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This story was written for Yui_olp as part of my Patreon request days for July! It contains M/F sex between consenting adult ferals. :3

Beyond the Meadows

The loud, frantic squealing was a sound that every rabbit feared. One of terror and pain, signalling another of their kin snatched up by some vicious winged monstrosity from the skies above. They tried to live in safety from their clutching talons, but in past generations the number of birds and rabbits had increased drastically, making conflict inevitable. There wasn't space for rabbits to live solely within the long fields of corn, wheat and other such grains any more. The forests were full of foxes, wild dogs and cats and other carnivorous beasts, so they ventured out into the meadows. Lush green grass and wildflowers, beautiful and oh so edible without a doubt, but also open. The grass kept short by other grazing beasts, few areas left to grow between broken down walls of stone and rotting wooden gates.

Thus, while the populations were large enough to never be entirely wiped away by the constant hunting of sharp-eyed hawks and other hunting birds, many rabbits moved beyond the meadows. As they searched for new, safe grounds in which to feed and sleep and breed and raise their young, they moved further and further from what had once been the limited stretches of land where they were left predominantly alone to their own devices. They passed over dusty, uneven stretches of sleek black material that ran in long lines with walls and verges of overgrown grass at either side. Through yards of structures of stone, crumbling roofs and rafters filled with birds nests, and past piles of bones of cattle and other large beasts, having passed on contained within wooden sheds whose doors and walls had long since succumbed to the rampant passage of time.

Some only found more meadows at the end of their journey. More meadows as heavily occupied by rabbits and other wildlife as the ones they'd left. Others found uninhabited corners of forest land, crop fields as yet unoccupied by rabbits that in mere generations would brim over with the descendants of those initial pairings. But others, the most bold and adventurous, would explore and venture beyond even those limits. To a new world, a new way of life beyond the meadows of green and forests of brown they were used to.

The doe rabbit hopped onto a raised section of stone, keeping low as her neck reached out to nibble at a leaf belonging to a plant that was reaching its way upward through a crack in the stone floor. The ground below her was smooth, like pebbles softened and rolled by a river only in one large blanket of squared segments. All over it, plants were growing. Dragging their way up towards the beams of sunlight streaking in through large open panels that might once have been windows but were now open to the elements. She had seen some rats, a lot of carrion birds and a whole host of insect life so far, but no predators. No dogs or cats or other carnivores, and most importantly no birds.

Glancing to one side, she saw the buck who had led her here grazing on a separate patch of growth. He raised his head as though feeling her gaze upon him, one grey ear flicking as he chewed and watched her calmly. He didn't look around. He didn't eat swiftly and move on as though expecting a predator attack at any moment. He was so calm it was almost unnerving, but at the same time his lack of fear told the doe that it was safe. She didn't have to be afraid here in this forest of stone. So, she ate. She ate, and she ate, and she ate until her stomach was full. Never had she been able to eat a meal so lengthy or uninterrupted. Never had her belly felt so rounded and satisfied, the plant matter within it as rich and nutritious as any she'd ever known. She hopped over to the buck in expectation as he sat still, seemingly waiting for her to finish. She nuzzled against him, urging him to take her back to his burrow where they could rest in safety, and where she might allow him to breed her if the situation seemed safe and stable enough.

He didn't move though, at least not immediately. And when he did, he didn't lead her to safety. Instead he led the doe up. Across the flat smooth stone of the floor below and to a winding series of ridged stones leading higher in this massive, sky-reaching grey structure to which she had been led earlier that day. She hesitated at first, but as the male kept on going and his hindquarters almost moved out of sight as he climbed and turned around the winding track, she hurried after him. Above, quite some distance climbed by their small grey bodies, was another floor of stone. This one was divided however into many smaller structures, though some of those divisions were only half the height of the cavern-like ceiling above and enclosing further objects entirely alien to the doe; rotten wood lying with dusty, intact plastic and glass objects resting on what once would have been their surface. Rectangular frames with faded images inside them, held behind cracked glass lay in some of them, though with the brief glances she took the doe could make no sense of what they showed. It looked like some sort of two legged creature with brightly coloured skin in various shades, but she knew of no such form of creature even remotely similar to that.

