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It was the smell that let him know he was on the right track. Solierre couldn't imagine the huntsmen had failed to find Turick in the forest. They were all better trackers than the rabbit would ever be, and all he had to do was follow the ominous traces of cinnamon on the breeze that kept making his nose twitch, ever so slightly stronger than the smell coming off the bunny's own fur.

Moreover, it hadn't rained since the incident in the apothecary shop, and here and there the rabbit could spot thicker drops of moisture than the morning dew on the grass, or on low branches where Turick had passed. The leopard had been just as smothered in semen as Solierre, and had left a musky trail behind him when he'd fled into the forest. Even without the cinnamon scent, it would only have been a matter of following the smears of feline cum.

Solierre tried to be as stealthy as he could, but he was no stalker. Every footstep shifted last autumn's leaves over the ground, or snapped a twig, or kicked up a pebble. Turick was going to hear him coming, there was no getting around that, but still the rabbit kept his head low and tried to watch his footing, his ears perked attentively on his head and swiveling toward every slightest sound. Every now and then a bird chirped or a squirrel or chipmunk skittered from branch to branch overhead, but the forest seemed quieter than it should have.

It was slow going, and he was second guessing himself the deeper into the quiet woods he crept. If he was wrong, if Turick was too far gone and wouldn't listen to reason, how was Solierre going to run away? The leopard's overgrown package might slow him down, but the rabbit's overtight trousers would do the same to him. He had to be careful not to rip a seam every time he stepped over an obstacle in his path, the cloth stretching worryingly tight around his rump, and no matter how much he plucked at it, the constant wedgie between his cheeks never got any better.

Every time the rabbit started to really doubt himself, he pictured Turick's pleading face and forced himself to continue, nose twitching all the while to catch the next whiff of cinnamon. That scent got a little fainter the farther the bunny walked, the splashes of leopard cum growing smaller and smaller, but then, after forty or fifty minutes of creeping along, the breeze carried a strong enough blast of it to nearly make Solierre's eyes water.

He stopped mid-step, ears shooting straight up and a paw covering his muzzle, his sinuses clearing suddenly to make him cough. There wasn't a single bird or squirrel chirping or scurrying through the trees now. Everything around him was deadly still.

Cautiously, Solierre took a step, and then another, grateful that the forest floor was covered in pine needles to muffle his fuzzy feet. He looked around, trying to find the source of the spice in the air. Then he rounded a thick evergreen, and froze again.

Thick ropes of semen were draped over the evergreen's back branches like lewd tinsel, swaying and drooling in the morning breeze. They were strewn and webbed fifteen, maybe twenty feet high, and got thicker the closer to the ground Solierre looked, until the lowest branches were completely hidden behind a veil of semi-translucent white slime.

The bunny took a step closer without thinking, then made a face when his foot landed in something sticky, the very edge of a house-wide puddle. More cum to wash out of his fur. Wonderful.

He looked around. The pine wasn't the only tree to have been covered. There were cum ropes dangling and dribbling everywhere Solierre cast his eyes.

"They should never have come after me." Turick's sad voice made the rabbit jump in place, spinning around in a hasty circle to try to pinpoint where it was coming from. "I begged them to turn around, to go back to the village before it was too late. But it was too late as soon as they let me notice them."

It was coming from underneath that first tree, the semen-shrouded lower branches hiding the leopard from view. Solierre wasn't about to try to slip underneath the web of all that cum, instead slowly skirting around to the clean side of the evergreen.

"They were my friends," Turick went on morosely, "and I killed them. Every last one of them, just like Eckart and Dusker and Lev. Turned them into...into this."

Swallowing back his fear and doubts, the rabbit ducked through an opening in the needled branches, finding a dark twilight underneath the tree's boughs. What little light there was, was made silver after filtering through the leopard's cum.

Solierre could see him, just on the other side of the tree's thick trunk. The big male sat facing away from the rabbit at an angle, his knees tucked up to his chest, staring at the ground in front of his hind paws. He was even more slathered with cum than the last time Solierre had seen him, all of it wet and fresh. Here and there a tuft of clean, spotted yellow fur stuck out from the mess along his sides, and what the rabbit could see of the other's naked back was still unmarred by sperm, but the rest of him looked like a giant had sneezed a pearly blast all over the leopard's frontside.

