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Hoppers Story

Chapter Seven

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

16th February, 2012

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Hopper grunted, sliding his paws around the Doe's hips as he began thrusting himself against her rump, uttering bestial grunts of lust and desire. His senses were inflamed by the scent of the aroused Doe, and her gentle calls only further encouraged him, as his feral nature began to assert itself harder and harder. Experimentally he thrust again - feeling his way blindly towards her cloaca - until the Doe submit and lowered her hips. With a series of quick thrusts, Hopper's trembling penis found the wet opening; then drove itself in as deep as it could. Instantly, Hopper's mind turned inside out, as he felt the incredible warmth of the Doe, and heard her grunts as he began pounding himself against her furred hips with stronger and stronger thrusts. His forearms clutched at the Doe's flanks, as he hunched himself over her, thrusting himself as deep into the Doe as he could; his muzzle almost buried in her nape, as he clutched her even tighter and this time, the Doe uttered a short squeal and began to struggle in Hopper's grasp.

He was oblivious to the growing struggles of the Doe, who tried to break his tight grasp, but Hopper pulled her closer and began thrusting with an eagerness that made the Doe claw at the ground, her frightened cries growing louder and louder. She had wanted to be bred, she had chosen this Buck of her own volition - yet he was much larger than any buck she had ever been bred by before - and as he sank his claws into her tender belly, clutching at her like a drowning man would clutch a piece of driftwood; his penis slamming deep with each convulsive thrust - she knew she had gotten herself in over her head.

Hopper began gasping, his ears flat against his neck as he pulled the Doe up and back, his thrusting making her shriek and struggle in futility, as Hopper grunted louder and threw his head back, gasping with each strong muscular flexing of his hips, oblivious to the Doe's growing distress and fear. For fifteen minutes, Hopper bred the increasingly unwilling Doe, lost in the moment of his first ever mating - his paws clawing and scratching at the Doe as she struggled even more violently against him, before he pulled her tight and screamed with an almost feral squeal, as the first of what would prove to be many orgasms, flooded into the Doe's young body...

*

Katy returned, sipping a lukewarm coffee; that she had almost forgotten in her disassociation of thought with regards to the myriad of paperwork, reports and other stuff, the doldrums making her switch off mentally. When she returned to the room, she idly noted Hopper wasn't present. She frowned, glancing at the clock mounted on the wall, before she shrugged and slumped into her chair, turning up the volume of her Ipod. She had faith in Hopper, thinking he was just enjoying the lovely afternoon sunshine with the Doe, who had begun to actually show signs of trust in Hopper's presence. Ask Katy shuffled through some pages of a report on a male Grey Kangaroo brought in about twenty minutes ago; her eyes drifted sightlessly towards the window...

Her mind did a double-take, and her coffee cup fell from her nerveless fingers. Her eyes grew wide, as she saw Hopper and the increasingly agitated or frightened - Katy couldn't tell - young Doe, with Hopper obviously mating her with an almost violent ferocity Katy had never seen in a Wallaby before. He had the younger and smaller Doe clutched tightly with his forearms, his paws buried beneath her, and the powerful thrusts of his hips against those of the Doe, gave Katy a good impression of how hard Hopper was breeding the Doe. Katy's first instinct was to smack the alarm and summon help, fearing the Doe was in genuine distress - but as her hand reached for the button and its protective cover; she heard Hopper's bestial squeals, and realised it was probably too late...

Hopper thrust a few more times, before he collapsed onto the Doe's back, his whole body shaking as if electrified, and with a loud barking grunt, she violently dismounted Hopper and fled to the far end of the enclosure. Hopper staggered; and Katy feared the worst, seeing Hoppers very engorged penis still flicking and trembling, before he wobbled on his legs, then collapsed to the ground where he lay gasping and panting. Katy steeled herself, then reached for the door once again - then was frozen in place by of all the things she least expected - the Doe's surprising actions.

