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Size Does Matter

by nehemia (#0415)

Juniper

The rhythmic, thumping bass of a dance club playlist thrummed through Juniper's veins as he moved his body in time to the beat. The bar was packed with people, hips gyrating together, sweat-slickened skin gleaming under strobe lights, alcohol flowing freely. It was hot and stuffy--even the doors propped ajar couldn't relieve the thick humidity built on liquor and arousal.

Somehow, he thrived in it.

A voice nearby tried shouting over the music, and Juniper turned his head--vision lagging behind only slightly--and met the gaze of his feline lover, Oliver, who was beaming from pointed ear to ear. He couldn't help but return the smile with one of his own, stubby tail flickering joyously.

"What?" Juniper yelled back, obviously not having heard Oliver.

"I want another drink!" the feline shouted again, leaning closer to the bunny's slender ears. Juniper nodded and linked his fingers through Oliver's, beginning to weave through the crowd of people with his boyfriend in tow. Eventually they made their way to the liquor-soaked bar that stretched along the western wall of the club, and squeezed in against the surface between other patrons.

As Oliver told the bartender what they wanted, Juniper surveyed the area and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrored walls behind the shelves of liquor. His soft white fur was dusted with flecks and spots of gray, with only the most prominently gray areas being his ears, muzzle, tail and feet. Both he and his boyfriend were certainly a flaunt-what-you-got type of couple, and their style in fashion showed that. Dressed in similar tank tops and torn jean shorts, the bunny and kitty pair managed to stand out even in a crowd of similar styles.

The bartender carried over four shots, and Oliver and Juniper toasted each other before tossing back two each. Then the orange tabby male grabbed Juniper's hand again to pull him back onto the dance floor, their lithe little bodies making it easy to maneuver the crowd until they were in the center of it all. Oliver stood behind the bunny and grabbed his waist, gyrating their hips together to the beat of the music. Oh-so-easily did Juniper go with the flow, moving in time with his feline lover and grinding his ass back on his lap.

Juniper started to turn to look at Oliver, but movement by the front caught his eye, even over the heads of people. The door swung open, and it was one of the largest males Juniper had ever seen. A horse stalked into the club, built solely with corded, rippling muscles that made up every single inch of his formidable frame. His appearance was revealed in brief moments of the dancing crowd parting, coming together, and parting again.

The gym apparel he wore left little to the imagination in any regard--a t-shirt stretched tight across broad shoulders, hard pecs and two rows of well-defined abs, and loose shorts that couldn't possibly be loose enough to hide the massive member tucked inside. Juniper's throat dried out at the impression it made within the fabric. It was practically a third fucking leg.

Without looking at a single person--which was impressive considering the place was packed--the hypermasculine horse crossed the club and took a stance at the end of the bar. Alone. Despite having said or done nothing at all, his expression alone screamed unapproachable, and scared off any curious or brave souls. From over his shoulder, Juniper could feel Oliver staring at the horse as well, claws tightening in his waist.

"Holy shit. He's huge," Oliver muttered beneath the music. Forcing a few swallows in an attempt to burn through the arousal budding in his core, Juniper tried to focus solely on the beat of the music and his boyfriend.

"Yeah. Seems a little excessive to me," Juniper said gruffly--but even as the words passed his lips, he knew they were a lie. Something dismissive he said if only to give Oliver no reasons to worry. Not that he had anything to worry about...

"Agreed." Oliver huffed a laugh, continuing to dance behind him. It was difficult, Juniper quickly realized, to not constantly stare in the direction of the horse; as if he had his own gravitational pull, somehow. Juniper snuck another glance in time to see the hypermasculine male down his whiskey in one easy swallow. And then the horse turned his head and looked right at him.

Juniper felt his gyrating body slip into muscle memory while his heart kicked into overdrive, thumping wildly in his ribcage as their eyes locked and remained. A heated flush crept across the bunny's fur and pooled in his core; he felt utterly naked and inferior under that unrelenting stare. He couldn't look away--the larger male wouldn't will it.

In the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware of Oliver having a conversation with a few of their friends, asking what the newcomer's name was. They replied, Apollo--and every word after that was merely background noise to the bunny. The entire world faded into nothing as his gaze was snared and captured by the male at the end of the bar.

Apollo inclined his head, a silent but purely dominant aura emitting from the expression etched into his features. Then he stood, continuing to stare down the smaller male until finally he turned and exited out the back of the bar, into the alley.

