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How to Save a Species

By Danath

Daji & Wuta © Graith

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The two young men stared at the huge rectangular entrance, though they see little of the cavern past the carved stone door. Made of massive blocks of stone with carefully hidden and intricate joinery, the enormous plinths stretched more than forty feet up the side of the mountain, which suddenly turned at a right angle towards the heavens at the end of the ancient path. They followed the broken and mangled stones that only occasionally even resembled a path through the forest for miles. Now, though, in front of the entrance, the large paving stones lay flat and smooth, undisturbed through centuries. Only a scattering of leaves and moss sat between the two men and the doorway.

Daji and Wuta left the settlement further behind than they'd ever dared before to take this expedition into the jungle. And who could blame them? The sterile colony ship sat half-buried in foundations and as long as the construction carried on, they'd have nothing to do - no school, no jobs, and definitely no girls. The automatic factories were already digging into the ground all over and spewing pollution into the sky, belching columns of heat and ash high into the atmosphere, where the winds carried it away from the colony. Unfortunate, but necessary to get the new colony's infrastructure implemented. They'd taken to exploring the outlying perimeter of the colony whenever they could, despite the warnings of the other people in camp. But who could blame them? The planet was uninhabited, with hardly any wildlife of note, and they carried radios just in case.

Daji peered around, eyes wide as he examined the ancient stones up close.

“Didn't they survey this planet? Wasn't it uninhabited?" he asked, reaching out to press his palm against the intricate etchings running along the edges of the frame.

“It was just a drone though. It only looked for radio and power sources," Wuta said, approaching the other side of the entranceway. He was Daji's twin - same height, same lean frame, same dark complexion and long arms. “This has been here a long time."

Daji tried to remember Earth. Cold, damp, smoky, and choking with people. His family was lucky enough to get a lottery for one of the colony ships setting out into the wild. There were no guarantees and the time it took to travel meant returning to Earth was impossible. This new world, only known by a long serial number still, was one of hundreds where ships were sent on decades-long journeys. Fortunately, the cryo-sleep hadn't affected Daji or Wuta much. Some people were still recovering.

The jungle was so much better than Earth back home, with too many factories and too many people and too many buildings. Daji wasn't looking forward to the colony building up the same way. Maybe they'd appreciate the nature around them a little more.

He brushed aside the leaves of what appeared to be an ivy plant. They'd been given diagrams and pictures of the relatively rare poisonous bush or tree. Overall, the planet was remarkably similar to the photos of ancient Earth. There was some animal life, but only in the form of various fish, crustaceans, insects, and reptiles. No mammals, as far as the colony's science director could determine.

Daji looked at Wuta and grinned. The other sibling grinned right back, and on cue they stepped through the entranceway together.

They'd gotten no more than two or three steps into the cavern before a huge slab of stone suspended above the doorway dropped down with a bang so loud both young men grabbed their heads. The impact set off a small explosion, triggering a fire in a standing pool of oil halfway up the wall.

Wuta and Daji watched, astonished, as the fire spread along a channel set into the wall, going from one well to the next, until a ring of flames surrounded the entire circular chamber. It lit up the polished stone walls as they arched overhead to a point several dozen feet up. Along the circumference of the walls, massive stoneworks contained intricate etchings and scripts in a strange, foreign language. The two young men headed in opposite directions around the chamber, more curious than alarmed at being trapped. The two were smart - they knew if there was fire, there was a flue or vent for fresh air, which could be a way out. No need to panic.

The circular area spread almost a hundred feet wide and the same long, creating a nearly perfect geometric shape. They met at the back wall, opposite the blocked off entrance, before they both turned to inspect the large plinth in the very center of the room. It was a statue made of some sort of emerald mineral, like jade speckled with gold flake. The details were clear and easy to see. Obviously the sculpture was the work of a great artist, but it was the way the material shimmered and seemed to move that entranced the two.

“What is it?" Daji asked, taking a couple of steps to the side for a different perspective.

“Looks kind of like… a rabbit? Like in the books at school."

