White Rabbit (Hard Version)
White Rabbit - By Salvar Fawkes
Named after Jefferson Airplane's song of the same name.
Author's note: This is NOT FOR KIDDIES! If you're not prepared for what lies herein, you may wind up as messed up as I. So sit back, grab some popcorn, lube, put your therapist on speed dial, and read on, if you wish. I abdicate responsibility for your mental health.
For my audience, I have decided to offer two versions--this one does contain death. Be warned... and you're welcome.
Please believe me, I didn't think of the "Feed your head" pun until after I chose the title.
If you find any errors, or have any questions, compliments, or constructive criticism, please e-mail me with the name of the story in the subject line (filtering=safety). Thanks for reading!
White Rabbit
Three furs walk out of a bar: a dormouse, a horse, and a white rabbit. All three were, for the most part, bipedal (although running on all fours had its advantages, occasionally), but were very different in shape and size, having only half of their genetics in common. The horse was about the size of a normal horse, and stood around 3.5 meters tall. The rabbit, at one meter, was also average-sized. The mouse, standing an impressive half-meter, was quite large--for a mouse. As an anthro, however, he was smaller-than-average. It was almost midnight, and the two appeared to be headed home.
They exited the bar, talking and gesturing loudly, with occasional outbursts of laughter. The horse was the only one of the three not showing the effects of alcohol, and the other two often stumbled up against him. He didn't seem to mind, and often looked down at the small creatures with a warm, if slightly possessive, affection. When the mouse began tripping over himself at every step, the horse picked him up. At first he struggled comically, playfully fighting the horse off. Quite soon, however, the mood of the three calmed down, and the dormouse allowed himself to be snuggled up against the horse's great, warm chest.
"Here, just rest for a while." The rabbit, although quite unaware of anything else, noticed this.
"Oh... isn't that cute," he remarked, smiling, and chuckled. The horse looked down at him.
"You want some too, Jack?" he said, at the same time hoisting the rabbit up by the scruff of his neck and pulling him close. Jack didn't struggle at all, and likewise snuggled against the horse.
"You're so strong, Peter," Jack said softly.
"What does that mean?" said the mouse. Peter snorted at him, telling him to be quiet.
Jack shrugged, looking downward. "I don't know... it's just sometimes, when I'm--"
"Coming down?" Asked the mouse playfully. The horse shushed him, but Jack had already continued talking.
"Sometimes I just get so... so low, and I just don't want to try anymore. It seems like..." He looked up at Peter. "I feel like you can take care of me. You can hold me, and simplify it all." He looked around at their embarrassed faces, both of them looking away, trying to handle such tender honesty. "Sigh... Never mind." He snuggled back up against Peter's strong stomach, preparing to sleep right there in his arms. "Sometimes... sometimes I wish you could just eat me up." With that he closed his eyes and drifted out of consciousness, held close by the horse's powerful arms.
The horse frowned at this statement, puzzled. He stopped for a few seconds and stared into space, seeming to weigh something in his mind. After a while he shrugged it off with a "Hm," and walked on. When he reached the corner he stopped again, considering both directions, and looked down at the creatures nestled in his arms. The mouse had fallen sideways, and was now lying on top of Jack, reflexively putting his arms around him. With a sigh, a shrug, and a smile, Peter bent his head down a fraction and kissed them both on the forehead, and then turned purposefully to the right.
After walking for several blocks, Peter stopped at a rather flamboyant club entrance, just as the dormouse began to wake. After looking around and blinking a few times, he stared up at Peter above him and asked groggily, "Where are we? This doesn't look like your place."
"You've never been to my place, kid." The horse smiled, patting down the fur on the back of the small creature's neck. The mouse looked mildly indignant, but still in a calm, sleepy state.
"It's Sam, and I'm older than you are." This was true. The mouse, although less than a tenth Peter's weight, was at least five years older. "And anyway, I... I just figured your place would be a little less... fluorescent. It's hurting my eyes."
Peter chuckled. "I'm just stopping off here to pick up something. Can you walk?"
"Yeah... yeah, I guess I'm okay now. I shouldn't have had that second shot." The horse tried fruitlessly to hide a smile, and Sam glared at him. "Hey, just 'cause--" Peter cut him off.
"I'm sorry. I just find it very cute." Sam's expression softened, but grudgingly.
"Okay... well, you can put me down, now. What is it you're getting, anyway?"
Peter set the mouse down and started to walk inside, still cradling the sleeping bunny. "Oh, just a surprise."
* * * * *
By the time he walked out, Sam was tapping his toe impatiently. "It's about time you got here; I was about to leave."
