Tortoise/Hare

- Horndog D -

Nestled discreetly between a pair of snowcapped mountain peaks, the collection of shingled rooftops revealed themselves gleaming with all the brilliance of gold as the light of dawn spilled into the valley. The residents of Eposa rose with the shining sun to greet the beginnings of a gorgeous spring day. A soothing warmth settled into the air as the townsfolk set about their business, brightening the creatures' spirits and relaxing their pace to languorous ambles freed from any sense of urgency. Such peace, alas, was only ever temporary.

The discordant rhythm of feet striking earth in rapid succession preceded Hare's arrival. All the townsfolk were well-acquainted with the sound, just as they were with Hare's magnificent swiftness, in no small part owing to the young man's own tireless boasting. He spoke the truth as he knew it, and the truth in his head stated no one could match his lightning speed if all the lives of their kin depended on it.

Ever the slave to his morning routine, Hare charged full bore into the center of the village and dashed from shop to shop in an unabashed display of his agility. He greeted Bear and Fox and Crane with a bark of "Good morning!" before darting out too soon to hear a reply. Socializing, he reckoned, would only slow him down. When invited by Pig to step inside his bakery for a chat, Hare shook his head such that long ears collided like dueling swords above his brow. "Sorry. Much too busy to sit around and shoot the breeze."

Even as Hare jogged past him, Pig maintained a friendly tenor. "You know," he chuckled, "people will never learn your face if you don't hold still long enough for them to get a look at you."

"Ha! Who cares if anyone knows my face? All you slowpokes ever see is my tail." The jackrabbit smacked himself on the rump and sputtered laughter loud enough for everyone in the square to hear. Pig's pink cheeks flushed four shades of red.

Hare waved a hasty farewell and raced down a street packed from one storefront to the other with bustling shoppers. He weaved his way between the moving bodies until, finding no opening through which to squeeze, he turned into a narrow alley where he nearly collided with the back end of Tortoise. "Oh, for the love of..." Hare sighed. "Get the lead out, will you. Come on, let's go!" Tortoise paused, glanced over his shoulder, then continued plodding along in silence. "Some of us have places to be," Hare grumbled.

"You're always in a hurry to go nowhere." Tortoise spoke as if conversing with himself, his comment barely loud enough for Hare to catch.

"And what would you know of hurrying? A drunken snail could move faster."

Tortoise halted on the falling of his next measured step. He turned to address Hare and said, "A drunken snail would have better manners. I've seen the way you pop in and out of every shop in town, never buying anything, practically running folks over as you tear along. You're so determined to show off that you're going to race through life and miss everything."

Hare flaunted a cocky smirk. "I don't believe in false modesty. Why shouldn't the fastest creature in the land show off his speed?"

"The amazing thing is that you can manage to move at all under the weight of that ego."

"Your jealousy is showing, Tortoise. I won't apologize for what I am. Find me someone who can beat me in a race and I'll rescind my title."

"There's more to success in life than moving through it like your butt is on fire. Speed isn't everything, not even in a race." Tortoise paused a moment, selecting his next words with the utmost care. "Why, I'll bet I could make it to the end of the forest trail before you."

"You? Beat me? In a footrace?" Hare clutched his sides as he bent over in a fit of laughter. "At least you've got a quick wit, Tortoise. Thanks for the laugh, but no thanks on the race. You've wasted enough of my time already."

"Think you're faster than me, do you?"

"You bet your ass I'm faster."

Tortoise nodded. "Aright. I accept." Confusion was evident on Hare's countenance. Tortoise took a peek behind him to confirm the two of them were alone in the alley. "Just as you said: I'll bet my ass. Of course, you have to do the same. Winner gets to cum inside the loser. Let's do it at the finish line where everyone can see, in fact. That ought to make for some good incentive."

"Oh, I see." Hare clutched the bulge in front of his trousers as he thrust his hips forward. "Dying to get some of this, eh Torty?"

"What's the matter?" Tortoise aimed to mirror the arrogance he saw before him. "Too much of a coward to wager that tail you're so proud of showing everyone?"

Hare's ears flattened against the back of his head upon detection of the word coward. "Fine, then. You're on! First one to make it to the end of the forest trail gets to fuck the other in front of everybody." The pair shook hands.

