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"Are you... r-ready?"

Sitting crossed legged before one another upon the squirrel's bed, Cassandra and her boyfriend blushed as they squeezed each other's paws tightly. The tawny brown furred rabbit nodded, and looked down to the right of where he was sitting. To the small dish resting on the soft bedding next to them, and the two little white pills within it. He looked up again. At Cass. At his girlfriend. She was so pretty. Her long grey hair, a more silvery and shimmering tone than the rest of her fur, was free and flowing loose rather than tied back in its usual ponytail. Her cheeks were alight with a rosy glow, the same tone burning beneath his own fur, and her eyes were full of energy. Nervous energy perhaps, but energy nonetheless.

They loved each other. So much. But... they just were so damn shy. So nervous and afraid of disappointing, or upsetting, or hurting their partner that it held them back. Not just in their day to day interactions. Not just in public. But even when it was just the two of them. Even at times like now, when they were alone together, in bed. Cassandra loved sharing her bed with Peter. He was her first. She was his first. And even though they had been dating for more than two years, it had only been after more than half that time that they had gone all the way for the first time together. When they were alone together. Naked, lost in passion, there were moments of perfect, heavenly bliss. Fleeting seconds when all their fears and self doubt fell away, and they were laid bare as the vital, primal creatures that they were deep down.

There had been occasions when Cassandra had been left screaming and shaking from ear-tip to toes, her thighs wrapped around her lover's head and her pussy soaking his face. There had been times when Peter's hips had slapped against Cass's buttocks so hard as he bred her from behind that his own orgasmic cries had barely been audible over the thick, damp slapping of their bodies driven together. But afterwards, no matter how much fun they'd had, came the apologies. The embarrassment. The regret. The hurried slipping on of clothes, and hiding of the naked bodies they found so attractive, but so hard to confess their desire for once the blood and hormones had ceased flowing quite so rapidly.

That had to change. They wanted it to change. Needed it to change. And today, they would make it change.

This wasn't about pleasure to them, despite it being very much all about pleasure in a literal sense. It was about forcing their feelings to be known. To be shared. Never to be hidden, or buried beneath layers of senseless, foolish shame.

Fear of failure had restrained them from attempting so much in their lives. Shyness had denied them countless opportunities to push forward in the things they enjoyed. Their own modesty had held them back from revelling in the most intimate aspects of their relationship, and continued to do so even now. Peter sat on the bed not naked, but in his boxer shots. His cock was hard beneath them, but he kept it hidden within the fabric of his underwear. Across from him, Cassandra sat in a long t-shirt and panties, rather than showing her naked body with her small but firm breasts, nipples proud and hard, and her labia flushed with arousal, the whole of her pussy aroused and noticeably wet within her own undergarments. They could have been having sex right now. Holding each other. Tearing their partner's clothes off. Kissing. Embracing. Fucking. But they weren't. Even now, they sat here and held hands like a couple of kids on their first date, summoning up the courage to finally set them free from themselves.

"I love you, Cass."

The bunny's ears twitched, and his cheeks burned even brighter as he whimpered his adoration to the woman of his dreams. She giggled nervously, and squeezed his hands tight in hers.

"I love you too."

All at once, they let go of each other. Peter's right hand, and Cassandra's left both fell towards the little dish sitting next to them, and they each drew out one of the pills between finger and thumb. They raised them to their lips, and before either of them could second guess themselves slipped the pills into their mouths. The capsules were so tiny there was no need for water to rinse them down. Just a gulp, and a small gasp from each of them as they realised what they'd done. There was no going back now. It had taken them weeks of discussion to reach this point, even after the weeks before that of discussing whether or not to do it. And now... it was happening. It had happened.

Now all they had to do, was wait. Wait, until they didn't ever have to wait again.

With her hand shaking, Cassandra lifted the little dish, now empty, and set it down on the bedside cabinet. She turned back to her boyfriend, and whimpered bashfully as he smiled at her. She scooted a little closer to him, knees still folded before her. He responded in kind, and soon they were sitting not facing each other, but next to one another, legs now outstretched before them. One of Peter's soft furred feet caressed the base of one of the squirrel's own, and whether accidental or not, the touch made her giggle. He shivered at that pleasant sound, and buoyed by that brief surge of confidence placed an arm around the squirrel's shoulder. Cassandra leaned back, and he leaned with her. Soon, they were lying down together, and rolling onto their sides to face one another.

