see those smiling bunnies once more. And then feel them once more. Rubbing, aiding their sister in settling into him. Helping him relax with their gentle, tender touches, relieving that strained feeling and replacing it with simple content relaxation.

It was perfect. She fit so snugly, like she was made for a stomach exactly his size. He could still see her modest shape outlined in the creamy fur of his belly, and the other rabbits were all over her, groping her just as much as him while his stomach rearranged and took on a proper shape to hold her. She was simply so very comfortable inside him, giving him an urge to simply hug around her bulge. And feeling the walls around her already starting to knead, already gurgling up a storm, well that just made his knot throb all the harder.

Soon they were on top of him once more. Playing with his dick as well as his prey-filled middle. Judith still wasn't involved directly, but that was fine with him when he was getting so much attention. He looked over to her, but soon his vision was blocked once more. This time by a big bunny butt getting settled directly atop his muzzle, pushing his nose up against her little cotton tail.

That was Mia, sparing no indulgence as she continued working at his prey all the while. She wasn't all that heavy, but it was still an effective smother given the juicy size of her ass. He reached up and gripped her by the hips, just licking her under the tail a few times. But that wasn't going to satisfy him. He could have slept and been full for days, and yet somehow he still felt hungry. She was such a curvy, soft, attractive rabbit. Bouncy and full of energy. And he wanted to destroy her.

Such lust for carnage had never been a part of him before. But he wanted to bite that ass. Dig his fangs deep. He still didn't want to actually hurt any of them though, despite their destination inside him. So he kept the biting gentle, just working his teeth around one of those ample cheeks. As he did, a thought occurred to him. Could he do it? From this angle? Was it possible? He started to calculate and plot out his approach, but then he caught himself thinking again. What he really needed to do was give over to his need for them, to his instincts, and let himself revert to an animal-like state.

So he spread his jaws as wide as he could stretch them, and then a little wider still. He heard some kind of pop in his jaw, but it didn't hurt, so it was probably fine. Or maybe it was just adrenaline bringing him through it. Either way, he was soon wrapping the entirety of that sweet bunny hindquarter in his mouth, making for an obscene bulge that he was somehow forcing towards his throat.

She was somehow even softer once she was inside his mouth. Maybe inside wasn't quite the word for it, given he was just pressing into her rump from all around, not even fully getting his jaws around it. But her fur felt so smooth, so delectable, that he had to keep going. Even with how full he was already. Gnawing, pushing, gripping at her all the while. She was still sitting on top of him, which made it even more of a challenge, but he wanted her. He'd stop at nothing to feel those two sexy rabbits squished together inside him.

He felt like a serpent the longer he went at it. Stretching his jaws to obscene sizes. Were they supposed to do that or was that going to hurt like hell later? No time to think of that. There was meat. He took hold of her just below her knees, and really shoved, really jammed her in him, until he felt her butt pushing down her throat, popping in rather like a knot.

As he ate her, he was drooling hard, feeling it well up in her fur and mat it down. That just made her all the wetter, perfect for some licking. He closed his eyes again. Dismissed all upper thought, and became fixated only on his basest needs. Food and sex. And he got both as two rabbit tongues flicked his tongue back and forth while he ate, Abigail and Emma licking his shaft up and down, sharing in his flavour.

Soon he was squishing all those curves together, pressing Mia slowly in half until she was folded like a sandwich. Her ears stuck out between her feet, and she was inching her way into a heavily bulging fox throat as she moaned. Just like Isabella had, and he wasn't even giving Mia much tongue. Not savouring her, not pleasuring her, doing nothing but swallowing her whole. And yet still she whimpered out like he were knot-deep in her pussy.

That rounded shape of her ass just slipped farther into him, pushing out his chest, less visible there. She got folded tighter and tighter, and he could feel her vertebrae popping pleasantly. Nothing broken, probably even feeling good. Fixing any back problems she might have had with that ample chest of hers. Which he was licking up between, savouring her cleavage for just a moment before took them down his throat as well. He couldn't resist playing with such a hefty pair of breasts before they were gone on his waistline.