Turick looked over his shoulder at the striped rabbit, a shudder running through the feline's body. "Why are you here, Solierre?"

"I..." Solierre had been asking himself the same thing. "I just want to help. To find out what happened to you and...you know...fix it."

Turick gulped, his fingers flexing over his knee. "Eckart wanted to help, too. He was the first one that I..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

Solierre's paws were tucked in front of his belly as he took a nervous step closer, drywashing each other uncertainly. He still wasn't sure what had happened to the two mouse brothers. There hadn't been a single sign of Dusker or Eckart since the rabbit had watched Lev die. Everyone assumed the worst, but no one dared to venture a guess as to what had become of the mice. Or rather, no one had dared to voice their perverse suspicions out loud. When magic was involved, just about anything was possible, and that had everyone's imaginations running rampant with their worst fears.

"Stay back!" Turick shouted when the rabbit took another step closer, raising a paw palm-outward toward the little male. Then the leopard hissed in a low, tense growl, "Do you know how hard it is for me not to tackle you to the ground right now and..." He groaned, and Solierre's breath caught in his throat. He could see the pillar of the leopard's immense phallus rising up between Turick's knees.

The bunny gulped. It took all his willpower not to turn tail and bolt right then and there. "What happened, Rick?" he asked quietly, using the same meek voice that he might to try to calm a rabid animal. "What made you turn into..."

"A monster?" the leopard finished for him, taking a deep, shuddering breath. He gestured to his side, where Solierre noticed a black, metal box sitting next to the leopard's hip. "I...I found this in the creek bed nearby, and opened it. Then I saw..." He lowered his head, his muzzle bumping right against his erection, and reached up to run his paws over his face. He didn't look like he had slept all night. "I saw someone on the bank. They disappeared, and I felt it start happening and ran back to the apothecary and..." He shrugged a shoulder, unable to continue.

"That's it?" Solierre asked, and against Turick's warning and his own better judgment, he padded carefully around the tree trunk to get a closer look at the box. "You just opened this? Who did you see?"

"I don't know." Turick was breathing more heavily by the moment, his tail thumping in agitation against the pine's trunk behind him. "Couldn't make him out. I came back here and tried shutting the lid, but nothing changed. Doesn't matter, anyway. What's happened, what I've done..." He turned tortured eyes up on the rabbit, his jaw clenched. "I can't bring them back, Sol. I can't change what I did."

The rabbit's nose was twitching furiously from the scent of his friend's arousal, from the scent of all that semen. "That...wasn't you," he said, daring to take one more step closer to his friend. "That was this...this spell, this curse, whatever was done to you. You're a victim as much as everyone else."

"It's worse than that," Turick went on, as if he hadn't heard the bunny. The leopard leaned forward, then began to get to his feet, and Solierre backpedaled. It might have just been the low branches forcing the leopard to hunch over, but Turick looked taller than the rabbit remembered, and the leopard had always been a solid two feet taller than him. "I can't change what I'm about to do, either." He turned to face the rabbit, then, his erection giving a rubbery wobble, and the way he was hunched over, the cumveiled muscles in his arms and chest bulging, it didn't matter that his snarl was one of restraint.

Solierre saw a ravenous predator ready to charge, and his instincts only gave him one option. The bunny spun around and ran.

He didn't even make it out from under the tree. Turick barreled into him after two long strides, carrying them both to the ground, and was tearing into Solierre's oversized shirt before the world could stop spinning. "Oh gods, why did you have to wear those pants?"

The rabbit managed to twist around underneath the feline as his chest was bared to the chilly morning air, and he lifted his paws to ward the other male off, only to bump one palm straight into the belly of the leopard's member, the flesh hot and spongy with an iron-rigid core. "Turick, wait--"

The feline grasped his paws around Solierre's waist. "Too cramped in here, can't move." He hefted the rabbit up effortlessly and got back to his feet, bursting through the pine's branches and back into the early daylight outside, needles raining down around them. A curtain of semen on the tree's other side was knocked loose and sloughed onto the ground with a long splat.