“But the rabbits at school were just rabbits…"

There was no arguing that - the statue depicted a large, busty lapine-like figure. Long ears trailed down the back of the statue's armor. A pair of staves, one in each paw, stretched from the plinth to far above the statue's head, each almost ten feet tall. Oblong eyes stared out past a short, blunt muzzle and nose. Flowing, silk-like robes wrapped around the statue's shoulders and midsection, tightening up and wrapping around the legs so as to appear as though the statue was erupting from within the plinth itself.

Wuta examined the two metal poles. One was a dark green and worn with age. The other was a dull red, almost rust-like in color. Both featured intricate carvings and etchings from tip to tip.

There were no other doors or passages that the two could see.

“What now?" Daji asked. “Should we call for help?"

“Follow the air?" Wuta suggested. “If they find out we came this far, they'll be mad."

It didn't take long for the two to find what they were searching for. Dust and dirt filled the crevices of a semi-hidden entranceway. Using their fingers, they brushed away what they could as they searched for any sort of a lock or hinge. They found none, only a pair of perfectly circular holes, one on either side of the door, about three inches thick.

Wuta was already trotting back to the statue when Daji realized what he intended. The two brothers examined more carefully the two long staffs held by the rabbit-like figure on the plinth. Though they originally thought the poles were the same as the statue, they were actually made of some sort of metal, not stone.

“Makes sense, right?" Wuta said. “Looks about the right size."

“Only one way to find out."

Daji stepped forward and climbed onto the plinth which lifted the statue several feet into the air. He grasped the left staff in both hands and tugged on it gently, then nearly fell backwards off the plinth when it released with surprising ease. Despite the near ten-foot length of the staff, Daji found he could carry it easily and hopped down from the plinth. Wuta followed suit with the red pole and soon they were at the door, each trying to gently prod the tip of the metal posts through the matching holes in the stone slab.

A loud click echoed through the cavern as they both pushed forward.

“Hey, it wooooaah!"

Cracking noises echoed through the cavern, ringing off the stone walls. Beneath their feet, the huge blocks pried away one after another, revealing that even the lines of grout sealing the stones together formed intricate patterns of words and symbols, though covered by a layer of dust over the centuries and hidden from view. A bright light, shifting from red to green and back in a dizzying swirl, speared upwards through the cracks, illuminating the domed ceiling above.

The unstable floor separated further as individual blocks melted like wax, allowing more light through and revealing the source: a vortex of flames in emerald and ruby shades with a core as bright at the sun fueling the unnatural fires. Daji and Wuta scrambled, but there was nowhere to go as the blocks succumbed to gravity and sizzled into the fires below.

Desperate, they lunged for the poles still protruding from the wall and clung to them as geysers of green and red flames grew from the void like a pair of mixing whirlpools. The gouts of fire split off and separated at the last moment - the emerald flames surrounded Daji while the red flames crackled and spit all around Wuta. The two dangled in air, desperately grasping the color-matched metal staffs which glowed under their hands - Wuta's a bright ruby red while Daji's glowed with a rippling shade of emerald.

A rushing, roaring voice thundered out of the depths, repeating a phrase over and over. Wuta wanted to plug his ears, but couldn't release the staff. Daji, in the same predicament, tried to pull himself up so that he could reach the wall where a sliver of the floor remained.

Both seized up in an instant, however, when the knowledge of how to understand the ancient language spoken by the roaring fires came to them. Some sort of telepathic implantation of the knowledge, or strange old magic - Wuta wasn't sure, but he was sure he could now understand the voice. And he had a feeling he'd be able to read all the ancient inscriptions on the walls surrounding them, which were now glowing with a white-hot energy. Above the two, the fire danced in the air and twisted around near the conical tip of the cavern

And still, over and over, the voice repeated the phrase: “The guardians must clean the land."

“Wuta! What does it mean?" Daji shouted. His fingers were already cramping.

“I don't know! Try to pull yourself up!"

