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A brief description for a litter of rabbits: They are all brothers, born just outside the warren, where the parents were taken by predators (elil). Each brother was adopted by a separate mother.

Spruce - Wild slate-grey hair. He was raised by permissive parents. He was allowed to explore outside the warren, at an early age. He became involved with a religious cult, located far away. He kept the cult secret from the home warren. His brother, Ethrinus, knows about the cult, but does not speak of it. Spruce will sometimes have calcium powder coated over his front paws. Very wise. Storyteller.

Cedar - Smooth burned-orange hair. He was sheltered and kept confined to safe areas. Raised by authoritative parents: a digging mother and bobstone-playing father. He has an affinity for stone. He likes to lift large and heavy stones, just to make them roll. Despite extensive sheltering, he was once almost taken by a fox (homba), but he struggled and escaped, after being carried an extensive distance. He was recovered by his brothers, Spruce and Ethrinus. Cedar is a largest of the brothers. Very strong. Bite-mark scar the back of his neck.

Alder - Smooth slate-grey hair. Raised by his authoritarian father, General Cypress, and his mate (Alyssum). He was once a member of Owsla (warren guards), but was incarcerated after failing to perform a crucial order, which resulted in another member of Owsla, Ulmus, being killed. He was disowned by his father, yet his adopting mother is still close. Every night on the full moon, he is visited by the ghost of Ulmus. Ethrinus is the only one, besides Alder, who can see Ulmus. Very agile. Declawed by his father.

Ethrinus - Name means "going away." Smooth pale blonde hair. No real structure to his raising, yet neglectfully shared amongst the matriarchs. He suffers from a strange addiction that involves emotions. Whenever he or another rabbit feels intense emotions including fear, hate, love or sadness- he feeds on them. He can sense the emotions of other rabbits, including their directions and distances. Stronger emotions are clearer, especially his brothers' emotions. The warren thinks that he is becoming frightened (tharn) in these cases, but he's actually on some kind of intense high. The matriarchs have taught him how to control the intake of emotion, but Ethrinus deliberately slips. He gives in. Others feel a little calmer when around him. He has an attraction that exceeds beyond the physical realm.

Chapter 1 - Fliss Hollows

There were four rabbits, all waiting near a vineyard, under a dark and starry sky. The night had a strange scent to it unlike any other. The vineyard was ripening with thousands of grapes, waiting to be picked. This night felt unnatural. "I regret coming tonight," said a wild and grey rabbit. "No. You are afraid to disobey the matriarchs," said the thinnest of the brothers. The three brothers slowly turned, facing the thin strand of gold that gleefully made that remark.

"Do you ever think that you're wrong about how we feel?" asked the wild grey rabbit. "I've never been wrong," replied the pale gold rabbit, gleefully. "I've tasted your fear before and I know it well." "Tastes like rainwater," the largest auburn rabbit recalled. "Yours tastes like metal," replied the pale gold rabbit. "And today, it's copper."

The wild grey shifted his position slightly, within the clearing. "We should all respect what the matriarchs demand of us. Afterall, they are a little bigger than us, except for maybe Cedar...?" "I'm the biggest there is!" exclaimed the large auburn rabbit with a smile. "I would have rather gone to the vineyard tonight, though. Pick some of that plump flayrah while counting the stars, snuggling my Iris..." "She's coming!" warned the pale gold.

The brothers scrambled as they all stood up, backs facing each other, so they could see in all directions. There was a soft rustling in the glades nearby. It was drawing closer. "You're right, Ethrinus. I fear the matriarchs!" said a fearful grey brother. "Don't worry, Alder. She's not angry," Ethrinus replied with comfort. "Then why are we still acting scared?" the wild grey asked.

A tall, slender and white female rabbit stepped into the clearing. Her enormous body loomed over them. She looked down upon the four brothers, with her violet and glowing eyes. She retorted, "Because you are wise to fear the unknown, Spruce." Spruce was looking up at her, in awe. She knew his name and spoke it with an eerie emphasis. Alder's jaw dropped while he brought both his paws against his chest, hiding his empty claw-holes. Cedar smiled weakly and began to rub one of his paws behind his neck. Rivers of fear began to flow into Ethrinus. He began to feel light, shaking a little.

Had they all stood erect, the ears on Cedar might have passed the level of the matriarch's head. With her ears, she towered above them all. She wore violet, silky strands that wrapped loosely around her body. They seemed to be weightless, as though they were floating underwater. Her body was smooth and shaded perfectly, under the night sky. She glared. Her violet eyes pierced them. The brothers stood this way for several seconds. Then, she closed her eyes and smiled.

"Good boys. Follow me," the matriarch said as she turned and walked through the glades, where she slowly began to hum a tune. "Which one is she?" asked Spruce. "Betony," replied Ethrinus. "Is there more than one?" asked Alder. "Are you all tharn!?" Betony inquired forcefully, over her shoulder, "Start walking!" The brothers scrambled and began moving through the glade. The smile on Betony reappeared as she continued humming.

She had a strange gait. Her violet silks fluctuated between tight and loose fitting. Her body was carried by long, slender legs that wavered like trees in the wind. Her tail would wiggle every once in a while. When she moved through the glades, Cedar was a little puzzled how she effortlessly waded through. Her silks never seemed to catch on anything. Naturally, it required a notable amount of physical effort to stride through this kind of sawgrass. How was she moving ahead so gracefully? Were the glades parting for her? What about their tracks? Surely, any elil would be able to track them. Her singing, while beautiful, would certainly give away their position. When Cedar looked back, the terrain was completely unscathed. They had been walking for quite some time, before questions began to manifest. Had they been going straight this entire time?

"Is she some kind of witch?" whispered Spruce. "What makes you think that?" replied Ethrinus in whisper. "She's trying to make us lose track of where we're going," whispered Spruce. "I thought we were going straight this entire time?" Ethrinus asked. "What? We've been walking around stones every step of the way!" Alder exclaimed. "Has my brother gone blind? It's been sawgrass the entire way!" Cedar argued. "I could have sworn we were going uphill," stated Spruce. Ethrinus stopped and spoke off topic, "I can sense a deer, nearby..." Betony suddenly stopped and looked over her shoulder, glaring at the brothers. The sudden cessation of her humming and movement was powerful. Everyone came to a dead stop. The silence was ringing. "Shhhh! Keep quiet," she glared for a brief moment, unmoving, before returning to her lead with a smile.

They walked further. Spruce was totally lost. He had been everywhere around the warren, yet this place was completely unknown. None of this made any sense. He was just about to interrogate Betony about it, but then she began to slow down. Her humming stopped. She stopped. "We're here," Betony whispered. They had stopped in front of a large wall of rock.

Betony put both her paws on the wall and began whispering a chant. The brothers looked at each other in puzzlement. A surge of violet light began to form a line along the wall. The glowing line flowed and traced, until a circular outline began to glow. Betony then took hold of two handholds and began to pull. Her muscles became taught as a haunting strength gathered in her slender body. There was a rumble. Betony struggled. The rumbling began to fade. She collapsed, gasping for air. Cedar rushed to her aid.

"My body is getting too old for this..." Betony managed to surge through her lips. Ethrinus had his eyes transfixed on a single space. Spruce was nodding, as though he had confirmed a critical thought in his mind. Alder put one paw on the rock face and began studying it intently, sniffing at the air, noticing the slight violet glow that still lingered. "Let me take care of it," Cedar volunteered. "Yes," Betony remembered while slowly returning to her feet, "Let's see how strong you are."

Alder directed Cedar to where the handholds were. Alder then stepped out of the way. Cedar took hold, but first began clawing at the earth below, with his feet, in preparation. When his feet took root, he inhaled a deep breath and held it, while tightening his core. He began to pull. The glow on the wall began to return at full strength. His body, while shorter than Betony's, was fuller and more muscular. The scars lining his neck seemed to shrink as his muscles flexed. The rumbling returned. It would have been completely unnatural, but Cedar's grunting began to sound over the grinding of rock. The rock was moving. When the glow faded, the door was open. Cedar let go and gasped for breath.

The brothers congratulated Cedar for his remarkable achievement. Betony moved to him, grabbed his arms and looked down upon him, smiling. Her face slowly loomed closer, halted, indecisively bobbed back and forth, before she whispered in his long ear, "Ethrinus was right about you. You're as good as he said." Cedar looked blankly into space for a moment, before turning to her, smiling. "Come now, let's journey below," said Betony and she motioned towards the opening. Spruce had something to say, "What if we had all just worked together to pull on the stone? Wouldn't it have been much easier?" "Shut-up!" all the others retorted. When they all entered, the soft violet glow radiated as Cedar pulled the rock back. Sealed.