They kissed. Softly. Meekly. Just a peck on the lips, followed by another, and another, and a dozen more in a flurry of embarrassed little whimpers of delight.

"Can I... cuddle you?"

The rabbit's question was met by a loud squeak from the squirrel, her bushy tail twitching happily as she nodded, and squirmed forward into the blushing male's trembling embrace. She loved it when Peter held her. Sometimes... a lot of the time actually, she wished he'd grab her and never let go. Hold her selfishly against him, claiming her body. Her attention. Her time. And she'd let him too. It was precisely because he was the kind of guy who would never do that, that made her want him to so very badly. Of course, he felt the same way. Cuddling with Cassandra was heaven to the rabbit. Any time spent in her arms, regardless of whatever else was happening, was perfection. And yet had they ever admitted this? Ever treated just cuddling like it was a natural, and wonderful thing for them to share? No. Of course not.

Today though, just knowing what was happening; what was beginning inside them as the chemical reactions of their stomach acid broke down the pills they'd swallowed and began to release the chemical compounds within, was already beginning to change how the two shy lovers thought. It was allowing them to disregard some of their long standing hang-ups about what was inappropriate. About what was too self-indulgent. At last, they knew that they didn't have to be leashed to their shame and fear, for before too long those qualities would be not just quelled, but ripped away with brutal, volatile force.

So, they cuddled. Long, and tight. They held each other, kisses getting deeper, arms wandering more and more freely up and down the lengths of their lovers' bodies, and nervous whimpers turning to breathy gasps, to longing, urgent moans. After ten minutes of holding one another, Cass found herself rolling over and straddling her lover. Pushing herself down against the rabbit's quivering, lithe figure, and kissing him deeper as she felt the straining length of his shaft pushing up against the base of her panties, still throbbing noticeably through two layers of underwear. Another ten minutes after that and she was the one shivering and crying out, bashfully yet gleefully whimpering as Peter grabbed at the base of her t-shirt and began to pull it up and off over her head.

The pair began to laugh. To not just enjoy the physical closeness, but to relax into the freedom of their intimate embrace as Peter grabbed Cassandra around the hips and rolled them both over to place himself atop the squirrel. He reached down and grabbed at her bare breasts, running his fingers delicately all over her modest but beautiful chest as she arched it up at him, moaning and biting happily at her top lip whenever his fingers grazed her sensitive nipples. Every so often he'd stop stroking and fondling her, and start to tickle. She'd squeal and thrash, and he'd fling his weight down over her, leading to another feverish bout of kissing, that led to more groping and fondling, and more ticklish teasing in turn.

There came a point, amidst their ever more carefree and uninhibited romping upon the squirrel's bed, when the two lovers realised that the pills they had taken might well be starting to work. It came perhaps somewhat later than it should have, not because they were oblivious, but because they were so busy experiencing the pills' effects that they were no longer thinking about them. They paused, panting and whimpering loudly as their lips parted from the heated make-out session in which they were engaged. From where he lay astride the squirrel, Peter forced his hips to stop grinding against her crotch, and both of them grunted in desperation as the stimulation of his rock hard cock rubbing up and down across the front of her panties ceased. Each garment of underwear bore a sizeable wet spot on its front, and as the two lovers' minds cleared slightly and they looked down at themselves to recognise this, they grinned at each other.

"Wanna do it?"

Cass giggled as she asked the question, thrilled by the ease with which the words came, and the casualness of her comment. She licked her lips, and delighted in echoing herself in a more lewd, shameless manner.

"Wanna fuck me?"

She was still Cassandra. Still the woman that Peter had fallen in love with. But she was different now. Without fear. Without embarrassment. Without all the baggage that had made her so meek and mild. She was Cassandra turned up to eleven. Cassandra unchained. She was the Cassandra of which Peter had only been granted the most few and fleeting glimpses, as he eat her out, or watched her ride his cock, squealing and screaming and cursing in joyous ecstasy at the point of orgasm.

And he, grinning down at the squirrel, was eager to prove that he was just as free. Just as renewed and unrestrained. But still, very much her man.

"Cass. I... I always want to fuck you. The difference is, now? I'm actually gonna do it."