The flames kicked around the two, though, making escape impossible. The fires didn't burn, but sizzled against their exposed arms and legs. Daji clung onto the post with one hand as he fumbled for his radio.

“The guardians must clean the land!"

The flames wrapped around their wrists and pulled. Daji and Wuta screamed as they fell backwards into the geysers of colored flames below, disappearing into the heaving gouts of magma-like energy.

“The guardians must clean the land!"

The whole chamber shook. Pieces of the walls crumbled as the ancient mortar gave out to the heavy vibrations. The void of the pit in the center of the chamber surrounded the statue, which began to melt and drip like an ice cube. The shapes and features and fine details etched into the figure's furry pelt and face slid away into a rapid run of liquid stone.

The fires below, both red and green, flared in a variety of shades as the geysers lifted upwards, surrounded the statue and feeding off the melting stone. The colors swirled as the flames intensified, until the walls of the entire chamber glowed red. The white writings on the walls lifted off the glowing stones and floated in air for a moment before flying into the fires as well, leaving scorched black marks behind that even the heated walls couldn't melt.

Wuta couldn't see anything but red flames. He couldn't hear anything but the roaring wind. And he couldn't feel anything but an intense heat that penetrated his body and filled him from within. His long arms stretched outwards as a primal scream ripped from his throat. Fire poured down into his belly as the whirling gouts of flame dragged him upwards, tearing at his clothes and burning them away, leaving him naked as he dangled by some unseen force. His radio was long gone, vaporized in the heat.

Around the human's fingertips, pale white fur tinged in a light red sprouted. It was far lighter than the tufts of deep red hair that swept down his head and over his neck. The fire caressed him as he tumbled in the air, buffeting and carrying him somewhere. The fur spread up his wrists and across his forearms. It didn't burn in the fire, but glowed slightly as it replaced his skin with a velvet pelt.

The human's ears appeared to melt in the flames much as the statue had. A fine mist of green particles filled the inferno, glinting and sparkling around Wuta. The changing human attracted the green sparks, which flew towards him, faster and faster, burying themselves in his changing skin and squirming deep into his body. He cried out as the fire intensified around him, but there was no pain despite the temperature.

Matching the long red hair sprouting from the top of his head, a puff of dark red grew in across his chest. It whipped back and forth in the fiery winds of the flames while pressing further and further outwards. The red fur wasn't getting longer, though; instead, the changing human's entire chest developed outwards. The dark nipples changed color, lightening to a husky pink shade as powerful round orbs lifted out and up, buffeted and jostled by the gouts of flame caressing his body.

Similar to Wuta, Daji experienced much the same, though his fur patterns were different than the red and tan of the other transforming human. Shimmering, emerald green hair draped around Daji's eyes, matching the naturally colored green fuzz across his large eyelids. The green particles in the air zipped through the inferno, burrowing into his body and bestowing him with gifts both ancient and magical.

No longer human, the rabbit-like face stared into the green blazes, reflecting the dancing and twirling fire in wide pupils. Long ears, a gunmetal gray with a fuzzy green lining, flapped against the hare's shoulders as more fur encompassed his entire body. A wisp of a tail, fuzzy and bouncy, grew in above his expanding hips, where the upper curves of a large and smooth rear end met the narrowness of his slim belly.

Like Wuta, a patch of longer fur grew in on his pale chest and spread outwards as impressive breasts formed. Daji groaned as he was suspended in the air, swept in circles in the voice, new sensations and knowledge assaulting his rapidly changing figure. Soon a set of breasts so large he wouldn't have been able to wrap his arms around them and touch his fingers together jutted forth, capped with sensitive and taut emerald nipples, as hard as the gemstones they resembled.

The hare's legs thickened considerably, growing wider around then they were before. They looked almost too large for Daji's upper body, which, aside from the ponderous, jiggling chest, was altogether slim and lithe. Daji's feet grew the most, expanding in all directions as tough dark green pads formed on the heels and under the toes.

Wuta was close by, though neither could be sure exactly where. They could sense each other, though, drawn together by the energies ravaging their bodies and minds.