There was a soft luminescence on the cavern walls, ranging in colours from violets to blues to whites and reds. The rabbits could see full well in the dark, but the colours accentuated their visions well. They tread down the decline of smooth stone floor, continually heading downward. Some of the brothers sniffed, noting the various odors that belonged to other rabbits, who had previously walked down here. The lights and colours became brighter. There was a strange sound ahead. Whispers, coming from many rabbits, which could be from what sounded like a large, echoing chamber. They were close. Betony stepped aside, flattened her tall and slender body against the wall, gently gesturing the brothers to step past her and into the next room. The brothers hesitated, but not any longer than they dared and they slowly moved around a corner.

Female rabbits. A chamber of female rabbits. They had eyes of all colours, ears of different lengths and coats of all the colors of the earth. They basked in the radiance of one another. Their shyness and slyness were enough to make one's heart stop. The brothers had never seen so many does so close together. Spruce's eyes never opened so wide. Cedar's body tightened, holding the heaviest weight that never existed. Alder gave a cold stare, but it was melting fast. Ethrinus' mind was lost, further in his forest of emotions than ever before. The brothers began to pant.

The females were eyeing the entirety of the brothers' bodies. A single one of these females was enough to make these males heated, as though some kind of magic was used. But this many females? There were enough to make the yarns unspool from the males' loins faster than ever before. The brothers felt emptiness in their abdomens. The fabric of their loins knitted and untied simultaneously. Their gazes were becoming locked. They were going tharn.

Spruce tried to take a step back, but he was held fast by a powerful grip. His body brushed against blue silks. He gazed upward, desperately. He tried to ask why, but a quiet sigh was all that left him. He stared into the eyes of a powerful matriarch. "Are you afraid of them?" whispered the blue matriarch. Spruce shed a tear, while nodding. "Let me show you something," the blue matriarch whispered, smiling. Spruce felt his body being lifted off the ground, carried like a kitten. He was carried a short distance, before being set down into a silky nest, where he was swarmed by a small clique of whispering and sibilant female rabbits. "Gently girls," the matriarch cooed and smiled. The blue matriarch seemed to hover as she moved to a precipice high above. Her eyelids almost closed completely while she smiled in Spruce's direction.

Cedar's legs were beginning to buckle. He was just about to fall, but Betony channelled strength into him with her voice. "Iris is here," Betony said encouragingly. Cedar was instantly captivated. His eyes frantically searched through the lake of females, but he could not see her. "Let me guide you," Betony said as she took Cedar by a paw. They walked through the lake of female rabbits, which parted for Betony's arrival. Cedar closed his eyes, feeling soft and warm bodies brushing up against him. The lake was so creamy and smooth. Paws took handfuls of grips of his muscular body, before unfurling and sliding from him, as he kept walking. "Open your eyes, Cedar," whispered Betony.

Cedar opened his eyes and saw a beautiful formation of female rabbits, which parted as he travelled further. Layers of eyes, sighs and whispers were looming in all directions. The ones in front kept parting. Further. Finally, nested in the center of a pile of silks and female bodies, was Iris. "Cedar?" Iris shyly asked. "Iris?" Cedar panted. Iris quivered, slowly standing up as the other females' paws slid down from her body, revealing her beautiful radiance. So was so slender and toned. She was wrapped in pink silks. Her thighs rubbed against each other while her tail was slightly wiggling. Both her paws cupped over her mouth. She was shy, shivering and yearning for Cedar. "Hold me..." she pleaded. Cedar moved closer and took the little, white rabbit into his arms, warming her.

Alder watched as his largest brother, Cedar, slowly vanished into the lake of female rabbits. By some strange form of habit, Alder had both his paws joined together, at the wrists, hanging down in front of him. He was panting in fear. He watched as he saw Betony, the violet-silked matriarch, emerge from the lake. She sensually made her way to the top precipice, next to the blue-silked matriarch. They both wore proud smiles beneath closed eyes. Alder was just about to scream, but an enormous paw covered his mouth, stinging him as he elicited a muffled cry. "Now it's your turn," whispered a powerful and female voice. Alder looked up and saw red. Red silks and petals. His body felt like it was held in the thorns of a bed of roses. Her claws were pricking him, drawing drops of blood. His body twitched and convulsed, causing more lesions. "Stop struggling. Everything is going to be fine, I promise," soothed the rabbit in red. Alder found so much truth in her words. She was so right. His body began to feel more calm and relaxed. Her grip began to loosen. "This way..." she beckoned.

Alder's legs felt like they were moving on their own. His paws were still "bound" in front of him as he followed the tall white female in red. Her red strands were constantly lapping at him. They felt like rose petals. Maybe he should rush toward Cedar's location? Find him and escape? What if this whole thing is a trap? His eyes wandered, searching frantically for his taken brothers. Only Ethrinus remained at the entrance, lost in his throes of emotional ecstasy. Alder knew that he and his brothers were all going to be lost in this lake of does and silks.

Alder thought of running away, but that made the fresh piercings on his body hurt. He noticed that a berth was constantly reforming around the red matriarch, ahead of him, as she strode forward. There was something frightening, however, as the berth spread a little wider as he tracked her. He looked at the females, drawing further away from him. Their faces were frightened. They clung to each other and tried desperately to get as much distance away from him as possible. Alder knew why this was happening: he was once a prisoner. He bowed his head and looked down as he kept walking. "None of these does will ever love me," Alder thought to himself. "A clawless, reject of a rabbit, like me," Alder said to himself, while looking down at his "bound" paws. The tips of his paws were scarred. Alder bumped into the red matriarch- it was like walking into a tree. She placed one paw upon his back, spanning across both his shoulders. She leaned down to look into his eyes. Her eyes were hauntingly beautiful and red. "Give these to them," she commanded, setting a pair of roses into his "bound" paws. Alder felt his paws and shoulders being pricked. "I'll be watching you..." she warned with a glare.

The red matriarch retracted her burning gaze from Alder as she stepped aside for him. He was left standing alone. He looked forward and saw two densely muscular female rabbits. Every fiber of their bodies was swollen with tight, lean and solid muscle. They had peach colored hair and lop ears, tied behind their heads. One donned a white ribbon while the other donned a black. "Hello brother," they said in unison. "Sisters!?" Alder gasped, dropping the roses.

Ethrinus' eyes never blinked. He was lost in his own forest of ecstasy, surrounded by trees, each with leaves of all different colors. He inhaled odors from hundreds of different flowers. His pupils dilated and constricted. He was high on the joys and fears of other creatures. They felt so good to feel. His body needed no air. The emotions breathed for him. He tasted them. He heard a young, soft female voice calling out to him. "Ethrinus," he heard. His body shook, but from forces outside his world. 'Ethrinus, wake up!" he heard. The leaves began to fall. The flowers lost their petals. Snow was beginning to form. Winter was happening in a matter of seconds. The sun was being overcastted by clouds. It became colder.

"Ethrinus!" spoke the white matriarch. "....yes?" said Ethrinus, slowly awakening. "You let their feelings flow into you again." "Kada?" Ethrinus asked. The white matriarch embraced the dazed and drunken male rabbit. She squeezed firmly. "Now you know why winter is so needed," Kada remarked into Ethrinus' ear. Ethrinus returned the embrace, feeling a little more in control of himself now.

Both rabbits were pale-gold and almost the exact same height. They slowly broke the embrace and looked into each other's eyes. Ethrinus, as well as his brothers, had garnet eyes. Kada's eyes were black, with a blue glint of sapphire blue, every once in a while. For a matriarch, she was notably younger and smaller than the other three of her kind. "I want it to stay winter in here," Kada demanded softly, while tapping her paw on Ethrinus' head. "Some flowers keep growing in the snow," Ethrinus complained. "Those beautiful lilies," Kada cooed.

Ethrinus tried to pick the lilies in his mind and give them to Kada, but he could never take hold of them. The emotions remained lodged in the snow. The winter in his mind kept the other flora from overwhelming him- a technique he learned from Kada. She took both his paws into hers and pulled him towards the lake of female rabbits. They became surrounded by whispers and sighs. The sleek, smooth females began to undulate against their bodies. They both raised each other's paws, smiled at one another and sank down, into the lake of female bodies. They lowered themselves until they were out of sight. The enclosing females sighed with whispering exhales.

Spruce was comfortably nestled on his back, upon a bed of silks. He had fascinated the female rabbits around him, with his stories about the ways other animals mated. He told them how he saw enormous grizzly bears, sometimes pushing down trees, in order to impress their mates. He told them how male stags rammed each other's antlers, impressing their does. A stag's antlers were strong, but they leeched away the strength from their bones, inside their bodies. Stags had one unwritten rule: no striking each other below the antlers, during a contest for a doe. Sometimes, this rule was broken.

