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Two Weeks 14

Alan's head, shoulder, tail and butt compressed into the soft lichen, elbows dug in at either side. His back was arched. Both feet were planted squarely on the ground. A very soft, lengthy moan collected in the back of his throat, let out through his nose. Carried along with it- the heady aroma of Fox's cum, thick upon his breath, lining every surface of his mouth, and throat- inside and out.

It was his turn to recover.

A dull ache in his jaw and esophagus was fading quickly, a consequence of having a wyvern shove deeper than Alan was quite prepared for. He was not complaining.

That was the most fun he could remember having in his life.

The hare could not resist fondling his overfull sheath and stomach in the dim, warm-hued light filtering through draped wing membranes, eyes unfocused and half lidded, gloved paw leaving little trails in his fur. His body was becoming hotter by the moment, both for the trapped air around him and for his body heating from within; the latter was due in no small part to his recent meal. Metabolism stimulated, the cum was leeching into his body before he even had a chance to digest it, chemicals unknown to his world coursing through his veins. Alan was feeling flush, heart beginning to race. Any fur which was not cum-matted or latex coated stood on end.

Just above him, the wyvern was in a comparably blissed state, though for quite a different reason. Limp and resting on all fours, head on the ground just beside Alan's. He formed a fiery orange tent around his little beacon of light. Every muscle was relaxed. For the moment he forgot himself and just enjoyed everything.

With a brief shiver, Alan brought both paws to his lap, sandwiching his overflowing sheath between a rubberized and a cum-covered thumb, hips rolled to trust lightly into the slick space formed between.

A passing thought stumbled in as ideas drifted by. It seemed a bit off he was still this hard, still this worked up and horny, having just climaxed not a minute ago. He usually needed at least a little breather. After he glanced around, and drew a lungful of the thick air his uncertainty was dismissed for the time being.

'Who wouldn't be wound up with all this going on?' the hare justified, giggling to himself through a soft moan.

Alan's vocalization caught his partner's attention. The larger form had allowed that muscular tail to sag to the ground, tip to base. Upon the lichen, the large, warm egg rolled harmlessly aside along the path, unstuck from Alan's glove in his tumble. Neither paid it any notice as the new life was bumped away gently and came to a rest against the inner edge of Fox's wing, then wobbled in place after a restlessness moment.

Mark's focus was elsewhere, drifting gently and aimless. A sense of accomplishment and pride filled him, and he was too happy and addled to think anything bad of it. At the forefront, he was filled with overwhelming physical relief. The last egg was out. There were no longer little shocks impacting that spot from inside. What more, that blue-balled ache he'd endured for what felt like weeks or a couple months at that point? Gone. It all left him feeling almost empty.

Almost.

He'd just had the most incredible experience, and the most intense climax, of his life. The relief. The closeness. Alan was here. He was on top of the world. Everything felt just... right.

A little reflexive clench of his loins brought his flexible shaft curling forward, dragged through previously marked fur, and deposited a last thick dollop of seed which pooled on Alan's chest and soaked steadily through the fur.

Mark's senses were filled with nothing but heady aromas of sex, and of sounds from a very horny, amazing hare. Though his eyes were closed, an impression of the furry form beneath him was vaguely visible, unbeknownst to him in the infrared.

So perfectly content and relaxed, his body did what came naturally; he began to trill very gently, the sound coming out as a low, bubbly little rumble that filled the whole of his throat. Lost to the moment of joy, it flowed soon into the beginning of a popular song he enjoyed, released a few days before he'd vanished from the world.

Falling into the tempo first, then the melody, Alan bounced along and joined in the chorus, humming the female singer's vocals, swept up in the moment.

His heart raced.

Cooling, thick and musky cum saturated his chest, right through the shirt. The sound of it being squished to one side under his paws made him burst into a fit of giggles. He continued into a little personal massage there, just enjoying the sensation.

Alan was absolutely giddy.

Yes, he loved giving oral, admittedly maybe more than he should. However- this experience, this feeling was better than he'd ever known in his life.

"Way better than Zeke..." Mark half recognised the name as a former student. A zebra who'd graduated ahead of him. A passing idea to ask about that passed through his mind, but with no words to say, and no want to spoil the moment, he chose instead to gaze upon his little source of happiness.

With Mark draped there, Alan's feet were settled right between that pair of heavy talons. It was a simple matter for the smaller rabbit to bring a foot up and plant it upon his barreled chest.

"I've got legs and I know how to use 'em!" He guffawed out loud at his own dumb joke, then went wide eyed, clapping a palm on his face, the other clapped over his mouth in surprise as his own volume. His body was feeling ever more flush. It was growing difficult to focus. He giggled again, fondling his muzzle with both paws.

Yeah, this was not normal.

His mind was racing, going faster than he could keep up. Anything and everything was vying for his attention. Memories and ideas were bubbling up to the surface, only to be overtaken by yet another distraction.

Alan took an unsteady, long breath, only to have that heady aroma fill his senses and released it as another moan. He felt absolutely incredible, but distinctly unusual. Every point on his body was sensitive and alive with excess sensation.

Closing his eyes, he peeled his shirt up and over his head. It turned inside out in the process, painting the mess along his ears while they pulled through.

"Ehhh..." Alan whined, "oh... wet ears... wet ears." He reached to wipe away the offense with a cum-drenched paw, only stopping too late when he realized the futility of the act; more white dripped from his digits even then. With hardly a pause, the rabbit went through noisily licking two fingers clean, but made poor progress. The inside of his muzzle was an even greater mess.

Then, he was taken by surprise.

Looming close was a big, fluffy crested head. One equipped with a dramatically more effective tongue, housed within a predatory maw. He squeaked slightly as Fox's long muscle darted from between heavy teeth and swept through grasping fingers, over his face and upon his neck. The feel of that powerful muscle crashing down past the base of his skull and around to his collarbone gave him chills, whole body arching into the hot contact. He had enough time to blink before it whipped down again, slurping up his chin and across his cheek. In short order, he was lapping away at the little hare, over his face and up along his ears. Every swipe of that strong, hot, textured tool upon those ever-so-sensitive cups sent a tidal wave of sensation through his body.

For both of them, there was something therapeutic about the act.

Unfamiliar, but comforting instincts welled within Mark, each swipe of his tongue and gentle puff of breath warming his body more than the gentle blue sun overhead. The loss of his hands lent awareness elsewhere, experiencing the contours of Alan's skull, the folds of cartilage in his ears. His racing pulse. His little gasps of excitement, grasping at the ridges of his muzzle.

The wyvern was revealing the more subtle scents of rabbit and distantly faint aroma of soaps in the fur underneath. However, his impromptu grooming session left Alan's fur disheveled sticking out every which way, matted with saliva, and only cleaned away a portion of his cum.