Released from the intoxicatingly demanding stare, Juniper sucked in a sharp breath and was tethered back to his body again--yet he didn't feel it. He didn't feel or see anything except those dark eyes, the corded muscles, the member stuffed in those gym shorts...

"I'm gonna get some air," Juniper said to the feline, who nodded and gave his cheek a quick, chaste kiss before falling back in tune with the music. Juniper turned for the back exit and traipsed across the bar, every step feeling leaden. He didn't know what awaited him beyond the safe confines of the club, but every instinct in his being was pulling him to go outside--not stay inside.

Allowing himself no time to look back, Juniper pushed the heavy door open, stepping into the alley outside. Cool air kissed his fur, and he winced slightly when the door slammed shut behind him as he glanced down either end of the alley. A few dumpsters and various liquor bottles strewn about--but no hypermasculine horse. Juniper went left and walked a few meters down the way, treading carefully and observing the darkened corridor. With the exception of the muffled thudding bass of music from within the club, it was quiet. No one was here. He turned--

And nearly jumped out of his skin, yelping in surprise as he collided with a hard and unyielding surface that had absolutely not been there just seconds ago. Scrambling a step back, Juniper forced his gaze up the muscled torso suddenly in front of him before meeting Apollo's dark stare. The horse huffed through his nose, sizing Juniper up like prey as his eyes scoured every inch of the bunny's smaller form.

Apollo said nothing. He just took a step forward, then another, and another, forcing Juniper back until he hit the brick wall behind him, staring up at the larger male with rounded eyes. His throat dried out at the predatory intent written in Apollo's demeanor, who was now intentionally cornering the bunny in.

"What are you--"

Voice cut short, Juniper gasped as the equine male wrapped his fist around his little throat, squeezing hard and lifting him off his feet. Juniper gripped Apollo's massive forearm, clutching him in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure on his windpipe. But Apollo kept the smaller male pinned and used his free hand to tear the shorts right off the bunny's frame. Juniper instinctively pressed his knees together, slender ears folding back over his head.

Paying no mind to the bunny's futile attempts at preventing this, Apollo tugged his own trousers down just enough to expose his hardening cock. His musky scent was thick and heavy--just as everything about him was, really. And against those powerful muscles, Juniper didn't stand a chance as the horse wedged his larger frame between his slender thighs, strong hands gripping his throat and under the knee to keep him properly positioned.

Apollo thrust his hips hard, offering no warning before forcing his massive member up into the smaller male's ass. Juniper shouted and cried out, back arching and lungs straining. Already it felt like he would tear in two--but the equine male had paused, only shifting his hips minimally as if testing the feel of Juniper. Juniper whimpered and squirmed against the brick wall, anticipation and desperation mounting inside him.

Something seemed to give Apollo the answer he needed, because he suddenly began bucking like the wild stallion he was, every merciless thrust gaining inch after inch deeper into the smaller male. Juniper tried to cry out, but the hand around his throat had tightened so hard that he could only manage strangled whimpers and gasps. He continued to claw at the horse's forearm, his shoulder blades scraping against the bricks from the unrelenting notions.

Back and forth, in and out, Apollo thrusted and fucked Juniper's ass viciously hard, pumping with no sign of stopping anytime soon. He huffed in satisfied pleasure, gazing down his nose at the smaller male. Juniper's eyes were rolling back in his head, both from the razor-sharp pleasure-pain rearranging his guts and from the constant fading in and out of consciousness. He was so much smaller than the hypermasculine male, and Apollo's cock was so fucking big--

Fiery hot pain laced within his core--deep, burning pain that was abnormal, and permanent. At the same exact moment, his balls tightened suddenly before a blissful, mind-wracking orgasm barreled through him, causing his dick to squirt with semen. Juniper screamed despite the hold on his throat, and dug his claws into Apollo so deep that he drew blood.

But the equine male didn't care, didn't listen--he continued to piston his thick cock in and out of Juniper without mercy or restraint, snarling with a primal need. That pain in his core--a crack in his pelvis--solidified before fracturing completely.

Stars dancing, Juniper's world splintered apart.

And then everything went black.

Oliver

Seated beside a hospital bed and hunched over the mattress, Oliver clutched Juniper's hand and focused on his own breathing.

In... out... in... out...

Several hours earlier, the feline male had gone out back to check on his boyfriend, only to find Juniper unconscious in the alley. No one else had been around, but June had clearly been brutally raped before being so carelessly discarded. Oliver had immediately picked up his broken body and ran all the way to the hospital. Everything since then has been a blur.