"Aw, c'mon, Sam," Peter said, scooping up the mouse, "Where would you go at this time of night?"
"I found you, didn't I? Ten minutes and two fingers of scotch, and I had a bedfellow for the night." He smirked smugly. "Don't underestimate me just because of my size." Peter sighed and walked on, knowing that anything he said would only make him talk more.
Sam glared at him for a minute, then shrugged. "Well. If you didn't want to talk, you could just say so." With that he settled back comfortably against the rabbit, and soon fell asleep. Very soon afterward, the trio arrived at Peter's place. The horse opened the door quietly, careful not to wake either of his passengers. He shut and locked the door, before moving to the bed and depositing the two creatures there. Sam woke up at the jostling, but the white rabbit remained fast asleep.
The mouse looked around, nodding approvingly. "So this is your place, huh? Pretty nice." The room was simply decorated, just a bed, a floor, and a few doors, but they all fit. The simplicity was obviously intentional.
"Yes, this is my place," Peter said. "Say, Sam..." he bent down and whispered in his ear, so as not to wake up their sleeping companion. "Would you like to see my surprise?"
Sam's eyebrows raised just a hair, and he smiled knowingly. "Why yes, I think I would." Peter beckoned to him, backing up slowly. Sam got up and followed, and they went into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door silently behind them.
* * * * *
Jack woke up to the sound of a door being opened. "Eh... hm?" He blinked, groggy from sleep and his head slightly aching. When he could finally see clearly, Peter was standing over him, while he lay on the bed. "Where... am I?" he asked. Peter smiled.
"You're here, at my house, Jack. You fell asleep."
"Oh... sorry." He was still disoriented, but beginning to take in his surroundings. "Where's Sam?"
Peter chuckled. "Oh, he's around here someplace." He laid a kiss on Jack's forehead. "Are you awake yet? I've got some fun plans for tonight, and I think you'll want to join in." They both smiled wickedly at this--both of them knew they would be having some 'fun' when they had hooked up that night.
"Yeah, yeah. I know I want to be a part of this. Just gimme a second, okay?"
"Okay." Peter nodded and backed up. Jack sat up in the bed, and as Peter stepped back, he noticed something. The horse was taking slow, shuffling steps, and it sounded as if something large was dragging on the carpet. And, indeed, something was.
"Oh my god..." The rabbit's eyebrows rose and his jaw dropped at what he saw. Beneath Peter, attached between his legs, was a gigantic phallus. It was human-like, with a rounded head, fully half a meter thick, and at least 2 long. It hung down from his legs, resting on the floor, and instead of holding it up, Peter was almost sitting on it. Behind it was an equally large ball sack, resting plump and luscious on the carpet. Peter chuckled at Jack's stare, and smiled wickedly.
"I see you've noticed." Jack slipped off the bed and approached him, unable to avert his eyes from the tantalizing object. It was so large, and slick--he had to touch it, to rub his hands over the huge fleshy member. He laid his hands on it, feeling the heavy pulse, and looked up at the horse incredulously. Peter chuckled. "Heh, heh. No, it's not always this big. I got it as a present, for you." He held up a stoppered bottle with the remnants of an orange liquid in it, then tossed it away. "Would you like to play with it?"
He couldn't speak, only nod dumbly and eagerly. Peter inclined his head slightly, as if to say "Why don't you?" and Jack didn't waste a moment. He climbed up on top of it, with his back to the horse. Once on top, he sat down straddling it, his feet hardly touching the ground. It was like a warm cushion beneath him, soft and large. Peter chuckled, pulling the rabbit against him. He slid easily on the penis, already slicked up with oil. His own cock rubbed over it when he was pulled back, making his fur stand on end. Peter sighed with pleasure, feeling that fuzzy ass slide over his member. He held Jack close and kissed him repeatedly on the back of his neck.
When he was fully against the horse, Jack lay down flat on the cock, wrapping his arms around it. His arms only made it halfway around before he was flush against it. The oil soaked into his fur as he lay on it, breathing heavily. He moaned lustily. Just the thought of such a huge penis was arousing, but to actually have one, to be hugging it with his whole body--it was ecstasy! In his lust he started kissing the soft flesh, pulling it closer to him and feeling it squish thickly against him. He continued, making Peter moan, until the horse made him stop.
"Jack..." Peter said, breathing heavily, "You can stop now."
"Huh?" Jack said breathlessly, looking up.
"Step... off. Go to the end." Jack slipped off the side of the horse cock, and quickly walked over to face the head. In the center was a slit a few inches in diameter that flexed open and closed slowly. Looking at it, Jack got an idea. He looked up, and Peter nodded. "Yes... that's it, Jack."