And speaking of his size, he was getting simply enormous. More gulps, and he muffled any further moans as he clamped his jaws over her face. He snapped his teeth shut and got a whimper, and promptly tried to mutter an apology for biting her ears. He'd forgotten about those. But he didn't actually stop, tilting his head back and using the pure muscular force of his gullet to push her down all the way, joining her sister in churning, compressing innards all ready to digest them into a meal.

This time, the strain of stretching wasn't nearly as uncomfortable, despite how much fuller he was with two rabbits inside him rather than just one. It seemed he was getting used to this, and he was amazed at the ease with which he expanded to a bloated, rounded shape. His belly hugged those two so tightly he could see as specific details as their expressions, and he rubbed at their paired faces as they bulged out. Open mouths, closed eyes, like they were cumming the entire time they stewed within him.

He was getting to the point that it took a lot of muscle to even sit up. His gut wobbled back and forth as he did so, and he felt his prey wriggling around as they got shaken up, mashed against one another. There was barely even room in there for them to breathe, yet they weren't fussing. The gurgles were loud enough they drowned out their muffled moans, and he sat there licking his chops a while, reflecting on what he had done. There was no getting them out anymore. They were going to digest, perhaps alive. All this after growing up sheltered and gentle with every living creature. And he loved it.

So much so that when Abigail approached to rub his gut for him, he simply seized her by the wrists before she could. A snarl erupted from him, teeth flashing, dripping right in the plump rabbit's face. Common sense said there was no way he could fit her, the heaviest of the sisters, after already getting so full on two of them. He wasn't listening to that anymore.

He thought to simply stuff her face in, but he wanted to hear her voice as long as he could. So he took her by the wrists and shoved her down, releasing her and swiftly going for her ankles instead. She looked at him in slight disbelief. As if she didn't really believe he would do it, he could do it. She even exchanged a glance with Judith, uncertain.

"I thought this was to be a week-long process, at the least..." she murmured, getting only a giggle in response at first.

"Looks like there's been a foxy change of plans!" Judith was still laughing, not so much out of amusement as just sheer delight. She maybe sounded a little crazy. But he was being a little crazy too.

Her feet were no bigger than her sisters', at least. He got those in just fine. Almost routinely, by then. They went down so easily it was like he'd been eating rabbits for years. But his confidence waned just a bit as he worked up her legs. Calves weren't bad, glurking into his bulging throat smoothly, while she curled her toes in startled realization. He was really going to do it, or going to try at least. That got her moaning.

Once he got to her thighs, that was a different story. He reached out, fumbling about her curvy body some, squeezing a breast, an arm, until he got his hands nestled on her shoulders. From there, he shoved. If he was going to have to force her to fit, he would. And so in went her thighs as she rubbed them together all the way, moaning a little louder, breathing more rapidly.

She wasn't only the thickest of the rabbits, she was the tastiest. Or maybe that was just the collective juices running down between her legs from their previous fucking. Either way, he sniffed and slurped there a few times once he gobbled to her pussy, then simply started shoving her ass down with her, making deep indents in the heavy shapes with his teeth. He considered how good it would feel to simply bite down right then, but he didn't like the thought of her screaming.

Her ass was as gorgeous as it was difficult to swallow, and even once he'd forced it into his throat there were still plenty of obstacles ahead. Her feet dangled in his gut by then, pushed through the sphincter, and her sisters were playing with her toes, adding a few ticklish giggles to the moans she was making in her amazement. That belly of hers was plenty soft and rounded as well, one big obstacle to squish down, along with her breasts. She made a few whimpers here and there at the particularly tight squeeze, but that didn't slow him down.

Once her breasts were an outlined in his neckfur, nipples perked and visible even as he swallowed them, the hardest part was over. Just her pretty face, framed between those parted jaws, drool dripping down into her mouth as she groaned away. He held that position for long enough that Emma and Judith began to move, to assist him just in case he couldn't go any more, in case they had to pull Abigail back out.

