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Song of Sedation

Brer Rabbit leaned over and stared at the contents of his spilled cup that puddled around his feet. It seemed far away and difficult to focus on, like it was constant moving despite being there on the ground. The rabbit laughed dumbly, the sound of his own voice growing muted and far away. He managed to straighten himself up and take in one last look of his surroundings. Everyone at the dance seemed to be ignoring him, or not managing to notice the unsteady little rabbit with a thick string of drool hanging from his lip. The other animals were content dancing with their partners or having a drink, with all attention towards the activities at the center of the floor.

All but one. Further back, sitting comfortably with his legs crossed and jug casually hooked with a finger, was a fox. He bobbed his footpaw lightly in time with the music and regarded the real show, and the result of a well placed pill. The fox shifted a stalk of hay from one side of his muzzle to the other and leaned his head back slightly, looking at the rabbit just under the brow of his straw hat. "Mmmhmmmm..." the fox thought "Its time for a different kinda party"

Brer Rabbit was beginning to feel sick with his vision much like the reflection on top of disturbed water. Just as he closed his eyes and began to tip backwards, he was caught by a lanky arm and scooped up off his feet. The rabbit felt as if he was dreaming, looking up into the grinning face the fox who'd been watching him. "Now now, easy does it" the fox crooned to him with a thick southern accent dripping off his tongue, lifting the smaller creature up and holding him against his chest. Brer Rabbit swallowed dryly and wrapped his arms around the fox's neck for support, slightly confused but feeling much less nauseous now that he was being held.

Brer Rabbit looked up questioningly at the vulpine with a glazed expression on his face, a thinner tendon of drool stretched between the rabbit's slack jaw and the fox's ratty vest. "Lets get you some air" The rabbit could do little more than nod stupidly and close his eyes, resting his head on the shoulder of the fox as he was carried out of the barn into the night. Before his consciousness slipped completely from him, Brer Rabbit watched the vision of the barn and its dancing shadows fading into a sea of darkness.

That night the rabbit was plagued with the strangest of dreams. Nothing was coherent. He would catch 10 or 20 second long memories... booze laden stinking breath being panted in his face while something ground hard under his tail. He remembers struggling but it was like he was exhausted and too weak to move his arms from the headboard of the bed he was in. He tried to holler, only to have his voice muffled by a foul tasting rag. The rabbit recoiled at the flavors and smells that stung his senses, then again darkness took him. He awoke again briefly face down, not to any light, but again to the same ragged panting and painful sensation under his tail. Big paws pressed down on his shoulders and made it impossible for him to move, try as he did. As the soft body behind him rammed against his rear over and over, the rabbit felt a twinge of pleasure spiking deep within him, one like he'd not felt before. The sensation shifted between pain and intense arousal. In his state, he could make no sense of it, and shortly thereafter passed out again.

"WoooooooooWeee!" the fox exclaimed, finishing his second load into the unconscious rabbit laying face down in front of him. Brer Fox's knot still held the two of them together, less effectively this time since he yanked it out prematurely the first go around. He wiped the sweat from his brow and regained his breath. Even at night the air never cooled off thanks to the high humidity. After two vigorous fuck sessions the vulpine's chest and pit fur were matted with sweat, his crotch in a similar state with spit and cum. Earlier when Brer Fox rolled the rabbit over to switch positions, there was a wet spot on the sheets where the critter reached climax.

"Fella musta been a virgin, but he ain't no more eehehehehe!" Brer Fox said out loud, to no one in particular, and tugged on his knot in the poor animals ass. Brer Rabbit stirred a little but remained passed out on the wet sheets. It was late, and Brer Fox was spent... time to call it a night. His knot was far from soft when he pulled it out, yielding another guttural groan from his plaything. Along with it came a slow river of white that contrasted with the puffy red and raw flesh of the rabbit's abused pucker. The fox was at least twice as big as him, and was nicely endowed. Either way he wouldn't hop right for some time after this. Brer Fox picked up the rag he used to gag the rabbit earlier, and cleaned his member off lazily while it returned to his sheath, taking with not a small amount of seed and mucus that the rag failed to clean off.

Brer Fox tucked that well used and very much unwashed spunk rag and tucked it in the front pocket of the rabbit's shirt. It was difficult to dress the little guy when he was as limp as a rag doll, so much so that the fox stopped at the shirt, leaving Brer Rabbit unclothed from the waist down. Like a sack of potatoes he hoisted the rabbit over his shoulder and took off walking towards the brier patch just as the first fingers of the morning started to creep over the horizon. Whistling a familiar tune, he headed up a hill to a ledge, and flung the rabbit off into the briers below. "Till next time sweetheaaaart" he hissed, and headed back to his den to sleep off the nights activities.

Brer Rabbit woke to spears of sunlight shining through gaps in the briars above him. He lay on the ground in half a heap with his shirt ripped where it snagged on a thorn. "UUUUUUuugg... my head" he said, rubbing his face and ears. "Whaaat tha!" he exclaimed, looking down between his legs where a significant puddle of spunk had leaked from under his tail. At the smell of it some memories flooded back, the smell of the fox that fucked him all night; his sore, aching asshole, and the distinct sensation of liking it. The realization struck him hard and made his hair stand up. His eyes shot to his shirt pocket. It was no dream. The rabbit took the soiled cloth out and held it to his nose to sniff it. He exhaled the words "Brer Fox..." when the memory of the dance came to him. The scent was strong but was not repulsive. If anything it made his headache lighten up. In a drowsy state he huffed in another breath through that filthy rag, savoring the sexual scents of it. His other paw found its way down to his sheath, and soon enough he was feverishly jerking himself while he sniffed the strong musk of Brer Fox's dick grime and spunk. It seemed depraved, but the scent was so strong. He gave himself to it, for release, and a strange sensation of comfort.

Somewhere deep in his den, Brer Fox slept solidly, worn out from his encounter with the rabbit. A small grin was plastered on his muzzle while he dreamed of what he did, and when the two of them might cross paths again.