Every once in a while, during the storytelling, Spruce's garnet eyes would trace the seams of silks that were lining the female's breasts and loins. One beautiful female, coated in the deepest red and chestnut fur that Spruce had ever seen, slowly crawled up and straddled him, with her fine body, showing off her slim muscular core. She looked like a hare. She had a naturally arched back that her loins traced perfectly. Her hind legs, naturally used to make her run fast, were gripping onto him. She slid her thighs around Spruce's waist, clamping him right where she wanted. She smiled down at him, staring into him with her dark, glistening eyes. She slowly raised her toned arms toward her chest, running her paws along the seams of her green silks, before sliding them off and tossing them away. Her chest had slight, firm breasts. Her nipples were small, but made noticeable bulges from her fur. She inhaled the wild scent of Spruce, reminding her of forests from far away.

Another doe was fascinated by Spruce. Her eyes wandered over his wild, grey coat. She was a cute, young cottontail. She had brushed grey-brown hair, combed with black and white flecks. She saw the slight twitch in Spruce's long ears. After breathing in the scent of Spruce, her fragile mind became dissolved in a haze. She felt affected by running waters, ferns, winds and rains. An unexpected shiver passed through her body. Unconsciously, she crawled around the straddling hare and brought her face close to Spruce. The straddling hare brought her face down to him as well. The three of them were very close. Spruce oriented his head so that their faces were angled perfectly. Unconsciously, the three wet their lips and moved closer until their lips almost touched. Their breaths escalated. They all closed their eyes and their mouths all touched, yet quickly retreated, after they briefly kissed. They all opened their eyes, smiled, then involuntary joined again. The soft fabrics of their lips quivered, but began to melt into one. The cottontail kept her mouth puckered tightly, while the hare and Spruce massaged and nibbled. Spruce ran his paws gently along the cheek of the cottontail, trying to get her to relax and loosen her lips. She hadn't kissed before; such innocence bringing a slight smile on Spruce. He was enjoying it, because the cottontail began to run her paws through his long ears.

Spruce felt kneading on his arms and traces along his neck. Although he was blinded by lust, he knew the straddling hare used her paws to grip his wrists, sinking him down into the silks, where she rested his wrists on both sides of his head. The three-way kiss never ceased as they all moved him down. He was pinned. He was helpless. All he could do was join his lips with these two beautiful females, massaging harder than ever before.

Spruce heard soft moans and sighs flow into his caressed ears. "He's so handsome..." he heard from a shy voice. "Take me far away with you," he heard from another. "Let me..." He felt a paw, weighing lightly, run through the thick, grey and lush fur on his chest. Another paw joined in, wandering over his waist and stomach, before going lower. Spruce moaned into his wet kiss, with an agony he always wanted to feel. The hare and cottontail moaned back, feeding more agony to him. He felt his clothes being unravelled and stripped from him. During his stripping, he turned his head from the kiss, feeling his lips being sucked by the hare as he slowly pulled away. The cottontail panted heavily, forgetting to breathe during the kiss. Spruce looked to his side and glimpsed several females, stripping themselves, pulling down their silks, forming puddles around their feet, like slender trees losing their leaves. His vision was about to refocus on them entirely, but the red hare, on top of him, wanted him to return home. His wrist was temporarily unrestrained as he felt the last of his clothes being pulled from his body, leaving him naked. The hare used her free paw to turn Spruce's head, lining him up for another insatiable kiss. She squeezed harder with her straddling thighs and pinned him again. She sighed with content, knowing that this was perfect for them both. The cottontail took a deep breath before plunging her head down, meeting the hare and Spruce, again. She began to massage with her lips as well.

Cedar and Iris stood, pressed and embracing each other, with Iris on her tiptoes. Cedar gently ran his paws over Iris' back, caressing the button-loop on her panties, just above her tail, which was flicking every now and again. She ran her paws across his chest, exploring the outlines of his body. Her body was so slender and toned. His was so muscular and defined. They were both so innocent. So pure. The female onlookers held each other, awing at how romantic the couple looked. Iris felt so much relief as she rubbed her inner thighs together, moving her hips like she was in a slow dance, balancing herself upon her dainty tiptoes. She looked up at Cedar, with her darkly pronounced eyes. Her coat was as white as snow, yet a soft pink could be found on the inside of her ears, matching her pink silks. She had one defining feature: her dark eyes were encircled by black bands of fur. This midnight sheen would forever surround her eyes.

A surge went through Cedar, when he felt Iris' body press harder into his. He could feel her smooth, firm and modest breasts surrounding his heart. He could feel her heart beating. She brought one paw behind his neck, tracing the scars there. "I dreamed this would happen," she whispered up at him. "We were supposed to kiss in the vineyard, under the stars," Cedar softly reminded her. "Like this?"

Cedar and Iris had kissed before, but never like this. They brought their faces close to one another as Cedar lifted Iris off her toes. The fabric of their lips met as they both closed their eyes. Without rehearsal, both their mouths partly opened, simultaneously, before their tongues touched. This was meant to be: be born, find each other, fall deeply in love, bring their hearts close to one another and kiss this way. New sensations flooded their bodies. This is what their hearts yearned for; the smoothness and slickness of their tongues, dancing and folding over each other, becoming stronger and warmer. Their shyness still lingered, keeping their tongues shallow, which was perfect for them. This perfection was intact for several moments, like a rare flower that blossoms only once for that precious moment.

Cedar began to lose his grip, however, because the smoothness and slickness of Iris' silk-covered body was causing her to slide down. He desperately tried to tell her, but all he could send into her was a desperate moan, trying to restore his grip. He lashed his paws from her waist, onto her smooth bottom and squeezed hard, which caused her to slip further. Her eyes flashed open as she sent an intense moan back into him. Her tail fluttered. Her eyes rolled lazily upward, before closing, as she sent another moan into him, reassuring this time. Her delicate arms were slipping from his hard and smooth muscles, sliding across his sculpted arms, where she squeezed hard with her paws.

The kiss finally unravelled as Iris slid down, back onto her toes. They stared at one another for a moment. "Tell me you love me," Iris whispered up at Cedar. "I love you with all my heart, all my strength," Cedar said while gazing into her dark eyes. "How do you love me?" Iris asked, looking up with smiling anticipation. Iris' dark eyes were positioned beneath Cedar's eyes as they looked at one another; red gems that could fall into her voids. Cedar thought for a brief moment before saying, "I wish to tie my happiness to your heart. I wish to set your heart free. Watch as it soars, bringing my happiness higher than ever before." Iris wagged her tail as a surge went through her body. Then, she wrapped her arms tightly around Cedar, burying her face into his chest while listening to his heart. She rubbed her thighs together and swayed her hips. Iris said into Cedar, "We love you, too."

Cedar's long ears perked, but before he could contemplate what he just heard, Iris unburied her body from him. She looked up, standing up on her tiptoes, closing her eyes, beckoning for another kiss. Cedar smiled, captivated again, before slowly lowering his head while closing his eyes. Just when their lips were about to join, Iris flashed a mischievous smile and positioned both her paws against Cedar's chest, giving him a forceful shove. Cedar was sent careening backward. His eyes flashed open, glimpsing the widest smile Iris ever showed him. Cedar was just about to fall, but his balance was saved as his body was taken into the firm grip of navy paws.

Cedar's heart thrashed as he tried to look at his captor, standing behind him. He glimpsed the navy coat of another rabbit, from the corner of his eyes. "Wha-what's happening?" asked Cedar. He felt a paw, gripping his chin, moving his face back towards Iris' direction. "Keep watching her," the navy rabbit spoke in a soft soothing voice. Cedar was about to struggle, but he saw Iris' beautiful body begin to dance.

He was instantly fascinated by what he saw. His body began to sink down to the silks below, as the navy paws guided him down. Iris shyly smiled, staring into Cedar, as she raised her arms up high. She began to move like fluid, flowing in one continuous rhythm. Her slender waist began to ebb and flow, while her hips sank and climbed. She brought her paws down slowly as she continued these sinuous movements. She slowly began to bow her head. She fanned her paws, sliding them down her breasts and belly, curving her head down until her long ears wilted down. She quickly slid her paws back up again, across her breasts, tossing her head back, causing her beautiful long ears to whip back in a crescent motion. Her arms completed this movement, by rising up to the heavens. She continued these circulations, slowly turning her body, accentuating the movements of her hips as she showed off her bottom. Her body had such gentle lines and perfect shapes. Her tail matched her features perfectly. She began to glide her paws over her smooth bottom as she slowly kept rotating, twitching her tail. She whipped her head and ears back again, showing Cedar this beautiful crescent motion from the side. Cedar's heart was skipping beats.

"Why are you doing this?" Spruce asked. The red hare responded with a predatory growl, causing her warm breath to brush over Spruce's face. The scent had a mixture of grapes and alcohol. The cottontail, also lying next to spruce, ran her sensitive paws across Spruce's exposed chest, feeling his heart. Spruce found this to be a suitable answer, for now. The red hare brought her face close to the cottontail and whispered something into her ears. There was a sudden perk of the cottontail's ears as her eyes went wide. She turned to look into the dark, glistening eyes of the red hare, in attempt to be sure of what she heard. The red hare growled into the face of the cottontail. Without hesitation, the young cottontail nodded and stood up on her feet in earnest.