Alan was giggling, moaning too much and was too unfocused to care about his appearance, while Mark was too twitterpated to notice a hair or hare out of place.

Building into a fit of giggles, he tried to speak, "Sex!" He blinked, "Ah, Wa-wai... wait... Wait a sex... Er sex... Ack! A ss...," he nearly squealed with laughter, "a moment! Wait-a-tick, wait-a-tick." Alan begged between breathy moans and laughs, grabbing at the wyvern's nose with one paw, tongue with the other and much of his gloved arm, grappled against his cheek. He had begun to curl up in place, arched backward and butt in the air. As one foot beat the air, the other plush paw compressed against the wyvern's shoulder, holding himself in the odd contortion. Practically by reflex, he kicked off, sliding backward in the slick, white mess upon the ground, rolled up shirt left under his knees. Along the way back, his dripping shaft glanced Mark in the chin harmlessly, shorts dragged off to join the other garment.

"Sorry." the newly nude hare apologized.

At exactly the same time, "Rh-raaah." Mark had intended to say 'sorry,' getting the same cadence, his body language sagging. He looked up just enough to take in the puzzled face beneath him.

Alan waved a dismissive paw, "nah, you're okay- I'm okay." He paused a heartbeat to blink, "Did ...?" the question trailed into thought. 'Did he just talk? Like, talk-talk?'

The hare shook his head and took a couple quick, deep inhalations, smirking as he shook himself out head to hip, that idea filed away with others for later in his racing mind. For the moment, he was lost in those incredible copper eyes.

"It's okay. I'm alright. I'm alright," he raised a paw, "I'm alright," Mark looked at him with a drooping expression, cooing at him. "Really! I... just need... to catch my breath." He was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to reassure Fox, bouncing in place. "I'm splendid. That actually felt..." He reflexively brought his paw to cradle an ear, thumbing around the cup. A visible throb in his loins did not go unnoticed by either of them, "really rather good actually." Alan rubbed his throat, surprised to feel the discomfort had faded to an admittedly pleasant ache. "Just... more careful next time, okay big guy?" The wyvern nodded meekly, before realizing the implications of 'next time,' wing-knuckles shifting his weight back and forth.

"Such a good boy." Gleaming white in the sun, he felt amazing. It was like the slow build up to a climax, radiating from his torso. Every nerve all over his body lit up with a little pings of sensation bordering on tingling pleasure, all cascading over the areas around them. This gave the effect of echoes of each touch bouncing about with every lick. He found it overwhelming, akin to being tickled until he couldn't breathe, only a great deal more pleasant the longer he reflected upon it.

He just wasn't prepared for that level of stimulation.

The wyvern dipped his head with the intention to check on his charge, only to have Alan bring his grounded foot up and place it deliberately on top of the nose between his knees.

While the fur was marked with cum, Mark's mind focused upon the underlying aroma, that delicate earthy musk trapped within. By reflex, his tongue shot out, through a pair of toes to spread them apart. The dexterous snake of a taster was as wide as one of the digits. With a surprised and pleasured moan his reply, he did not slow it's progress forward, wrapping around to the inner side and grasping hold along the arch.

In the past, he'd spent more time than he realized imagining doing something almost exactly like this. Eyes closed, the aroma of Alan's foot there against his palette evoked new but somehow familiar, joyful emotions. Fantasies there upon him, he indulged and chuffed air from his nose, licking out around a digit, and back into his maw, leaving the space wetter than when he set foot there. This earned a clench, and coaxed an all over body quiver from the drugged-feeling rabbit, damp face beaming.

"Euphoria! I found it," he stomped his toes in place upon Fox's shoulder lightly, other foot clenching and pushing free the mass between his digits. Alan paused and gestured to the gas giant dominated sky as if making an important point, "that's t' word 'was looking for." The puzzled blinks he received only encouraged him, working hard to focus on just the one idea, waving a paw in front of his eyes to try and dismiss thoughts like they were a pestering gnat.

"Maybe," as it dawned upon him, observing his latex and cum coated arm, he straightened up "from something I et?" His stomach gurgled and he held down another burp. In short order that intensely pleasurable sensation ramped up, and the buzz in his head magnified, adding some weight to his theory. Of course, the implications of it all failed to dawn upon his increasingly racing and addled mind, face creeping into a smile, alternatively compressing his feet as if walking in place.

Chortling, he continued, "mean heck, 've eaten cum plenty a times before,'' Mark's eyes went wide to hear that fact that dropped so casually, " 'nd Thaat... that's never happened before." The rabbit tittered, "but then, S's cool right... first time with a... ah... big alien... wyvern thing." Mark stared at him, perplexed," Well, not thing-thing, but not... like... you. I mean I like you. Like, like-like." The rabbit gasped in exasperation and stopped to try to slow the stumble of his runaway mouth. "Words!"

"Oh... Wow. Okay. Yep... I gotta stand up. Gimmie up," Alan let his legs slip from the hide and tongue above him and rolled forward and up in the same motion, feet levered off the springy ground, not giving the wyvern any real time at all to react. In as much as he could try to follow the form falling from his maw, the small bundle was already falling on his muzzle.

"Ooup!"

Distance and consequences misjudged, his lower chest plopped forward for Fox to catch him just as clumsily using the bridge of his nose, upper body and soft ears tossed askew upon scale. His cum scented form cast the wyvern into darkness on one side. Mark had begun to reach, but this only managed to partly engage his wings, leading to a soft rustle-flap from either side, membranes stretching and settling.

Lightheaded for getting up so quickly, Alan clung there, mumbling another apology for a soft burp, vision swimming with stars.

"Too fast..." he shivered gently there, letting himself chuckle a moment, the vibrant form of scale and fur cast in the sun before him. In his fading daze, he squelched his toes together, growling in satisfaction at the aftereffects of that brief encounter. He would have to do that more.

A lot more.

For what it counted, Mark was more than happy to help, even giving his best little warbly chirp and wag of his hips as a spontaneous show of confirmation. Alan was acting peculiar, to put it mildly. He did his best to outright say 'are you okay?' but the sound was more a series of intelligible soft croons that didn't land. Despite his best efforts, his tongue and the very structure of his radically altered vocal anatomy was not cooperating, stumbling over every utterance.

"Aaatta boy." Alan drew out the word and gave his neck an appreciative rubbing with the flat of his palm, fingers brushing up into the fur along his spine, soon playing with it. He was fascinated to watch it catch the subtle mix light from a vibrant cool hued sun, and warm planet glow. "I just... I just need a breath to catch a moment," he paused for a breath, having realized what he said, but soon moved quickly along.

"Stay. Just like that. Good boy." The change in orientation, something under his feet, and someone warm to cling to was helping to ground him.