Turick held the rabbit in front of him, Solierre's paws trying to grasp around the feline's wrists. The rabbit's fingers were too short to hold onto much. Turick's, on the other hand, completely enveloped the bunny's slim waist, fingers touching at the small of Solierre's back, thumbs in front of his belly button. The leopard pulled him up to eye level, and the rabbit's suspicions were proven right. The feline had grown taller, by at least a foot. Turick's erection seemed every bit as big as the rabbit remembered, but it didn't look as ridiculously disproportionate now, not quite. It bumped against the bunny's thick thigh as the leopard pulled him closer, almost nose to nose.

"You're perfect, you know that?" Turick breathed, his breath smelling of cinnamon cum. "Every single part of you."

Then his muzzle homed in on Solierre's, and the leopard kissed him. It was a furiously desperate, lip-smashing kiss, and when the rabbit's mouth parted to let out a surprised grunt, Turick's tongue was there, thick and wet and rough, forcing its way into the smaller male's mouth and curling behind his buck teeth to pull him even more into the kiss.

Solierre squirmed, and kicked, and pushed at the huge leopard's shoulders, but it got him nowhere, and as aggressive as that kiss was, for weeks now a part of him had been waiting eagerly for it. It was dominating, overpowering, leaving him defenseless. Exactly like he'd imagined in many late night fantasies, only more so. The bunny's ears, sticking straight up at panicked attention, began to tilt back submissively, his legs stopped kicking and his arms stopped pushing, and with a muffled whimper he began to suckle around Turick's deeply textured tongue.

The leopard moaned, and a thick gout of pre splashed over the rabbit's legs, drenching and immediately soaking through his borrowed tights. The feline's arm tucked up behind Solierre's shoulders, the other big paw sliding down to cup his bottom, squeezing first one cheek and then the other through his thin pants in a way that had the bunny's face flushing. The leopard's shaft grinded up and nudged into the rabbit's groin, and Solierre realized he was already unsheathed, his little cock cramped where it curved down and tented out his pants.

He was getting lightheaded, having trouble breathing around that thick tongue, but he could feel Turick's thumb tuck under his waistband, right underneath the rabbit's fluttering tail, and drag his pants down his rump and over his thighs. He could feel the cool morning breeze teasing at the downy fur over his naked butt.

He could feel the barrel of Turick's shaft push forward between his thighs and rise under his taint, lifting him up with its rigid girth. Its far, far too thick girth.

Solierre gave his head a little shake, and for a wonder, Turick pulled back from the kiss, only to thump his forehead lightly against the rabbit's much smaller one, both of them looking down between their bodies at where the leopard's erection was nestled forward between the rabbit's legs.

"Rick, you're too big for this," Solierre panted, trying to catch his breath and regain his senses. "You'll kill me."

"I know," the leopard breathed huskily, his paws back around Solierre's waist now that the rabbit was naked, giving the lagomorph a firm, trembling squeeze. "They've all said that, and they were every one of them right. But I can't...I can't..." Turick shuddered again, hefted the bunny up...and then lowered him back down to one side of his erection, letting Solierre's big feet return to the pine-strewn ground. The leopard didn't let him go, though, his paws simply shifting up to the rabbit's shoulders.

Solierre stared up at the leopard, amazed at how much bigger the other male was now. The rabbit was eye level with the feline's pale abdomen, and Turick's shaft jutted up at an angle above the bunny's ears. "You've always been stronger than me, Rick," he whispered. "Stronger than most anyone I know. Maybe you're strong enough to fight this."

Already Turick was shaking his head. "I'm not. I'm really not, Sol." He gulped, keeping one paw clamped over the rabbit's shoulder while using the other to push his member down, shuffling back to make enough room for the entire, huge rod to tuck horizontally between them. "I'm going to kill you, and I can't stop it. I don't want to, but...but maybe this way...won't hurt so much."

The rabbit shook his head, staring at the cock tip in front of his face with a mixture of arousal and horror. He knew he could still talk his friend out of this somehow, he just needed time to think! "Just...just wait, Rick. What are--" He turned his head to the side just as the leopard pushed his hips toward him, that thick crown smearing into the side of the rabbit's face.