The cottontail trembled as she reached for the seams of the red hare's panties. While still pinning Spruce, the red hare unfastened her thighs from his waist, raising her rump into the air. The cottontail's reach had missed, resulting in her paws sliding over the red hare's powerful thighs and legs. The red hare tilted her head down, causing her long ears to fall upon Spruce, as she looked behind her, at the trembling cottontail. Another growl was sent towards the incompetent cottontail, triggering her actions: the button-loop was unfastened and the green silks were pulled off down, from the red's toned bottom, down her thighs and off her feet. The cottontail admired the generous dollop of fluff that formed the red hare's tail. It looked surprisingly cute. The cottontail returned to her business as she flung the green silks away, to a pair of nearby female rabbits, who both slid their paws over this new treasure with quizzical looks in their eyes.

The red hare flung her head and ears, demanding the cottontail to return. When the trembling rabbit made her way back, the red hare whispered into her ears again, with a raspy voice. The cottontail slowly nodded at the message. The cottontail's eyes went wide, full of both fear and curiosity. She moved to Spruce's head, facing the straddling red hare. The cottontail's thighs began to lower, aiming her bottom to land near Spruce's head and ears. She lowered herself, into a w-sitting position, until she pinned his ears down with her groin. Her warm thighs held his head in place. The red hare unpinned Spruce. His paws shot up to feel the smooth, firm fabric of the red hare's exposed breasts. Spruce tried to raise his head, but his ears tugged under the cottontail's loins. He moaned loudly in protest, but it was drowned by the moans of the cottontail, who felt his ears drag under her vagina. The moans of the red hare were loud as her breasts were gripped. She feverishly grasped at the cottontail's delicate paws, yanked them down onto Spruce's wrists, where they all wrestled and squeezed one another, before bringing Spruce's wrists down again. Now, the cottontail was pinning Spruce.

The red hare arched her back, while straddling Spruce. She brought both her paws to her breasts and caressed herself, above him. She started to rock her hips. She repositioned her body, exposing Spruce's member. Both the red hare and cottontail could see that Spruce's erection was building fast. Spruce tried to look down at the seam between him and the red hare, but his ears tugged underneath the cottontail's vagina again, causing her to moan upward. The cottontail opened her mouth wide, lolling her tongue out, trying to lick the heavens. She then brought her head down to look at the seam, between the red hare and Spruce. The cottontail panted, with her tongue out, over what she saw.

Spruce could feel the yarns in his balls begin to tighten. He yelped as the red hare grabbed his rock hard penis. She held it in her smooth warm palm, where her grip tightened. She stroked slowly, making Spruce's abdomen rise reflexively. He moaned desperately, looking up at the cottontail, who moved her gaze down to look at Spruce. She smiled at him, seeing how vulnerable and exposed he was, before returning her gaze back to the red hare's actions. Spruce watched the cottontail above him; her breasts, tightly wrapped in blue silks, were right above him. Her breathing was rising and falling quickly.

The red hare let go of Spruce's member and grazed his tight balls. She ran her paw all over his scrotum, lightly grazing her claws over them. Spruce panted and trembled, moaning in agony. His body was being raked over the white hot coals of love. He loved the pain and wanted more. The red hare flashed a predatory grin. She blew on Spruce's loins. She placed both her paws on Spruce's abdomen and pressed, sliding powerfully up his torso to his chest. Her back arched.

The red hare wanted Spruce to feel more blissful agony. She reached down and grabbed a handful of flesh from his waist, squeezing hard enough to make the flesh slide out of her paw. She immediately grabbed another handful, squeezing hard, from his thigh. The flesh was so tight that her paws slipped off. One of her paws then squeezed his stomach while another grabbed his upper chest. Her grip tightened, causing both muscles to exhume from her paws. She leaned her body down, grabbing further handfuls of his flesh, squeezing, refilling her paws whenever his flesh left them. Spruce thrashed while almost screaming. He finally managed to pull his ears free, which dragged fully out from underneath the cottontail's vagina. She too was almost screaming. Spruce looked down at the seam, between his body and the red hare. He saw her paw reach for his balls and squeeze, before she pulled away, leaving his tight balls exposed for her to grip them again. His eyes shut tight as he moaned, hard. His body was flooding with both pain and ecstasy.

The red hare continued these ministrations, desperately trying to grasp at his flesh. She brought her torso lower, allowing her head to reach under Spruce's chin. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the scent of pines and resins, from the glands there. The muscles in her body became tighter than ever as she reamed her head. Her body jolted, like an electric shock. She raised her abdomen, arching her back. Spruce and the cottontail both gasped, when the red hare took hold of Spruce's cock. She guided it to her cunt. She was wet and glistening. The folds of her vagina drew tight, forming lines that matched all the others on her body. Her moist fabric glided across the top of Spruce's cock. She held this position on slender, honed legs. She stared into Spruce's eyes: her dark obsidian eyes glistening into his red garnets. With a predatory smile, she slowly lowered her abdomen.

Spruce's cock slowly glided through her tight cunt. He could feel her juices, running down the length of his member. Feelings began to spread throughout both their bodies, flooding from their abdomens to their necks. The feelings engulfed their bodies as they both felt this heavenly friction. Their gazes began to break as she sank more of his cock into her. The top of her tight, wet fabric parted for him as her strong, toned muscles kept sinking, until she sat completely down on him. Their bodies were shivering. Spruce's member was completely gripped inside the red hare.

The cottontail couldn't take it anymore. She unpinned Spruce by moving his paws onto the red hare's waist, which he immediately gripped tightly. The cottontail stood up, reached for the seams of her blue silks and flung them away, exposing her bulbous breasts. She wiggled her hips, undid the button-loop above her tail, then took hold of the tight lines of her panties and slid them down. Her vagina was drenched. She straddled Spruce's chest and lowered herself, wrestling with his arms, before supporting her weight upon her thick thighs. She was facing the red hare. Spruce's view was blocked by the cottontail's creamy and smooth bottom, topped by a white dollop of wiggling fluff for a tail. The cottontail kissed the red hare, ferociously. Their paws slid over each other's breasts, before moving on to taking handfuls of flesh from each other's backs. The females continued kissing as they filled, squeezed and refilled each other's flesh in their paws. Every once in a while, the red hare would drag her claws across the cottontail's back, causing her to tremble.

The red hare moved her thighs closer together, squeezing her vagina around Spruce's cock. Her fluids surrounded him. Her abdomen sent shivers up her spine, spreading into her back, which the cottontail gripped and squeezed, locking the feelings there. Spruce could feel every strain inside the red hare. His body began to thrust, causing feelings to ravage across his abdomen. He kept trying to spread more of the painful pleasure into every fiber he could feel. The cottontail dragged her vagina across Spruce's chest, leaving trails of warm and coating fluids. The red hare raised her abdomen, causing Spruce's cock to almost slide out of her cunt. She let herself drop down again, taking the cock back into her, moaning in delight, moaning into the ravelling fabric of the cottontail's kiss.

Spruce's balls ached. The red hare began to rise and fall, causing her cunt to grip tightly to the hard cock. Any sudden movements caused waves of warmth to wash over him. The red hare instinctively rocked on Spruce, while her torso leaned further back. She gyrated her hips to make herself slightly rise and fall, running Spruce's cock all throughout her tight insides. Every hump sent more heavenly warmth throughout all their bodies. Spruce moved his paws onto the cottontail's bottom and he squeezed, causing her tail to flick. His mind wracked with lust, he tried to share his feelings with the cottontail, by moving his paws onto her breasts and squeezing. The cottontail jolted as she tried to moan, but her cries were stifled by the kiss that was still locked with the red hare.

Spruce continued to buck up reflexively. His abdomen felt tighter than ever before. He tried to tell how much he loved these beautiful does: the cottontail and red hare. All that escaped him was an ascending moan. He wondered how the red hare offered him newer and better pleasure, whenever his cock revisited her tight folds. He could feel his cock exploring all of her toned insides, undulating, tighter, sliding. Spruce's feelings became replaced by flames of passion, causing his hair to stand on end. The cottontail took hold of the red hare's ears, gripping the base of them, before she slowly pulled. Their kiss unravelled as the red hare's head was pulled back, causing her to mouth to open, her tongue lolling out, lined with saliva, before her moan travelled throughout the entirely of the echoing caverns. Feelings of lust tore through the red hare, from her abdomen to her spine, feeding into her neck, feeding into her head, feeding into her ears. The lust overflowed throughout her entire body, before being transformed into pure joy. She sang the note of love.

Spruce saw stars and his body convulsed. He climaxed with a cry, feeling every fiber of his body become engorged with pure bliss. The last physical thing he felt, before becoming paralyzed, was his cock being clenched harder than ever before. White streams of silky semen erupted from Spruce's cock, flooding the red hare's tight vagina. The cottontail, feeling Spruce's paralysis, knew exactly what was going on. She quickly reached behind the red hare, taking Spruce's balls with her paw and squeezed them hard. She brought her other paw to the red hare's clitoris and rubbed firmly.