Hopper lay convulsing, his body consumed with the post-ejaculatory pleasures; for he had never mated before, he hadn't even pawed himself - and this was his first orgasm, and he didn't know what to make of it. He lay moaning and shivering, then heard more than felt, the Doe come back to him, her soft grunts and calls making him roll onto his side and try to raise his sweaty head to look at her.

She launched into a string of sharp barks, growls and even more than a few powerful and sharp bits to Hopper's ears, whilst from the safety of the enclosed room, Katy blinked in surprise. Sure, she had seen her share of rough and violent matings before - it was often natural; yet the Doe never seemed to really suffer any permanent harm...but this one....

"My gods - " Katy moaned, placing a hand against her mouth as she went white in shock. "Hopper is an anthropomorphic..."

Again, the Doe seemed to be giving Hopper a piece of her mind, before he visibly flinched and rolled out of the Doe's clutching grasp, uttering the unmistakable cry of a frightened Joey. It was a series of short, sharp chittering sounds, and the Doe snorted, before she shivered from ear-tip to tail, then hopped away from Hopper. Katy did not know what to make of this strange interplay between them - but she continued to watch, flipping the lid on the button, just in case Hopper turned violent...but from his trembling and moans - violence was the last thing on his mind....

As Katy watched, Hopper pushed himself up against the edge of the fence, until his whiplike tail lay between his hind legs, and he rested his paws on his belly, shivering and moaning. His eyes closed and almost imperceptibly, his paws began sliding down his belly; until he clawed at his scrotum - his look one of mixed pain and pleasure. Katy gasped, not knowing what to make of this strange development, as she slid into her chair, her total attention turned to Hopper, and what he was doing.

Hopper squirmed, obviously lying like this wasn't a comfortable position, even for an anthropomorphic wallaby - and he grunted as his paws touched his still erect penis, his paw pads sliding over and around it, as it flicked and quivered. Visibly emboldened by his self-pleasuring, Hopper grunted and his paws encircled his slender length,before he started using them to pleasure himself. His grasp grew stronger, until his wet penis slipped easily between his paws, and he began masturbating himself with a long, sensual upstroke; followed by a quick downwards thrust of his paws.

Sitting on her chair, Katy moaned and then gasped, before she spun about and ran to the opposing door, thumbing the lock over, before rushing back to the window. She knew this was wrong - from Hopper breeding the Doe, to now watching him masturbating himself - yet there was also pleasure - Katy couldn't deny her own feminine reactions to Hopper's self pleasuring. She could feel herself growing increasingly wet and her nipples already pressed tightly against the thin fabric of her bra; but contrary to being an unpleasant experience, Katy felt even more aroused, as Hopper threw his head back and began bucking his hips wildly, his furred fingers interlaced over his slippery penis, as he brought back memories of how incredible mating the Doe had been. His mind was lost in the moment, he was completely oblivious to the world around him, the Doe sitting at the far end of the enclosure, herself hunched over, her paws clasping at her thighs, as her tongue licked and nuzzled her painfully sore cloaca.

Katy twitched and moaned, watching Hopper continue to pleasure himself; before she gave into her own rising arousal and slipped a hand into her skirt - her fingers quickly disappearing beneath her panties and expertly finding her own trembling warmth. As soon as her fingers feathered across her vaginal opening, Katy bucked against the chair, and nearly come there and then - not realising how aroused she was becoming over watching Hopper masturbating himself - even the thought she had, only added to the duel of growing lust that built within her like a bushfire raging out of control. Her fingers easily parted her folds - and soon, the other hand joined the first - Katy knowing her body well - and soon, she was using three fingers to masturbate herself; her moans and trembling body longing to feel Hopper's warm body against hers.....