Turick's paw moved swiftly from the bunny's shoulder to the top of his head, his broad fingers pinning those ears back and forcing Solierre to look directly at his shaft. "I'm going to push you inside, now," the leopard murmured breathlessly. "It'll be warm, probably, and tight. It might be hard to breathe, but I don't think it will hurt." His cumslit flexed open an inch, and Solierre's big eyes widened further at the sight of its pink insides, slathered with translucent white pre that dribbled out and oozed down the glans's middle. "I'll swallow you down, and you'll curl up and just...melt away."

The rabbit gave his head another little shake. He'd suspected that was what happened to Eckart and Dusker, and now to at least some of the other huntsmen apprentices, but he hadn't let himself dwell on the thought. It was too ludicrous to seriously consider, or so it had seemed at the time, but now, staring at the leopard's huge erection, hearing Turick explain so seriously what was about to happen, the rabbit believed it. He turned his eyes up to the leopard's face and whimpered, "Rick, please--"

The leopard's hips surged forward again, and Solierre reacted on instinct. He couldn't move his head an inch with that firm grip around his skull. He had no escape at all, save perhaps one. Caught midsentence, his mouth slightly parted, he hastily opened his mouth as wide as he could, hoping to make his muzzle too broad to fit inside the leopard's cumslit.

The rabbit's chin caught on the slit's lower corner, his nose on the top. Turick huffed a surprised breath, but his grip around the rabbit's head only tightened. The leopard's other paw stayed at the middle of his shaft to hold it steady, to keep it from bending, and his hips pushed harder. Solierre winced his eyes shut, unable to breathe with his nose squished against the spongy flesh, and he reached forward with both paws, gripping around the barrel of the leopard's shaft and trying feebly to push it back.

It didn't retreat. He didn't close his mouth. But the stalemate couldn't last.

Solierre's large front teeth caught over the top of Turick's piss slit, his lower teeth scraping and sliding under the narrow opening. He kept his tongue at the back of his mouth, afraid it might get stuck if he touched it inside that urethral opening. He could feel the rubbery flesh squeeze forward between his jaws, just the very front of the leopard's gently tapered glans, already enough to stretch the rabbit's lips as far as they would go, his jaws aching from the strain.

Then a pop rang in Solierre's ears, heard from inside his own skull more than from the air around him. Stars filled his vision, and pain struck at him like a hammer, making his paws claw and slap at Turick's shaft, his body writhing and kicking, pushing at the dirt with his feet.

The leopard's tip was inside his muzzle, his jaw unhinged and gaping, his cheeks bulging ridiculously, like an overzealous chipmunk's. He could feel the soft ridge of Turick's crown behind his front teeth, locking the leopard inside. That glans filled every corner of the rabbit's mouth, squished up against his palate, crushing down over his flattened tongue, pressing its rubbery texture back against the entrance to his throat. Turick let out a deep, strangled sounding moan, and his shaft throbbed, jerking Solierre's head up with its twitch. Pre gushed straight into the little male's throat, and he convulsed, a silent cough making twin strings of the sticky fluid shoot from his nostrils and splatter over the top of the leopard's erection in front of him.

It hurt, but not as much as Solierre thought it should have. It didn't feel like anything was broken, just...out of place, and clogging his airways so that he couldn't breathe. He moved his paws right in front of his absurdly stretched lips and tried to push the shaft away from himself, but that only made his paws slide a few inches down the leopard's shaft, as if the rabbit was trying to stroke him off.

With his paw still around the little male's head, Turick tucked his thumb and pinky back until they rested over the rabbit's bulging cheeks, groaning as he gave himself a little squeeze right through the bunny's face. Then the leopard sank to his knees, his paws moving up to grasp around Solierre's orange and black ears.

The rabbit could still think straight, straight enough that he knew what was going through his friend's mind. Solierre couldn't shake his head now, but he made his protests clear, toes digging into the dirt again and pushing back against the ground, paws patting urgently, pleadingly, against both sides of the leopard's girth. He tried to bite down, but there wasn't any strength at all in his dislocated jaw, and besides, his teeth were clamped tight enough that they should have been biting straight through the leopard's tip, but they weren't so much as breaking the skin. If anything, that pinching pressure seemed to arouse the feline even more.

The rabbit's only consolation was that what Turick intended was completely, utterly impossible.

Then the leopard's strong legs and hips began to push, his arms began to pull, and Solierre felt the quivering entrance to his throat begin to stretch.