HotH: Jack and the Mountain
#2 of Hareon on the Hill
Author's Note: The Hareon series is just that: A chronological series. If you are interested in the plot, I would recommend starting from the first entry, entitled The Spring Rite, and continuing from there. As more characters are introduced (especially point-of-view characters), I will list a description of each major character to help those new to the tale.
Hareon on the Hill
Chapter 2
Jack and the Mountain
Jack awoke in a strange place. It was hot and musky, an unfamiliar warmth pressing against him. He could see naught but a blue light, diffused along the polished walls of the den like soft silk over azure. The warmth turned softly, and two eyes that shared the same deep, yet dazzling color met his. Jack's expression did not change, but deep within he was suddenly brought from his stupor and held on to the instant of recognition and love.
"Veneca." he uttered tenderly, savoring the word in all its tragic brevity.
Jack was a hare of little words. He was bred to be a fighter, quick and agile of body. His mind moved as if tied to a great mountain, pondering in great steps of empathy, emotion and reflection . His ancestors has apparently been great leaders, and his mother and father were convinced he shared the same gift.
And so he lay there next to his beautiful mate, letting the events of the past two days flow through his mind like a great river.
His memory was like a painting, where all the characters were color and texture and blurred movement. He remembers the view atop the Great Tree, looking out upon the patchwork land that was home to so many strange things he did not know. In the far, far distance lay another great hill, with white on the top and sloped sides. He wondered what creatures lived there, and if they were the same as he. He heard the shout of his mate, and it was easy for him to drop from the branch, letting the air catch his fur and falling expertly toward the familiar sight of his fellow Hares far, far below. He had preformed the flight many times before in practice, and expertly released the latch along his back that opened the Tweedwings. He glanced one more time upon the distant mountain and dove into battle.
Veneca stirred and made a small noise next to him, removing him from his wanderdream. Her eyes were closed again, and she had removed her covers down to her waist, seemingly hot in the small denchamber. Her fur was white once again, having been cleansed of the paint that signified her transition to his side. He admired her white fur. Many of the clans considered it an abberation, for a hare never to lose the winter coloration. He looked at his own fur and frowned. Brown and gold. Somewhat rare, as the gold flecks were a sign of his ancestry, but nevertheless not what he preferred. He wanted to be with her always, and in all ways. He wanted to be the color of flurry and frost, as she was. They could rule from the peak of that distant mountain, he thought, and be forever white as snow.
Her curves entranced him, and he moved closer. She was foolish to remove her covers in the spring cold, he knew, and she began to shiver slightly in her slumber. He moved against her to share body heat, his furred forelimb wrapping about her in a loose embrace. She groaned softly and responded to his touch, inching forward to curve her body against his. He kissed her lightly between her slender ears and held her, letting his mind drift once again as the sound of her breathing relaxed his thoughts.
She has just spoken the words, and the crowd shouted their ascent.
" Kuniklo ad Cohelo! Kuniklo ad Cohelo! All hail th-"
"CooNAAAAAY!" The crowd quieted as an old, crippled hare hobbled from the masses and kicked at one of the unconscious forms being tended to by the Hennel Nurses.
"Away with you, rat!" the man scowled at the nurse, and she scurried away like the doormouse she was. Threatening a Hennel Nurse was usually a crime of the highest offense, as they were of peaceful and pious order that was well respected in Hareon, but no one stepped forth to challenge the cripple.
"Conay. I shay, Conay, get your fithly arse up! You are a Man-Dambed dishcrace, do you know that?"
Several in the crowd gasped at the curse. The name of Man was rarely mentioned. The old hare paid no attention to the gathering, seemingly oblivious to all around him. He as extremely bent, the scars of some horrific battle visible along the right side of his body. His face was a mask of constant pain and old age, his remaining ear drooping to cover only a bare fraction of it. He hobbled slowly but confidently to the head of his victim and stomped viciously.
"Aughgh. Echh.. Auhhh.." The fallen Jycanth hacked and coughed as he tried to yell in pain, slowly picking himself up and wiping the blood from his muzzle.
"Father.." The Jycanth whimpered
"Don't you dare! Don't you dare call me father unless you can live up to the Hayback name, boy."
Jack finally found the words to address the situation.
"Magistrate Coning. Would you please remove yourself .. and your son.. with haste befitting your title." Jack's words were as cold as his mercurial gaze, and Coning was quick to bow and scrape before him. He gave his son Coney a final thwack with his cane and melted into the crowd, his limping son not far behind.
Jack's eyes turned back to his mate, he embraced her warmly to moderate applause. He felt her paw slide down and gasp his still erect phallus, taking him by surprise.
"What are you-"
"Shhh.." Veneca smiled up at him and giggled, her eyes once again bright in the morning blue. He remembered where he was, deep within his private dens, and lowered his tense shoulders slowly.
His body must have had responded on its own, pressing into her warmth while he lay next to her. Her soft paw was now gently exploring his manhood, undoubtedly curious as to how he would react. He smiled kissed her deeply, drawing his muzzle from tender nose to soft chin and neck in a response of obvious appreciation. She slid on top of him and used her other hand to push his shoulders back onto the bed. "Relax." She said somewhat forcefully.
Veneca removed the covers in a soft flourish, revealing both their nakedness to the slowly building light. Her supple breasts and soft white V looked oddly alien in the blue atmosphere, a sculpture of exotic beauty in a mundane setting. She mounted one of his legs, betraying the heat of her sex to him, and descended upon his nether regions.
Her mouth found his erect manhood easily, her small tongue darting about tentatively at first, and then with more confidence. Jack had felt the softness of her sex the day before, but this seemed distictly different. Her mouth was warm, and he felt himself lose a gutteral noise of pleasure as she began to take more of the shaft. She sucked upwards all the way up to the tip, releasing the member and taking a slight break. She moved in once again, only now moving her pink nose past the shaft and into the dark fur surrounding its. She buried her nose in and sniffed, rubbing her sex against his leg as she did in a rocking motion. She returned to her duty shortly afterm sucking and teasing until at last Jack began to buck.
As he climaxed, he imagined them both atop the blue and distant mountain, fierce winds ripping about their entwined forms, their coats a mixed white and sky blue. It was cold, yet warm. Peaceful, yet savage.
He opened his eyes to her wiping his seed from her lips, her face bright with curiosity.
"Where did you go, just now? I know its pleasurable, but you looked as if you ascended to the clouds"
"I went to the mountain of blue and white. I must go there soon, and you must come with me." Jack stated with unusual haste, his golden eyes reflecting his conviction.
She looked at him seriously for a moment, and then laughed. "You are always so serious. Come, now its your turn!" She pounced at him with her powerful lupine legs, attempting to trap his muzzle in a leg lock, and Jack laughed heartily, the sounds of their play echoing up through the deep hallways and tunnels of Hareon on the Hill.