The red hare ended her note with a climax of her own, both clitoral and vaginal. She held Spruce's cock as tightly as possible, feeling spasms and enormous waves crashing into her body. Her breath was knocked out of her. Spruce used a split-second of regained control to send a powerful thrust into the red hare, before he was paralyzed again, sending spurts of semen into her. The cottontail's firm grip on his balls caused him to ejaculate harder, causing excess love to well within the red hare.

A calming voice flowed into Cedar's ear, "I taught her how to dance." Cedar was lost in fascination, never taking his gaze off his beautiful Iris, still dancing for him. Cedar realized that he was being held by a doe, who knew his Iris. He asked while still in his trance, "...who are you?" The navy paws, gripping Cedar's shoulders, tightly squeezed before he felt a closeness to his ears that felt unlike anything he ever felt. A calming voice poured directly into his ear, "Azhara."

Cedar and Azhara were both silent for a while. Whenever she spoke into him, he felt a comforting sensation, radiating throughout his entire body. Everything felt so right. So tranquil. Azhara's soothing voice poured into Cedar's ear again, "Do you love Iris?" "...with all my heart," replied the entranced Cedar. "Will you do everything I say?" Azhara asked. "...yes," replied the entranced Cedar. "Stay here and watch us dance together," Azhara soothed.

Cedar felt Azhara's paws slide softly away, before she stepped into his view. Her body flowed like water under moonlight. She was completely coated in navy hair. She had dark eyes, but a red glint would flash from them, every once in a while. Her frame was very lithe and thin. She wore white silks, which formed perfect seams along her thin and fragile body. She was one of the slimmest does he had ever seen, even slimmer than Iris. She looked so delicate. Her long ears were held vertical, making her look seemingly thinner. Her panties had no button-loop- her tail must be docked and flushed with her bottom. Azhara's claws were polished red, but Cedar might not have been able to determine this in the dimly lit cavern.

Cedar could not take his gaze off this display of night and day. He saw Azhara perfectly synchronize her movements with Iris. They were perfectly symmetrical, yet Azhara's taller body would occasionally loom over Iris. They simultaneously swept their arms, out and away from their bodies, in the shape of crescents. Iris' white fur gave the illusion that her body was the same length as Azhara's. Could it be that Iris was standing closer while Azhara was slightly further away?

They slowly crossed their paws, above their heads, before lowering them down, sliding them across their breasts, brushing across their ventral furs. Cedar noticed that this was the only time their paws splayed. Every other time, they kept their paws together. Cedar also noticed they rarely showed their palms, revealing only the backs of their paws. The beautiful females arched their backs before they raised their arms together, up and back, palms together, before making their bodies resemble the shape of the moon. Then, after twirling to face each other, while straightening their bodies, they each stood on one tiptoe and raised a knee. They both looked straight up as they raised one paw up to the heavens, arm extended. Their other paw was brushing against each other's faces. It was like they were reaching up to touch a god.

They looked infinite and timeless in their movements. They never seemed to force any of their moves. Once throughout the dance, this beautiful synchronization was slightly interrupted, when Iris had to use a paw to move one of her long ears, away from her face. This motion just looked so feminine, yet cute at the same time.

Iris and Azhara then began their most challenging act. They reset their stances. Their bodies became at ease while facing each other, standing erect on both feet. They stared into each other's eyes. Then, the muscles in their thighs slowly became more defined. The definition in their stomachs became toned and pronounced. They began to lean back, lifting their chests high. They continued to lean further back, gently digging into the air with their paws, as if they were splashing invisible water onto their faces. The tips of their ears began to hang down, behind their heads, touching the ground. Then their knees gave, causing their backs to sink onto the floor, never stopping their paw movements. With their knees bent and tucked under their thighs, they rested their backs onto the ground. They slid their paws onto their breasts and stopped.

Their bodies slowly began to rise. It looked unnatural. It looked like an invisible tether was connected to them, pulling them up. A tether from a god? The only point of contact they had on the ground, was the tips of their toes, yet there was no way this alone could move them upwards this way. Rising, forming backbending crescents with their bodies, their paws reached back up to the heavens. Their backs straightened. It looked as though they had come back to life.

Iris and Azhara unravelled the silks from their bodies. They revealed their breasts to Cedar. Iris' pink silks revealed her perfectly firm, virgin curves. Azhara's white silks revealed her bulbous and full breasts, despite her willowy frame. While staring at Cedar, Azhara undid Iris' button-loop above her fluffy tail, Azhara and Iris felt along the seams of their partner's bodies, before they slowly tugged each other's panties down. They raised their arms above each other's heads, swayed their hips, then slowly spun, showing Cedar their naked bodies. They beckoned to him.

Cedar, while still entranced, intrinsically used all his strength to peel his body from the ground. Several white and silky sheets clung to his body, before falling to the ground. He quickly realized he was going tharn. His breathing was fast and anxious. He moved his powerful, muscular frame towards the beautiful does. They smiled and brought their arms down and toward Cedar, reaching for him. They kept slowly swaying their hips as he approached. When he drew close, Iris wrapped her arms around Cedar's waist. Azhara slowly stepped behind Cedar, grasping the seams of his clothes.

Iris felt him enveloping her body, with his big muscular arms. She burrowed her face along Cedar's chest, looked up underneath his chin, then inhaled. From his glands there, she smelled a mixture of earth and ripening grapes. It smelt like the vineyard in full bloom. The fragrance was syrupy, yet not overpowering. A spray of desire erupted within Iris. Each time she inhaled, her body quivered more and more, until after one breath her whole body jolted reflexively. She gave a loud insatiable cry, desperately trying to empty the air from her lungs, before using the last of her control to return and inhale again. Her heart began to pound.

Iris unfurled her arms from around Cedar's body. Cedar body began to move naturally, easing the female's ministrations. Iris' own body shook violently. Her tiny claws lashed at Cedar's clothes. The stripping was sensual from Azhara, while Iris stripped her lover as though he were on fire. Cedar gave a sigh of relief, when he felt his sex set free. Cedar's enormous cock was so hard, it almost hurt him. Iris panicked when she saw it and turned her body away from him. Her body broke into a seizure. Her juices began to flood down the inside of her thighs. She went tharn.

Azhara gracefully stepped out from behind Cedar, taking hold of Iris from her front. Azhara used her long and slender arms to give Iris' body a strong and tight embrace, reducing the shaking a little. Azhara then began to whisper a soothing melody into Iris' ear, causing a noticeable tightness to be released from her body. Iris began to breathe. She quickly panted at first, before moving onto longer breaths. Azhara tilted her head to look at Cedar. Her eyes went wide when she managed to look at Cedar's full figure. Her dark eyes bloomed from obsidian to scarlet red. Azhara's eyes went dark again when she shifted her gaze towards Cedar's. He wore a soft smile. His ears were down. He looked so innocent, despite his powerful and muscular frame.

Azhara whispered to herself, "He is definitely the alpha of his litter." Cedar clasped his paws across his heart, looking at Azhara, before looking at Iris' back. He kept wearing a soft smile. "Cedar, come here," Azhara beckoned. He slowly stepped closer to Iris' behind. His gaze looked at all her perfect features. She had such beautiful lines and gentle curves. Her tail, a generous dollop of fluff, was wagging above her bottom. Azhara carried Iris' head against her breasts, like a mother with an infant. "You must be gentle, Cedar," Azhara said softly. Cedar nodded.

Azhara then took Iris' cheeks, with her paws, before they looked into each other's eyes. There was an exchange of whispers. Iris nodded, before she slowly began to spread her legs. Her back arched, while she stood on her tiptoes. Her bottom had a tight line that was drenched in her fluids. When Cedar stepped closer, Iris whimpered, before burrowing her face into Azhara's breasts. Azhara and Cedar looked at each other. Azhara nodded. Cedar's soft smile became a nervous gaze as he moved into position, gripping Iris' smooth bottom.

Cedar had to spread his legs a little, so he could align himself to feel Iris' soft, warm body. He beckoned her to narrow her stance slightly, propping her vagina to match the height of his cock. His heart promised him a heaven of lust and fervor, if only he would just push himself inside. His cock was echoing his heart- twitching with every beat. He used one paw to guide the tip of his enormous cock to her tight slit.

He felt the head of his cock break a stitch of flesh. Iris' anxiety and passion began to mix with pain. A cry burst free from her heart, but it was quickly muffled, when Azhara took Isis' head and burrowed it into her breasts. Iris cried into Azhara's heart. Iris' body was desperately trying to adapt to the massive cock that was entering her. Cedar felt a shearing that spread from his cock, through his spine, into his brain. He gritted and bared his teeth. He used every fiber of his body to stop himself from pushing. He stopped, briefly, before his body began to move on its own. His fight against such primordial urges only slowed himself.