Before they could interfere, he lunged forth, snapping his jaws shut tight just as her ears rushed past his teeth. One final, mighty gulp, and she was gone. Disappearing from his throat all at once, shoved down to smother atop her sisters, who soon all her jiggly, drool-soaked assets shoved right in their faces. His gut wobbled some, but mostly it was taut, crushingly tight around his meals and keeping them from even squirming right. Abigail's great big ass was in Mia's face, and that was probably where it was going to stay until neither of them were solid anymore.

His next belch wasn't so much thunderous as it was just extensive. A long, bassy rumble and puff of hot air from his open mouth that smelled of horny rabbits. The other two nearly pounced him as he simply flopped back onto the bed, rubbing and helping his meals settle into a comfortable position where nothing was jutting out of the bulge. He really felt their knees and elbows at first, but a little shifting, along with the unrelenting pressure of his stomach walls around them, and they were just comfortably snug in there eventually, weighing him down flat. He sighed.

Judith turned to Emma, and gave her a little peck on the cheek. "I promise you'll get to help me rub his belly later, but for now it's just going to be a little special private time for us, okay?"

Emma nodded, giving one last deep rub to her three older sisters turned prey, and bounced on out of the room. "Have fun, you two!" she said, as if what she just witnessed was hardly out of the ordinary.

Once the door closed, Judith turned back to him with a sultry look in her violet eyes. "You did well. Better than I ever could have expected of you. I guess that'll teach me for underestimating foxes, hm? You're ravenous, every single one of you. But there can still be peace."

Nicholas was still so deeply in that altered state of predatory aggression he merely grunted in response, inquisitively. "Hrm?"

"Hah, we'll talk about that later when you're a little more coherent. For now, I want this big fat fox dick in me. To be frank."

He gave her a little growl and tried to sit up, quickly finding it an impossibility. His gut was simply far too heavy. She waved her hands at him, urging him to quit trying.

"Noooo, don't hurt yourself. Just relax. I'll do all the moving, and you just focus on digesting those three, okay?"

He nodded. He wanted to think of something perfect to say, something sweet and romantic as they consummated their courtship, but his thoughts were clouded by pleasure and satisfaction. Having all that prey inside him felt like the longest orgasm he'd ever experienced, just on and on, at a peak of pleasure while bathing in an afterglow all at the same time. And soon it felt even better when her silky depths were spread around his cock, finally embracing him in that pulsing tunnel he had literally written sonnets about fucking.

These weren't exactly the circumstances he had imagined for their first time together. But that didn't meant it felt any less heavenly to have her bouncing up and down on his knot. All the while, his gut was rapidly compressing tighter, tighter, making the outline of his prey stretch out so firmly it was like they were going to burst free. But his stomach was stronger than their bodies, and so when there was absolutely no room left to keep squeezing on them, it simply started to crush them alive.

He had been afraid to hurt them earlier, and yet when he heard those joints popping, and then things starting to crackle under the pressure, heard those whimpers that came with his gut's brutality, he found his balls going tighter, his cock bulging out harder. And then finally it just made him cum. Hardly a minute of his lover riding on his shaft for their first romantic encounter, and he was spraying her full of his seed long before she even really got going, snarling, drooling, digesting all the while.

Not that she seemed to mind. She simply placed her hands on his belly, feeling the pained squirms going on below, and gave a long moan out as he filled her. It wasn't just an initial gush either, but a constant, lingering hose of hot fox cum until she was making a mess of his knot dripping all over.

Once he was done, they locked eyes a while. She was smiling. And then she glanced down, felt him still just as hard as ever, and smiled a little broader.

"You remember what I said about getting right under my tail with it?"

Of course he did. He nodded.

"I wanna feel your knot inside me. While your gut pins me to the bed. And my sisters digest alive inside you, their weight trapping me beneath you. I never wrote it to you for obvious reasons, but I have been thinking about that for months now. Many long nights spent getting sticky with that picture in my mind. What do you say?"

"Yes."

He thought he couldn't move, but something seized him, made him surge with energy and strength. Up he went, pulling from her loudly, and he shoved her down on her face while he mounted atop her beautiful bunny butt. His gut was atop her from lower back to head, probably crushingly heavy. It gurgled loud and hard as it clenched inwards on his whimpering prey, who were starting to burn up in acids while the life was half crushed out of their soft bodies.