It was difficult for Mark to process how to feel about being talked to like one might a pet. First, an initial knee-jerk reaction that he should be irritated. Then the realization he felt nothing negative about it in the slightest. There, for Alan, holding still and steady... it filled him with a pleasant, warm, comforting feeling right at the back of his mind and sent frisson down his spine.

What would have been a contented sigh rolled out of his throat as an elongated, soft crooning. The sound made Alan's ears perk, an amused giggle picking up in his throat as he got his other hand involved in the attention. "Ooh, a pretty boy likes that, doesn't he?"

A fleeting thought occurred to Mark. lingering not even long enough to pin the idea down before another distraction took it away. In the here and now, he'd gotten closer to Alan than he figured he would ever get to him, or anyone for that matter. As a fox, he felt unremarkable. Now, he was the center of attention.

Then, just as quick as it came, the train of thought ran away with a lovely tingle along his scalp, and his next deep inhalation. Alan's complex aroma was all around him and stood out vibrantly, his own scent just background noise, searing right into the core of his mind.

He felt safe. Safer than he had felt since being here. More so than a home he tended to avoid casting thought toward. He felt attractive, chest swelling with pride. In this barest instant, he was exactly where he should be, and he loved it. Full of joy for the first time in longer than he could remember. Not simply content or getting by with the day, but actually bubbling up with happiness so intense he could not contain himself.

His throat filled with a high resonant trill, just gently audible.

Alan shifted atop him, a little more of the hare's weight on his own feet now. In that movement, he leaned back enough to look at the other's closed eyes. His ungloved paw teased through the mane of up right to the crest at his head, where fur met hide, teasing with his fingers along the ridge above his eyes. "Ready for round two?" He asked with a casual confidence.

Mark's eyes shot open, copper, rippled sheen of their otherwise featureless surface catching the light in a way that made Alan smile even wider. All it took was a shift of his hips to press his drooling member alongside the wyvern's chin teasingly. "Right now," he paused to shiver gently and reflect for a brief instant, "I don't think my stomach is going to take another shot like that." He paused to take a pair of deep breaths, weight stable on his own feet.

"That said. I," he added particular emphasis to the next word, "need," he paused half a beat, "something in my butt." The wyvern's brows raised higher, his whole body posture perking up, making the other chuckle as his paws were carried aloft "care t' help?"

Mark's jaw slackened, flabbergasted a moment, breath held for a lengthy throb between his legs.

Alan continued, his gloved paw still slickly petting and tracing down along the wyvern's neck. He just had to lean back a bit to cast a look back at that pulsing member, grip held a moment, its owner still stunned by the time he turned back to meet his gaze. "S' how about it?" He received back a clearly timid little nod, the optics of this filling Alan's chest with his own little giggling half-squeal, ending in having to shake his head and giggle, "you are too damn adorable, "he added with a vigorous rub, giving the larger form a nudge.

"Roll over. On your back I mean."

Mark paused for an uncertain moment. Could he? Should he? Rolling over itself was a complicated matter all its own, but sex? The aroma of their combined cum reminded him it wouldn't be the first time.

Then, the openly hopeful and confident look on Alan's face gave him the push he needed.

Full of nerves, Mark was a tangled mess of limbs and bulk, wings in the way at every opportunity. He was just thankful the ground beneath him was very forgiving. Alan had to step back to allow the wyvern to sort himself out, squatting awkwardly before tucking his wings to roll over and away, haunches thumping on the ground. Without an egg inside him, every movement was not troubled by its form grinding against this or that sensitive spot.

The hare, given a better perspective on the area, moved to kneel by the recently laid egg, safe from the chaos of its broodmother's tumbling act, still warm with internal life. The little one inside seemed to have calmed, no longer rocking. Pausing there, he motioned to it, "Do we need to..." As he spoke up, Fox had already looked at him, at the egg, and then away, tail tip giving a little thump on the floor. Now stretched out and partly curled, the distraction hampered his efforts to lay down and settle.

'Huh, guess not,' he thought to himself, figuring a parent would generally do what needed doing for their young, he gave it a little caress while kissing the air at it an instant. Being so close when it emerged made him feel rather connected to it. He didn't want to see anything come to harm.

"I wonder," Alan laid in place and stretched out across the path to grab the tabet his uncle had provided. It had landed face down earlier, and had gained a new striped paint job over the back. Unphased, he scooped under it with a claw and pulled it up to tap the screen. "What should happen next to the egg?" After a few seconds pause, it displayed a simple, if slightly puzzling phrase.

'Marra gathered to hatch indoors.'

"What? No, this egg," Alan complained, the confounding tablet held in an unsteady paw over that shelled life, "right here." It's use of past tense phrasing threw him off.

Another pause, the wait seemingly stretched out. It struck him off a moment that Fox here was bearing eggs, though was apparently not developed enough to fly. That seemed backwards.

'Active. Generally healthy. Egg four of standard first clutch. Left on/by path. Egg mother Marra gathered to hatch indoors.'

In an effort to be sure his brain was not playing tricks on him, he touched it again to be sure, just placing a set of slick fingers on its warm surface. Then, a flurry of movement, a squawk, and a fluttering snap tore Alan's attention away from his internal moment of confusion. A wing had shot out and snapped tight over his head. Had he not been horizontal, it would have struck him square in the chest. Barely a second later, it withdrew, fingers curling and shaking a moment.

Looking to its owner, Fox had a sheepish expression, features distorted slightly for being up-side-down. Alan caught him in the eye, his own face pulled into an attempt at something stern. The effect was half-ruined by a smile pulling at his cheeks.

At half attention, Fox's member was a vibrant crimson, veins within visible. The muscles could be seen flexing separate from the surface along its length. Under observation, it grew steadily, deepening in its shade. He could not prevent a little contraction from the base, shaft curling in half, slick and stringy pre pouring in a dollop upon itself.

Tablet set down with a little splut, he crawled closer to his partner, getting upright along the way. There were too many weird things going on, but those could be a matter he sorted out later. Too much there. Too complicated. Too many unknowns and moving parts. In contrast, there was one simple problem he could solve here and now. One thing he could really focus on, butt bouncing and tail clenching in anticipation. Dilated eyes fixed on a glint of light which caught through a stray droplet of pre.

With a wobbly saunter, Alan stepped over Fox's tail, facing him. The perspective was familiar, faced only minutes prior. Now without a layer of black in the way, the intimate detail of its depth played in his sights. To either side, a heavy set of talons were cast in the air, toes wrapped up on folded legs over a pair of wing-shoulders sunk upon the path.

The wyvern did his best to tuck his long neck forward and watch Alan's approach. Both of their eagerness was flagged between them. In the case of Fox, with streamers of pre running down its sides. He took a moment to curl that dexterous member toward the other's thigh, flexed at the base. So close, its slick and heated surface simply settled against it, conforming to contours, where the tip settled right up in the pit of his chest.