In... out... in... out...

Vaguely, he remembered the doctors telling him that Juniper's pelvis had been fractured--that whoever had done this must have been at least triple the size of June. The very thought horrified Ollie, and again he felt his insides churn with nausea. He should've been there. He could've done something to stop this, or at least helped June fight back, something--

Juniper's fingers twitched, and Oliver's head shot up, his gaze searching the bunny frantically, desperately. He'd been unconscious since he found him in the alley, but not too long ago the doctors told him he should wake soon.

Slowly, Juniper's eyelids fluttered open and up, revealing his hazy, drowsy blue orbs. Oliver heaved a sigh of relief and slumped over the other male, practically trembling. June silently laid a hand on the back of Oliver's head, and Oliver screwed his eyes shut, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. A long, quiet moment passed before either of them were able to speak.

"I thought you were dead," Oliver whispered hoarsely, pulling back just enough to study the other male. June offered a weak smile.

"Not quite," the bunny huffed. He briefly glanced around the hospital room, and it was rather unwillingly that questions from before began arising in Oliver's mind again.

"June... What happened?" he asked. Juniper was silent, which only added to Ollie's growing unease. But he remained quiet, too, allowing his lover the space to formulate his reply.

"Apollo," June finally strained back, swallowing hard.

Oliver blinked. "The horse?"

Juniper nodded solemnly.

The feline male was overwhelmed with grief for his partner, his heart sinking. He briefly closed his eyes, and when he opened them, tears again swelled.

"I'm so sorry. I should have been there. I could have protected you, Juniper, I'm so sorry--" he tried.

"Ollie," June said gently, yet firmly enough to grab his attention. Oliver looked to the bunny, falling quiet. "I... I went out there willingly."

Oliver felt as his brows furrowed together, confusion a clear emotion upon his countenance. "What do you mean?"

Juniper swallowed, his eyes trailing down, away from his feline lover. "I mean... I saw Apollo go out the back door, and I followed. I... I want to go back," he confessed.

"Go back?" Oliver echoed.

"To him."

"What?"

"You don't understand, he--"

"You're damn right I don't understand!" Oliver interrupted as he stood upright, putting a little distance between himself and the bunny. "June, why would you want to go back to that? Look at what he did to you," he croaked.

Juniper's gaze tracked along his own body covered in the thin hospital blanket, catching a glimpse of the pelvic cast beneath. Then he closed his eyes.

"I know it may not make sense, but... I think I... I liked it, Ollie." The bunny's voice was soft and reserved, as if saying it too loudly might officially make it true.

An exhale of disbelief escaped from Oliver as he regarded his broken lover--broken in more ways than one, he realized.

"Do you still love me?" the feline inquired after a moment. Juniper looked stunned by his question.

"Of course I do, Oliver. Nothing will ever change that. But..." He trailed off, seemingly unable to find the right words.

Yet Oliver just shook his head, seated himself back at the bedside, and took June's hand between his.

"Don't worry, June. We'll figure this out, okay? Together," he said reassuringly. Juniper nodded, blinking back the tears that now lined his eyes in silver.

It was all Oliver could do to ignore the doubt in his mind.

Two Weeks Later

Juniper

Standing in the shadows of the alleyway, masked from sight, Juniper contemplated his life choices. He'd been out of the cast for an hour now, and already had managed to slip away from Oliver in order to track down Apollo.

What was he doing? What was he doing? He had a boyfriend at home who loved him, who worried for him and wanted nothing more than to make sure he was okay. Yet here he was, lurking outside the public gym he knew Apollo frequented.

It was nearly one in the morning; the moon was peaking in the sky and the streets were silently undisturbed. Despite the late hour, though, the gym still bustled with quiet activity.

Ever since that night at the club, Juniper's thoughts have been consumed by the hypermasculine horse, those bulking muscles, that musky scent...

Do you still love me?

Oliver's question from weeks ago rang in Juniper's ears, and a pang of guilt washed over him. He couldn't do this. He shouldn't do this.

He released a rugged exhale and took a few steps with the intention of going home. Instead, he found himself pushing through the front door of the gym.

It was as if his body had a mind completely separate from his own, kicking into auto-pilot in spite of the internal pleas he threw at himself.

All of them fell on deaf ears--which was ironic, he thought, because he normally had exceptional hearing. In a matter of moments, like he knew exactly where to go, he was in the shower-slash-locker room that was admittedly much less busy than the gym itself.