*

Hopper bucked against his paws harder and harder, for over ten minutes, before he suddenly gave a great convulsive tremble and his orgasm exploded from his penis, spattering over his belly and chest, and a few errant sprays even flicking the hot, ropey semen up onto his muzzle. Hopper shrieked and trembled wildly, as pulse after pulse of his sperm was released, soaking his belly and chest fur, wetting it and making it horribly sticky; but hopper was oblivious, lost in the pure orgasmic pleasure of his climax as it struck twice more - each one as incredible as the first he had shared deep inside the Doe, and he fell onto his back, where he lay clawing at the ground and gasping in exhaustion.

*

In the room, Katy had watched with growing sexual pleasure - as Hopper had pleasured himself, then the sweet moment of his release - his body twisting and convulsing, as she began working herself harder and deeper with her fingers - before she uttered a quick series of sharp gasps and arched her back away from the chair - feeling her own orgasm come crashing down like a shore-breaking wave....

*

Hopper slowly come down from his orgasmic rush, the adrenaline still flooding his young body and making him twitch helplessly, before he rolled over then crouched like a feral wallaby, slowly gaining his balance. He turned to the Doe, who flinched and twisted away from him, her distress evident in her body language and the series of sharp calls she made, and Hopper visibly flinched under her guttural tirade; his mind translating loosely, what she told him. He ignored her warning growls, and cautiously hopped closer, eventually cornering her in the corner of the enclosure. He wrestled with her, somewhat violently, as she struggled and fought against him - before he grasped her tightly around the neck. She growled threatening, but Hopper again ignored it, forcibly pulling the Doe against him; to prevent her kicking out at him, then he began nuzzling and nibbling her ears, uttering a series of coughing grunts, clicks and licks; seeking to soothe and comfort the Doe.

After several minutes of fighting against Hopper's stronger grip, the Doe slowly relent, and drew comfort from Hopper's gentle nuzzling, soon returning the favour and in their own, unique way, they were soon the best of friends again, the Doe quickly putting aside the pain of the young Buck's mating realising more from his scent than anything else - he had never bred before - she had been his first - and all young Buck's could be quite...confused and eager, at their first mating with a Doe. Quickly, their friendship was rekindled, and she struggled in Hopper's grasp and he released her, before he giggled and felt her clutch at his head, pulling it down as she licked and nibbled his ears, grooming him.

*

Katy moaned, feeling her own pleasure from her self-masturbation, and the growing wetness from her groin - before she gasped and come to her senses, realising what she had done...Katy flushed with shame and post-orgasm pleasure, before she hurriedly rose from the damp chair and unlocked the door, leaving the room and turning her attentions to the growing discomfiture of her wet panties rubbing against her thighs as she hurried towards the locker room and a shower.

*

Some time later, Hopper redressed with care, feeling his quickly cooling semen soaking his belly and chest, and he gingerly cinched the belt tight around his waist; before calling the Whiptail Doe, who followed her new breeding partner with reluctance. Hopper put her back into the room where she would stay, offering her clean water and food, which she nibbled delicately at then went over and lay down on the fresh straw, her actions speaking volumes to Hopper, as he realised she was tired, so he gave her a gentle lick on the forehead, then left the room, closing the door firmly behind him. His thoughts turned to a shower - Katy had provided him with new clothes the other day - and as Hopper first checked the room, he found no trace of Katy, but a strange scent tickled his sensitive nostrils.

With a frown, Hopper gave into the curiosity, following the faint scent to the chair, before he blinked and leaned close, sniffing suspiciously at the faintly wet patch on the chair - and he blinked, new thoughts and sensations coming to him. It was not the scent of a sexually ready female Whiptail...it was...it was...Hopper frowned and leaned even closer, his sensitive nose almost touching as he sniffed harder - then moaned as something inside his mind twitched - and his penis trembled, before Hopper gasped and shook his head violently, then fled to the showers, wanting nothing more than to get the scent of the Doe off him - and the sticky semen that was rapidly becoming uncomfortable...but worst of all - was the growing bulge in his thin shorts...and he only hoped nobody was in the locker rooms, as the last thing Hopper wanted - was to be confronted in such an embarrassing and distressing state....

To Be Continued...