The fires burned hotter and brighter yet while bringing the two closer. Daji and Wuta stared across the void, shocked at the other's appearance - especially, as the flames brought them closer, the realization they still weren't done transforming.

As the double whirlpools of heat spun together, red and green flames lashed and mixed, increasing the pressure around the two. Guttural moans ripped from their plump, full lips as the fires pressed them together, front to front, forcing their pelts to mix. Between their legs, their malenesses also squeezed warmly into their thighs, throbbing and fattening. The sensation of his shaft flexing and growing, pulling lower like putty, getting heavy and hot between his legs, sent a paroxysm of pleasure up Daji's spine. The deep green length throbbed as the broad, flat tip descended past his knees, matched perfectly in size and length by Wuta's own growing length. No longer human in shape, the incredible members instead resembled equine stalks - broad and flat tips, bulging medial rings, and mottled colors. Daji's thick horse cock was a pale green at the tip until about halfway down. Just past the medial ring, splotches of black skin formed, until turning a solid, polished black at the base. Fluffy, pale-furred sheaths squeezed and held the two massive lengths as they draped over equally sized orbs, full and taut with seed.

Their arms wrapped around each other then, hugging and moaning as their lips sought a similar connection. The fire only intensified the pleasure they felt as they explored their new bodies, running their sharp, small claws through each other's fur. Their large breasts squeezed together, flattening and forming an impressive channel of cleavage from red to green between them. Wuta's groans of lust, echoed by Daji's, disappeared into the duo-hued inferno around them.

A needy and desperate heat emerged between Daji's thighs. The rabbit's head pulled back, breaking the kiss with Wuta, as a lust-filled cry rolled past the beads of saliva on the dark green skin. An aching feminine sex formed behind the emerald hare's plump sac, wet and eager and demanding attention. Not even the heat of the fire could match the sudden needs that flowered inside the former male human as she clutched at her partner. Wuta's whole body wriggled back against her as she went through the same thing, the red rabbit a mirror of the green rabbit's sexual energy and pleasure.

The geyser of fire around them narrowed and intensified as it crowded close, rustling their fur and tails as the twin horsecocks between their bodies filled and flexed, rising up and up. The light green and black stalk jutting from Daji's hips ground against the pale red and black maleness similarly sticking from Wuta's thighs. Eager paws rubbed and pressed at both throbbing arousals, positioning them between their heavy breasts as their hips thrust. Daji's claws sunk into Wuta's hips, pulling her close, as the red rabbit's head dipped down, stretching to fit around the pale green tip poking through her generous cleavage.

Daji returned the favor as the flames tightened and tightened, compressing and squeezing them until the whirlpool of fire was now a sphere encasing them. The red and green mixed as the superheated energies turned a blinding white. Flares flickered around the edges as, on the inside, the two rabbits desperately pawed and groped at each other, muzzles full of the other's shaft, paws working across their hips and sides.

At the moment of their conjoined orgasm, Daji and Wuta felt the fires erupt. The compressed energy blasted outwards, reaching through the void and vaporizing what was left of the cavern above. Rivers of warm seed cascaded from their pulsing members as they tore their muzzles back, gasping. The fires spread outwards, separating into two distinct fireballs as the figures inside pulled away from each other, connected only by the arcs of white seed splattering and splashing across the other's body.

One of the fireballs dove into Wuta's open muzzle. The tan and red rabbit's body glowed from within as the thick ropes of seed splattering across her heavy chest and aching horsecock sizzled. From the tips of her ears to the toes at the end of her large feet, the rabbit's whole frame lit up like a light bulb as the tail of the fire wiggled down her throat. Daji went through the same with the other fireball, her cries of pleasure and need silenced by the roaring inferno driving into her altered body. Deeper and deeper they burrowed into their new hosts, imbuing them with the powers of the planet's ancestors - the knowledge of what happened, the understanding of how they cured it, and the power to ensure their race would never falter again...