Apollo wasn't hard to spot. He practically dwarfed the bench he was sitting on, sweat-slickened muscles rippling as he ran a towel through his mane.

Juniper's stomach dropped straight out of his ass while his heart tripped over itself trying to pound erratically in his chest. He suddenly felt glued to the spot, unable to move or breathe.

As if sensing his presence, the equine male turned his head and looked right at Juniper, dark eyes flaring with subtle surprise. But he didn't stand, or move to greet him. He only stared expectantly, waiting for Juniper to get a grip on himself.

Despite his mind still reeling, the bunny's body yielded to Apollo and urged his feet into moving again. It was all too soon that he found himself standing before the larger male, feeling utterly consumed by that unending black gaze.

With the close proximity, Juniper was easily able to pick up on the heavy, musky scent that was Apollo after a strenuous workout. It was damn-near suffocating--enough to make the bunny yield a step back.

Of course, that short distance wasn't enough to really deter Apollo, who stood up without warning and stepped forward, advancing on Juniper. And just like in the alleyway, Juniper was cornered against a wall, wincing as his back hit the metal lockers behind him.

In the two steps it took Apollo to close the distance between them and tower over the bunny, he managed to strip off his gym shorts, revealing the massive member he so casually carried. It was the first time Juniper got a good look at it straight on, and the mere sight of it caused his mouth to dry out.

Apollo's balls alone were bigger than Juniper's head. His cock was thicker and longer than June's entire arm, and it was still growing harder by the second as Apollo stared down at the bunny.

"Open wide," Apollo growled.

"What--" Juniper couldn't even finish the first word before Apollo's thumb pushed its way into the bunny's mouth, prying it open as far as it'd go. Even still, the horse seemed unimpressed. Juniper only whimpered, gazing up at the larger male helplessly.

He didn't waste another second. Apollo stepped forward and rammed his length into that little opening, fully taking advantage of his own superior strength and size. Juniper's slim ears pressed back, his eyes going wide with both fear and arousal. Apollo's cock was so large, he could just barely fit it in his jaw.

But his jaw wouldn't be the problem, he quickly realized. No, it was those two front teeth of his--typical of a bunny like him.

Apollo didn't seem to care. He quickly settled into a pace that pleased him, thrusting and pumping his length in and out of Juniper's mouth. Deeper and deeper it drove, eventually making a bulging impression down the bunny's throat--who was gagging every time the horse withdrew before plunging back in.

The equine male snarled in approval, whinnying with a lustful need as he bucked so hard and fast that he managed to dislodge Juniper's jaw. His strong muscles bulged, emphasizing his vastly larger size. Juniper's eyes rolled back in his head from ecstasy, despite his lungs straining for any air around that incomprehensibly monstrous cock. Between the horse's size, his musky scent, and the endless thrusts, Juniper was quickly losing his grip on his consciousness.

Apollo's fist grabbed the hair on the back of Juniper's head, holding the smaller male steady as he quickly neared his climax. Apparently taking advantage of the little bunny really got him going, and paired with seeing his member stuffed down Juniper's throat, he could barely hold himself together.

The larger male gave another growl and hilted deep, groaning as rope after rope after rope of thick, steaming cum sprayed out. Juniper's mouth worked slightly as he struggled to swallow it all--yet it quickly proved futile. There was just too much. He choked on Apollo's length and the loads of semen, eyelids fluttering as his body threatened to give in. Only then did Apollo retreat, pulling his cock out and releasing Juniper, who instantly slumped down to the floor and back against the lockers.

He was vaguely aware of the hypermasculine horse continuing to cum on him, until everything faded into obsidian nothingness, lungs burning.

Oliver

He wasn't stupid. The excuse Juniper had given him to sneak away was so lame. I have a dentist's appointment that I forgot about. He'd been able to walk for all of an hour before he made up that line. Unwillingly, but for the sake of his sanity, Oliver had followed behind at a distance.

He and June had never really had their issues; they agreed on every major thing and in all honesty, Juniper was Oliver's twin flame. He hated that he was stalking his own boyfriend, that he felt like he couldn't trust him.

But what the hell was going on here?

For a while, Oliver lost sight of his bunny companion. He managed to spot him right as he ducked into a building--a gym, not the dentist's.

There was a long stretch of time where Oliver debated going inside after him. Had he come here instead to rebuild his muscles after being temporarily disabled? He didn't want to believe the worst of June, but he had to know one way or another.