"I propose we race a week from today," said Tortoise. "That'll give us both sufficient time to prepare."

"If you need a week to get your ass ready to accept a prize of jackrabbit cock, that's fine by me. It'll give me a chance to write my victory ballad."

Tortoise simply smiled as he turned to continue making his way down the tight crevice between the buildings, leaving Hare to shout in exasperation before doubling back the way he'd come.

Despite his taunt, Hare didn't squander a second composing any ballads. Except to eat and sleep, he spent every moment of the following week training for the race. He ran the length of the forest trail a dozen times, then ran it a dozen more with bags of sand tied about his waist. He jogged laps around the perimeter of Bull's farm, ran wind sprints in the field, and leapt over the creek again and again until the grass along each bank had been worn down to bare earth. Hare knew there was no glory to be had in simply winning the race; to prove the extent of his superiority, he'd need to utterly humiliate the lumbering turtle, beating him with such ease that anyone who expected a different outcome would be made to feel properly foolish. Thoughts of his victory rutting fueled Hare as he exercised below the blazing afternoon sun and the ghostly light of the moon. All throughout the week he denied himself the pleasure of release, determined to make his domination of Tortoise the most intensely satisfying fuck of his life.

On the day of the race, nearly the entire population of Eposa gathered at the trailhead just outside the forest. Everyone spoke of athleticism and the thrill of competition, though they all secretly desired a front row seat for the lewd display that would occur at the finish line. The crowd openly speculated who would come in first, while excited whispers discussed who would cum in second. The chatter only quieted when Hare and Tortoise took their places along the starting line.

Tortoise nodded to his opponent. "May the swiftest win."

"Thank you," said Hare. "I'm sure I will."

Fox stood to one side of the trail and raised a flag above his head, the fabric fluttering in the warm midday breeze. "On your marks... Get set... Go!" Fox swung the flag down with the force of an axe cleaving a log in twain, spurring Tortoise to set off down the path.

Hare stretched his arms with a leisurely yawn, then bent to wiggle his behind, the chocolate brown dollop of his tail waving above his shapely ass. His legs sprung out from under him as he leapt into a fast sprint, flying past Tortoise and disappearing amid the trees.

Hare checked over his shoulder often as he ran, having memorized the trail so well he could've traced every curve blindfolded. When he was certain he'd left his rival far behind, he slowed to a gentle lope. The spectators were set to walk a shorter path to the finish line in time to witness the end of the race, and Hare wanted to ensure his audience had plenty of time to reach their position to cheer his arrival. Tortoise's pitiably slow start confirmed he possessed no secret weapon to grant him the faintest hope of victory. Hare, on the other hand, was in perfect form. The only detail that hindered his performance even slightly was the dull ache radiating from between the junction of his legs, his balls swollen uncomfortably large with a week's worth of seed.

Having gained a substantial lead, Hare took the opportunity to abandon the path and dash behind a wall of brambles. There, he dropped his shorts to expose his sore nuts to the cool, shaded air. As he groped himself, images of a defeated Tortoise presenting his ass paraded before his mind's eye. Hare's cock rose to attention, his full erection soon throbbing as it pointed straight up at the pleasure-drunk expression on his face. Just as his imagination began to wander, he spotted movement through the coiling thorns. He tucked his wood into his shorts as best he could and ran back to the trail, resuming the race just ahead of the panting Tortoise. "Don't fall asleep, now!" Hare called back as he sprinted out of sight.

Ten minutes of hard running opened the gap enough that Hare could relax without fear of being overtaken. He stopped to wipe his shorts along the inside of his thighs, trying to soak up the slick juices leaking from his half-hard cock. Even that simple motion triggered a feverous yearning in his stomach that caused him to shiver. For just a moment... Hare thought. He stepped behind the trunk of a large walnut tree beside the path and again allowed his bottoms to hit the forest floor. He beat his cock with zeal, bringing himself to a few strokes shy of orgasm before stopping, breaking until the urgency subsided enough that he could resume. He edged several more times before the sound of feet striking the path reminded him of the race. He swore, wiped his oozing cockslit against the back of his hand, and yanked up his shorts just in time to jump out two steps in front of Tortoise.