Iris felt her body surrounding Cedar's cock, with her tight and moist warmth. Her intense pain began to subside after Cedar paused momentarily. She realized that her lungs carried no air, because she screamed it all into Azhara's heart. Iris arched her back and lashed her head up, causing her ears to whip. She lolled her tongue and inhaled under Azhara's chin, inhaling coriander fragrances that carried a hint of citrus. Azhara welcomed Iris with a healing kiss. Their tongues affirmed each other. Azhara gripped Iris' shoulders and pushed, breaking the kiss, so Iris could breathe fully into her breathless body.

Cedar pushed harder, causing Iris to wince as she tried to contain a cry. She nearly bit her own tongue when her teeth clenched. Her abdomen tightened in response. Her vagina clenched harder. She opened her mouth to scream, but it was stifled by another breathless kiss. Her vagina was soaking, causing fluids to run down Cedar's cock, drenching his balls. He could feel a slick and beautiful traction, at the tip of his cock, as he continued to push inside. He reached down and traced his paws over Iris' breasts: his first time exploring how soft and firm a female chest can be. Iris could feel Cedar's strength, flowing into her body. She reached down and held both of Cedar's paws tightly against her breasts. She moaned into Azhara, trying to tell her that Cedar's paws were made to cover her this way. Azhara moaned back, soothingly and understandingly.

Iris lolled her tongue as she broke her kiss with Azhara. When Iris opened her eyes, she saw only sparks dancing in front of her, as though her eyes were shut too tight. She was blinded by lust. Her breath was taken by Azhara. Her seizures were locked away by Cedar's strong grip. Her nipples grew hard, but were covered by Cedar's paws. Her struggle with pain and pleasure had rendered her powerless. Her body felt pressure, as though a torrent of fluid had manifested within her body. Her vacant eyes looked up at Azhara. "Let it go," Azhara soothed. A blissful smile had formed on Iris as she continued to loll her tongue. Then, she pressed herself back into Cedar. She heard him cry from his heart.

Azhara reached down and grabbed one of Cedar's paws, peeling it away from Iris' breast. He felt Azhara guiding his paw to the base of Iris' head, feeling an encouragement to take a hold of her ears. Azhara guided him to pull, gently. Cedar felt the tip of his cock suddenly slide into a smooth wall of fibers: he had reached the end of Iris' heavenly vagina. He gently pulled Iris' ears.

Iris climaxed. Her vagina squeezed Cedar's cock as though she would never let go again. Her body gave a violent convulsion that escaped Cedar's grip, causing her body to gyrate and hump. She soundlessly screamed while her vagina released a torrent of warm showers, causing her clear female essence to drench onto Cedar. Feelings of bliss imploded within her body. Her tongue lolled out further as her vacant eyes rolled back into her head. She sang the note of love.

Iris' body had almost gone limp, but Cedar and Azhara continued to hold her up. Cedar's body was now soaked in sex. He felt his cock slide back and forth within Iris' body, during her convulsive humping. Cedar reflexively tensed his thighs as he began to hump his cock in and out of Iris. An intense feeling of satiation began to well within him. The satiation began to flood his muscular abdomen, filling his heart, filling his neck. He put both his paws against Iris' waist and let his urges consume him. His mind flashed images of Iris kissing Azhara, images of the dance, images of the moment he carried Iris' beautiful body, to finally, the image of the moment he kissed her.

Cedar wanted to feel Iris' tight vaginal walls, surrounding his cock, forever. She gave him all the heavenly bliss he craved for. His humping became even more powerful. His lust and feeling of satiation grew. He took a fresh grip on her body and humped her until his satiation peaked. Suddenly, he stopped. His body convulsed. His mind sent a shearing sensation that placed a sharp edge on his pleasure. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He took a deep breath and let the pleasure slice through him as he humped one last time, burrowing his cock as deeply as possible. He reared his head back and cried the note of love as he climaxed.

Cedar felt something inside his balls explode. Painful spasms erupted from his incredibly muscular frame. His body became locked, feeling paralyzed. The only thing he felt was a surge of silky semen, erupting from his cock, flooding Iris' vagina. His surge was joined by another surge. He felt something take a gentle grip onto his balls, squeezing. He ejaculated harder, causing semen to spurt out of Iris' vagina, which was unable to hold so much of his essence. He felt an exhaustive relief overcome his body. A soft smile began to form on his face. He felt Azhara's presence nearby. He looked down, seeing the seam that joined his body with Iris. He saw a dark and feminine arm had reached beneath them, which was now caressing his balls. He turned his head and Azhara kissed him.

Spruce coaxed the female cottontail to help him carry the beautiful red hare. They placed her exhausted body onto a blanket of soft linens, before Spruce ran the tips of his claws across her ventral fur. He massaged her breasts gently, and then covered her perfect red frame, leaving her head exposed. The thin and silky blanket allowed her majestic features to remain visible. "Where did you come from? Who are you?" Spruce asked. "I'm Calla," she said dreamily. "But where did you come from? Why is this happening?" Spruce asked. Calla's eyes looked toward the precipice, where the matriarchs stood. She sighed. "What do they want? Why are they doing this?" Spruce demanded. "Spruce..." Calla whispered. "How do you know my name?" "...a little bird, in the vineyard, told me." Spruce brought down his nose and sniffed at Calla's breath. There was a scent of wine. "...she loves you," Calla whispered, breathing unnatural love into Spruce.

Spruce felt a gentle hug from behind, paws clinging to his heart. He turned within this embrace and looked into the face of the beautiful cottontail. Her eyelids were lazy as she wore a soft smile. Spruce felt her loving paws, constantly trying to regain better grips on his body. Her tiny claws combed his fur. Spruce grasped her sides, tickling the cottontail, which caused her smile to widen before she gasped. Spruce smelled freshly cut grass from her breath. The cottontail giggled before she closed her eyes and pressed her lips into his.

The cottontail's body was curvy and wholesome. Nothing felt more important to her than the desire to caress Spruce's body. Her tongue lapped cutely at Spruce's tongue. Her innocence and purity touched Spruce's heart. He slowly sat down, upright, keeping the cottontail kissed and embraced. She wrapped her legs around him, squeezing tightly as she sank her bottom down onto Spruce's lap. He could feel her perfect breasts, sliding against his chest, sliding and pressing, sliding as the cottontail tried to warm his heart with them. He could feel her tail lightly wiggling. He could feel her warm fluid, slowly beginning to pool upon his sex.

The cottontail broke the kiss and slightly loosened her grip on Spruce. She slid her thighs upward, higher upon his waist, where she squeezed harder than before. "Not so tight, cotton," Spruce said with a smile. "My name's Jamesia!" she said with a giggle. Spruce brought his nose under Jamesia's chin, which smelt faintly of dried vegetables. He reached up, lightly wrapped his paws around the base of each of Jamesia's ears and gently pulled down, sliding their entire lengths through his tender paws. He began alternating this motion. "Spruce, I want you to make love to me, like you did with that red and beautiful doe," Jamesia whispered as she closed her eyes.

Spruce felt his penis harden, covered in Jamesia's warm slickness. There was an irrepressible influence in his cock. He felt his cock's skin and nakedness become engulfed in their ventral furs. Jamesia felt the erection, against her abdomen, causing her to smile softly. She stroked Spruce's back and occasionally gave an innocent squeeze to Spruce's fluffy tail. Their feelings for each other grew as they kept stimulating these sensitive areas. Jamesia's innocence began to melt into carnal lust. She tightened her legs around Spruce and began to gyrate her hips, rubbing her vagina against his abdomen and erection.

Jamesia fiercely rubbed her arms and legs against Spruce, as though she would die of hunger unless she fed herself this way. She felt her ears constantly feeding and feeding Spruce's paws. The feminine motions of her entire body began to build an incredible friction. Her tail flicked. Her bottom was thrusting and rising before retreating and sinking. She stared into Spruce's garnet eyes, with her desperately dark and glistening eyes, which flashed sapphire blue for a brief moment. She burrowed her nose against his chin, inhaling deeply. Pine needles and resins. She shut her eyes tight, reared her head, lolled her tongue and began to hump harder. She began to moan in a rhythm that harmonized each delve of her pelvis.

Spruce quickly moved his paws from Jamesia's ears to the crease of her hips, grabbing firmly. Her humping slowed against his hold, fighting his strength. She stared, sadly, into Spruce's garnet eyes with her sapphire blues. He guided the tip of his cock to her vagina, but Jamesia's constant movement, from her arousal, made him miss. Instead, she felt Spruce's cock chafe her clitoris. This sent her over the edge. Jamesia wrapped her paws around Spruce's head and she looked deeply into his eyes. She felt an explosion of euphoria, causing her to jolt violently, consumed by an intense pleasure. She exhaled a long and cathartic moan onto Spruce's face. Her body tried to share this feeling with him.