The rabbit put his hands on the top of it, feeling the smooth slickness of the oil, and came forward. His own dick, which was now stiff and erect, barely touched the entrance to Peter's cock. He hesitated for just a second, until Peter moaned. "Yes, Jack. Do it. Fuck me, penis to penis." He hesitated no more.
Taking a firmer hold of the edge of the cock, Jack pushed in, feeling the warm hole enclose the entire length of his member. They both gasped, and Jack fell forward, lying on top of Peter's dick with his own member inside. He thought he could feel it sucking at him, trying to pull his cock ever deeper--but he was already sheathed in as far as he could go. "Ohh..." he cried out in pleasure, holding on tight. Peter shook a little, and placed his hands on Jack's head.
With his eyes closed, Jack began thrusting. He pulled out, and this time he could definitely feel the cock sucking at him, not wanting him to leave. When he was halfway out, he thrust back in with a grunt. When he tried to pull away to thrust in again, Peter pulled weakly at him, trying to make him stay. "Oh, Jack... you have no idea how good this feels! Deeper, Jack... I want you deeper!" He whinnied and shook, and the massive cock pulsed faster, massaging Jack's member. Jack began yiffing him harder and faster, his (comparatively) small endowment slipping easily inside Peter's larger one.
"Holy shit..." Jack thought, looking down at the huge penis. "Am I dreaming?" He could hardly believe that this could actually be real. He kept humping, and the sensations felt real... but then again, they always did in dreams. "C'mon... I'm yiffing a giant horse cock! ... This can't be real. I might as well enjoy it, anyway. And if this really is a dream..." He felt the horse cock suck at his member once again, and the rabbit got a wonderful idea. "Granted," Jack thought, "I've never been so aware in any dream before... but this is looking a lot like one of those dreams." A cascade of images jumped quickly through his head: a rabbit being pulled towards a tentacled creature's glistening mouth; a rabbit slipping against a bear's slick throat-flesh as greedy paws stuff him in further; the top half of a rabbit sticking out of a horse's tailhole, pushing futilely against its ass, trying to keep from being sucked into the horse's slick, hot depths. Of all his dreams (all of which resulted in sticky sheets), this was the most real. "Well then, I may as well get into it." He began thrusting faster, knowing what would happen to him as soon as he orgasmed--and he welcomed it.
Peter's penis began leaking precum in such large amounts that Jack's crotchfur was soaked in seconds. From the liquid came a strong, horsy musk, which quickly drove the rabbit to greater heights of excitement. His repeated thrusts were each accompanied by a wet splat, somewhat muffled by the rabbit's fur. He kept humping, while Peter rocked back and forth, small spasms seizing his body now and then. He licked his lips, moaning, then looked down at the small rabbit with a smile. Jack had his eyes tightly closed, and his humping was now fervent and unstructured. He was giving it his all, wanting at that moment nothing more than to spill his seed into his lover. Both of them could tell that that moment was soon to come. Jack was grasping at the rim of Peter's cockhead, thrusting into the slick hole, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. His mind was clouded over by the scent of Peter's lust, the sticky, clear liquid that kept flowing onto him in a continuous stream. It oozed down, soaking his legs, covering the cockhead, and creating a large stain on the carpet.
The scent of it drove him wild, and it just kept coming. Despite the cloud of lust surrounding him, he could breathe fine. His passion still rose, though, and very soon he came to his peak.
"Ahh!..." his head fell back and he cried out with excitement, just as his penis pulsed inside the horse's, shooting out semen. "Here it comes," Jack thought. "Suck suck, in I go..."
Spasms rolled through his body, only held upstanding by the clutch of Peter's piss slit. As Jack poured more of his seed into it, he braced himself for the sudden jerk of ingestion. Soon he was spent, but he still waited, trembling now with the anticipation of being swallowed whole by the horse cock. "I wonder if I'll wind up in his stomach or his ball sack?" Jack thought.
He heard an audible groan from Peter, and a gasp. He closed his eyes in anticipation, and was instantly hit by a flood of horse cum. The heat flowed up and over him, so at first he thought he was actually being drawn in. As the horse's humping kept butting the cock against him, though, he soon realized that that was not the case. Peter's penis was doing the exact opposite of what he expected--it was pumping outward, and showering him in great gouts of musky horse cum.