Rolling off of the blushing, giggling squirrel for just a few moments, the pair hurriedly pulled off their own underwear. Panties and boxer shorts went sailing skyward to parts unknown, and Cassandra dragged herself upright, onto her hands and knees, so that she could straddle Peter once again. She didn't wait. Didn't linger in expectation of fond words to earn such closeness or for either of them to gather the courage to act upon their urges. She sat atop the rabbit's body, reached between his legs, grabbed at and guided his stiff cock between her quivering thighs, and gave a shrill whimper as she began to lower herself hungrily down upon him.

Moving slowly not out of fear for doing them harm, but simply to relish each and every sweet second of the ecstasy it provoked inside her, Cassandra tossed back her head and arched her back as she sank down onto Peter's cock. He was big. Not just for a rabbit. He was just big. Eight inches in length, and girthy by any man's standard. That had always scared the squirrel, not because he was too big for her or because it hurt to try and fit him inside of her... yes, he stretched her to her limits, but deliciously so. It had scared her because she was worried that she would seem greedy for loving what he could do to her. Or worse, that some other woman would see what he had to offer, and steal him away. Never before had she been able to relish him like this. To greedily enjoy every last inch of his fat erection for herself.

"F-fuck, Peter. Fuck. Ohh god, I... I love your cock..."

The rabbit snorted with laughter, and groaned happily as his lover's pussy clenched around him in a spasm of its own intense pleasure. He was holding Cass around the waist, not to slow or in any way control her motion upon him, just enjoying feeling her body shaking with pleasure against his fingertips. But now he removed one hand from her midsection, and slid it down towards the front of her loins. To where his thick cock was protruding from her, less and less visible as she teasingly swallowed him up, and where the lips of the squirrel's pussy converged, just beneath the deep red hued, swollen nub of her clitoris. He stroked at the mound of her pussy with his fingertips, and began to press down with firm, constant pressure on her clit with his thumb. Cassandra's eyes bulged, and Peter grinned.

"You love my cock. And I love your pussy. Fuck, I love it so much. I love making you cum, Cass. Making you scream. I... I think we both knew it. Both knew how we felt about each other's bodies, e-even if we couldn't say it for the longest time. Otherwise, how the hell did we get here? T-talk about... ah... o-one extreme to another."

If Cassandra was listening, she didn't respond. At least, not to his words. She responded instead to his touch, tensing up and shrieking not in orgasm, but as she felt her body take a considerable stride towards it. And of course, she knew what that meant. What it meant for both of them when finally that moment came.

Throwing herself forward, wrapping her arms around Peter's chest and laying her head down against his thundering heart, the squirrel's tail flicked and writhed as she began to ride the rabbit. No longer was she simply on a quest to hilt herself within him, savouring each and every sensation building up to what they knew was approaching. She was beyond that. Beyond being able to rationalise and control herself to that degree, or at least, beyond wanting to. Now she just wanted to make it happen. To feel the rabbit's cock slipping quickly in and out of her as she bounced her buttocks against his thighs, and hear the slick sounds of their bodies entwined amidst her deep, longing grunts and his fevered moans.

Just as their cuddling had become something of a game, so too did their fucking. The two lovers began to wrestle, to roll around in a fight for control over their intense passions. Peter dragged himself on top of Cassandra and began to pump into her with long, deep strokes that drew almost his entire length out before plunging it back in amidst the squirrel's giddy shrieks, only to find himself with the tables turned mere moments later, back on his back once more, with Cass grinding back and forth along his cock, barely lifting her hips at all, and digging her hands into the lush fluffy fur upon his chest as she stared down at him, whimpering and giggling in joyous pleasure.

They felt so free. So secure in their pleasure and their urgent, savage lust for one another. And while there were countless good reasons for this built into the chemical cocktail they had imbibed in that single small pill, just one reason served to sum it all up. Forget that they were without inhibition. Forget that their shyness and nerves were gone, vanished without a trace and replaced by their arousal and deep, consuming love for one another. They were free and wild quite simply because they knew that the limitations were gone. No longer was their love-making a brief interlude of joy and contentment in a world of restraint and shame. No longer did they have to worry about not being good enough, about wasting this precious opportunity by leaving either themselves or their lover unsatisfied during it.