"Show off," teased Alan, cradling the wonderful heat pressed against him, admiring a moment as the end slowly gaped open to leak a dollop of pre. The sight made his mouth water. Fox was big. Certainly longer than any of the toys he had tucked away in the closetPleasant tapering tip, widening right down to the base slow and subtle. He was reminded of the slight mound around the bottom when he leaned in closer and tucked his pointy lap squarely upon the sensitive mound. Come to think of it, he even seemed shaped remarkably similar to a toy he'd received from his uncle as a present some weeks prior.

Alan was surprised to feel the wyvern's inner thigh twitch, spire throbbing and curling against his own. It formed a little crevice which his own sensitive spear tucked into it perfectly, frotting alongside the mounded base of Fox's shaft and over the textured vent. A mix of both their fluids had settled and collected. More than ever, the hare had been leaking copiously.

"Oh ..." his words turned into a snarl, eyes screwed shut in shock. Like an electric arc had discharged through his butt and legs, those well toned hips reacted with an energetic shudder, cock driven into the tight space a number of times before he realized what had happened. By the time his brain caught up to why he was feeling so much pleasure, he had no want or reason to stop. A dollop of pre bursting from the wyvern he was clung to gave him only more encouragement. The shot was directly into his undercoat, its heat spreading out across his stomach.

A pleasured, feral croon from ahead and below him caught his hung, jostling ear. This gave him the presence of mind for long enough to recall where he was, and what he was doing. Rhythm broken, he tried - and failed- to stop his hips, sliding away on bending knees while still lightly thrusting. "That was... oh my, sorry," he began, hips stalled, eyes opening just to see a wyvern watching him quite intently, "just felt..." Alan's hips quivered again, and Fox's shaft reacted with a little pulse and flex of its own.

Another wave of euphoria washed over the hare a heartbeat later, endorphins surging, "I just," he couldn't operate his mouth fast enough to complete a thought, actions coming easier to him.

On his back, the other was in heaven. Bundles of nerves of his former knot were pinned and wrapped against Alan's shaft, and the soft flesh alongside was simply sensitive. Even a stray direct poke by the rock-hard tip gave no sense of discomfort. The size difference gave him a noted mark of resilience, even confidence.

In a nimble little twitch of a move, the wyvern lifted his tail and curled his head forward, compressing on himself and rolling forward at Alan's face. In that instant, the white lustful bundle of fur started to let out a yell, only to have it cut off before it began. The utterance went from hard exhalation to a belly laugh in the span of one slick lick. Fox's muzzle was scented deeply with wyvern cum, slathered tongue leaving his nose and mouth slicked with the stuff. While before the aroma was rich in the air, now it was all he could smell.

Alan's belly laugh broke into a wanton moan.

His hips rocked back, and one foot slipped a few inches, legs spreading and dropping him that little bit more. To his momentary dismay, he slipped out of the pocket Fox had formed. So eager for more, he just thrust forward blindly and slid in a different direction.

There, he felt more heat. There, the wyvern started to press and arch against him. There, his pre-slicked tip pushed into a cavity and popped cleanly inside, right to the base. There were no questions, no thought, no reasoning at all. There was just the most incredible sensation in the world between his legs at the moment, and humping seemed his only option.

On the ground, his submissive partner could not hold in a crooning little coo of pleasure, accentuated with soft chuffs from his nose. The hare's shaft had slipped into his recently gaped oviduct, tip thrusting against the root of his shaft. The orifice just there was sensitive from its recent stretch, twitching to the lightest tough. Before then, the last of anything through the passage was Alan's arm and the egg.

This was so much better.

Unblinking he watched his ivory bundle of carnal desire become filled with the joy of discovery. That alone sent a ripple of happiness and fulfillment through his body and into his depths of his mind. The added enjoyment of a slick member popping through the outer ovi orifice and into the confined, sensitive duct felt akin to having his ass fingered, drawing him into the moment ever deeper.

Half cries of praises to unknown gods, utterances of partial explicatives, grunts and growls and feral sounds- all these burst from Alan's lips. Though he spoke for the pair of them, the wyvern added his own pleasured sounds to the messy mix.

Under him- his big, submissive male arched his tail to raise hips to meet thrusting, strong haunches tightening up the whole area. The change of angle, paired with his shaft compressing harder against Alan's chest, was entrancing. The end of his tail coiled right up along the hare's shoulder blade, red and white furry tip settled into the crux of his neck. Soon, it wound up grappled and used to muffle moans. Their coupling could have been a handful of breaths, or an hour's length. In the heat of the moment, neither could think of anything but one another.

When the hare came again, he all but collapsed on his knees. The only thing that prevented his fall - the fact he was sandwiched back and belly with a muscular tail and twitching, equally muscled cock attached to a caring wyvern. No words, no moans. Alan could just barely push out a croaking squeak of an exhalation, whole face wide in shock, jaw set solidly. Hard as a rock, he was buried as deep as he could go and trying for more. The position had him resting and bouncing some of his weight atop his throbbing, emptying balls, fuzzy sac cushioned all around by a hot, swollen vent. Better and worse yet- those walls were milking his whole package for cum incredibly effectively. The feeling was too much.

When a shudder came, it was not entirely of his doing. The wyvern's shaft was flexing, several hefty deposits of musky fluid sent pumping into his fur, with another produced like clockwork every couple of moments. By the fifth pulse, the gears were turning. A thick, muscular tail between his legs and coiled between his asscheeks gave him a reminder why this glorious beast was laid out before him in the first place.

His idea!

With a glimmer in his eye, a perk in his ears, and a spring in his step Alan gathered his limbs and tried, then tried again to climb forward from his tangled position. An unfortunate fact of the moment- the rabbit was a slick mess, fresh off a climax, and summarily loopy. So, his efforts to mount the barreled torso of the beautiful beast before him were hampered heavily. In his clumsy state, that smaller form first extracted himself, made to gasp sharply as he was struck solidly with a bolt of sensation from the suckled tip of his member. It had slurped free with an audible little pop. Feet scrambled for a spot, the half-strength attempt was ultimately curtailed by stars in his eyes.

A wing curled in, fore-knuckle in reach. The pull free had affected him as well. Hole left vacant, it snapped shut and made his haunches and loins tense up. For the length of a breath, Alan looked over his footing, handholds, and then forward at what looked like a spot he could settle belly to belly. Feeling a building tension at the base of Fox's shaft, the hare moved.

