Ties That Bind
by Shravasti
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Pasha's ears perked as her keen senses wove an invisible detection grid around her. The naked, ash colored rabbit set about flower gathering. It was a distraction, a distraction from the pangs of need that made her body ache. Heats were such a nuisance, especially when they were ill timed. The men in her village had gone off on a week-long forage.

She had to stop again, setting aside the basket of flowers, squatting near a tree to pee for the umpteenth time. Another downside. As the last of it dribbled, her ears perked up again. That was distinctly the snap of a twig. She stood up suddenly, looking around. There was rustling coming from the direction she'd traveled from. For a time, she thought someone might have followed her from the village, but they'd not be so covert about it. Then it got worse, a dark shape suddenly moved towards her from between the thick trees. Her flight response kicked in and she ran.

Pasha panted, running as fast as her lapine legs could take her, which was fairly fast. But whatever was after her was keeping up. Her legs were getting rubbery already, as her thighs rubbed rapidly against her loins in her panic. She was probably dripping all the way, leaving a trail of her scent behind her. She stole a glance over her shoulder, but that was her last mistake. Just as she came into a small clearing, a root tripped her. The rabbit yelped as she fell forward, landing on her chest, with her backside in the air. The classic mating position.

That was the position she was in when her pursuer caught up. As he stepped into the light, she saw that it was a fox, a male fox. She knew this because his manhood was hard and waggling with his intense breathing. She'd never heard of a fox being aroused before eating, but then what foxes did to rabbits was unsubstantiated to begin with. Then she'd remember she'd been peeing from here to the village. Perhaps he'd been following her by her leavings, and some of the messages were compatible. The prey part of her hid behind the adventurous heated female part. She was hoping he was interested in something other than eating her, but not just because she was afraid.

The fox stepped up to her, and as he got closer, she could see his member more clearly. It was so much more visceral than a rabbit's, redder even than the fox's bright orange fur, pointed at the tip with intent to force it's way in, and a strange throbbing swell at the base. Those large, hefty white balls. As he slowly circled her, she realized that she hadn't moved from her position yet. He didn't have to take her by force, perhaps she really was offering.

Something warm was dripping onto her shoulder, then some of it landed right on the tip of her nose. His pre-cum, she flicked her tongue up to taste it. It was salty. Then he was behind her again. She couldn't take it anymore. She was in heat, and there was a male right there. It didn't matter what his species was anymore. Her body decided to give him a better hint. She shivered as she unleashed her urine behind her, at his feet. She moaned, her backside tilting upwards more. "Ahhnn..."

She heard the fox crouch behind her, sniffing down between her legs at the puddle she'd left. Then her eyes bulged as she felt him jam his muzzle between her buttocks. His cold, wet nose was pressing up against her tailhole as his tongue flicked at her sex, which rewarded his effort by making the rabbit more juicy, so to speak. He growled lustfully, moving up, and it was there that Pasha felt his pointed tip entering her. But he did not savor or tease. Instead, he gave one good thrust, until his hips hit her soft buttocks, and his tip could be easily felt pressing into her cervix. Once he was in, instead of putting his hands on her hips, they planted on her shoulders, holding her upper half down firmly. His fingers dug right into the skin, and he started to move. Pasha yelped as his hips swatted her rear, then it did it again and again, his tip crashing against her cervix like a battering ram. This was no soft but eager rabbit buck, creating a small balance of pleasure. This was a carnivore, taking what he wanted, sending the pleasure crashing in instead.

His panting was guttural, rapid. His long tongue was hanging down, drooling profusely. She managed to look up, seeing his sharp teeth proudly displayed in his efforts. His panting turned to grunting, and she became aware of something pressing into her from her vaginal passage. She remembered the swelling at the base of his cock, and she knew it was getting bigger. It was already thicker than any rabbit man could hope to be, and his thrusts seemed to require more effort as her insides held onto it tightly. Probably more tightly than he was used to.

The way that knot stirred her insides around, touching off nerves made sensitive from her estrus, she was getting close. She knew she'd commit to an irrevocable situation if she allowed this to go on, but she hardly had a choice. Her body agreed, and the fox felt her get even tighter in her orgasms, bidding him to do his part. He let out one long, strained grunt, and a final thrust, and then he fed her thirsty cervix his seed. It suckled on him like a babe to a teat, and he fed it with more than any rabbit had been inseminated before. She could feel it drumming up against the walls of her womb. Somewhere in there, without a doubt, his sperm hunted in a pack, doing like their father did with her, eagerly rushing toward the hapless eggs.

