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Facing the Storm: Stress Relief Approach

You take his paw and lead him to the door at the end of the hallway. You tell him to open it, which he does without any questions. You flip the light switch to reveal the basement, which you have converted into a recreational room for when your army buddies and their families visit. You tell him to sit on the bean bag chair. After he does, you hand him a pair of wireless headphones and use the remote to cut on your sound system, letting his ears be relaxed by the sounds of crashing waves on the sandy shore of a beach. You see him almost instantly relax and sink into the bean bag. You cut off the track, prompting him to look up at you.

As he asks you why the relaxing sound stopped, he sees a flash of lightning through the small window to the outside, and his body instinctually jerks before he covers his ears from the sound of static discharge in the air. You retrieve a bandana from the closet and quickly hand it to him. He gives you a questioning look, unsure of what to do. In a straightforward but caring tone, you instruct him to put it on and tell him that the combination of darkness and nature noises will allow him to focus his thoughts away from the storm. He takes the blindfold and ties it tightly around his eyes, and you cut the track back on. You are amazed at how fast this young kit transitions from frightened to relaxed.

After letting him have a few minutes to fully escape into the oceanic soundscape while you set up a pallet on the floor, you pick him up princess style and lay him on the nest of soft blankets and pillows. He remains unresponsive as you slip off his A-shirt and boxers and kneel to gaze upon his young, unguarded body. Using your hoof, you tenderly caress his sheath and sack, and he moans from the attention to his privates. When the tip of his grey, cut bunny bone protrudes from its fleshy prison, you run a digit over it and elicit a murr from the teen, who now seems to be high on relaxation. Before long, he is fully erect and ready for some real stress relief.

You run your tongue over the tip of his boyhood, and his murring grows louder. Unable to hold back, you take in the entire length of his hard tool and suckle every inch of it. Your own third horn is soon hard and rubbing against the pallet. You reach down and begin pumping your rigid manhood while you continuing gracing the rabbit's teen shlong with your veteran tongue. Suddenly, you feel the boy grab your horns and begin thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. You decide to let him have control of the situation and put up no resistance. Just before he reaches orgasm, he pushes you off and pants heavily as he takes off the headphones and blindfold. You wait patiently for his next move.

Just as he raises his legs into the air, the storm rumbles loudly, and he curls up into a trembling ball of fluff, with his cottontail sticking straight up into the air. Acting as if nothing has happened, you dutifully ask if there is any way you can help him relieve his stresses. He sits up, lets out a fake cough and, in a confident voice, demands you tend to his tailhole. He then raises his legs to the air and reveals his virgin pucker to you. You lean in and gently lap at the mound of sensitive tissue. Over the next few minutes, you increase the speed and intensity of your masterful mouth and begin eating out the boy's wanting backdoor. He declares his satisfaction in a loud moan that crescendos into a reverberating echo of lust that fills the entire subterranean room and overshadows the storm's next flash and crash of aerial electricity.

You resume tending to your own erect bovine member as your mouth burrows into the teen's love hole. He takes a tight hold on his own lapine staff and pumps away with abandon. Your hands reach around his body and stroke his unattended nipples. Going over the edge he moans loudly as he cums all over his chest and stomach. You rise to your knees and release your hot man juice all over his upper body. He falls onto his back in post sex exhaustion, and you size the chance to lick up both of your loads off of him. You swallow half of it and give the rest of the sweet male nectar to him in a sudden, loving kiss. You snuggle with the panting teen, and he pulls your head into his chest. The storm rages on as he strokes your headfur and nestles your head into his small chest. He holds tightly to you, but the weather outside elicits no response from him.

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