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THIRTEEN

Growing up, in rare moments of vain curiosity, Solierre had occasionally bent over naked in front of a mirror and spread his rear cheeks to get a good look under his tail, just so he could know what he looked like from every angle. So he knew the size and shape of his smooth, pink back door. He'd even gone so far once as to play over it with his fingertips, after a thorough bath, of course, and even wriggled a single finger up underneath his tail. That had been uncomfortably tight.

He'd just been given a much more thorough loosening, but it didn't matter. The thigh thick log of an erection currently pushing up between his spread legs was so big, it was like imagining a giant trying to stuff a castle's tower down a village well. It should have been laughable. Only, Solierre remembered all too clearly opening around that pillar from the other direction.

Turick wasn't having an easy time of it, though. With his tentacles keeping Solierre's arms and legs bound and stretched, he had one paw around the rabbit's little tail and the other still holding the little male's hip, pulling the bunny against his spongy-firm crown with every grip he had at his disposal, but all his strength was only pushing viciously against the rabbit's ass, crushing the back of Solierre's taint. The little rabbit could feel the underside of the leopard's tip against the back of his sack, the top of that crown smashed against the base of his leaf tail right underneath Turick's thumb. The bunny could more easily have used it as a stool than fit it inside him, but the pressure under his tail only ever grew more insistent, making his flesh buckle inward, then, ever so begrudgingly, part.

Solierre winced, feeling the creases of his tailstar beginning to spread again, but it wasn't anywhere near enough for that broad glans to fit inside him. He didn't think he was even parted as wide as Turick's cum slit, though he could certainly feel the gush of pre that spurted straight up into his body, dribbling back and smearing messily over the leopard's tip.

The tentacles around his ankles pulled harder, making his thighs ache in their sockets. The rabbit was worried they might get ripped off the rest of his body entirely, but those fierce tugs were succeeding in making his rear entrance spread wider. The next spurt of pre made Solierre shudder when he felt it deeper inside his linear tunnel. Which of his friends was that, he wondered morbidly. What melted apprentice was leaking back to glaze Turick's tip between the rabbit's buttocks? Likely a blended combination of all four of them.

The pressure grew worse and worse, the fingers around his tail, the tentacles around his legs, all seemingly trying to tear his limbs from his body, until the sensation between his wide-spread cheeks changed, and he could feel something smooth and wet wedge itself forcefully inside his parting flesh. There was a straining standoff for several seconds, then, all at once, Solierre felt his sphincter give in, the entire ring stretching and snapping backward around Turick's glans. The rabbit's entrance must have been getting pressed forward underneath his tail by several inches, as dramatic as that recoil felt. The bunny's eyes went wide, his ears shot straight up over his head. His nose gave a single, quivering twitch. Then he turned his head skyward, opened his muzzle and let out a silent scream, brow creasing and mouth snarling with the straining, aching heat that filled everything from his waist down. He could feel it inside him, squeezed against his pelvis. Against all of his pelvis, the entire wide ring, and it was only thanks to an inch or two of rubbery give in that pillar that the rabbit's hip bone didn't break in half.

It hurt--gods, did it hurt--but not as bad as it should have. He should have felt like he was dying, but somehow he could still think past the pain, could still feel the fullness inside him beyond the straining discomfort.

"Finally," Turick growled. The leopard's paws moved to Solierre's bottom, one palm cupping each cheek and squeezing them inward around the barrel of his shaft just behind his glans. The bunny's legs spasmed in their scaled binds as those tentacles pulled him farther around the feline's gigantic erection, just an inch at first, but then another, and another. An echoing quiver shook the erection ploughing into him, the leopard straining to hold his hips steady. Then a powerful throb made the bunny's hips and waist quake. He could feel it in his belly already, and this time nothing was keeping him from turning his head and looking down over himself.