Tortoise came to a stop and extended his hand. "Wait!" he said between gasps. "Hold... Hold on a moment..."

Hare halted, but kept his distance. "What is it? It's too late for you to back out of our deal now, you know."

"I know, I know. You're just... so much faster than I expected." Tortoise stooped to catch his breath, drops of sweat raining off his bald head. "Please. I don't want half the town watching you hump me. I won't renege on our bet, just... Take your prize now."

Hare felt his manhood twitch. "I... Why should I? Come on, the finish line is just beyond the next bend. Accept your loss like a man!"

"The bet was that one of us would get to bust a nut inside the other, right? I'll let you do it as many times as you want." Tortoise turned and dropped his shorts, exposing bare cheeks below the rim of his shell. He reached to part the moss green globes of his ass, revealing a tightly puckered hole positioned between them. "As long as none else sees, you can cum in here as many times as you like. Keep pumping me full until you run dry."

Hare swallowed as he drank in the sight of the smooth posterior being offered to him. The head between his shoulders wanted the turtle's public degradation, but his lower head desired only satisfaction—an objective that demanded nothing short of truly gluttonous sexual satiation. "Alright, fine. You want it so badly, you're going to get it." Squeezing his bloating crotch in anticipation, Hare added, "Remember, you asked for this."

For the sake of privacy, the pair relocated behind a cluster of boulders seated at the base of an embankment several yards off the trail. Hare stripped off his running attire as Tortoise got into position on hands and knees, ready and willing to be mounted. "Oh yes, that's what I like to see," Hare murmured as he jerked his glistening cock. He crouched to lift Tortoise's stub tail, watching a droplet of sweat cling to the pointed tip for a moment before it fell. Tortoise jolted in surprise when a hand delivered a hard smack across his left buttcheek. "This ass doesn't move very fast," Hare purred, squeezing the flesh in his palm, "but it looks pretty good for fucking. Let's find out."

Hare brought the tip of his slender cock to the puckered hole, savoring the contact spark of flesh against bare flesh. His blunt head drew loops around the clenching anal star, spiraling nearer to the center like a glass bead circling the basin of a washbowl. Hare drove forward fast and without a breath of warning, impaling himself deep inside the other male. Every muscle in Tortoise's body instinctively tightened at the sudden penetration. Hare moaned at the sensation of wet fists squeezing down on his erection from base to crown. He pulled his hips back slowly before ramming forward as if yanked by an elastic strand of glue, shoving the length of his cock deeper into the hot hole. Every abrupt buck that followed landed with increasing force behind it, flaring fire inside Hare's loins as the thrill of dominating his adversary soaked into his brain like honey-wine. "Ahh. How does that feel, Torty?"

"Nhn! You're the best I've had all afternoon."

At that, Hare was forced to concede a hearty burst of laughter. He praised the turtle's resilience in his mind, though he was no less certain he'd soon have the bottoming male begging him for more. Positioning his legs outside of Tortoise's, Hare grabbed onto the edges of the wide shell in front of him and went to work. "Oh yes, that's it! I'll fill that tight ass of yours right up...!" Hare's hips morphed into a blur, moans and grunts joining the muffled sound of fur-covered nuts slapping against a hairless taint. With a final plunging thrust and a guttural rumble in his throat, Hare exploded, his cock pulsing as it flooded the intestinal tunnel with cum. He gave a few more pumps for good measure before he withdrew, the end of his meat trailing a long, sticky string that ended in the bulk of his load dribbling down over a dangling pair of turtle testicles.

Hare sat back on his haunches, sighing contentedly as he admired his work. "Fuck, but that was a good one. Definitely worth the wait."

Tortoise exhaled as he relaxed his grip on the clumps of grass clutched in his fists. "You need some time to rest?"

"Not hardly! What good is speed without stamina? Don't expect the rest to be so easy, though." Hare leaned over to ensure Tortoise observed the impish grin on his face. "You thought you were slow before, my friend, just wait 'til I've ridden you so hard you walk bowlegged."

Tortoise received another slap across his upturned rear before Hare mounted him again, resuming close to where he'd left off. Another rough ride followed, rock-hard jackrabbit cock slamming sloppy turtle tailhole until a victorious cry echoed off the forest canopy as Hare shuddered through his second frantic climax.

