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Geskin sat on the bed, his legs spread wide, with Lucile's thighs wrapped around his waist. She lay belly down on the bed before him, her head lifting to nuzzle the horse's eager member. Jerec stood with his hind hooves on the floor, mounting the pair of them, the knees of his forelegs straddling the bunny in the buck's lap, the coarse fur on his chest brushing against the pillowy-soft coat of her back, his lips locked in a passionate embrace with the buck.

The bunny reached behind herself with one paw, running her fingers over her own hips, sliding from her soft, fine white fur onto the stag's coarser, brown coat. Extending her long, slender arm around him, her fingers walked over his rump, pulling at his haunch, working upwards, under his tail. The stag gave a moan of excitement, most of it lost in the stallion's muzzle, their tongues working up to a more vigorous pace. The bunny's soft, still lubricated fingers began to work at the buck's tail hole, pressing and rubbing, working in tiny circles around his entrance. He began to buck against her, pushing backwards into her paw. As she plunged first one, then two fingers into him, stretching him tightly and wriggling as deep as she could despite the angle, his gasping moans of surprise, pleasure, and rapidly returning arousal could no longer be contained.

With each outcry of the stag, he and the horse broke their embrace, pausing only for a sharp intake of air before locking again, twisting their elongated muzzles this way and that, working against each other's lips an tongues. The buck reached down to guide his rapidly hardening member into the bunny's needy entrance, already clamped onto his waist by her powerful legs. He could no longer keep himself from thrusting. With each thrust, he impaled himself upon her paw, and brought himself forward into her eager pussy. Her wriggling, pumping fingers doing all they could to stretch out the tight ring of muscle beneath his tail, reaching to brush against his prostate, driving him from the inside. Her depths, waiting in a mounting state of arousal, were more than ready to accept him, still slick with saliva and juices, and exuding yet more. The silky-smooth walls twitched and clenched against him, drawing his rapidly lengthening tapered cock into her. The fit was so perfect, the feeling sliding in and out of her so heavenly.

The stag already up and bucking again, the bunny withdrew her paw from his rear, straightening out to face the massive cock before her. The deer slowed only momentarily, missing the attention, but no longer fully in control of his lust. The slapping, wet sounds of the stag's bouncing thrusts into her were matched only by the smacking, slurping chorus as the horse and the buck kissed, their tongues, lips, and muzzles writhing about each other, hot blasts washing over them with each rapid breath.

Bringing both of her soft paws forward to rest upon the preputial ring midway down the stallion's dripping, throbbing cock, the bunny worked her fingers along its length, unable to keep them from squeezing with each thrust from behind her. She pressed her lips against the flare, her tongue dancing around the horse's slit, sucking out pre and smearing it back over the broad, round, rough surface. She tasted his musk, and the remnants of his last load. She let the enticing sense of maleness wash over her. She began again to work the brim into her mouth, pressing the throbbing arousal into the hot, tight confines of her salivating lips.

Determined to repay her for her intensely arousing attention, the stag brought one of his hands up to his muzzle, slipping his fingers between his tongue and the stallion's, coating them with saliva from both males, before bringing them to rest on the bunny's tail. His fingers traced their way around her delicate poof-ball, before finding her tight, star-shaped, bright pink tail-hole. He prodded her gently, sliding his fingertips up and down between the mounds of her rump before at last pressing a digit of his middle finger into her tail-star. He wriggled in slowly from there, barely inching into her before drawing out, and inching in again, reaching deeper inside her, keeping up his slow but steady thrusts with his hips as she pulled against him, driving herself with her legs wrapped around his waist.

Feeling his hand on her rump, the rabbit would have gasped had she been able, but her shuddering breaths of expectation and frantically increasing arousal excited the stallion's flare embedded in her mouth, his lust at last taking hold as she stroked his length. His hips began to rock against his will, the feeling of her fur beneath his chest, his forelegs clenching together until his knees gripped the stag's thighs, his body screaming that he was a stallion mounting a mate. She sucked urgently at his tip, her whole body driving back and forth between the cock ahead of her and the one behind, picking up more speed with each thrust as she forced herself harder against the buck and worked more of the stallion into her maw. One paw kept a tight grasp on the horse's length to keep him from pushing too deeply into her, allowing her to use his force to drive herself against the stag. The long, tapered stag cock reached deep within her; the wriggling finger pumped in and out of her at a furious pace, driving her to lose concentration. Tingling shocks of pleasure and warm waves of lust washed over her body and fogged her rabbit mind.