The bulge was obscene. It still hadn't reached his navel, but it looked like it was trying to burst out of his stomach, as thick as it was. As it crept upward, inch by inch, and the tentacle around his waist unwound itself to swing out of sight behind the leopard, Solierre could feel his kidneys squeezed out to the sides, his entire anatomy making room for the broad column's inexorable advance. By the time it entered his stomach, he swore he could already feel the lowest part of his esophagus stretching open from the sheer swell of it looming right underneath. The bulge made the rabbit's belly button almost disappear, the faintest curves of abdominal muscles visible as they stretched around that girth, higher and higher, until it reached his sternum.

It stopped there, throbbing, pulsing, thick pre gushing out and pooling in front of it, the size of the glans far too great to let a single trickle of it leak past to slicken and sooth the burning stretch of Solierre's insides. A wide, spotted yellow paw reached past his hip, cradled the huge lump swelling out the bunny's middle, and slowly squeezed. The rabbit screwed his eyes shut and tried to squirm away from that fierce grip, his insides flattened between the feline's erection and his palm, but there was nowhere to escape to.

Warm breath made the fine hairs at the edge of his ear flutter, and a deep growl made it fold back. "That's a good toy," Turick rumbled, squeezing harder.

The other three tentacles all uncoiled from around his limbs, and with Turick's paws on his rump and belly, Solierre's shoulders were left to slump forward, held at that angle completely by the erection filling half of his body. His legs wobbled weakly underneath him, still forced apart by the pillar between them, and he found his paws falling on top of Turick's hand, grasping around the fingers that were in turn grasping around the rabbit's overfilled belly.

The rabbit looked down at his feet when they pressed against soft fur, his hind paws resting on top of the leopard's enormous balls. That sack, as big around as a small cart, jiggled underneath him with a shudder from the feline, and he couldn't stop his big toes from curling against it, drawing a pleased groan from Turick. The leopard took Solierre's entire ear in his mouth, and the rabbit trembled as he felt sharp fangs raking lightly against the sensitive skin. Those teeth closed firmly around the end of his ear, and Turick growled out around the long appendage, "Take a deep breath."

The leopard released the rabbit's ear, then, brushing his palm down Solierre's tautly stretched belly and across the bunny's sheath and wobbling balls, once again grasping him by the thighs. Forced to let go of the feline's thick fingers, the rabbit shook his head helplessly and planted his palms at the end of the swell in his gut, right underneath his ribs, as if he could stop it from going any deeper simply by pushing against it with his hands.

Solierre was panting too frantically to draw a deep breath, but the leopard didn't seem to mind. Thick fingers clenched around soft bunny thighs, then pulled, and the rabbit abruptly found himself unable to control his breathing at all as the leopard's girth shoved slowly up past his diaphragm. The bunny's lowest set of ribs creaked, narrower than his pelvis by a wide margin, but somehow, despite the strain, the leopard's tip wedged itself up past that barrier, squishing in just enough to cram itself deeper into the rabbit's chest.

The bunny tried to writhe, his breath forced from his open muzzle as his lungs were crushed out to the sides. He could barely quiver, though, staring wide-eyed at the forested landscape in front of him and seeing none of it. The leopard's tip crammed past the rabbit's ribs, one by one, making Solierre feel like his entire chest would burst apart at any moment. It never did, but the pressure only ever grew as more and more of that erection pushed into the little male's body.

"There it is," Turick moaned, his hand closing over the side of the bunny's chest, forefinger just under the rabbit's hidden nipple. "I can feel your heart racing, Sol. Are you excited? Terrified?" The leopard's erection flexed, growing firmer, making the bunny's ribcage strain even more to contain it. "There's nothing to be afraid of. You were made for this, remember?" The paw still around one of Solierre's thighs gave a sharp tug at the same time as Turick's hips surged forward, and the rabbit's face turned abruptly upward as he felt the huge glans inside him burrow into his neck, his throat swelling with an incredible bulge. It hit the back of his jaw, and he trembled, just waiting for a solid thrust to pop his head clean from his shoulders. Thick, cinnamon flavored pre oozed up over the back of his tongue, enough that he burped out a slimy rope of it that dangled from his chin.