The feline male finally paced down the sidewalk and pushed through the front door, instantly greeted by the strong musky scent of sweat and the sight of rippling muscles working the machines. But a quick sweep of his eyes told him that Juniper wasn't in the weight section. He scoured cardio, the yoga studio and the pool, too.

That little voice in the back of his head kept nagging, You know where he really is. Oliver had searched the gym in an attempt to prove that voice wrong. But the only place left was the locker rooms.

Mustering a courageous breath, Oliver trudged down the hall and shouldered the door open to his dreaded destination.

Apollo was walking straight at him, panting lightly and adjusting his cock back into his shorts. He paused only briefly upon seeing the feline suddenly in front of him, before giving a huff and shoving him out of the way to make his exit.

His strength and size was great enough against Oliver that he lost his balance and hit the ground, grunting with the impact. It took only a second for him to reorient himself, and he glanced around the room. His eyes immediately landed on Juniper, who was also laying on the floor, clearly unconscious.

Again.

No, no, no, this could not be happening again. Oliver scrambled to his feet and rushed over, slamming down on his knees to grab the bunny's shoulder and roll him onto his back. Oliver gasped at the sight--at the feel of him.

He was drenched in cum. An incomprehensible amount of it. It flooded his mouth, which was still slightly open after the abuse it had endured. Both of his two front teeth had been broken and chipped to about half of their length, undoubtedly to make more room for the massive member that Apollo sported. But more than all of that--he wasn't breathing.

Oliver laid his palms over the center of June's sternum and began to pump his arms, desperate to save his lover's life. It didn't matter that he'd come here for this, he loved him--

The feline ducked down and slanted his mouth over Juniper's, attempting to breathe air and life back into him. But there was too much cum; it was as impossible as breathing underwater, and Oliver was beginning to panic.

He slammed his fists against June's chest, frantically slipping down the slope of despair. Juniper's chest arched as he coughed, but it wasn't enough to dislodge the ungodly amount of semen that ultimately suffocated him.

June was drowning.

Oliver kept alternating between pumping his chest and attempting to breathe air into his lungs, everything except June fading into the background. He was screaming, frantic, desperate, and nothing was working, nothing was working--

He couldn't lose him.

But perhaps, in a sense, it was already too late.

Twelve Hours Later

Juniper

He'd needed his lungs drained and his stomach pumped. Twice. There'd been over three gallons of semen inside him. The doctors had never seen anything like it. And as Juniper laid there, suffering from both physical and emotional pain, all he could think about was the feeling of ecstasy he experienced as Apollo was cumming down his throat.

He was fucked up.

The last few hours, he'd mostly been going in and out of consciousness and resting. All the while, Oliver sat at his bedside, watching him and his monitors closely.

But when he woke this time, he knew he was ready to wake up for good. He slowly opened his eyes and slid his gaze in Oliver's direction, studying him warily.

Oliver was doing the same.

"June... What happened?"

It was a painfully obvious déjà vu moment.

Juniper couldn't bear to look at his feline lover any longer. "I... I knew he'd be there. I went back to him."

"Why?" The way Ollie's voice strained was emphatic of his anguish.

June shook his head. "I told you. I liked it." He finally looked at Oliver again, and the feline was crying. Tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking into his fur as his soul seemingly splintered in half. When they'd been in the hospital two weeks ago, Oliver had been angry.

This was so much worse.

Tears spilled down Juniper's cheeks, too, and he reached to grab Ollie's hand. "I'm sorry," he croaked. But he didn't know what else to say.

Maybe there wasn't anything else he could say.

Three Days Later

Oliver

The last few days had been rough, Oliver would admit that. He and June were in a sensitive place, and even though the feline had convinced him to stay home and rest for a while, he could tell that Juniper's mind was... elsewhere.

He was preparing to cook dinner in the kitchen when a rough knock sounded on the front door. As Oliver paced across the kitchen and through the living room, he threw June a glance--but the bunny was staring at the door as if he could see right through it.

Ollie immediately regretted answering the knock; because once that door cracked open slightly, their visitor forced his way inside.

"Hey!" Oliver shouted, scrambling to shut the door before facing the intruder. He stopped in his tracks upon seeing Apollo--whose glare was fixated solely on Juniper.

"I'm not finished with you yet," the horse growled.

Oliver looked to June, who appeared genuinely both confused and slightly terrified. Apollo stalked across the living room in three powerful strides, approaching the smaller male on the couch and grabbing him by the ears. He tossed Juniper so that he fell face-down, ass-up over the cushions, priming him just perfectly.