Gradually the flow of cum slowed, and Peter, gasping, bent down to rest on his own cock. He looked down at Jack and the beginnings of a grin showed on his face. The rabbit, thoroughly soaked and dripping with semen, was almost unrecognizable--and his appearance was a bit comical. Jack licked his lips, and choked slightly. It didn't taste bad... but it was strong! He let the flavor linger on his tongue, and smiled at Peter.
Despite his quite welcome shower, Jack couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment, and it showed in his face. "What's wrong?" Peter asked.
"Nothing," he replied quickly. He looked around at both sides of the horse's large member. "I'm a little shocked, but mostly I'm just enjoying myself."
"Okay then." There was a pause, and then Peter looked at Jack again. "I know you're curious. Why don't you have a better look?"
Jack looked up, then, at Peter's insistence, began to slowly circle the huge penis. It wasn't flared, like a normal horse cock. Instead it had a glans, like a human's, and even a foreskin. It was ridged all the way down its length, and there was one large vein showing through the skin, large and pulsing regularly. He put his hands on the well-oiled dick. It was surprisingly soft, and felt as if it was mostly made of muscle.
"So this is real, then..." Jack thought. "If it's not a dream, then this must be real. But... how can it be?" He pushed against it, feeling it give. It was quite stretchy. "Wow... this is amazing," he thought. His mind went over the possibilities, and he ended up shaking his head. "This is real?" he questioned, looking up at Peter. The horse just smiled.
"Go on, keep looking. I know you're impressed."
Jack chuckled. "Shocked is more like it," he said, and continued circling. At the base of the cock, where it hung down between the horse's legs, was a matching ball sack. Jack's eyes widened, and he hurried around to the back. There was the most succulent sight he had ever seen: Peter's tail was lifted, giving the rabbit a prime view of his large, firm, buttocks, and the thick rosebud between. Sprouting from the base of his rear was a large, soft scrotum, looking plump and firm. Two large bulges were pressing outward, stretching the soft skin. Each was nearly a meter wide.
"Ooh..." Jack was rendered speechless by the beautiful sight. He stepped forward slowly, as if in a daze, and laid his paw gently against one of Peter's large balls. It shifted under his touch, sloshing gently. He half-giggled, and put his other paw against it. He loved the feeling of that soft, leathery sack, and the tender organ beneath was so plump...
It moved against him. Jack thought he could see the faint outline of a paw, and he jumped back in shock.
"Shit!" His heart was palpitating. "Jeez... what was that? It must have been my imagination... but it scared me for a second there." He was too busy blinking it off and shaking his head to notice, at first, that Peter was chuckling. When he did, he hastened to apologize. "Sorry, Peter. I just thought... never mind. My imagination was creeping up on me."
Peter continued to chuckle. "No, no. I understand completely. Say, Jack... you and Sam never did get formally acquainted. Why don't you introduce yourself?"
Jack was too caught up with chiding himself for the first time to jump back again, though he had reason. His shock was tempered slightly by the alcohol, as he watched the outline of a familiar murine muzzle form on the skin of Peter's scrotum. There was less shock, and more of a gradual realization that Sam's face was indeed pressing outward from inside of Peter's scrotum. All he did now was stare, wide-eyed, until Peter pushed him closer. Putting a paw out to keep from falling over, Jack leaned against Peter's ball sack. Through the soft, elastic skin, he could feel Sam's paw pressing against his.
Still staring in disbelief, Jack rubbed against the paw, almost grasping it in his own. The muzzle pushed outward more, and he could see that it appeared to be smiling. Lost in a dreamlike fugue, all Jack can do is smile back, rubbing his muzzle against the face through Peter's leathery sack. The horse chuckles, rubbing Jack's head.
"Would you like to join Sam, Jack?" The rabbit looks up suddenly when the horse speaks, a strange look of hope on his face. It is several minutes before he can stutter out an eager yes, though Peter knows the answer before he speaks it. A wide grin spreads on Peter's face as he guides Jack around to the tip of his cock once again, the rabbit shivering and breathing heavily with excitement.
The head of Peter's penis was pink, swollen, and hard. It still yielded somewhat when Jack put his trembling paws on its sticky surface, feeling squishy, and a little soft. Jack stood there in front of the huge phallus, not quite sure what to do. He glanced up at Peter's smiling face for a moment, before his eyes were drawn inexorably back to beautiful, gigantic penis. He wanted to hug it, to rub the full surface of his body over it, but now he was slightly afraid of it, too. He knew he wanted it to eat him, though... and as much as he wanted it, it was a frightening feeling.