Tortoise enjoyed but a momentary respite before Hare again dove cock-first into the valley nestled between the green hills of his behind. Dipping his head halfway into his shell, Tortoise fought the urge to squirm as Hare's pounding pecker stretched his ass wider. His fingers drew zigzagging lines in the dirt, his frame jerking ceaselessly. A soft sigh of relief slipped off his tongue when at last he heard Hare curse and felt jets of liquid heat spurt into his guts. No more than a minute passed before Hare began to move again, his cock holding stiff as a petrified branch.

And on it went.

Through squinting eyes, Tortoise watched the shadow of a sapling creep from one pebble to the next as he was fucked full of load after load. He was taken on all fours, then instructed to stand and lean against a boulder while Hare came up behind him, humping away until broken grunts signaled another orgasm. Streams of warm spunk cascaded down Tortoise's thighs as Hare lowered him onto the back of his shell. Tortoise gave no protest even as the constant rocking and wobbling summoned nausea inside his belly. From the force of Hare's thrusts, Tortoise wondered if the goal was to fuck him into ground deep enough that he could never escape, sentenced to starve to death as the horny hare rode him for weeks on end.

Finally, Hare pulled his aching cock free and jerked himself off in a gesture of submission to his mounting fatigue. A spectacular final load sprayed across Tortoise's behind, strings of jizm melting together into a gooey mess that covered most of his lower half. Spent to the point of delirium, Hare collapsed sideways into a panting, giggling heap of fur. He'd gone largely numb to the outside world, everything fading save for the pleasant tingle in his loins and the heady scent of sex every breath pulled into his nostrils. Satisfaction seeped all through his body, draining his limbs of strength and tugging his eyelids shut.

Emerging from a bank of fog, Hare found himself walking the forest trail, the dirt path replaced by a winding ribbon of vermilion tapestry. At the trail's end, he ascended a staircase to reach a golden trophy as tall as the tips of his ears, its enormous cup overflowing with rose petals that rained from the sky above. At the base of the platform, a legion of fans cheered his victory.

Hare awoke suddenly. Though his dream had ended, the roar of the crowd lingered. The sound was muted and distant like a thunderclap emitting from a spattering of storm clouds just cresting the horizon—but it was there, unmistakably real. He sat up, his eyes darting all around him as he searched for Tortoise. "He wouldn't..." Hare sprang to his feet, stuffed himself back into his clothes, and scampered up to the trail. "He couldn't...!"

Hare's mouth fell open as he rounded the bend and spotted Tortoise near the end of the final straight, running with all his might toward the finish line. Hare became a leaf taken by a raging tempest. Clouds of dust exploded behind him as his feet struck the ground, fury deadening all pain as his arms and legs pumped almost too fast for the naked eye to glimpse.

He closed the gap with impossible speed, but alas! It was too late. Even as Hare lunged across the finish line to skid along the ground into the crowd, he knew Tortoise had finished a second ahead of him. The townsfolk knew it too. They stepped over Hare to swarm the winner, chanting Tortoise's name as they rapped his shell in congratulation. Hare scrambled to his feet and pointed an accusing finger at his opponent. "Y-You liar! Cheater!"

Tortoise caught his breath before quieting the boisterous mob. "How did I cheat? If you'll recall, I never said I'd given up or declared the race had ended."

Bear stepped up to give Hare a powerful slap on the back. "What's the matter, Speedy? Trying to weasel out of admitting you lost?"

"Poor show," said Weasel.

"But I... You... Damn it all." Fair or not, Hare knew he'd been beaten. His humiliation compounded when the chatter around him turned to matters of the wager. The crowd's impatience had been growing steadily for close to two hours, and the restless excitement in their voices made it apparent that none of them intended to wait a minute longer. They applauded when Tortoise removed his pants, his cock swelling as large as the grin splitting his face. Only then did Hare realize he'd failed to make the turtle give up a single load earlier. His ass must be as numb as his brain, he reckoned.

