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[center][b]Nothin' But Mammals

Chapter 1

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Xavier-Rai[/b][/center]

“Mama, Papa, come quick!" one of the elder kits cried as it ran across the carrot field, a gaggle of younger siblings following behind as quickly as their short legs would carry them. “We found someone hurt!"

Stu and Bonnie stared at each other in shock for a moment before rushing towards them.

“Jasper, man the stand!" the elder male commanded.

“And get Janine to help!" his mate added. “And Louis, go get Auntie Jean!"

Three of their adult children split off in the indicated directions, Louis darting across the road to cut through the opposite field to more quickly reach their aunt who was trained as a certified nurse. The kittens who had sounded the alarm turned tail to hurry back the way they had come with their parents hot on their heels. They led Bonnie and Stu across the field and back towards the blueberry bushes, which the youngest spent part of the day tending and picking. Behind the back row, past the row of Nighthowlers that kept the pests away, was a small creek at the foot of a hill that led upwards to the forest that backed their farm. It was at the foot of the hill, half in the creek and half out of it, covered in bloody scratches and torn clothing, that they found the injured individual.

“Whoa there, kids, keep back!" Stu warned, at seeing the state of the animal. It was like no mammal he had ever seen. It had barely any fur, mostly on the top of its head, leaving bare skin across what he could see of its body, and nearly twice their size or at least taller and more strongly built than a fox. “It might have mange!"

“Stu, we can't just leave it there!" Bonnie protested. “It's hurt, maybe dying! Kids, go run back and show Auntie Jean where we are when she gets here. Stu, we need to try and get it out of the water, at least."

“Alright, alright, but if I get mange, you're rubbing on the cream," her mate grumbled, rolling up his sleeves.

Together, they took a grip on the mammal's arms and managed to pull it from the creek with a large amount of struggle and determination. It was heavy, definitely heavier than a fox. They had only managed to just barely get it up the small incline that led up from the water to the last row of blueberries when Jean arrived, along with a posse of their adult offspring and supplies for making a stretcher.

“They said it was big," Jean explained, quickly taking charge of the situation. “I thought it best to bring enough help for a bear, but I don't think we'll need that many."

She began directing people about with her usual no-nonsense attitude, and the litter was swiftly crafted with a dozen rabbits manning the poles to carry. They headed back to the Hopps warren as the closest place for the creature to convalesce until it could be gotten to the hospital, which was nearly an hour away. As they went, Jean did a superficial examination to determine if there were any serious wounds that needed immediate attention.

“What the heck is it Jeanie?" Stu inquired, helping to hold the bushes apart to shortcut between the rows.

“I have no idea," his sister admitted. “It's not like any other mammal I've ever treated. Luckily, there aren't any major problems that I can find right off. No big lacerations or broken bones. It might have a severe concussion if it fell down the slope into the creek, but I'd need real equipment to tell for sure. I'll do a more thorough examination once we can make it comfortable. All I can say for sure is that it's an injured mammal."

“Is Doc Fisher at his office?" Bonnie inquired, referencing the resident practitioner of the farming town.

“No, he's over at the Thumper place. Lucille's having a difficult birthing, so he's there to monitor. They've got the county ambulance there on standby, so we'll have to wait until probably tomorrow at least before we can get it there."

“Well, we'll keep the poor dear comfy until then. Ya know my carrot onion soup is good for anything that ails ya."

“The skin is dry and loose, so I [i]would[/i] recommend some soup if you can get it to drink. It seems to be pretty dehydrated, and probably hungry as well."

It took several more minutes to reach the warren entrance, and nearly an hour more for Jean to complete as full an examination as possible and patch up what could be patched. He, and it was definitely a he, was a very odd creature. Five fingers on his hands instead of four, with five toes as well, without either claws or hooves, and as little fur as it first appeared. With that in mind, it was concluded that it didn't have mange. There didn't appear to be any obvious internal injuries, so he would probably be safe for home nursing rather than a full hospital visit unless he didn't wake up or his condition worsened. It was also determined from his teeth that he wasn't a predator, more likely an omnivore, and Jean suggested that they get some Bug-Burga patties for when he was feeling better but an herbivorous diet should be fine for a little while.