Their bodies glowed even brighter, almost translucent as the last of the tails of the fireballs slipped past their lips. Their orgasms swelled to greater heights as they rotated around each other in midair, both spread-eagle, arms and legs hanging out, suspended by some powerful and invisible force. Their massive arousals flexed and bucked, pumping rivers of seed into the air as the white-hot core rose from below, filling the massive void with a light brighter than the sun approached from below their suspended bodies.

The fire in their bodies shifted and pulsed, sending tendrils of electric energies through their arms and legs, causing even their bones to glow with a fiery strength. Their chests swelled larger, full and heavy, each orb suspended perfectly taut from their powerful torsos. Smooth bellies narrowed before flaring into wide hips. Large, velveteen-soft cheeks squeezed together beneath short and fluffy tails, supported by wide thighs and powerful calves. Long digitrade feet dangled in the air as their long fuzzy toes wiggled the tough, pliable pads protecting the bottoms. As their orgasms subsided, each could feel the pulse and power of the solid 30-inch columns of horscock jutting from their hips, held aloft by a straining sheath and pulled downwards by huge, swollen testicles. Veins throbbed beneath the stretched fuzz coating each rabbit's sac, which hung heavy across their thighs - each massive ball weighed close to ten pounds and was larger than their heads. Broad veins ran up the sides and across the tops of their thick stallion-stalks, powering the duo-tone pink and black lengths when required. The flared heads and broad medial rings ensured good breeding results, they now knew, but even for their species, they were large.

And it felt good.

The white core of light from below came closer, its searing intensity rushing around them with a roar. It jostled and lifted them as their muscles and tendons strained under their soft, velvet pelts, flexing and curling as the glowing core surrounded them, thrilling every nerve, every fiber of their beings with an intense pleasure, stimulating the pair until each was screaming, only sometimes with any coherence, spread-eagle in the white light, unable to see, only able to feel the rush of power and desire welling up within as the green and red fires merged with them completely.

“Dajiiiii!"

“Wutaaaaa!"

What appeared to be a blinding beam of green light shot from the over-thick tip of Daji's impressive, two and a half foot long shaft, joined a moment later by Wuta's red. The beams mixed as they speared upwards, exploding through the last of the cavern's walls and causing rocks and debris to blow outwards in all directions. The huge core followed suit, demolishing what little stone remained. The incredible blast obliterated the mountain, leveling the ancient rocks and flattening trees for miles in every direction. The twin spears of light pulsing from the rabbits' cannons shot miles into the atmosphere above them before subsonic booms and ripples sent a cloud of white heat spreading across the entire surface of the planet. The lights of the two rabbits glowed hotter, brighter, as the explosions continued, rocking the sky and earth, causing the land to shift and rivers to change course, altering not just their own new, powerful bodies, but the planet to which they were now entrusted to clean. Inside the core, they squeezed together, full breasts surrounding their fiery arousals, legs intertwining, as the sensations muted any other feeling or emotion from intruding.

Rolling over hills and mountains, ancient forests and parched deserts, oceans and lakes and ice and swamp, enormous, rolling clouds of white steam encircled the planet completely, billowing and roiling and covering everything, getting into every cavern and crevice, burrowing under the ground and through forgotten tunnels, filling the air and earth in equal measure. As the steam settled, black spores emerged from the dirt, rising upwards, drawn inexorably to the purifying steam.

Around the planet, the moldy black substance pulled free of the earth, faster and faster as the two rabbits at the epicenter of the explosion screamed with pleasure and power in equal measure. No longer visible to each other because of the heat and light, Daji and Wuta's combined bodies kept the shockwaves rippling for what felt like an eternity - though really was only half an hour. That was all the time it took for the cleansing - for the last black spore to be eliminated, for the disease that threatened their people to be wiped out entirely.

It meant they were successful.

As suddenly as it started, the fire and light erupting from their oversized malenesses stopped. With the force of the explosion no longer holding it at bay, the neighboring lake and river flooded into the huge, miles-wide crater where the mountain and temple used to be, rolling in across the charred and ruined stones. The two rabbits fell away from each other, slowly at first, then fell from dozens of feet in the air. They landed with twin splashes, head-first and semi-conscious. Huge clouds of steam visible in the air for miles billowed from where they hit as the water around them roiled and bubbled and boiled.