She forgot to moan, forgot to even breathe for a few seconds when he roughly penetrated her ass. Slicked up on cum and rabbit juices, sliding in with surprising ease even if he was forcing her to stretch so much he could see his own cock outlined in her belly. And that was before the knot she foolishly wanted in her. It thumped against her backside at first, and then he just started grinding, fucking, bouncing on her, trying to shove it inside with every lust, commanding motion of his hips.

The bed was shaking wildly, and he heard wood splintering as he pounded her. Every thrust, his stomach did a little more work on the sisters. Still not enough to truly call them digesting, merely softening them up for the messy journey to come. Helped along by the impact of each slam he made against that perfect ass, bouncing his meals down into his lover.

He had envisioned taking it as slowly as poetry. Treating her like she were some precious canvas, a work of art in motion. Inspecting her every single detail and telling her how much he loved them. But rather than an artist, he was a warrior. Pounding like she were a wall he needed to take down. He needed to knot her. Nothing would stop him, not even her sweet voice. But she only moaned louder, to the point she was screaming with delight by the time that fattened bulb finally began to stretch her ring, moving closer to that mating tie with every second of relentless fucking.

She was hardly even moaning by the end, instead making noises that sounded simply unnatural. He heard footsteps on the other side of the door, and then someone knocked loudly.

"Princess? Do you require aid?" said a male voice, enunciating carefully.

She didn't answer, and Nicholas didn't stop. He felt her stretching, stretching. Getting close to halfway knotted while he plunged back and forth, pulling back out then shoving in with all his might. Like he wanted to put his cock right through the bed to the floor. The knocking came again.

"Princess?"

And at that moment, all his effort paid off. He went lunging forward, losing his balance and collapsing atop her, squishing her beneath his gut as he shoved that entire knot inside her, making a great big bulge of it in her belly as he instantly started cumming, snarling all the while. She screamed so shrilly he stopped hearing it for a few seconds, and when his hearing came back his ears were ringing. Her belly just kept expanding, smoothing over the bulge of his knot when she simply rounded out with all the cum he was pumping between those ample cheeks.

"Princess, I'm coming in!" said the voice, and the door swung open.

There stood a royal guard, his little rapier drawn, eyes wide as he gazed over at the scene. Nicholas locked eyes with him, and he simply began to stammer.

"J-J-Judith...?"

She shot him a look even fiercer than he could have managed. "If you tell anyone about this, I'm feeding you to him next."

He stood stock still for a time, before answering very softly. "You... do not require aid, then?"

"No," she said firmly, but added in a softer voice. "But thank you for your care, Reginald. This will all make sense in time."

"Very well, ma'am." The guard looked like he had gazed into the very abyss, but he sheathed his sword and withdrew from the room, closing the door behind him.

After that, Nicholas rolled onto his side and kissed the back of Judith's head, swinging his tail.

"We gave him quite the scare," he said, chuckling a bit. He sounded like himself again.

"He's a good one. He won't tell," she assured, before just cuddling back in his chest and belly. "How are they feeling?"

"Still moving," he said.

"Good. We're going to be stuck here a while, I imagine. I want to feel them squirming."

He licked her at that, not sure of what to say. All their passionate letters seemed so foolish to him then. Words could never describe what it truly felt like to be together. It was primal, bestial, and he had never been happier to think of nothing but feeling good for a while.

"You'll pardon me for being informal, but this seems as good a time as any," she went on. "Will you take my hand in marriage, Nicholas, of the Foxhollow? Rule by my side once my elderly father passes?"

"Of course I will," he said. "I hope we can make things a little better. But will they accept someone who, well, ate the other princesses?"

"Mm. You might be surprised. It's not about pretending foxes don't eat rabbits. Not about pretending we're not prey from birth. It's about accepting who we are, and building on it. I think we can do it. Together." She laid back, and chuckled. "But I'll save the intense discussions about running a kingdom for when you've had some time to sleep your meal off. Just relax for now, foxy. My love."

"Mmmf. That, I can do."