The buck could not bing himself to slow down. His mouth sucked passionately at the stallion's, their tongues furiously working at each other while he thrust in uncontrollable need into the bunny, his hand working in time with his cock as a flood of desperation and pleasure filled him, flowing from his tip. The ache in his balls and along his length from having cum so recently was strong, but he was already so close. He felt his balls drawing close against him, his pointed glans flaring, it was so hard to resist . . .

He froze. For a moment, the rabbit continued to pound against him, her cunny still clutching and twitching around his length. The stallion's lips sucked at his, his broad tongue reached for the stag's muzzle. Then they paused, waiting, unsure at his stillness. He leaned back, opening his eyes to look properly at the stallion for the first time since he'd last cum. "I . . . I'm getting too close, too fast." He pulled away, gently withdrawing his rock-hard, still pulsing member from the bunny, it's long, angry length already missing the hot, squeezing confines.

Barely able to keep himself from thrusting, the bunny's attention to his flare fueling his overpowering lust, the stallion stared at the stag's apologetic eyes, and twitching length. "I . . . " he shuddered, trying to get out the words while the rabbit's tongue continued to work his arousal. He was thinking of the fantasies he'd had all afternoon about the buck, about that long, slickened length, about the bunny's three wriggling fingers. "I want you inside me," he whispered. The stag grinned.

Jerec had never permitted anyone to ride on his back. He would not tolerate, even in jest, being treated like a feral horse, even if he looked like one. This, however, was the farthest thing from his lust-addled mind when the stag scrambled over him to lie, belly down, on his back. The long, tapered cervine erection pressing into his fur, wetting it with pre and bunny juice. The buck positioned himself on the slowly thrusting back to lie with his head behind the horse. He lifted the stallion's long, black tail aside with one hand, reaching downward to stabilize himself with the other. At last, lowering his muzzle, he pressed his lips against the horse's puffy pink tail hole.

The stallion tensed, the sudden attention under his tail combined with the bunny's paws and mouth bringing him tantalizingly close to blowing another load. He felt the needy ache in his muscles, his balls were clenching, his flare expanding into the rapidly tightening heat of the bunny's maw. He forced his eyes shut, his haunches squeezing together on either side of the stag's muzzle, his face a mask of concentration as he tried to hold himself back from the edge.

The buck did not withdraw from the puffy pink pleasure-center. His tongue pressed and lapped at every part of it, working in little circles and up and down along the slick black fur between the stallion's clenching buttocks. With each thrust, he began to work his way farther in, sliding his long, thin, rough tongue into the soft, yielding entrance, lashing at its walls, lining it with saliva while warming and stretching the tight ring of muscle. This too was a new experience for the horse. he shivered with the pleasure it sent up his spine, and found himself wanting desperately to push back against it, to make the buck go deeper, but as he pressed himself backward, the stag, laying on his back, could reach no further with his tongue.

Suddenly, the stallion felt blood rushing to his unconstrained cock, bobbing free in the cold air. Not wanting to lose him too soon, the rabbit had pulled herself off of the horse, wriggling out from under his massive, thrusting body. After a moment of desperately regaining self-control, his only source of stimulation the surprisingly arousing licking from behind, he stared down at the rabbit, his eyes thankful yet pleading. She lay under him, now on her back, paws pressing and rubbing at her engorged breasts. She reached upward, placing her paw on his shoulder as she spread her legs under him. One long, slender arm reached in front of her, grasped the tip of the horse's length, and gently guided it toward her sopping, puffy folds. "Take me . . . slowly" she whispered, already breathless.

For an instant, the stallion was frozen. Something cold and wet pressed against his tail-hole, blasting it with rapid, hot breaths. Then he felt himself stretched wider, short fur caressing his soft, sensitive interior. The stag pressed his muzzle into the stallion, lashing out deeper with his tongue, reaching farther inside than ever before, bringing himself out to gasp for air before plunging in, once, twice, three times more, working his slender muzzle inches into the stallion's tail-star, his hand no longer stabilizing him, but squeezing and scritching at the hose's balls. After a couple of penetrations, the he found his hips rocking against the thrusting muzzle, pushing backward each time the stag pushed in, and rocking forward, pressing against the bunny's folds with his broad flare. He could feel the stag losing control now, thrusting his own raging, pulsing, fiery-hot length against the stallion's coat as he supported himself on the horse's back.