In a more calculated and nimble maneuver, he jumped from the lichen, planted a foot in the warm space just behind the wyvern's shaft, a significant fraction of his weight pushed into the tough and sensitive hide with the step, and levered himself higher. Finally, with a wet plop, he made a slick landing straddling Fox's stomach. The move had his body dragged along the forward flexing shaft right until it cleared between Alan's legs and snapped to attention perpendicular above the hare, jutting out between his ankles.

"Alright, how can we make this work," he panted, leering at the closer muzzle before him, a foot behind now adjusting to feel around. Operating by touch and memory, Alan slid his leg over until he found his mark. Toes fluttered and touched upon the base of that spire, foot slid to curl the arch along one side. This triggered the flexible loin to flex and all but slap down, curling tip alighting upon his inner thigh and shoved up alongside his tail. In the same reflex, the wyvern's furry tipped appendage drew out on the ground, hips jutting up by a margin.

The buck sent Alan sliding along a few inches, scrabbling for purchase. "Woah, hey. No-no-no-no!" He slid to a stop, a wyvern cock wrapped halfway around his ankle. "Hold still." After a brief pause to look back, "I've got this," he reassured everyone in earshot as a rubbery paw teased fingers over the wyvern's hide "I've got this."

Flattening his back once again on the ground, the wyvern took a long, steadying breath, slightly displacing the adjusting rabbit, then gave a quick little double-nod and light coo-churp. Hips relaxed, and legs to either side, he relaxed himself into the care of the other. Either heavy foot bobbed back and forth, wyvern watching with an eager eye.

The weight of Alan raising on his shins dimpled his hide, stretching the upper cleft of his vent, while the new position brought Fox's tip to his inner thigh. Shaft curling in place, it moved slowly, operating more on reflex than by his own direct control. It felt wonderful, and he did not have it in himself to do more than slow down. Moving to adapt, he simply scooted headward a touch. Reaching with his ungloved paw between his knees with a nervous excitement, the hare traced a trio of fingers along the stomach between his legs, bridging the gap to the nearby member with an outstretched thumb while he guided it along, hips shuffled closer.

While he'd ogled, handled, and even all but choked upon it that day, now that he was aligning the straining member, Alan was practically shaking.

"You know," he adjusted his butt lower, taking his time to settle his fingers under the drooling tip, angling it up to slide along his inner thigh, and tuck into the cleft of his ass, "aside from my toys," he stalled, "or fingers... a tongue," flexing the pert muscle upon that throbbing protrusion, "nobody's really been under there." Alan made his point more clear by riding down alongside Fox's pole, pressed upon it with pert butt, aided greatly by a sizable and sudden helping of pre which welled up and burst between his cheeks- all but filling the space up to the base of his tail with wet heat. The delivery puckered his hole and sent a tingle up his spine.

Facing Fox a moment, "I was saving for someone special," while the statement was simple, he let it stand, tracing a little circle with the gloved paw upon his partner. Alan's limited focus was drawn to a heavy throb in the member behind, the wyvern grunting out a cresending coo. He turned at the shoulder and peered back, reaching back to cup it against his butt.

Eyes open. Jaws parted, head curled slightly to one side, whole expression widening in a smile.

He was special.

"Okay," he took a breath, easing himself backward until he'd settled the end of Fox's beautiful tool against his hole, "stay... just like that." Alan could feel his heart pounding, not only from the lasting effects in his system, but a moment of nerves.

Starting with a hip shimmy, he carefully wedged himself back as he tried to relax his ass. Akin to when Fox was grooming his ears, the feeling of that hot, pre-drooling package flicking back and forth against his hole filled him with blissful little waves that radiated right out through his tail and up his back. "Oh..." Not in yet, but enjoying all the same, Alan pinched his tail down and braced his rubber-coated palm there with it, forming an effective little tunnel. Every sense, every sound, every point of contact was just lovely, demanding of more. The flexing and adjusting of talons to either side, digits braced in alternating tightening grasps; the rustling of wings as fingers tightened up, membrane rubbing along the path. He felt, more than heard, a rumble vibrate his knees, broadening his smile.

In his emboldened exuberance, treading among waves of pleasure, he was caught off guard by a healthy burst of pre. At the time, he'd managed to catch the tapered end upon his relaxed hole. As the urethra gaped, it everted just a fraction- fluttering in an instant of tickling, before delivering that hot, thick wave partly inside, leaving his hole dripping and slick. Whole package flexing while it was made to curl slightly toward his front.

The next bounce down was different. Head rolled back, he continued that as an arch that traveled down his body, butt coming up and back, easing the tapered end quite neatly inside of him.

Alan gasped.

Somehow, he did not expect it to be so warm or to move with the thrum of a powerful heartbeat. The hare could feel the sheer amount of effort Fox was using to keep himself steady and still. Those ridged eyes closed, shoulders braced on the ground.

So good at following directions.

Spurred on by having overcome that first hurdle, habits with toys began to sneak in. Rubbery paw still clutched in place, he began to ease himself back in a series of little rolling thrusts of his hips. Each time he eased himself backward, he took a little fraction more. The languid pace was quick to pick up, thirsty for more of that incredible feeling welling up within him. The hare discovered there was tension in the shaft he was riding, keeping it steady and stiff. He recognized the trembling upwelling under his tail, another dollop of pre was fast approaching. Wanting to experience every last bit of it, Alan's grip wrapped around the exposed red flesh, glove translating touch with unusual, scintillating clarity. Since it was muscled all along, he felt an undulation rumble up amid his fingers, fountaining past his prostate.

Tensing up, Alan straightened around face to face again, palms brought side by side as additional support and leverage. His hips had slowed a moment, and the shift of posture greatly aided his efforts. No longer twisted up, he was free to bounce and hump in place, stretching himself open wider and deeper by the bob.

The ample precum was having its own effect, toughening up surrounding tissues from harm subtly while it allowed them to relax and stretch easier. While not devoid of discomfort, he liked it all the same. The bursts of pleasure just rewarded and gratified the difficulty the pain added. A paw's breadth had sunk inside before he even realized, head growing fuzzier as he was inundated with increasing levels of lust.

Mane cushioning his spine, the wyvern was fast rising upon a similar upwelling. He was having great trouble keeping still. With a third of his length claimed by a tight, slick ass, he began to squirm. That subaudible rumble grew to a low crooning caw. Head and neck rolling back, Fox just surrendered to the moment, to the feeling, to the enjoyment, to Alan. The look of concentration and pleasure on his little face made his heart flutter, and sent an involuntary throb through the whole of his loins, tip coiled down to slam past a nearby prostate, sinking itself twice as deep as ever to pop past his colon. In the same throb, a heavy collection of precum was wrung out, bloating the taxed walls that now hugged snugly around, and pumping deeper into his plumbing.

As soon as he'd hyperventilated a short series of breaths, he burst out a quick, "steady!"