He kissed her again, right between the ears, and simply wrapped his arms around her cum-bloated belly as they snuggled in the night. His gut was still gurgling, and it wasn't gentle about it, but the sound was strangely soothing to them both. Loud glorps and sloshes, mixed with the occasional yelp of pain from the occupants. They were digesting, melting in a deadly stomach acid, and ever so slowly. Yet they didn't scream for help, didn't try to fight their way out of the well-fed predator. They knew their place was inside him. For the good of the kingdom just as much as their own twisted pleasure.

---

After a night's sleep, they were still kicking. In the literal sense. Nicholas awoke to one of their voices rising just a little too loud to sleep through. It was still dark - or was it dark again? He had slept so deeply he wasn't even sure where he was at first, and immediately tried to sit up, forgetting about the weight in his belly.

That turned out to be a mistake, the jarring shift making him groan and clutch himself. That sound woke Judith up, and she gazed up at him fondly from where she was snuggled against his gut. Moreover, the movement put some extra pressure on the digesting rabbits, and in their gradually softening state, they began to give way. He felt something snap, or just flatten, squished down flat as those three inside him ever so slowly disintegrated, melting right off the bone piece by piece.

They weren't exactly screaming, but they were persistently groaning, occasionally ramping up into a particularly pained yelp as those acids ate into a particularly vulnerable spot, or one of those brutally tight churns crushed them inwards a little more. He could still tell who was who, but they were getting squeezed together tighter and tighter, forcing their bodies to adjust or simply be crushed. Yet still they remained alive, stubbornly.

Though still slightly inflated, his knot had softened enough that she was able to squirm off of it. That came with a generous flood of his cum, still sloshing around inside of her, letting off some of the pressure that kept her belly inflated. It flattened some once more, but still remained bulging some with his seed as she turned to rub at her lover's own swollen middle. Massages for fox and rabbits alike. To make the sloppy, digestive journey more pleasant for him. And maybe just to tease those sisters of hers as they writhed through the painful process, singed from all sides and slowly melted, layer by layer.

And they stayed that way all throughout the day. Judith allowed him to simply stay in bed, relaxed and attended to by her and a very careful selection of servants who she trusted to stay quiet on the matter. Emma came by now and then to give some fond rubs, wordless in her awe for the process. He simply exchanged looks with her, and little else. The constant gurgling and occasional sudden clench inwards, tightening around an increasingly rounded bulge, had an odd effect on him. Simply put, it turned him on. To be slowly destroying those three beauties, to give in to his animal nature and relish in his triumph after a life spent in study, denying that side of him.

She didn't settle onto his knot again, but she played with his cock plenty, batting it around, licking up and down, sucking him until he came between her soft lips, or on her pretty face. Again and again. He was losing track of time as night turned to day turned to night again. Or was that two nights spent simply sprawled and digesting his tremendous meal? Someone back home was surely wondering after him by then, noting his absence, but he simply couldn't bring himself to care.

The incredibly tight hold his stomach had on those three meant he could even watch their faces vanishing into the mix of digestives. Clearly outlined at first, in their anguished, stunned state. Then less defined as noses flattened over, open mouths only opened wider. The huffing, whimpering sounds within him became just gurgling as those rabbits digested from the inside as much as the outside. Eventually, he could feel their bones clattering against each other as they twitched their last.

What he thought were their last moments turned out rather to be their last hours. Though they were dying, too much of them melted right off the bone to survive, it remained a lengthy, agonizing process for them. Every time their structural integrity weakened, his gut clamped down on them a bit more. Separating them into pieces, and squishing them all up against each other, until they were hardly more than a single balled up paste of rabbit meat. Twitching, giving a few last kicks or jolts with what muscles still remained intact, their breathing shallow and raspy, their voices silenced.

Until, finally, there were a series of violent twitches that lasted several minutes, and a collective sigh as they settled down into motionlessness together. Or was that merely one of them? They were too digested to tell apart anymore. Either way, all three of them were silent. Little more than meat inside a fox's stomach, to be converted to nutrients slosh by slosh, until there was nothing left but the smoothed-over bulge beneath Judith's palms as she rubbed him all through the aftermath of his meal.