"Relax," the leopard whispered, moving his paw up the rabbit's side and over his throat, all the way to his chin. "You know what's about to happen. Just give in and let it. Open up and let me through, Sol."

For his own sake, Solierre tried to do as he was told, opening his mouth as wide as he could, straining to convince his jaw to unhinge, but it wasn't something he could do on command, and coming from behind, up through his throat, Turick's crown didn't have the same leverage to pop the rabbit's jaw free as it had that morning when it had been stuffed between his lips.

A hiss beside his ear warned him of the serpent tail's approach, that black, predatory face swinging down in front of the rabbit and grinning at Solierre's precarious situation. The snake turned its head to one side and slowly spread its jaws wide, as if demonstrating just how it was done, drool bridging its upper jaw to its lower right in front of the bunny's twitching nose. When Solierre didn't respond--how could he?--the serpent snapped its jaws shut with a wet clap in front of the rabbit's face, shaking with an amused, silent chuckle.

"Stop fighting, Sol," Turick growled. He was pushing harder than ever, his spongey glans trying its best to wedge itself into the gap between the hinges of the bunny's jaw, but with as little success as before. "You're only...making this harder on both of us." Grabbing the rabbit around his bulging waist, the leopard pulled his hips back half a foot or so, then rammed himself forward, but as much as the vicious lunge made Solierre's ears ring, it did nothing to help the leopard impale himself the rest of the way through the little male. Nor did the next thrust, or the next.

Tears were pooling under the bunny's eyes, he was so certain he was about to be killed. Turick was growing more frustrated by the moment, but the rabbit's jaw simply would not yield. Just when he was sure the next lunge would bludgeon his skull clean off his body, Solierre was saved by an unexpected source.

Something smooth slid against the rabbit's skewered bottom, smooth and warm and solid. He wasn't sure what had happened at first, only that Turick had stopped trying to pop his head off like a child with a dandelion. The leopard's tip was still lodged deep in the bunny's throat, kissing up against the back of his head, but when Turick tried to push forward again, that smooth surface merely pressed more firmly against the rabbit's ass, flattening the plush cheeks against it.

Only when the serpent tail gave the rabbit a coy wink did Solierre figure out how he was still alive. The snake had coiled itself around the base of Turick's shaft, the width of its body keeping the leopard's member from delving any deeper into the sleeve of Solierre's frame. The mocking expression the serpent was giving the rabbit didn't comfort him, but at least he was still alive, if growing dizzy from lack of air.

Turick panted over the rabbit's head, then chuckled, his paws letting go of the bunny's legs. The pillar lodged inside the rabbit flexed, swinging Solierre upward, then a second time, making him bob in place. "So be it," the leopard murmured huskily, closing his hands around the bunny's chest and belly, one atop the other with the rabbit's skinny arms pinned underneath. "This will have to do. For now."

As he was dragged up the length of the leopard's phallus, Solierre found breath washing back into him, his lungs filling the void that the shaft had left, only for that breath to burst from his mouth and nose in a sudden gust when Turick slammed his body down again. As the leopard began masturbating with the helpless rabbit's body, each thrust had the same effect, that huge pillar acting as a piston, a plunger that pulled air in and pushed it out of the bunny's chest. And every time he was shoved down, the rabbit's bruised rump smashed against the serpent tail's coiled body just before Turick's tip could burst through Solierre's head.

The bunny's legs swung up and down with his momentum, thumping against the top of Turick's sloshing ballsack over and over again, making that overfilled pouch ripple as the thick slime inside it was stirred around. Solierre barely noticed. After the first couple lunges, he had his eyes screwed shut, his little paws grabbing fistfuls of fur at his hips simply to hold onto something as he was used for the leopard's pleasure.

It was only the beginning. The rabbit tried to distract himself by counting the number of times his backside collided with smooth scales, but his mind kept flickering, thoughts scattering, and he could never count higher than thirty before he lost track. He reached that number several times, though, before Turick used his grip around the rabbit's torso to lever his shaft downward, closer to parallel with the ground, and when Solierre opened his eyes worriedly, he found himself staring at the top of the leopard's pale scrotum. The bunny's legs were spread out to the sides, straddling the upper slopes of those enormous twin orbs, squeezing around them simply due to the tension in his quivering thighs.