A gloved paw shot from its braced position in line with his knee, straight to his suddenly crowded gut. He was shaking, the pattering of his fingers akin to a vibration. Alan froze there, trying with everything he could to process, wild eyed and sharing into infinity straight through his partner.

Conscious of his error, Fox whined through his nose, the soft call drawing out into a bubbly croon. Unsure whether he should pull away, relax, or something else- he froze his lower half, just trying to keep still again. This was complicated by Alan, who had begun to rebound from the induced moment of shock. He chanced to angle his large head up, an eye peeking open. His moment of worry was wiped away when he saw the satisfied look spreading on Alan's face.

Movement seemed to trigger the hare to action. Knees still braced, he moaned all the breath from his lungs in a mighty effort to sit up straight. The both of them tensed and shivered together to feel the wyvern's flexible shaft get bent back upon itself, muscles within fighting against it for a few moments as the pleasure of that tight hole was so succulent. As it became hard to think, his body relaxed. That shaft followed suit to support the lapine, its exposed half curved in an upward arch. More and more of Alan's ass came to roll back and down as he managed to get upright fully, tops of his toes pressed haphazardly to his recently humped hole.

Every breath in was a little contraction around his shaft. It throbbed in kind, welling up to deliver another lubricating pulse. The very end felt to be curled around to one side, following the natural curve of the hare's anatomy. However, as it contracted to deliver it's latest little payload of pre, the whole of it reflexively straightened out with a moderate bit of strength. While not enough to bowl the bunny over, he had to brace to keep from tipping, paw on his knee, other hovering in the air, glistening with rubber.

More prepared for the incoming wave of heat filling his gut, Alan let loose a high toned, almost musical moan. In an effort to prevent a repeat of the last similar flex, he sat up and back, increasing the pressure exerted all around the shaft buried in his body. Like any other reaction, it gave in kind, and the hare was left gaped and fascinated by the visible little swell Fox's shaft had created in his otherwise flat and smooth stomach.

"Ho crumbs..." The utterance was all that could find his lips as the sight and feeling all came to register in his mind, magnifying the reality of the moment. His shaky palm drew up and settled on that swell he assumed to be the end of Fox's shaft, then compressed the butt of his palm upon it, rolling to one side as his fingers naturally spread out. An accompanying sound and feeling of a gentle croon met his ears, a less than subtle twitch drawn out of the flesh he'd sat upon.

His own touch elicited a delicate moan from Alan, just allowing that paw to relax and settle into a sweeping caress upward. The material felt slick against his fur, even against the grain. In his current state of mind and body, he could not resist simply allowing his paw to wander, the other soon feeling at his leg.

He had such nice legs.

The eye upon him did not escape Alan, just grinning wider to remember how he was being ogled. To put on a show only encouraged his exploration, teasing lines in his fur in a delicate wave. One drew up his leg, getting its own feel of his heated gut. In the same maneuver, akin to his mind's eye to that of a lap dance, his gloved paw dragged up his chest, across his throat, and against his lips and nose. Some loose fur had come along with the mess of cooling cum in that rubbery mitt, along with a faint little sampling of the wyvern's saliva- it too stained with a similar sweet muskiness.

Though he was panting, it felt only natural to draw a deep lungful of air through his nose to take in all of that less than subtle smell. At the apex of his inhalation, rose on his legs, kneeling higher by a fraction and dragging the hot shaft from his body by the same. Its every textured surface squelched through slick fluids, catching and slipping past his walls as it sprung up with the hare. Naturally, his tail pulled high with him, confidence welling in his finger-streaked chest. Dangling ears collected into paws,palpating and playing with them while he allowed his body to drop with care, bursting forth with another eager moan.

Another bob. Another moan. Another pleased croon and squirm from below.

Alan grinned, deeply pleased with himself, surveying the splayed wyvern with satisfaction. That feeling only grew to watch the reactions he drew from his little, oversized partner.

"Stay just like that Fox," He teased spontaneously, working his ass in a slow, rolling circle down again. What cock he did not take into his body was otherwise settled upon by foot and leg and tail, all warm, all drawn in close. Using all that as additional brace, and gravity working with him, Alan slammed himself back down, diaphragm compressed from within to squeeze the air from his lungs. Jaw slack, he rolled up with that momentum, and his body drew in a little air just for the pressure change within his gut. One fidgety paw dropped shakily to his stomach in time with a fresh squirt of pre and spent the better part of a minute humping in a slowly accelerating circle. Throughout his display, his achingly hard cock pulsed and bobbed, jutting up at an angle in front of him. While it entered his eyeline, Alan paid it no mind.

In the brief moment he thought to grasp himself, a flash of fear of the consequences, unknown and overwhelming as they may be, came to mind. He might explode. He might stop. He did not want that. Moment bearing down upon him so heavily, he felt the best rational thing to do was double down and hump harder.

To Fox, it was not a humping, but a milking. Every bouncy jolt down swallowed up a tiny fraction more, taking the more flexible half of his member deep, deep inside. He did not want to hold back his climax, but did not want the moment to end.

Either way, he had no choice.

Alan slammed down aggressively, whimpering in pained pleasure to feel something lodged so impossibly deep. The tip felt to be no longer slamming a firm back wall, having battered it out of the way, molded subtly anew, healing process aided by those alien fluids. Growling in savage satisfaction, the hare broke eye contact and wrapped the loose ear under his chin and cupped the end against his lips, making out with the sensitive, warm patch.

His ears were so warm.

So was Fox's cock.

Alan snarled then, moving without explaining or preparing the other. With enough time to open a ridged eye wider, the hare had already brought forward and planted a foot under his center of mass. Rocking to the side, he quickly pulled the other up, knees spread way apart.

While the new position all but demanded he used his hands to brace on Fox's belly, it just gave him the chance to try and shove backward onto that cock a little bit more. Every little jump was an impact all its own, to either of them. The new angle let Alan ram himself that tiny bit more full, bearing down around everything his hungry ass could swallow.

Despite his every effort, the base of that mighty member was beyond his reach. Bottoming out in his distended gut, the hare did not slow his rhythm. Rather, he used it to add to his rebound. His whole face scrunched up in fierce focus, teeth bared and set apart.

Their shared climax came as a complete surprise, at least to Alan.

Pleasure had been bouncing about in the hare's body just as much as he himself was upon Fox. His startled cry caused Alan's partner to tense in reaction, shaft braced and pulling itself a fraction deeper, tip curling just a little tighter.

His prostate throbbed and throbbed, trying desperately to erupt. However, his climax had robbed the strength from his legs, the bulk of the weight of his body rested upon the cock gaping him open. A weak roll of his hips gave it a fraction of additional space by burying Fox inside him that little bit deeper. Rather than his usual runny, creamy streaks bursting forth, Alan felt the wad of cum well up in his prostate and urethra. He had to bear down to push it up and out, collected in a ball that just sat on the head of his still straining shaft, too thick to run.