Begrudgingly, Hare removed his clothing and knelt on all fours, presenting his ass in all its strapping glory for both Tortoise and the crowd gathered behind him. Tortoise gently caressed the exposed rear, his fingers slicing through the soft brown pelt to feel the toned muscle beneath. With both hands he circled the roundness of the lapine's buttocks and massage his inner thighs. Fingers lightly traced the outline of two ovals cradled within the furry scrotum before petting the shallow crevice below Hare's tail. Thumbs spread the divide so Tortoise could bury his face in the luscious softness. When a tongue slurped across the sensitive entrance to his bowels, Hare shivered. "J-Just get it over with already, will you!"

"As you wish." Tortoise retracted the thick foreskin sheathing his cock and held the tip against his target. He pushed his weight forward, slowly sinking into the hot, moist depths of Hare's ass until their plump ballsacks came to linger in intimate contact.

Hare winced. He felt a slight tremor creep through his limbs as he struggled not to moan. The cock buried under his tail hadn't looked so impressive at a glance, but with the monstrous thing plunged so deep inside him, he imagined it had to be at least as thick as the widest portion of a ripe summer squash.

"That's a surprise," Tortoise said softly. "For all the training you did, you never bothered to train back here, did you?"

Hare opened his mouth to offer protest, but all that came was a long, throaty groan as the cock pulled out of him, nearly turning him inside out in the process. His eyes rolled back in his head as Tortoise began mating him with heavy, deliberate thrusts.

Within a few short minutes, the crowd had formed a circle around the pair. "You sure do like to give us slowpokes a good look at your tail, Hare!" taunted Pig. In the corner of his vision, Hare could see Pig stroking the shaft of his fat dick as he laughed. Hare realized then that the multitude watching his abasement had begun openly masturbating to the spectacle. The impressive length of Horse's erection towered before him, with Wolf and Stag working their cocks close beside. Sheep and Lioness threw off their gowns before attacking the soaked slits between their legs with a lusting vigor that betrayed their reputations as ladies of refined decorum. Bear squatted to fondle the chubby balls of young Goat, who happily returned the favor.

As the members of their audience reveled in wanton indulgence, Tortoise ramped up the pace of his bucking. Hare shuddered as the turtle's thick cock rhythmically jabbed his prostate, sending ripples of agonizing desire that threatened to overwhelm his hold on reason. His own manhood bobbed under him, sorely erect and trickling glossy dribbles of precum. Hare dropped his gaze to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. You're too old to cry over losing a race, he thought. He whimpered the lie aloud, determined to convince himself his tears were born of sorrow rather than ecstasy. To confront a loss was one thing; to enjoy it was another. Still, surrender tempted him enough to coax a confession that yielding his anus to the imposing girth brought a carnal rush of euphoria as his most private depths were stretched to accept the invading phallus. The sense of fullness rapidly consumed him.

By the time arms crossed over his chest to hold him, Hare had retreated so far into his thoughts as to barely notice the rigid weight pressed against his back. Visibly straining, he resisted the force of his arousal like a dam of sticks holding back a churning sea, until at last he could endure no more. His cock twitched uncontrollably, gushing ropes of cum from an internal well he thought wholly depleted. Blasts of runny jizm splattered across his belly and the dirt until the very last drops of his spend joined a cloudy puddle half the length of his torso.

Tortoise sustained his steady humping throughout the duration of Hare's afterglow. Only when the body beneath his fell limp from exhaustion did Tortoise launch into a series of quick bucks that culminated in one mighty, final thrust. The restrained grunts that escaped his gullet belied the astonishing intensity of his climax.

Drool slavered from between Hare's parted lips as a dense mist of warmth engulfed his center. He felt as if gravity had released him, the sensation of weightlessness making him dizzy. His arms fell slack as Tortoise lifted him up, the slightest twinge of pain registering in the base of his spine. Then came the incredible bliss of relief as the turtle's fat cockhead popped free, leaving his butthole gaping to release a waterfall of creamy spunk, gobs splattering against the ground. Shouts and whistles reached his ears as faint echoes, the scene of the townsfolk cheering through their own explosive orgasms blurring as his eyelids gradually descended.

Tortoise rested his head against Hare's shoulder. His voice too quiet for the crowd to hear, he whispered into the jackrabbit's ear, "Slow and steady doesn't always win the race. But it does have its advantages, don't you think?"