Turick held the rabbit still, this time, and began thrusting into him. The leopard's frenzied pace had his balls wobbling between the bunny's legs, those frantic, lust-driven movements making the fluids inside slosh around so much, Solierre could hear thick glorps and gurgles coming from the other side of the leopard's stretched skin and fur. More pre was constantly flowing up the bunny's throat to pool in his mouth before he let it drool down and glaze the fluff under his muzzle, swaying up and down in his vision as he and the huge balls beneath him were jostled.

The feline's rumbling voice came from farther away now. He must have been standing upright, so that he could watch himself plunge in and out of Solierre's backside. "I won't take so long this time, I promise," he murred out with a groan. "There's just... so much pressure..."

That's the last thing Turick said before drilling into the rabbit with renewed fervor, and it was all Solierre could do to hang onto consciousness. He had more air than he knew what to do with this time, his breaths completely under the leopard's control, forcing the rabbit to hyperventilate thanks to the feline's rapid pace. But Solierre was simply overwhelmed. He no longer hurt, at least not so much, the constant, burning friction throughout his entire core gradually mellowing to a numb ache. He found it harder and harder to think straight, as if he really was turning into the colorful toy that Turick kept insisting he was, body and mind.

Something smooth brushed across the side of Solierre's face, and he saw the serpent there from the corner of his eye, nuzzling at him, forked tongue playing against his fur, if unable to get a proper lick in, as much as the bunny was being shaken forward and back. He could feel the thick coil behind him shifting each time his tender rear cheeks flattened against it, squeezing and undulating around Turick's root. The snake moved fully in front of the helpless rabbit, and Solierre found himself unable to look away from the reptile's predatory eyes. It was smiling at him still, its face a black and gold spot of steadiness where the rest of the bunny's world was pure, jarring chaos. Staring into those fiery yellow eyes, he found himself completely unable to form a coherent thought.

And so when the snake's scaled lips pressed against the rabbit's in a slow kiss, he was tilting his head to one side and returning it before he knew what was happening. Twin points tickled at his lips, and he parted them, letting the serpent's scaled tongue slip into his muzzle just as another gush of thick pre filled his little maw and oozed out the corners of his mouth. The snake tilted its head, as well, but kept one eye locked on the bunny's, that darkly mischievous grin still visible as it explored his pre-glazed palate. From above, Turick let out a low groan from the sight, his paws squeezing tighter around the furry sleeve of Soleirre's body.

The rabbit let himself be lulled into the strange intimacy, his eyes narrowing weakly, but never closing, not with the snake's yellow gaze still locked on him. With his bludgeoned insides feeling more heat now than pain, he almost forgot that he was being raped, that at any moment Turick might take things too far and accidentally kill him. He almost forgot everything entirely, his peripheral vision a blur, only that slitted pupil and the fiery hues around it clearly visible. The bunny's lips closed, suckling around the snake's tongue with a silent whimper, both of their faces still getting jostled constantly by Turick's unending rut. He felt its forked tip teasing over the back of his own tongue, far enough that the leopard behind him let out a surprised gasp when he felt it tickle his crown at the end of his thrusts. The snake's lips pursed, a satisfied hiss resonating through Solierre's muzzle as he made out with the reptilian tail, feeling his plump little sheath swelling in response to the unexpected affection.

Then the serpent's lips slid slowly wider, its tongue retreating from the bunny's muzzle as those shining black lips gradually surrounded the rabbit's chin and twitching nose. Warm wetness wrapped around the bunny's muzzle until those scaled lips were right in front of his eyes, and then, that quickly, he was blinded by the inside of the serpent's mouth, saliva matting down the fur over every curve and angle of his face.

The rabbit was slow to react. By the time he realized what was happening and his ears shot up in alarm, the long appendages were already getting pushed back down again, his face pressing into the serpent's throat with a wet, messy squelch that resounded from every direction around him.