The strong, arrhythmic contractions and contortions around his cock, combined with the sweet sounds of raw joy -which he had a part in creating- sent Fox sailing over the edge and beyond. In the same moment as that tickle collected on Alan's tip, his ass was made to gape notably wider. A dramatic upwelling of wyvern cum inflated, then geysered from his cock, blasting up into his body and battering off walls along the way. With no place for pressure to escape, every drop was channeled deeper by the next. Not stopping with one simple burst- Fox relaxed fully into the sensation, allowing what came naturally. A second, equally large dose was deposited behind the first, causing his belly to bloat visibly that little fraction more.

There he was frozen, kept upright like a fuzzy, cream filled tripod.

Silent but for a little croak, his face screamed volumes. Nearly all the breath wrung from his lungs. Paws clenched into fists and relaxed again, one of them on that stretched spot.

Unable to stop the slow droop, he sank slowly, levering back from his hips and knees. While the move did not add any more inside his ass- which he felt must be past capacity- it allowed him to come to a seat on the base of Fox's cock, pert butt compressed atop. With its prehensile nature, his shaft harmlessly folded back upon itself, still embedded.

From his stuffed gut came a gurgle. Thick fluids balanced out pressure little by little, pumped ever deeper by more added with the next influx. Absorbed into his body directly through the wall of his intestine, and without a stomach and digestion in the way, the effects of that cum returned in force- all crashing over him at once. The strange, pleasurable feeling which built previously over a minute felt to rush upon him in seconds, and climb higher still.

Slumped in place, Alan was left to pant shallow and fast, eyes wide and cast to the planet overhead. The lightning in the clouds seemed to dance with the same storm as within his addled mind.

A deep breath did not quite feel possible with all the cock in him. His first attempt at speaking hardly made a noise- strength sapped for a slew of wonderful reasons. Arms gently allowed to sag at the shoulder to either side, Alan let out that air in a little wheezing moan. The effort made him clench around Fox, who in turn could not help but squirm slightly, shaft flexing and setting off another clench in his partner.

The pair were stuck in a little loop of squeezing and squirming until Alan pulled forward a fraction and gave himself literal room to breathe.

"Oh...oh... ho..." Alan's utterance turned into a protracted series of little sounds, each coupled with a fidgety-grab at the surface of Fox's chest. It was taking much effort to collect himself enough for words.

Fingers spread, palm down, fingers together and drawn up. Back and forth. Left and right. Breathe. Out and in. Throb.

"This is... I'm..." He trailed off again, eyes starting to flutter open, expression pulled into rapture. Fox had not taken his gaze off Alan through the entire display, breathing deeply. A soft, happy trill filled his throat. The sound seemed to give the hare's mind something to zero upon. Ears cupped lightly forward, calling his eyes to focus on a coppery sphere surrounded by red.

It flashed red, no- it blinked.

An eye!

"Fox!" The exclamation was above a speaking volume, making him clench. In response, his large partner could not help a light flex of that shaft. The change in Alan's face was instant- shock then a hedonistic grin. The wyvern allowed his tongue to loll from his nearly closed maw, out over his teeth and chin, covering over the angled surface with a slimy mass.

The hare almost snarled, "Come here," and lurched to close those last few inches that separated their faces. Arms cast forward, his body rocked with them. For a brief moment, Fox's twitching tip was speared a little deeper, then was pulled out a fraction more. As he quaked, Alan's muzzle plopped nose first into the crux of Fox's jaw and tongue.

His attention drifted. The twitching heat. The saliva soaking through his fur. The breath over his face.

The hare could not hold in another moan, launching into a lengthy kiss. Though at first, the impromptu kiss was somewhat one sided, it was nonetheless enjoyed by both. Alan made out gently with that little pocket. Mouthing softly in place, his own tongue sneaking from between his lips to add another delicate surface. They were all so very sensitive.

Stunned for the moment, the submissive of the pair froze up. He was not directly sure how he might return the kiss- or perhaps if he should. Mark was worried he could hurt him.

Not to be deterred, Alan moaned sweetly, paws offering an encouraging caress to either side of his chin, to that hanging tongue, taking hold of it as he might another, more musky and sensitive length of muscle.

Passing thoughts of blowjobs mixed with Alan's active kiss, the motions of both melding into his actions. Planting soft pecks to the tip, he looks Fox in the eye. The other retracts his tongue long enough to wet his palate, before licking out with care.

Alan had gaped his muzzle slightly in protest to lose that target of focus, but had not quite made it to the stage of making the complaint before that oral appendage thumped into the lower edge of his nose, and glanced from there back into his muzzle. The thick mass passed between his lips, stopping when it wedged softly upon his teeth, tip compressed upon his own.

They shared a lengthy set of breaths as they shared the moment.

All that moving air over his fur made the hare realize just how much of a mess he was. Painted, stretched, pumped full of cum. It was glorious.

He did want to clean this out of his fur before it got too gummed in place. "Hey, you know a good way to get cum out of fur around here?" While the question posed was to his big partner, it seemed he was heard all the same by that small tablet his uncle had provided. After a couple of seconds, it emmitied a pleasant ding, and there was some activity on the screen. There on the ground, it was out of reach of the pair.

"What?" Alan squinted toward it, Fox looked with him. On screen appeared to be a sort of map. In his addled state, the hare gave a half-hearted attempt at reaching for the device, despite it being past the wyvern's left haunch.

"Hey, can you reach Fox?" He motioned to it, "I really don't think.... I want to move." Alan shook gently for a breath, adjusting around the hot shaft buried within him.

Everything from his butt to his gut just throbbed with sensation, and he swore he was leading toward another climax of his own without touching himself.

Fox tried first with a wing, but just did not bend that way. His tail could curl, but the furred tip just brushed over initially, moving it the wrong way. Alan cheered him on with little words and moans of encouragement. All the movement and focus was making that shaft flex and curl. As Mark was trying to perhaps wrap his tail against or around it, his member was curling and twisting against Alan's walls roughly, opening him up further as his belly was visibly made to conform to that cock.

Alan groaned and patted frantically a moment to get his wyvern's attention, thumping on his chest. "Wai-wai-wait..." He panted, wild eyed. "Try a foot," he suggested in a rather commanding tone, face beaming with a grin, bearing down around that intrusion.

Following the order, Fox tucked his head to the side and dropped his wing, craning a foot rather awkwardly. With some additional guidance from Alan, he hooked a pair of claws under it and they both hooted in triumph. His claws caught on its case, and managed to scoop it up against the crook of his foot, talons wrapped around it. The position had him rolling to the side, and the hare had to adjust to keep in place, grappling with his legs and paws.