In the sky above, the shocking white ripples faded. The air returned to normal and the sky brightened to its natural shade. Despite the geological damages and aftershocks, the planet held together.

Many hours passed as the huge inland lake settled into stillness, finally filling in the cracks and pushing any pockets of air to the surface. There was no motion for many hours at all as not even the wind dared disturb the site of the explosion. It was only late in the evening, with the sun nearly past the horizon, that the water near the edge of the lake rippled. A figure emerged, walking out on two legs, with a large metal pole held in one paw, carried easily despite the width and weight of the ten-foot staff. Despite emerging from the water, her pelt was completely dry.

A shock of red hair flowed around and between large rabbit ears. Wuta's face was similarly changed to one much like the statue from the cavern - small muzzle, pointed nose, wide lips. Rose-pink fur around Wuta's eyes lent the appearance of permanent eye shadow.

An impressive pair of breasts hung proudly from the lapine's chest, each orb so large they squeezed together as the rabbit walked free of the water. The feminine attributes didn't end there as Wuta felt the stirrings of a feminine desire between the newly enlarged thighs and bit her lower lip, eyes closing as the feeling surged up her spine, making her plush tail wiggle.

What hung over those powerful, broad thighs, however, drew her attention more quickly: the huge, flaccid horsecock stuffed - barely - into a too-small sheath that hung from her lower belly and waved back and forth, jiggling and bouncing atop a heavy pair of black-skinned testicles that swelled like pears.

A dark red wisp of a tail, almost maroon, twitched above a plump backside, wide enough to comfortably sit atop the rabbit's powerful legs. Organic tattoos of a dark red color dyed her fur around her left arm and lower back.

Following closely behind Wuta was Daji, also changed. They were no longer interchangeable twins, as Daji's new pelt had a distinctive emerald hue to it, with darker green on her long ears and around her eyes. Similar tattoos crossed her legs and arms, like Wuta, and the thickness of her backside and plumpness of her chest also served as a close match.

Daji clutched her staff and set the tip in the ground, smiling at Wuta. She could feel the intricate carvings going up and down the green metal and knew what each and every symbol meant, what the history of this planet really was, and what their own purpose was now.

Now that they'd cleaned the land.

The disease was swift and brutal. Daji could feel the memories of it, the suffering that accompanied the destruction of an entire people. They'd managed only to create the temple in the hope that one day someone would discover it and revive their race. They'd been advanced, on the cusp of interplanetary colonization, when the devastating illness swept through the population, killing untold billions of people who looked similar to how Daji and Wuta appeared now. The rush of information sorted itself out in their heads, filling their brains with the answers they needed.

Tiny arcs of lightning licked up and down Daji's emerald staff as she turned to face Wuta, whose own metal rod flickered with bright blue flames. They stared at each other, the broad hips and wide chests, short muzzles and oversized malenesses. They were the primes, the renewal of the species cut down before its time.

The two rabbits pressed together in a moment, muzzles meeting. Their firm, ripe breasts squeezed together, shifting and sliding up and down as their hips did the same, rubbing the rapidly growing equine lengths across the other's belly. The water rippled nearby as they tumbled to the ground together, rolling into a patch of sweet-smelling clover, staves dropping nearby as their arms reached and pulled and groped, testing the boundaries of their new bodies and power.

Electric lightning and bright blue flames met in fiery explosions around them as their massive stallion-shafts rose up between them, sliding against each other and between their chests. Their lips pressed close, full and warm, tongues meeting and exploring as their arousals built. Already Wuta could feel her cock pulsing and her heavy nuts roiling, pulling up as it prepared to let loose. The pleasure of the friction of her fellow rabbit-like guardian grinding back was enough to push her over the edge, and with a cry of lust she leaned forward, shuddering and moaning. Rivulets of thick white seed pulsed up between Daji's pale green and tan chest, rolling down the sides of the heavy mammaries jutting forward into Wuta's own massive pair. The emerald-colored lapine followed suit, painting Wuta's chest white with the force of her equine orgasm.