The rough, round pulsing warmth of the stallion's flare pressed against the bunny's entrance, just brushing her clit with the slow, restrained rock of his hips. Each touch sent spasms of need from the desperate flesh through her whole body. She wanted more. She needed to be stretched around his massive girth. She needed him thrusting within her, her inner walls overwhelmed by his power. Between the frantic moans and squeaks she forced out a whined plea: "faster."

Desperate to hold himself off still longer, the stag gently lifted his head from the stallion's rear, and rolled from his back, landing neatly on his feet. He picked up the lube where the rabbit had left it, and pulled a chair up behind the horse's silky tail. Watching the thrusting rump clench and unclench as the stallion worked his way into the bunny, he dribbled lube along his length, working it over his rod and glans, careful not to overwhelm himself, his thoughts still blurred with lust and urgent need.

Just as he felt the stag leave his back, his wonderful ministrations gone, the horse heard the rabbit's plea. Carefully, gently, hoping not to go too far or too fast, he allowed the desperate screams of his body to take further hold, humping harder and faster, pushing himself into her with each thrust. he felt her folds stretch before him, pulled aside over his tip, giving way to the slick, incredibly smooth walls he had tasted. The heat of them, the incredible strain of stretching around his oversize flare, made every convulsion, every twitch and clench of her spasming body send ripples of intoxicating need through his.

Listening to the sound of the stallion's heated breaths and the bunny's squeaks and moans as she thrashed on the bed beneath him, the slow, wet sliding sounds of his length inching into and out of her, the stag stepped onto the chair behind the horse. With his left hand he caught the base of the horse's tail, grasping it firmly, pulling it upward in his fist. The stallion slowed. He thrust only a few inches in and out of the bunny, giving her stretched depths time to adjust. Shaking with waves of lust and pleasure, she reached across herself with one arm, wrapping a paw around the horse's length below her entrance, ready to stop him if he should go too deep. The stag allowed his raging member to slide between the horse's haunches, riding up and down his crevice with each shallow thrust. The feeling of the fur teasing his desperate, bright pink pulsing flesh was almost enough to make him lose himself with lust, but he brought his right hand down to align himself with the stallion's slickened star. He pressed in, his slow movements and tapered length stretched the horse gradually, allowing him to relax and adjust, drawing low moans of appreciation from the equine.

The bunny smiled up into the horse's face. "Ready?" she asked, her voice faint in an almost dream-like state of desire and ecstasy. He could not even get the words out to respond. Relaxing his grip on his overpowering urges, the stallion redoubled his pace, pushing hard enough to slide the bunny over the bed with each thrust, despite her desperate grip onto the sheets with one hand, and onto his cock with the other. Her legs raised to press on either side of the stallion's chest, her ankles squeezing just below his ribs, the thick, fine white coat down the length of her slender legs embracing his sleeker, coarser fur.

At first, the stag began to thrust with he stallion, pressing into the powerful clenching buttocks just as the horse pressed into the bunny's stretched, spasming depths. As they fell into a more natural rhythm, however, he found himself thrusting alternately, his ten inch tapered length pressing deep under the horse's tail as the horse forced himself back against him, pulling out again as the horse thrust into the rabbit. Given the sizes of the two, the stallion was not overly stretched by the stag, but his depths were as soft and yielding as velvet cushions, beckoning the buck with each thrust. The scent of horse filled his mouth, coated his muzzle, and hung in the air. The stag swam in musk and sweat, breathing with it the smells of cum and sex, the bunny's own aroma working its way to his nose. His tongue lolled out as his mind melted into pure lust and he fell to the rhythm, his whole body focused into a thrusting machine, rutting with wild abandon, desiring nothing more than the searing soft hole between the stallion's humping, clenching haunches.