Solierre's body gave a fitful, panicked jerk, his left leg managing a spastic kick against the leopard's bobbing teste, but Turick didn't stop humping into him. If anything, the huge feline sped up, his shaft throbbing even more as the back corners of the snake's mouth hooked against the bunny's slender shoulders. A smooth, side to side shake of the serpent's face plopped Solierre's shoulders inside the reptilian cheeks, and more rippling, methodical swallows pulled the creature farther down the rabbit's upper body.

The bunny's nose kept twitching, his lungs still getting squeezed full and empty by Turick's ramming erection and forcing him to breathe long gouts of the snake's breath. It wasn't rank; it even had a touch of cinnamon to it. But what had Solierre quivering and trying futilely to cry out was the tinge of golden retriever on the snake's breath. A part of him still hoped that wherever he'd wound up, Colem was still alive. He couldn't hear anything, though, aside from the constant squishes and squelches pressing in around his ears.

He could feel Turick's paws leave him as the snake surrounded more of his torso, keeping his arms pinned even more securely against his sides. Those firm jaws pressed around his chest and waist, the serpent's chin squeezing up against the thick swell of the pillar rutting in and out of his the rabbit's belly. It paused there, holding Solierre steady for the leopard to keep thrusting into, little more than the bunny's tail and jiggling bottom jutting from the snake's spread jaws.

Its forked tongue crept out, teasing across the lower slope of the rabbit's cock-distended belly, until he could feel it flick around the sides of his sheath, licking over the downy fur covering that lump of flesh. It reached further, and Solierre could feel his plump genitals bouncing against it each time they wobbled forward from the leopard's lunges. They were drawn tight in the bunny's scrotum, the belly of the feline's shaft dragging constantly along the back of the rabbit's sack. The snake pushed against the front of Solierre's balls with its tongue, forcing them back between his thighs enough that the coil of the serpent's body started slamming up against them each time Turick rammed himself home.

The snake swallowed again, and its nose pressed against the top of Solierre's little tail. The forked tongue pulled back until its twin tips were at the entrance to the bunny's sheath, pressing and kneading along those fuzzy lips until, both at the same time, they plopped inside the stretchy, fleshy pouch. The bunny's ears flexed against their wet encasement when the serpent's tongue curled around his sheathed member, gliding across the smooth flesh, but it pulled back after drawing just a few unsteady twitches from the rabbit's penis.

Then the snake's jaws clamped down hard around the rabbit's waist, and abruptly tugged him completely free of the leopard's erection.

Solierre gasped as cool air washed again up the tunnel of his body, his legs flailing behind him as he was swung from side to side, then upended. Completely upside down, he felt a wave of dizziness as blood rushed to his head, feet kicking and legs wriggling as he tried to find some point of leverage to keep the sudden rush of swallows from pulling him any farther into the serpent's gullet. His wide hips squeezed into the snake's throat no matter how he squirmed, and his thighs were soon pinned together, all his struggling only seeming to make him slip deeper into Turick's living tail.

The bunny was in up to his knees before his ankles were snatched up in a pair of thick feline paws. There was a powerful tug from both directions, then a long, determined pull. The rabbit slipped backward a few inches, and his heart skipped a beat with both hope and dread before the snake's jaws clamped down hard around his butt, squishing the round cheeks under its drooling gums.

The rabbit's plush buttocks were squeezed upward as the paws around his ankles clenched with a stronger pull, and when the serpent's grip around him faltered, if only by a split second, he was yanked almost all the way free, his arms and torso suddenly exposed again to the open air. The serpent clamped its mouth shut around his head, though, keeping him blinded, but his folded-back ears were right at the corners of the snake's mouth, and he could hear Turick's growl rivalling the serpent's angry hiss. The leopard moved his paws to the bunny's dripping hips, digging fingers and claws into the little male's soft pelt, and pulled again, but the snake's hold around Solierre's head was relentless. Any moment now, he was sure his neck would prove the weakest part of the three of them, but just before that could happen, Turick stopped pulling and moved a paw away from the rabbit's hip.