This did nothing to still the shaft that was being eased deeper into his body, stretching him a fraction further.

"Good job!" Alan said, half manic, "Okay, now give it here," Fox straightened his leg up into a more neutral position, with Alan holding a paw there at his inner thigh, running it toward his foot. Hooking around the knee, he sat up and hugged it against his side. Bent as it was, Fox's clutching foot was about level with his head. With the free paw, Alan came up and grabbed the tablet.

"Drop it."

His talons relaxed, and his shaft throbbed hard.

"Good boy."

Another harder throb.

Riding that wave of pleasure, and seeing Fox's huge, predatory foot talon there in front of him, digits all splayed. In a moment of lust inspired madness, he twists to thrust his face into the center. Powerful toes wrapped much of the way around his skull, grabbing hold for the briefest of moments.

In that instant of being trapped, darkness was forced upon him, eyes covered over and screwed shut. His ears were grappled down and one pinched against his head. He tried to open his muzzle to moan or call out, but his jaw was held shut. Talons just rested against the back of his head, resting on his cum-cooled skin and fur.

Alan came on the spot.

His release felt to wash over him all over at once, culminating in a series of soft spurts from his jutting member.

Then as soon as it happened, Fox relaxed his grip.

Alan held the device clutched against his inner thigh, his focus on orenting himself.

Fox watched him, looking very pleased with himself.

Alan made a show of it, wiggling his butt.

As he straightened up and drew as best a breath he could manage, the hare finally looked at their hard-earned prize. It took a few blinks and a squint to focus on the screen.

Fox examined the map as well, tip of his tongue dipped from his maw, huffing a slow, deep pant. While it looked to have a little information printed, none of it he could read.

He was able to puzzle together the blinking dot, with a faded dotted line leading back in the direction they came from. Trying to rotate the device resulted in the map keeping itself aligned, cluing him into its orientation and causing the idea to click. Highlighted on the map was what appeared to be a pond, glowing an inviting, pulsing blue. Beyond that, a ways farther, was a square- a structure of some form.

He gave the pond icon a tap.

Alan paused to adjust his ass, moaning tenderly as he felt a fresh bubbling of precum added to his already pressurized depths. His eyes wandered from the display, to his partner, who paused his peering to meet his gaze.

"So Fox," He spoke slowly and deliberately, having to put some focus into maintaining a lengthy sentence, "I'm going to get cleaned up before this cum gets any more set in my fur. Now," he gave a little chuckle which shook him upon and around the other, "as much as I really," he paused to emphasize, "really love your tongue, it's not quite working."

Fox paused and blinked, then slowly withdrew his tongue, looking sheepish in his posture and glancing down and away, drawing a strained laugh from Alan.

"Oh, it's fine," He reached forward with both paws to rub at the wyvern's muzzle, accidentally bumping his cheek with the tablet, "you can still lick me all you want. I just need to..." his thoughts were spiraling, "Right! You know, that pond you laid in?" He got a somewhat troubled nod in reply, Fox sheepishly turning his gaze downward.

Alan rolled forward, his whole body shuddering as he dislodged a partly doubled-over tip and shaft from his gut. The deep moan that fell from his lips did not seem optional. Nor did his loss of balance as he began to tip forward.

Fox was quick to react, planting his tail and dipping his muzzle in as best he could. The position was a slight strain, but the hare safely wobbled forward against his face.

His empty paw drew up and gave an appreciative pat, before using that same paw and arm to better anchor himself. He drew his hips up and away, moaning muzzle to muzzle with Fox, paw gripping his horn for support.

There was the barest trickle of cum from his ass when that shaft finally fell free. He reached back holding the tablet a moment, before thinking better of it and dropping it haphazardly. The thing hit on a corner and bounced to the ground.

He didn't care.

Alan was busy checking on the state of his ass. He bore down, but still was left gaped. That questing set of fingers found his hole puckered, and delectably sensitive. The same sort of fading ache in his jaw was now filling the void that Fox had bored so deep into him.

"Come on," Alan encouraged as he adjusted his weight and twisted to the side, leg bent at the knee to pull over the wyvern's barred chest. In a rush, he tried launching himself off and backward. Only to get a foot under him and have his sex-wobbly leg crumple under his weight, tripped by his other foot. There he tumbled to the ground in a heap. The wyvern was in the process of bundling himself up to leap to his aid, only to be stopped by the joyous giggle.

He hardly had a care in the world just then.

"Wow..." He giggled, "did me so good m'legs stopped working." Alan declared once he recovered himself enough to talk through his laughter.

While the statement seemed like it should be worrying, it filled Fox with an increasingly familiar sense of pride.

It was his cock that left Alan so blissed and helpless, after all.

He moved a wing first, to lend a hand, then realized his error and offered his tail as a better means to help, the long appendage brought alongside his small mate.

With great effort, he hooked an arm over the offered tail and clutched the furred tip to his chest. It only took a shift of Fox's hips to get the hare upright. Alan dragged his legs under himself deliberately, legs tingling as he scrunched his toes and worked life back into them. Every little movement he made caused the hare to squirm and shudder pleasantly. The wyvern's musky mess in his fur was tugging at patches, calling attention to itself.

"About that wash," He was starting to get used to the turbulence of his mind. Rather than a cascading avalanche of thoughts and ideas crashing through, Alan rode atop it all- or at least felt he did. On an unspoken signal of the hare shifting his weight forward, the pair got him to unsteady feet. Fox kept his tail there and ready, held still. For all the strength he had in that limb, he wanted to be careful, eyes keen and watching.

He had a thought to grab his bundled up clothing on the ground, but bending over did not seem like such a good idea after all that effort to stand. Instead, he steadied himself and took a slow stride forward. While his paw still subconsciously spread in the air toward that support, it was no longer needed.

"Hey Fox," Alan looked back over his shoulder, casting a sweet expression to the wyvern. "Can you grab my pants and stuff? I like those shorts. Don't care to have them... dry like that." With that, he checked again that he was facing the right way, and started putting one foot in front of the other - his pace slow and wobbly.

Left behind a moment, he looked between Alan and the bundles on the ground. The cloth was saturated through. His only recourse was either to ignore the request, or collect it up with his mouth. That hesitation seemed to be sensed by the other, who just prompted him with a melodic, encouraging 'hmm?'

Fox slinked into action, almost by reflex. Tail stretched behind, he dipped and used his tongue and upper teeth to first bring the shirt and shorts together, then to snag the saturated material in his maw. While it was heavy with the scent of his own cum, it was rich with the heady, wonderful aromas of the hare.

Satisfied, he looked around one last time at his mark upon the ground, then turned to go catch up with Alan a body-length ahead of him, heady-scented cloth pressed right under his nose.