The nurse left some antibiotics, a cream for its scrapes and scratches, along with painkillers and fresh bandages to change the dressings and told them to call her if they needed her. Bonnie took charge of his care as a matter of course. The strange, furless mammal sparked her motherly instincts, like a giant infant, and it seemed so helpless. Tomorrow, they'd have to send someone into town to get him new clothes and omnivore chow, but for the night the motherly rabbit made do as best she could.

He had been set up in the sick room, segregated from the main warren, so she was left alone to care for him. The first order of business, as she saw it, was to get him cleaned up. Jean had only cleaned his wounds, and he was filthy all over, not to mention the smell, so she heated up some water, gathered the necessary supplies, and set to work. There was no way she could roll him over by herself to get his back, so it would only be a light surface cleaning, but her own mother had always said that something was better than nothing.

It was strange, and oddly erotic, to stroke her hands over his bare skin, so much different than fur. After washing his head fur and getting his upper body washed off, his scent wasn't half bad either under the stink of days without bathing, warm and gentle and masculine. She skipped over his groin, as some males found that to be a particularly sensitive spot, and washed off his legs, but there was no getting around that last spot. And so, she was as gentle as she could be, carefully lifting and handling his male parts while she wiped him down. It had the unfortunate effect of arousing him in his sleep, and he grew so large that she could fit both paws along his length with some flesh to spare, and thick enough around that she couldn't quite close her fingers around it.

It was… a little distracting, if she were honest with herself. Stu and she had been abstinent for the last few years in the interest of preventing further litters, as contraception was traditionally taboo in the lapine community. They had gotten along fine with fingers and tongues and some toys, and she had stayed as faithful to him as the day they had married, but she was getting some strange thoughts in her head. With the feel of his thick, hard maleness in her hands and the scent of him in her nose, she was starting to understand what it might be that Judy saw in that sly fox Nicholas, aside from his charming personality.

She found herself stroking one hand along the fleshy length, fascinated that it didn't even have a sheath. The other was gently massaging one of his balls, large enough to comfortably fill the palm of her hand. It was like staring a snake in the eyes; she was fascinated, unable to pull herself away, helpless against the insistent pull that seemed to draw her forward. She found herself running her tongue along the purplish-pink tip, much closer in color to what she was used to than the rest of it, and was surprised at the taste. The leaking fluids were… muskier than her husband's, and tasted… thicker somehow. There was a depth to the flavor that Stu lacked.

He twitched in her hands, the shaft flexing towards his stomach then relaxing to bap against her nose, leaving a smear of pre across it. The scent filled her nostrils, fanning the spark of curiosity into a flame that sank straight down to her loins. She glanced towards the door that barred the sick room area from the rest of the warren, but it wasn't like she was going to be interrupted. The only person who might come to check on her was Stu, and he should be relaxing in his comfy chair and watching sports by this time of day. That would keep him busy through dinner time, which the eldest litter should be taking care of. There was plenty of time. Besides, it wasn't really cheating if it was with a different species, was it?

With the twinges of her conscious soothed, or at least smothered, she turned her attention back to the warm, gently pulsing pole in front of her and the moist heat that had settled in between her legs. She reached back to flip free the clasp above her tail, letting her skirt fall down to pool around her paws when she stood. Hooking her thumbs through the band of her underwear, she stepped out of them and dropped them atop the pooled fabric as well, then moved to straddle her patient's legs. They were wide enough that she could barely get her knees to either side of him, and his penis rose most of the way up her stomach in that position, giving her an idea of how far it might sink into her.

Was she really thinking of going that far? [i]Could[/i] she really go that far? Well, she had already made her decision on that, now hadn't she?

One hand trailed down the front of her shirt to slip between her legs, a finger slipping between her folds to lightly stroke as her other hand wrapped around the thick shaft of their unusual guest. As she stroked him, she dipped the tip of her finger into the exceeding moistness between her own legs and bent her head down to take him into her mouth. That mushroom-like head was easily big enough to fill her mouth with only a little room to spare, and she had to be careful of her teeth. The taste and feel were everything that his scent had been promising, drawing her in further.

She pressed her head downwards, taking maybe two inches of him before he hit the back of her throat, adding a second digit to her twitching hole, spreading them to stretch herself a little before adding her third finger. And he was going to be even thicker than that inside of her. She couldn't help a soft moan from escaping as she pulled back and bobbed downwards again, gagging slightly as she tried taking a bit more of him into her gullet. He was so very much thicker than Stu, so wide, and her fingers were feeling like a pitiful imitation, but she knew that she would need a bit more work before she could even try getting this monster inside of her.