Jamesia's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her muscles loosened. She panted feverishly. Then, she felt something shear through her vagina. She felt Spruce plunge the head of his cock into her tight vaginal depths, which surrounded him with a warm and rippling fabric. Jamesia reared her head back, causing her ears to whip. She stared upward. A blissful smile formed on her face. Her body was wracked with pain, agony and ecstasy. "I love you," she sighed.

Jamesia whimpered happily. She could distinguish the exact shape of the cock that was inside her, feeling it with her tightening inner muscles. Her desires forced her downward, pushing the cock deeper, where she lost her exact sense of it. She wrapped her legs tightly around Spruce, again. Spruce let the intensity of this passion take over his body, causing his hips to reflexively push up against Jamesia's creamy bottom. His cock grew within her. The tip of his cock reached the end of her vagina.

Jamesia felt overwhelmed, feeling her depths enclose around the cock within her. Spruce smiled and slowly receded, before pushing up into her depths again, with all the vigor in his loins. He receded again. Jamesia began to add her own energy to the thrusts, pushing herself downward while he pushed upward. A flare of passion wracked her body, causing her to moan loudly.

Spruce noticed that Jamesia's breasts began to slightly jiggle, with each thrust he made into her. He reached for them and gently squeezed. A feeling of satiation began to well within him. Jamesia began to take handfuls of flesh from Spruce's back. She squeezed, causing his flesh to escape, which made her grab again. Spruce responded by refilling his paws with Jamesia's creamy and curvy breasts, which began to swell. Her nipples were hard.

Jamesia felt her body become tense. She locked her legs around Spruce's waist. The thinning of her vaginal walls began to increase her sensitivity. She felt her insides shift, allowing Spruce's cock to thrust further and further inside her. Her burning and undulating walls were cooled by the dripping fluids of her feminine essence. She wanted Spruce's cock to explore all of her tight, gripping insides. The union of their love began to glow. She took one last look into Spruce's eyes, before her vision began to fade into stars and blindness.

Spruce felt a level of satiation that peaked higher than ever before. His humping transformed into an animalistic shaking. Jamesia reared her head back and whipped her ears. She sang the note of love to the heavens. Spruce joined her with his voice of love. Their song echoed throughout the caverns. Spruce kept humping, even after a sharp edge had formed on the blissful knife that shaved his heart. His voice stopped when his body suddenly became paralyzed. He climaxed. Ribbons upon ribbons of white, silky semen were spewing out of his cock and into her vagina. She climaxed. Clear and warm fluids were rushing out of her vagina and onto Spruce's loins. The integrity of their holds suddenly unravelled as their bodies collapsed onto their sides. A spasm wracked over both their bodies. After the paralysis ended, they embraced each other and kissed.

A red hare, once bound in beautiful white silks, wrapped her covers around Jamesia and Spruce, binding them together.

Cedar said some things that touched Azhara's heart, while they built a nest silks and linens, tucking Iris' body in it. "You liked my dancing?" she asked. Cedar nodded. "You like the sound of my voice?" she asked. Cedar nodded. Iris had closed her eyes as her body faded to exhaustion. She smiled softly. She kept dreamily whispering Cedar's name, repeatedly. The black bands around her dark eyes made her look like she was in a deep sleep. It was at this moment that Cedar noticed that Azhara's claws were painted a bright red.

"She loves you," Azhara said to Cedar, in a soft voice, while she stroked Iris' ears. "Are you the seamstress that Iris talked about?" Cedar asked. "She told you about me? My lovely assistant. She told me about you, too," Azhara cooed. "I never thought I'd see a body so beautiful, so dark and delicate, like a thread of night that reaches up to Inle," Cedar said to Azhara. Azhara giggled softly.

"Are you saying that I'm with the Black Rabbit?" Azhara teased as she stretched her body, straight and tall, straightening both her arms together above her head. Cedar looked Azhara's thin and exposed body, while she gently swayed her hips. There was something so vulnerable and fragile about her, yet the beautiful seams and lines of her body were so alluring. "If you are, I would happily wait for death so that I may hear your lullaby," Cedar whispered.

"Careful, Cedar. What if I really am with the Black Rabbit? What if I've come to take your life?" she warned as she splayed her paws, showing a cluster of red claws to Cedar. Cedar closed his eyes and bowed his head down, slowly moving his neck toward Azhara's claws. In this incredible instance, Cedar's enormous and muscular body became the most vulnerable in this exchange. Azhara gently traced her claws, from the front of Cedar's neck to the back, where his scars were located.

"Yes. The Black Rabbit tried to take you once before," Azhara realized as she spoke softly. Cedar never felt anything like this. Azhara's touch was incredibly sensational. Her grazes felt hypnotic. Azhara was tracing her claws across the scars. With each pass Azhara made, Cedar felt a wave of calmness. His eyes became hazy. Each stroke made his body sink lower and lower to the ground. Azhara's heart began to lift with rapture, when she realized her slender and delicate frame was making Cedar so helpless. "Lie down, I'm going to take you," Azhara whispered.

When Cedar lowered himself onto his back, Azhara continued her idyllic touching. Her red claws moved onto Cedar's chest, where she ran her delicate traces. Her voice was beautiful and melodic. Her voice was the most alluring thing that Cedar let fill his long ears. Azhara whispered, "Iris told me so much about you. She said you were strong, handsome, kind and gentle. My heart was weaving love for you, before we even met. Now that I've met you, now that we're together, I can feel my heart beating. You're the most handsome buck I've ever wanted to give my love to. I'm going to give it to you."

Cedar looked at Azhara's navy and midnight body, through his hazy eyes. He wore a soft smile. Azhara slowly and deliberately crawled with her light, lithe and slender body. She poised herself above Cedar, upon her knees close together, before slowly and graciously lifting one upward. She wanted Cedar to see every line, every movement, before she lowered her leg to straddle Cedar's waist. She made a slow and sultry wiggle with her bottom, nestling herself as she sat astride his body. She brought her face close to Cedar's and whispered, "I feel that I won't be able to keep my claws away from your body, any longer. I'm going to explore your body. I'm going to run my claws through your hair, your neck, your ears. I want to feel the fibers of your shoulders, your arms, all of your incredibly strong muscles."

"It's going to be okay, I promise," Azhara sighed. She positioned her face, under Cedar's chin, before inhaling gently. She smelt a mixture of fresh earth and wine. "Ohhh..." Azhara sighed contentedly, before arching her back as she brought her chin to Cedar's nose. Cedar's eyes widened the more he breathed. He inhaled fragrances of blood oranges and rich spices. He felt his heart beating harder. His muscles tightened. He felt a tightening in the yarns of his loins.

Cedar felt his cock emerging from his sheath. His erection had nowhere to go, but through Azhara's straddling seam. He could feel every single hair from their ventral furs, smothering his hardening cock. A flaring desire spread across his abdomen. He closed his eyes tight and moaned, torn between wanting and ridding himself of this blissful agony. Azhara reached down and began to glide her claws along Cedar's length, causing his moans to escalate. Azhara whispered directly into Cedar's ear, "Ohhh...I can feel why you're in so much pain. Your massive body is trying to feed itself into me. I'll take your pain away. I'll turn myself around and comfort you, ok?"

Azhara pressed her torso up, using her thin and slender arms, which made her back arch beautifully. She looked down and glided one of her delicate paws across Cedar's abdominals, feeling her claws being caught in the furrows of his defined muscles. Before she could dismount, Cedar quickly raised his paws and clasped them onto Azhara's bulbous breasts. She was incredibly firm. His paws slipped off from her smoothness, causing him to frantically try and regain his grip. Cedar moaned in anguish. Azhara awed in sympathy. She used her paws to hold his in place, keeping them held against her breasts. A series of lamenting moans began to flow out of Cedar, when he realized he could now clasp Azhara's breasts, without his paws slipping. He could feel Azhara's heart beating. His face transformed from agony to happiness.

"I'm going to turn around. I'll come back soon, ok?" Azhara promised. Cedar nodded while his paws were peeled away from Azhara's breasts. Carefully, she moved herself onto all fours and crawled in a circle, lifting her knees high, when she brought them over Cedar's head. He tried to glimpse the tight folds of her vagina, yet her dark fur almost concealed those lines entirely. She straddled her thighs around Cedar's chest, revealing her docked tail to him, which flowed down her neatly smoothed bottom.

Cedar's curiosity peaked as he ran his paws down Azhara's smooth behind. He further noticed that Azhara's navy fur had a beautiful and glossy sheen to it. So lustrous. He marvelled at the furrow running along her spine, the gentle slopes of her shoulder blades, her long ears that flowed down between her neck and shoulders, her trim and tapering waist, her beautiful creases between her inner arms and upper back. He was fascinated. She was so perfect. "...you're...beautiful," Cedar mused.