Then a solid impact crashed against the side of Solierre's head through the snake's face, making sparks fly against the dark canvas of his eyelids. Turick punched the serpent again, this time right between the eyes, making its upper jaw clamp that much harder around the back of Solierre's neck, but this time it finally recoiled and spat the rest of the bunny free. Turick was still pulling, and the leopard staggered backward, the rabbit's legs and butt thumping wetly against his chest.

With a snarl, Turick spun the rabbit around to face him, grabbed Solierre around the waist, and shoved him brutally down around his abandoned shaft, all the way back to the serpent's coil. It was a single instant of explosive, stretching heat, and the bunny's eyes rolled, jaw gaping from the shock of it, his spread legs quivering out at Turick's sides. Solierre thought he actually blacked out for an instant, but when he could see clearly again, the leopard and the snake were still glaring at each other above his head, hissing and growling angrily. "This one isn't yours," Turick snarled, punctuating his sentence by squeezing around the rabbit's waist, his thumbs clamped over the top of his embedded phallus.

The serpent hissed louder and started to uncoil from around the base of the leopard's erection, but he leaned forward slightly closer to its face, shortening the distance between their glares, and the snake slowly squeezed its body around the feline's cock again. "Better," Turick rumbled. He slid the rabbit's body up to his tip, then slammed him down again, a rope of pre flinging once more from the bunny's open mouth as the leopard resumed masturbating with the little male ruthlessly.

The sentient tail moved to one side, catching Solierre's eyes with its malicious glare. Gone was all its mischief and false affection. It looked nothing but hungry, now, and furious that it had been denied its meal.

Turick didn't seem to notice. He was working himself closer and closer to his orgasm, and had his eyes narrowed to slits as he watched the shape of his engorged penis gliding up and down through the thin layer of rabbit fluff in his grip. Solierre's arms were free, but all he could do with them was reach up and grasp at the leopard's thumbs, the bunny's legs bending and tucking up to his sides to keep from swinging so wildly, big toes splayed wide above his overwhelmed head.

That sight seemed to mollify the leopard, lust overcoming his temper, and he started moaning again as he bred his rabbit. Once he was truly back in his rut, his upper pair of tentacles slowly returned over his shoulders, and he glanced at them both almost suspiciously until they moved to Solierre's face, caressing around his ears and muzzle. Somehow, the rabbit didn't think the serpent was in the mood to make amends, but he barely noticed the tentacles until one pressed against the front of his nose and dragged down against his closed lips. It pushed there until he gave in, unable to keep his mouth closed for long with the urgency of Turick's thrusts rocking him back and forth. The smooth, scaled tentacle squeezed into the rabbit's maw, making little forward and back movements over the bunny's tongue that mimicked the leopard's lunges. The second tentacle prodded beside the first, and Solierre's ears stopped flopping behind his head to stand at nervous attention as it wedged itself into the corner of his mouth, the two scaled tips utterly filling his muzzle.

Turick's narrowed eyes opened, and he fixed another glare at the snake's head where it hovered beside them. It just gave him a nonplussed, smug look in return. "Don't you dare," the leopard began, shaking his head, but his scowl was wiped from his face to be replaced with a shocked grimace, his teeth clenching as he hissed in a startled breath. Solierre couldn't see what had happened, but he recognized that expression easily. It was the same look the bunny must have had when a tendril had first plunged its way up under his tail. The rabbit was almost positive that Turick had just lost his anal virginity to his own tentacle.

The feline's dick gave a powerful throb. His arms slowed down, still dragging Solierre up and down that turgid length, but at a gradual pace that let them both feel every single inch of its relentless progress. "Ng...ah! Sol, I'm...I'm gonna..."

It was all the warning the bunny had before Turick's giant scrotum convulsed underneath him, the leopard's erection pushing all the way to the rabbit's neck and turning to fleshy steel with its clench.

And in the same instant, the two tentacles in the bunny's mouth stuffed themselves deeper until they were both plugging his throat.