What they were sharing now, all this pleasure and fun, was only the precursor. The pre-appetiser to the banquet at which they were about to be seated. For all its sweet ecstasy, it was but a morsel of what was to follow. Thus they were free, because they knew that the most important factor in their entire lives was already taken care of. The person they loved was going to be happy. The person they loved was going to be not just satisfied, but taken far beyond mere satisfaction. Their joy, their life-long bliss was absolutely guaranteed. They couldn't let each other down. Couldn't disappoint or break their partner's heart. All they had to do, now and for the rest of their lives, was hold the person they loved in their arms, and promise never to let go.

"Peter. It... it's starting... I can... o-ohh... I can f-feel it. Peter. P-please... with me. You have to. Please..."

As the squirrel's eyes widened in stunned anticipation, her muzzle falling open, panting heavily even when she wasn't whimpering to her lover, she gladly let the male rabbit roll her onto her back one more time. She shrieked happily as he hooked his arms around her knees, pulling them up to either side of her belly and raising her pussy so that he could hump and thrust into it even more rapidly and with greater ease and force alike. Her fingers scratched and clung tightly at his back. Her cries got more and more volatile as he grinned and grunted down at her, and she whimpered joyfully, nodding and bucking her hips up against him as he whispered pleadingly to her.

"Cum for me, C-Cass. Make... ah... m-make me cum. Let's... let's do it. Oh fuck, Cassy... let's cum... a-and never, never stop."

Hearing the rabbit speak like that was the last straw for Cassandra, and the squirrel let loose a frantic, high pitched shriek of ecstasy as the eternal orgasm promised by that simple little pill commenced. It was hard to imagine something feeling better than the most intense climaxes that the once shy squirrel had shared with her equally timid lover, but even before it had surpassed those normal orgasms in terms of simple duration, Cassandra knew she was experiencing something truly beyond her own natural capacities.

"Oh! Peter... Peter!"

Her cheeks flushed, but she cried out with almost proud exuberance rather than embarrassment as she felt herself start to squirt; a small torrent of ejaculatory fluids gushing out over the thick member pumping in and out of her. The sound of her wetness, the loud, thick slurping of their bodies driving against one another, combined with her screams of climax were more than the rabbit could handle. He too gave a strangled wail, and his tufted tail began to bounce so rapidly that it almost blurred as Peter began to fill his lover with his seed. His cock throbbed and let loose its cum as potent tremors of pleasure began to surge through its length, and as he pounded at Cassandra's pussy, and she clenched and milked at his spurting shaft, the two lovers pressed their whimpering, flushed faces together in a strained and feverish kiss of triumph.

They had done it.

They had faced their demons. Overcome their fears. And now, they could spend the rest of time focused on the only thing that mattered in this world.

Them. Together.

Face to face, eye to eye, the lovers came. They quaked and moaned, thrashing and writhing against each other, and cried out together as one as their juices began to overflow. To stain the bed beneath them. To soak their fur, and to scent the air with rich, heady lust. They laughed and giggled as the orgasmic bliss persisted. Beyond a minute. Beyond an hour. They had been told it would never end. That they would be eternally bound together in their shared bliss. But while they had hoped, all they had expected was what they had seen demonstrated; several hours of seemingly uncut video displaying two other figures locked in similarly intense and non-stop rapture. The more likely it seemed though, the more wild and free with their shameless and giddy glee the pair became.

They played. They teased. They fooled around with different positions and different acts. They howled with mirth as they fought one another with their explosive, orgasmic ejaculations, soaking and spraying each other's bodies as best they could. They whimpered and grunted as they stood beneath the shower's flowing stream together, embracing, writhing in unceasing pleasure and grinding against their partner as they stained their wet fur with yet more of their constant, unending flow of sexual fluids. But always, inevitably, they were drawn back to the same position. The same act.

They held one another, arms and legs wrapped around their partner and squeezing tight as they howled and moaned and flooded each other's most intimate reaches with their orgasmic eruptions. Able to kiss at the slightest whim. Able to whisper into their lover's ear as soon as a thought crossed their mind. And always, eternally able to see the rosy glow on their lover's cheeks, and the bliss in their expressions as they whimpered and wailed and moaned in that singular, endless orgasm. Pleasure unrestrained and shared as freely as it was given. No guilt for its excess. No shame for its force and fury.

Meek and modest no more, Peter and Cassandra were not only ready to cum to the ends of time itself. They needed to. For only eternal bliss and joy could possibly describe the unabashed truth of how good they wanted their partner to feel as they lay within their arms, moaning, shuddering, and always... always cumming.

By Jeeves