She left off stroking him and focused on working at him with her tongue and mouth, slurping and sucking at him, swallowing down the drizzles of pre-cum and trying her best to fit him into her throat. Meanwhile she worked at fitting a fourth finger into her needy hole, a thumb grinding at her clit, then a fifth, and finally all six. She was working herself into a frenzy, not pumping her digits in but flexing them, curling them, opening herself wider than she ever had been before, imagining that it was the cock in her mouth instead of her furred fingers. She had to shove her head down hard, gagging on the tip of his shaft, to muffle the sound as she came at the thought, her knees clenching against his thighs as she choked on his tip.

She had to pull back for a breath before the tremors of orgasm finished, but it left her feeling even hotter than she had been. She wanted more, wanted the real thing inside of her, and nothing else would suffice. She rose on shaky legs to move forward, straddling his hips, his twitching, leaking tip reaching up past her knees. The matronly rabbit lowered herself down to perch atop it, hands resting on her thighs as she let herself have one last thought of keeping true to her husband. The thickness and heat of the spongy flesh that pressed against her cleft decided her, though, and she let herself drop downwards.

Even with the help of her fingers, it still took a little effort to pop him in, and she crouched trembling at the size, giving herself a moment to adjust before lowering herself further. She was actually glad that she'd let Stu convince her to try fisting, since his length compared quite favorably with her forearm. She was able to lower herself to sit on his lap with the every inch of him buried within her and her fluffy tail tickling his balls, fuller than she had ever been in her life. She took a moment to adjust her legs so that she was kneeling and rested her hands against his stomach, then began to ride.

She was only able to lift herself a few inches, but it was more than enough. She could feel him pressing against the very end of her tunnel, the entrance to her womb itself. Each twitch was a pulse of pressure that swept upwards towards her breeding chamber, and she could feel the spurt of musky pre that came with them. She rode him, huffing with both the fullness and the pleasure of it, not just of finally having a male member in her but of one so much larger than she had ever considered before. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

And then a pair of hands clasped at her hips, nearly large enough to encompass her plump waist. She gasped, her eyes flying open to see him looking at her through half-opened lids, groggy and confused. Yet he seemed sure enough of the situation to lift her and pull her downwards once more. She had already committed this far, even if she hadn't expected him to awaken. There was no point in trying to deny herself or to back out now. So she mimicked the motion. He repeated it, and she did as well, then he lifted her further. Admittedly, he had a bit of a struggle to get her past the halfway point. He filled her so well that the void left by the lack of his maleness caused something of a vacuum seal. It certainly helped to pull her back downwards.

She let him take control, giving assistance on the upthrust with her legs and letting gravity and suction pull her back down, her hands slipping down to tease at her clit and trace at the line of slightly bulging flesh along her abdomen that showed where he lay within her. It was too much, far too much, and she came a second time. Then a third, and a fourth, muffling her cries with a balled fist. She could hear him grunting each time she did, no doubt from the sheer tightness each time she clamped down on him. When at last he joined her, she could feel each strong spurt of seed as he held her firmly against his groin, doing his level best to pump every last drop he had into her.

It took several minutes for her to come down this time, and she was still a bit dazed and wobbly when she did, but she could never mistake the voice that tentatively called to her.

“Bon Bon?" her husband inquired, seeming more confused than hurt, standing at the entrance to the sick room area.

“Oh… Oh, Stu!" She struggled to stand, the thick cream that her patient had pumped into her helping to break the seal that had nearly glued them together. “Stu, I don't know what came over me!"

“Oh… Uh… It's… It's okay hun," he told her, scratching at the back of his head and glancing downward. She followed his gaze and could see the rather large tent that peaked the front of his pants. “But maybe we should have a talk?"

“Oh, o-of course, dear, just… let me clean up a little?"

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. I'll see you in a few minutes."

Without a further word, he stepped back through the door and closed it to give her a little privacy. With a few mumbled apologies to the now-alert patient, she hastily wiped him clean again and slipped into her skirt. She gave a few swipes at her own groin, but his thick cream kept leaking out of her regardless. After half a minute, she gave it up for a lost cause and hastened to join her mate with her burning ears tucked tight to her skull. Hopefully he wouldn't be considering calling himself her ex-husband…

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]