His huge cock gushing pre, the horse thrust madly between the stag and the bunny, each time pushing nearly a foot into her tight, blazing hot, silken confines, pulsing, twitching, gushing with need and desire. Each time driving backwards into the fiery rod, his thighs pressing against the stag's fur, his huge black balls swinging backward into the cream colored furry orbs behind him. He could feel the deer cock pressing something deep inside him, urging him onward, its tapered length stretching his tail hole more and more pleasurably the harder he pushed onto it. Backward and backward, until his flare almost popped out of the rabbit whose deliciously fine, pure-white fur pressed against him, whose breasts rubbed along his chest with each thrust, whose face he leaned down to kiss but, blinded and lost in uncontrollable bucking arousal he could only lick and nuzzle. He let out involuntary moans of pleasure, neighs escaping his lips with each pulse of need and joy that pumped through him, lost entirely to base instinct, thrusting mindlessly in ecstasy between the bunny and the buck.

Surrounded by the enormous male that mounted her, filled her beyond belief, the bunny writhed under the shocks of uncontrollable euphoria and urgent lust that ran along her spine, through her fingers, her eyes, her nose, her clit, her cunny. She kept one paw to grasp the massive cock before it bored too deep, when she was completely filled, already stretched to feel pleasure over more area than she had ever felt before. When she grabbed him the thrusts merely pushed her whole body with him, overwhelming her with sensation. She could hear the rhythmic slapping of balls, the sucking of her own depths against the horse's cock, the buck behind the stallion, his own ragged, heated breaths, the stallion's moans and neighs, and her own involuntary squeaks. She breathed the smell of sex that hung in the room, the lingering taste of seed in each hot equine breath on her face as he licked and muzzled her uncontrollably while she was powerless even to control her own tongue. The pulsing waves of need rolled over her. She felt the stallion getting so close, his flare building up within her, distorting her insides to new heights of intense pleasure, forcing himself into and out of her at an unbelievable pace. She felt her world receding, shrinking to the overwhelming feeling of the incredible male that surrounded her, that filled her, pulsing, thrusting in and out with such unbelievable speed, such unstoppable force . . .

It all happened so fast. The bunny let out a loud, low moan, a release of pent up desperation and long-awaited fulfillment. Shockwave after shockwave of ecstasy wracked her body, as every limb and muscle spammed in pleasure, radiating from the massive horsecock plunged deep within her. As the waves of spasmodic joy clenched upon his cock, the stallion at last gave way. The pressure that had been building for as long as his lust-driven mind could remember exploded with one last, undeniable urge. He thrust forward, clenching his haunches, desperate to push as far into her as possible, his flare pressing her insides with tremendous force. He felt his balls, already clenched tight against him, release their tense pressure as a flood of fulfillment and euphoria washed over him, a searing flow of incredible pressure boring its way through his a abdomen, down every inch of his length to erupt into the impossibly tight, welcoming, desperately clenching pussy. It came again and again, sending shockwaves reverberating between his tail hole, stretched around the stag, and his enormous, pumping, equine balls, taking him to eruptive peeks of pleasure beyond tolerance. His whole body clenched and shook in need and relief and ecstasy, his eyes closed, his lungs forced out wild, involuntary neighs, every muscle of his body released into spasms of contracting, squeezing joy. This was the last straw for the stag. Thrusting wildly into the stallion's clenching rump, his body pressed closely against the horse's, the waves of pleasure ran through him as well. Every inch of him seemed to give way at once. His glans flared in a burst so powerful it was almost painful, his balls clenched, his muscles tightened uncontrollably, and he felt his body force an unending blast of white-hot seed into the soft, heated confines of the horse's tail-hole. Aeons of unfathomable ecstasy wracked the stag's body, rendering him unable to bring his muscles to unclench or even to open his eyes, before he broke at last into uncontrollable shakes, still pumping rope after rope of cum deep within the stallion.

After an eternity of unending, unstoppable spasms of shared bodily euphoria, contented exhaustion began to roll over each of the furs. Jerec felt the bunny beneath him reach both of her paws up to hold him close. He lowered himself a little further onto her, allowing her arms to reach around his neck. The stag collapsed onto his back, his hands running blithely though the stallion's coat. They remained within each other, softening, enjoying the glow, not letting the moment end. Jerec felt their warm, comforting embrace. He felt the lingering pleasure they had given each other. He felt safe, even completely exposed. He felt loved.