She followed the buck further into this new floor, but drew back and failed to go after him when he stepped towards one edge of the floor, moving over ground littered with long since fallen and dulled shards of glass to stand by an open panel, staring out at the world beyond. Even at the distance she now stood, she could see how high up they were. Many metres above the level of the ground, now able to see over the rusty metal boxes that filled the black-clad passages between buildings with their silent, motionless forms. To see other grey towering structures just like this on, plants growing from and over many of them, some more heavily overrun than others but all looking as quiet and empty as this one.

Unable to resist her curiosity as her eyes widened at the sight, the doe hopped closer to the male who had brought her here presumably to see this. Closer and closer until they were resting side by side, just sitting and looking out at a world so far beyond the meadows the doe had known all her life that it was both terrifying and beautiful in how different it seemed. She looked to the skies for birds of prey, but saw none. She knew there had to be some, considering all the other birds she had seen there were bound to be aerial predators, but perhaps not the kind who hunted ground based quarry such as herself.

Suddenly, the doe tensed as she felt a weight land upon her back. She squeaked and turned her head sharply, preparing to buck and kick off the male as he attempted to mount her while she was fixated on the world beyond. How could he think of breeding her at a time like this? When they were out in the open where anything could strike at them and take advantage of their vulnerability?

He stopped trying as soon as she resisted though, and returned to her side to sit and watch with her again. For quite some time they just sat there and watched the world, the buck resting calmly while the doe remained more attentive in her watch for predators. But as the time dragged by on and on, there came no attack. No sightings even. And the more she waited, the more the doe could feel the tugging from inside herself, her own body begging for fulfilment of the kind only a male could offer.

She looked to the buck with a soft grinding of her teeth and a flick of her ears, and he began to move around behind her again. The doe tried to relax herself as he mounted her, squirming not to escape his clutches but to get herself into a more presentable position for him as she felt his hips thrust and jerk and twitch sharply, the warm, firm flesh of his member seeking purchase against her rump. It took a little while, but eventually he found his mark. A soft, whining squeak escaped the doe as she felt him press into her, and braced herself for the rapid twitching of his hips and the intense, vigorous gushing of his seed deep into her loins.

Except... that never came. Or at least, it came far more slowly, far more gradually than the doe had ever known before.

This rabbit, this buck, like with all the things he had done with her so far, was slow and methodical. His hips did buck and grind against hers, but not with the frantic instinct to deposit his seed as fast as possible that the doe was so familiar with from her past breeding. It was almost more as though he was doing this for the physical benefits of breeding, the pleasant sensations that filled her body and presumably his as well while it was occurring. Was life in this place really so without worry, so without fear of predation or lack of food, to let him behave in such a way with impunity? And if so, did that mean that she could expect more of the same if she opened herself up to it?

The doe shook as a spasm of intense pleasure wracked her body, the motion of the buck's hips and his member twitching inside her stimulating her nether regions to extremes of which she was entirely unaccustomed. She gave a little shrill cry, ears twitching as it echoed around the empty space and rang out through the stone forest over which she was looking. She kept expecting it to end, waiting for that to be as intense and wonderful as the sensations could get, but they just kept on growing. Building. Swelling to greater and greater and greater extremes as the buck calmly rocked and shivered against her, occasionally shifting his weight upon her and nuzzling against the back of her head.

And then, after an eternity spent being bred and pleasured by this ever patient, ever calm male, the doe felt something rising inside herself. A pressure. A burning ball of knotted heat the likes of which she had never before known. She let loose a squeal, almost the same frantic, deafeningly intense squealing she once associated with a fellow rabbit being plucked from the earth and assailed by a vicious bird of prey. But this time there was no pain. No death. Just sweet, intense, overwhelmingly wonderful pleasure growing ever more so. More. And more. And then more still. She felt one of her back legs drumming against the stone floor in a fevered alarm as the male's pace suddenly quickened, and he hunched down over her with a frenzied intensity of his own. She felt him tense, quivering from top to toes as he thrust deep into her and held himself there, not moving, just his cock twitching as finally he let loose hot ribbons of his hopefully virile seed. And finally, in that moment, the doe felt it.

The searing, crashing tide of orgasm burst through her like a dam breaking, and though it was a world away from the life she'd once known, a life so alien and so far beyond the meadows of her birth, the doe knew that she would never again seek to leave this strange, long forgotten grey and green jungle. In that moment as she came hard around her mate's throbbing cock, feeling his seed lashing out into her fertile form, she knew that she was home, and safe at last.

By Jeeves

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