Once the rabbits were no longer responding to anything his stomach did, his digestive process seemed to kick up the intensity all on its own. As if it knew there was no longer anything to savour. But that was giving his body too much credit. More, it was just operating exactly as it was meant to be. Digesting rabbits into fuel.

Another night spent in digestive bliss, massaged and pleasured by his sweet lover, and he finally finished them off. He wasn't sure at first if they were truly gone, given all the extra weight he'd put on, but his gut had finally quieted down. They were nothing more than fat upon his body, some jiggle that he'd work off by fucking their sister all the way to the throne.

As he kissed at his new lover, he thought to himself how good she tasted. How good her sisters were. How perfect it felt to devour his nature-chosen prey. Not that he was going to eat her. But he was going to need more rabbits. And soon.

---

Before they considered their plans for the kingdom, he had a very base need to take care of. He was finally light enough to actually leave the bed himself, though still feeling the considerable extra padding on him weighing him down. Lumbering around the bedroom, he searched for what he needed. Not much feeling like wandering out into the hall himself, nor asking Judith for what he needed, he grunted as he sought to find it himself.

She was just watching him where she lay sprawled, smirking.

"Chamber pot, darling?" she asked.

"Mmm. Sparing the details, I am going to say that one meant for rabbits isn't likely to be adequate."

She giggled. "Ah! Well then. Allow me to accompany you."

She offered her hand, and he took it, squeezing fondly. As much as the circumstances weren't exactly romantic, he found himself enjoying his first hand-holding walk with his bunny. He swished his tail all the way, despite the constant urgent gurgle at the very base of his digestive system.

A heavy wooden door was inconspicuous among the rest. She gestured to it and nodded.

"I'll keep watch."

"I could be a while."

"Hah. I'll bet! Have funnn."

His cheeks warmed a bit to hear it, but there was no time for a retort. In he went, thankful to find the seating adequate for someone his size. A broad, carved seat, and a hole beneath leading down into the darkness of the sewers. Somewhere they'd never be seen again.

He got himself settled, raising his tail high, taking a few deep breaths. It wasn't like he hadn't done this before, being a living thing and all, but to think that it was no ordinary trip to the privy, but rather the final stage of those rabbits' very existence, that gave him odd feelings. He caught his sheath stirring and and he almost slapped at it like it were some misbehaving animal. That was far too depraved even for him. And he was the one shitting out three once-living rabbits into the darkness below.

They came out in thick, almost uncomfortably solid chunks. He was grunting and gasping, and eventually heard Judith giggling on the other side of the door. She could hear everything he was doing, but there was no helping it. Not when he was pushing out firm logs of bone-flecked fox shit that used to be three royal sisters. First, second, and third in line. All of them nothing more than wasted to be disposed of, mixed with all the rest and never seen again.

One long chunk broke off and went plummeting below. He heard it distantly thud. Another, and another. All solid with how much bone had been digested right along with them. Then later, softer, easier to pass if it wasn't for the less-digested bones slipping free along with it all. Any edges had been smoothed over by the digestive process, but the pressure and slight stretch along was enough to get a few yips out of him amid his vaguely sexual groaning.

That Judith didn't even leave the door despite knowing what a terrible thing was going on in there gave him a strangely heartwarming feeling. She loved him for who he was, not one to deny that he really was a fox. He grunted hard as the very last piece pushed free. Was that a skull? Maybe just part of one, cracked and mostly ruined. No one would have guessed who it was even if they saw it. And as that last thick piece of shit that used to be three curvy princesses fell below, no one ever would again.

As he rose and cleansed, he thought about what was ahead of him. A kingdom to rule. A king to approach, and perhaps confront if her plan wasn't as smooth as she hoped. The needs of many rabbits would soon be in his hands. Despite him knowing how delicious they tasted. How good it felt to have them squirm inside him. And what a shameful pleasure it was to send them to the sewers once he was done with them. They were everywhere around him. In every room, in every hall.

He hoped Judith didn't mind a lover with some fat on him.