Azhara gasped when she saw Cedar's enormous member. "By Frith, you a so well endowed," she said beyond a whisper. "By Inle, your back is gorgeous," he whispered. Azhara perked one of her ears, after hearing what Cedar just said. She shrugged one shoulder, let her ear fall back into place and continued her ministrations. Cedar emitted a purr, when Azhara furled her paw around his cock. She held it in her warm and furred palm, stroking its base with her thumb. Cedar felt his abdomen become taught, causing his head to rise from the ground. Azhara gently squeezed his cock with both her paws, feeling the smooth skin. She inhaled deeply and exhaled her warm breath upon it. Cedar tensed his abdomen harder, causing Azhara's whole body to rise slightly. She turned her head to look back at Cedar's face, showing her dark eyes and soft, but reassuring, expression.

Azhara returned to gaze to the incredible sight before her. She drifted her paw lower, before filling her paws with Cedar's tight and voluminous balls. Cedar returned his head onto the ground, raised his chin and moaned in heavenly anguish. Azhara gently shook his scrotum sack, causing another moan to emerge from Cedar. Azhara had a brief contemplation, considering the life within Cedar, possibly filling each and every doe within this cavern. Her eyes gazed towards Iris' sleeping body. She looked down towards her vagina, now becoming watery.

Azhara turned her head to look back at Cedar again. "I'm going to taste you," Azhara whispered. Cedar softly nodded and felt an excitement begin to well within his abdomen. Azhara brought her torso down, moving her bottom closer to Cedar's face. She could feel his breath upon her vaginal folds. She trembled a little and took the base of his cock with one of her paws. She used her other paw to gently squeeze his balls. She salivated and lolled her tongue as she brought it to the tip of Cedar's cock. She licked it and kissed it, massaging it with her lips, causing Cedar to squirm and moan in paradise.

Azhara tightened her lips, brought them to the top of Cedar's cock and began to feed it into her mouth. She slowly moved her head further down, while caressing Cedar's balls. Cedar's girth was so incredibly vast. Azhara had to retreat before gagging. She panted, but before she could take the cock back into her mouth, she felt Cedar's lips kiss her vagina. Azhara was instantly taken, causing her dark eyes to flash a sparkle of red, before becoming lost in the feeling. Cedar lightly traced his tongue over her vaginal opening, causing Azhara to moan upon Cedar's cock. He moaned back onto her vagina.

Cedar felt his cock being slowly enclosed by Azhara's mouth. Looking up, he saw the tight folds of Azhara's vagina, perfectly gleaming in her lustrous lines. He lapped the tip of his tongue against her sensitive slit, which tasted like a citrus infusion. He began to take small licks with his tongue, lapping the tight slit with a rapid eagerness, using many tiny strokes. His paws never ceased to caress her smooth and firm bottom. Azhara's muscles began to tense within her thin and frail body.

Azhara was torn between giving and receiving these heavenly afflictions. She began to stroke Cedar's cock with one paw, while taking as much girth as she could into her mouth. Her other paw never ceased to continuously squeeze and caress his voluminous balls. While stroking Cedar's cock with one paw, she salivated, brought her mouth down to his firm sack and wrapped her lips around it. Cedar screamed in bliss, before latching his mouth onto Azhara's vagina, where his tongue brushed her clitoris.

She moaned into Cedar's balls. She began to suck on them, which made Cedar sent a moan into her vagina. She pressed her frail body down onto Cedar, feeling his body of dense and bulging muscles against her light and slender body. Azhara never felt so exposed, vulnerable, slender and sensitive. Her body twisted, assaulted by feelings of both elusiveness and insistence as she traded this love with him. A flare of euphoria swept through Azhara's thin body, which made every sympathetic muscle within her body contract. Her body jolted and became consumed. Her paw gripped the base of Cedar's penis and squeezed. Her other paw gathered whatever flesh was unable to fit into her voracious mouth and squeezed. Her mouth sucked harder than ever before and then she screamed into Cedar's balls. Her clitoral climax was powerful.

Azhara's lifted her head suddenly, causing Cedar's balls to spill out of her mouth, while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She cried, "Stop!" Cedar unravelled his lips from Azhara's vagina and let his head drop onto the ground, cushioned by his ears. "Wait," she whispered with a sigh. Azhara was panting heavily. She shut her eyes tightly and reopened them in a haze. She turned her head around to look at Cedar "Cedar, can you take a deep breath and blow on me?" Azhara requested in a soothing voice. Cedar's eyes moved from the direction of her voice, to her bottom. He inhaled, puckered his lips and blew a long breeze onto Azhara's vaginal folds and clitoris. He felt her muscles begin to loosen and relax, in response. She sighed. Her glowing soreness was becoming doused by Cedar's breath. "Good boy..." Azhara sighed with relief.

Azhara slowly detached her body from Cedar. She gently stood back up and stretched her long and slender body, rubbing her thighs together. She wavered, like a tall tree in a gentle wind. She kept her back turned toward Cedar, knowing that he admired this aspect of her. She turned her head and looked back towards him, revealing only her eyes, making sure he was watching. Her expression looked divine. One of her paws reached for her breast while her other reached for her sore vagina. She gently masturbated. Her hips swayed beautifully. The lustrous sheen on her navy body seemed to glide over these slight undulations.

Azhara's body never ceased to captivate Cedar. She continued these alluring motions for a moment, before she turned to face Cedar. She wore a sly smile. She gazed at Cedar's eyes without blinking. She never took her eyes away from his. She gracefully walked to his body and loomed over him. She slowly lowered herself. Straddled him. Took his cock into her paw. Guided it. Guided his enormous girth to her cunt. She paused. She sank her body. Both her paws took possession of Cedar's head while her eyes glared into him. Her mischievous nature was revealed through her now widening smile.

Cedar could see everything in her eyes. He saw how much she loved him. He saw how much her heart was controlling her body. Her gaze even remained locked onto his, when her body convulsed into painful seizures, as she desperately tried to force more of his massive cock into her tight vagina. When the agony subsided, she sighed an awe of reprieve, before sinking her body down further. Cedar could feel pure and heavenly gratification, enveloping more and more of his cock.

When Azhara suffered another blissful convulsion, her gaze glared harder into Cedar's eyes. Her shadowy eyes gave a scarlet glint. She brought her face closer to his and expelled her hot breath onto him. "I want to watch you cum when I cum," she spoke, from the molten recesses of her heart. Cedar's expression became shy. He stared back, unsure of what to do. He took her neck into his paws, sliding the tips of his claws across this tender area. Cedar's gripping sensation diffused from Azhara's neck to her spine, remaining there forever. Azhara sang the note of dominance, before returning to her panting. When Cedar's cock was gripped as far as Azhara's vagina could grip, she began to hump.

The harmony of her furious humping matched her panting. She sang the note of dominance again, yet this time at a higher pitch. Azhara returned to her panting. Her gazing. Her humping. Her singing. Her panting. Cedar began to think of Iris- how her vagina was made for his cock, while his cock was made for Azhara. Iris was recessive. Azhara was dominant. Iris' vagina pulled and spasmed. Azhara's vagina pushed and confined. Cedar felt little feminine essence being released from Azhara, remembering that Iris' essence was generous.

Azhara's influence spread throughout both their bodies, forcing itself into their abdomens, into their necks. Her influence became channelled into her abrasive vagina. Azhara cried the note of dominance again, with a higher pitch than ever before. She resumed her panting. Her humping. Her gazing. A reservoir of raw lust began to fill within her. Her heart sped. Her panting tripped over her own sighs and moans. Her blood kept pumping into her vagina, making it fully engorged and tighter. Her raw lust began to overflow the reservoir within her. Her vagina began to spasm, gripping Cedar's penis tighter than ever before. She sang her note of dominance with the most hauntingly beautiful pitch of all time.

Azhara knew she was close. Her humping transformed into a furious assault. Her eyes burned into Cedar. He felt the familiar feeling of satiation, glowing brighter within his body. The sharp edge returned to his molten pleasure. It burned as it carved into him. His pleasure branded his heart. Azhara, still glaring into Cedar's eyes, whispered harshly, "Cum for me! Cum for me, please cum for me! Ahhh cum! Cum with me! Cum with me! I'm going to cum hard! Yes! AH!"

The last thing Azhara saw, before her vision became swarmed with stars, were Cedar's eyes when he climaxed. She climaxed. She screamed her note of dominance for as long as she possibly could. Her raw lust was flowing out of her voice. Her whole body thrashed and flailed. At the same time, Cedar's body was seized with paralysis as his cock exploded. A barrage of silky semen volleyed into the deep and clenching vagina of Azhara. Her flailing caused one of her paws to land on Cedar's voliminus balls, where she grasped and squeezed, feeling his firm sack beginning to drain. Another of her flailing paws landed on her breast and squeezed. Her back arched painfully hard. They twitched. They collapsed.

Cedar carried Azhara to Iris, where they all slept together.