There was no resting, though. Still cumming, Wuta rolled on top of Daji and thrust forward, eagerly and greedily topping the moaning rabbit beneath her. The broad length quivered as it pressed under the dark green tail and then inside, filling Daji's belly. The green-furred hare squealed and wriggled as the shape of the other rabbit's meaty stallionhood distended her stomach outwards.

Their bodies, completely in-sync, moved in a perfect rhythm. Nipples grazing nipples, with Daji's length spearing up between all four orbs, Wuta's hips drove down and forward with relentless energy. Their plump lips ground together, wet with saliva, as Wuta's horseshaft drove deep, again and again.

This was the heat. Their new knowledge told them this need, this desire, was typical of all of their species. Their people used to use various methods to control population growth thanks to their inbuilt, genetic predisposition to rapidly swelling populations. That wasn't a problem for the two gasping hares rolling in the lush green vegetation around them.

Wuta and Daji intertwined, all long arms and legs and jiggling buttocks and moaning muzzles. It was difficult to tell who was doing what where, as their enormous equine lengths disappeared and reappeared, all the while sending ropes of seed in all directions. The fire and flames and electric bolts rippled in waves around them, fueling the cleansing of the planet as they released desires that they now understood to be pent up for millions of years. One mind-shattering orgasm followed another for Daji. Her dark green tail flicked as her hips dropped, descending around the thick maleness Wuta shoved forward. They met with a thunderous eruption as both lapines screamed and came, pleasure overwhelming them. Once Wuta satisfied herself with Daji's clenching feminine sex, the green-furred hare returned the favor, driving her own throbbing maleness into the tan and red rabbit's body from behind.

Wuta and Daji clung to each other, panting and moaning, still embedded together. Their soaking fur outlined the firm muscles beneath their pelts as their bodies moved and shifted, constantly rubbing and teasing their powerful figures together. The evening turned to night as they continued their lovemaking in the open, under the stars, heedless of the noise they made. Millenia of desire and need flowed through them, exhausting them utterly, until as the rays of the morning sun shone over the horizon through the trees, they fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms, bellies full and breasts squeezed tight together.

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“Good morning, Wuta."

“Hnnnnh… Daji?"

Wuta sat up and rubbed her eyes. she shook her head, unused to the feel of fur on her face. Looking around, she saw Daji standing thigh-deep in the lake, rinsing herself clean. The lapine's nearly two-and-a-half-foot long equine stalk floated in the water, half-hard, still pulsing once in a while despite the cold. The sight of the rabbit's pale pelt stretching across her broad backside and wrapping up underneath those plump rump cheeks sent a familiar twitch through Wuta's malenes.

“What do we do now?" she asked, standing up and moving into the water with the other rabbit.

Before answering, the two embraced, pressing close together, muzzles aching for each other. The cold water splashed around them, but didn't end the heat that sizzled between them when they touched.

By the time Daji pulled her plump lips away, both lapines were fully aroused.

“I think we go back to the colony," she said. “We must protect the planet by bringing them into the fold and stopping their machines. Our technology and magic will be more than enough to rebuild our civilization."

Wuta nodded, her breath catching as her oversized maleness swung upright and brushed against the side of Daji's chest.

“They will be proud to continue the renewal…"

“The renewal we've waited for so long…"

Clasping each other close, they each stroked the other as they made their way out of the pond and back to their metal staffs. Once retrieved, the two lapines squeezed together, lining their broad, fat equine lengths up and using their enormous chests to keep them in place. Their heavy, black-skinned stallion nuts lay across each other between their thighs as they guided the tops of the metal poles together above them.

When the tips of the poles touched, a blast of lightning shot down into the earth and a plume of smoke billowed in all directions for about ten feet. When it cleared, the two were gone - transported back to the colony through their guardian powers in a moment, where the seeds of a new empire would soon be planted…