"What are you waiting for?" Peter asked. Jack looked up at him, nervousness in his eyes. With a soft smile, Peter took one of Jack's paws in his hand and urged him closer. Jack followed, approaching the cock, and eventually lying on top of it. Peter stroked the rabbit's headfur as he hugged the giant cock once again. Looking down, Jack could see Sam's outline pressing towards him, and he put a paw out to touch him. At the same time, a wetness engulfed his feet, and he trembled powerfully with lust. He was being eaten alive...
He touched Sam's paw, closing his eyes tightly. He felt a strong suction on his feet, gasping as he suddenly slid backwards a few inches. Panting hard with excitement, he squeezed Sam's paw tighter, only to feel very little keeping his paw from closing. He opened his eyes and saw Sam pressing harder against the inside of Peter's ball sack, the outline making his wide-open mouth visible. As Jack watched, he could see the outline softening before his eyes, and where he had been grasping Sam's paw, he now held nothing but a fold of Peter's scrotum. He gasped and jumped back--no, was pulled back. The sucking feeling on his feet grew stronger, the hot wetness moving up his legs, and a sinking feeling grew in his gut. He could see the last of Sam dissolving away, his eyes wide, and then Peter's hands were on him, lifting him up.
He turned his head up to look the horse in the eye, fear now plain on his face. "Where did you think all this cum came from, Jack?" Peter nuzzled between Jack's ears playfully, while the rabbit remained frozen with fear. "Heh, heh... It's hungry, Jack..."
Peter pushed the rabbit away from him until he was lying on the floor, his legs submerged in the mouth of the horse's penis. Peter groaned, flexing, and Jack was sucked in to his hips. At this, Jack began to resist, scrabbling at the floor in an effort to pull himself out, and away from the hungry cock. It was no use--the grip on his bottom half was stronger than he could imagine, and his cum-covered body slid easily deeper with no resistance. Despite his fear, his own cock was rock hard. His dreams were coming true...
"Oh my god..."
Another inch of him slid into the horse's cock, tender flesh gripping his hips tightly...
"This has to be a dream..."
He struggled harder, as he always did in dreams--uselessly, as always...
"I'm going to die..."
Another gulp brought the lips of Peter's cock over Jack's penis, which was squeezed and caressed tenderly...
"It feels so good..."
Thrusting instinctively, Jack came, moaning and releasing his seed once again into Peter's penis. The rest of him followed as he twitched and grunted, his chest soon matted with cum and gone from sight inside the horse's ravenous member. He cried aloud, moaning in pleasure and despair. Peter reached down and gently guided the rabbit's arms into the piss slit with the rest of him. Jack didn't resist... he knew what was coming was inevitable... and he wasn't at all sure he wanted it to stop. Merely lowering his head, Jack relented, and let himself be consumed.
With a grunt from Peter, he was in up to his shoulders. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling his cock swelling again so soon after an orgasm, and he knew the next was to be his last. He couldn't keep from becoming excited, though, as his shoulders popped in, the mouth of Peter's cock now gripping his neck, sucking lewdly. Peter tenderly stroked the rabbit's face. A small tear escaped Jack's eye, before his entire head was suddenly gone, sucked quickly inside. Peter flexed, a visible lump traveling down his huge cock to empty into his ball sack.
A hot darkness surrounded him, powerful muscles gripping tightly, and pushing his well-lubricated body deeper inside the body of the horse. He whimpered, and very quickly the tightness around him loosened as he fell into a warm pool of horse cum. All around him there was nothing but slick, white liquid and tender, pulsing flesh, all illuminated by a dim pink glow from the walls. His rising panic began to fade quickly, replaced by a feeling of contentment, and a swelling of lust. His muscles relaxed, and he slumped against the stretchy flesh, slowly breathing what air there was. He moaned, his cock rising, and began to stroke himself languidly.
Peter moved to the bed. Laboriously lifting his penis up before following himself, he laid out flat, his enormous member drooping heavily on the bed. Looking at the bedside table he noticed the bottle he had drank from earlier. With a shrug, he popped out the cork and poured the remains--less than an ounce--in his mouth. He set the bottle aside and fluffed a pillow, getting comfortable on the bed. As he reached down to pull up the covers, he noticed his sack still twitching as Jack pleasured himself. Giggling, he snuggled into the bed, exhausted, and soon dropped off to sleep.
Inside of him, Jack saw the light disappear as the horse covered himself in a blanket. The rabbit was beginning to be drowsy, too, though he was still hornier than he had ever been. With a shudder and a moan, he came, squirting a small amount of cum into the veritable lake he was soaking in. With a long sigh, he sank beneath the surface, a tingling feeling coming over his entire body as he drifted off into unconsciousness, his body slowly dissolving into the horse cum all around him.