Juniper was stunned, clearly still processing what was happening as he gripped the couch beneath him in preparation for whatever was to come. Oliver, finally snapping out of his stupor, rushed forward to lunge at Apollo.

"Get away from him!" he screamed, wrapping small fingers around impossibly large biceps. The horse batted him away, swatting him with as much ease and annoyance as a human would a fly. Oliver hit the ground, but when he moved to stand back up, Apollo pinned him with an unforgiving stare. And just like that, the feline was stuck.

Returning his attention back to the bunny before him, Apollo huffed through his nose as he tore away Juniper's shorts, exposing him completely. The smaller male winced, fingers digging deeper into the cushions but not daring to protest a word.

"You're going to take every single inch of me," Apollo snarled, lining his already-freed cock up to Juniper's backside. Oliver watched with wide, horrified eyes as his lover opened his mouth to try and voice his concerns--but it was a second too late. Apollo plunged in, managing to force a little over half his length inside the tight confines of Juniper's ass.

Oliver cried out at the same time Juniper did, as though he could feel every ounce of pain that his boyfriend experienced. Tears welled in the feline's eyes as he sat helplessly on the floor, made to watch Juniper suffer.

Juniper's spine arched suddenly when Apollo fisted his grip within those slender bunny ears, yanking his head back and holding him the way he wanted for the rutting. The horse was huffing and growling, thrusting with all his might to drive every inch inside the smaller male, just like he promised. In and out, back and forth, Apollo plowed his hips mercilessly, relentlessly.

Juniper was crying out, and by this point, Oliver was just crying. In a frail, final attempt to stop the hypermasculine horse, Oliver staggered to his feet and threw himself behind Apollo, wrapping his arms around the larger male's hips as though he had any hope of actually restraining him. Instead, those massive balls--that Ollie had sorely underestimated--swung back from one of Apollo's vicious thrusts and slammed into the feline male. The wind whooshed from his lungs just as he hit the floor, momentarily disorienting him.

"Please... Please, stop," Oliver begged thickly, looking up and watching as the larger male forced more and more of his cock into his boyfriend. Juniper himself was beginning to tremble, his cries and shouts reducing to mere whimpers and gasps. Something was wrong, Oliver knew--but Apollo didn't stop there.

The horse raged on, having a seemingly endless supply of stamina and lust as he fucked Juniper without restraint. Beneath his significant weight and strength, the couch cracked, threatening to give in. The equine male took no notice, driving his thick, throbbing length deep into the bunny's little asshole that had stretched just for him. And then the couch officially split, breaking fully out from under them.

Juniper gave a little yelp as they both hit the ground. To prevent the smaller male from sliding away with every powerful notion, Apollo used the grip he had on his slim ears to rotate him, shoving his face into the wall--all the while keeping his steady, unrelenting pace and never missing a beat.

He eventually managed every inch inside Juniper's ass, delivering on his earlier words--and if he had any amount of restraint before, he had absolutely none now. The entirety of his monstrous member was pumped in and out with a vicious cycle, so much so that Juniper's head banged against the drywall over and over again, gradually denting it in. Oliver screamed as the wall, just like the couch, crumbled under Apollo's might, who fucked June right through it and didn't even blink.

And Juniper had fallen silent.

The silence rang in Oliver's ears as he stared at his lover, who was limp and unconscious, his unresponsive body rocking within the hole of the wall solely from Apollo's motions. Oliver didn't realize he was sobbing until he had to force himself to take a breath--yet even then, no air would fill his lungs. He felt like he was suffocating; his mind refused to process what he was actually seeing in front of him.

Juniper was dead.

Juniper was dead.

Every thought eddied out of his head as Oliver gazed unseeingly at Juniper's limp body--not unconscious, but dead. The world seemed to be moving in slow motion, and by the time it caught back up, Apollo already found his climax, having hilted all the way into Juniper's abused asshole and dumping his heavy load. When he pulled out, cum leaked from the bunny--who didn't move at all.

The equine male tossed June aside without care and stood to make his exit, fixing his cock back into his shorts. "Useless fucking cocksleeve," he huffed.

Oliver didn't know how or when he moved, but he suddenly found himself curled over Juniper's dead body, which was bruised and bloated with cum from the violent rutting. His soul split as the world seemed to be cleaving in two, and he wrapped his arms around June to hold him close, embracing his lover for the final time.

"Please don't leave me," the feline begged, sobbing and trembling with a ruthless sense of anguish that he never knew was possible.

He wasn't ready to lose Juniper.

But perhaps he lost him the night he stepped into that alleyway.