The two of them panted on the forest floor for a few minutes. Pasha was the first to gain her senses back, and her reflex was to move away. He grunted as she felt a pull between her legs. Taking measure of the sensations, she realized that his knot had now locked him into her. Neither of them would be going anywhere for a while. The fox sighed, pulling her up. They both moved upright, letting her look down to see just how deeply he was penetrated into her. He started licking at her neck and her shoulder, making her tense up for a second, anticipating a bite. But he just kept licking and kissing at her shoulders, a form of aftercare. It'd been tricky to get a good look at his face before, but now that they were in a lull, she was able to get a look at him. His blue eyes looked at her with a boyish air. He had a shaggy mop of brown hair on his head. His eyes seemed large, youthful, and she realized that this was just a mere boy. By rabbit standards, he didn't look to be older than 15. Her heated side was still in charge, and it wondered what he'd be like at twice that age. It made her insides throb and convulse, and he grunted lightly.

Their bodies worked on automatic, and her hips began to gyrate, as best as his knot would allow it. He puffed through his teeth, then grabbed her breasts, holding on to them for dear life. She shifted her hips around and around, and his cock stirred up her insides. The poor fox's eyes bulged out, as it seemed she'd gotten even tighter. That was the gift of the rabbit doe, their insides were made to handle more than just one session of mating or birthing. His grunting  gave way to whining, and his tongue was hanging out far longer than anyone else she'd seen. The poor teenage fox, his young and horny body overtaken, suddenly grabbed onto her hips. His hips, and thereby his cock, all jabbed upwards harshly, and Pasha's keen ears wiggled to the sounds of all that seed filling her insatiable womb.

It'd take an hour, but eventually, the fox's knot had receded enough to pull out. As he pulled out, it seemed he had a small reservoir left in him, a single shot of his seed painting a white line on her back before trickling down her tailhole to join the gobs of cum oozing out of her sex.

She sighed and turned about. He stood there staring at her, breathing heavily. He looked like he didn't know what to say, which was to be expected, since they very likely didn't speak the same language. Her eyes gleamed as she looked upon his member, all throbbing and coated in his own semen.

She stalked up to him on all fours, perhaps the prey become the predator. Rabbits had a tradition called 'A courtesy clean', and she gave the young tod a shock as she opened her mouth. Her lips wrapped around his huge cock, and while she took it in deeply enough, his knot gave her pause. She sucked the cum from the surface of his cock, then she kept on going. Her head moved back and forth, the inside of her mouth and her throat giving as good as any vagina.

His knot was back to full in no time. She took the opportunity to hold his fuzzy white balls in her hands. They still had heft to them, as though he still had lots more to give her. She slowly drew back, loudly slurping on the flesh as her lips contacted it, and it was clear that he was clean as a spear, if somewhat shiny. Her sucking was now restricted solely to his tip, and his head tilted back, groaning to the heavens. His creamy seed flooded her mouth, a heavier, saltier taste, but undoubtedly very potent. She let it go, and more thick ropes splattered on her face, and her breasts.

The fox was utterly floored now, collapsing onto the ground in stupefied unconsciousness. If he was anything like a rabbit male, he'd have one hell of a nap. Perhaps the image of her covered in his semen would be seared into his dreams for a long time. She crouched down to kiss him on the cheek, then stepped away quietly.

Pasha had time to consider things as she got stock of her location and headed for the nearest pond. As she washed his scent and everything else off her, she could feel the sperm diving nose first into a soft white surface in hopes of finding what they sought. She decided she wouldn't say anything about what happened, at least until any baby was born, and then she had no choice. They wouldn't shun her for having a fox's baby, but she also wouldn't lie if they asked. He was not some depraved rapist as they might think, just a male, doing his duty in courtesy to a female in need.

She looked in the direction she came as she stepped out of the water. She wondered if he'd even be able to tell his people at all as she headed back to the village.

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They all noticed Pasha acting differently as she came back to the village, but she said nothing. When another month passed, she noticed that she had missed her heat cycle this time. The village midwives checked her out and confirmed she was pregnant. As the months wore on, she got very large. The midwives, while normally able to tell how many she'd have, seemed to have trouble with the odd shapes within.

In the end, she gave birth to four. Three girls, and one boy. Of course, she had to fess up when they looked upon the strange babes. They were all an ashen red in color, the ears of two seemed to end on points, while the others were somewhat short. One had an unusually long tail. Most of all, on looking at the boy, they noticed that he was not 'constructed' like an ordinary rabbit male.

They decided they would not judge, rationalizing it as she did. The work of the gods, filling a gap. That was when the foxes came. The village suddenly found itself surrounded by them. But one vixen stepped up, speaking to the rabbits in a slightly broken form of their tongue. Pasha noticed the young father of her children standing behind her.

The foxes had been having birth rate trouble for years. Then, after the young tod relayed his experiences with the heated doe, an observer was sent to watch them silently. They not only noticed just how many children the rabbits seemed to have, but Pasha bearing several from one of their men.

They  did not come to take, instead a agreement was struck. The fox and rabbit societies seemed to merge. Foxes and rabbits mated freely, far more freely than the foxes were used to, and many a new child was born from this. The foxes protected the rabbits, who in turn used their prodigious breeding ability to boost the population of the foxes.

As for Pasha, the father of her children, who she finally learned was named Rio, became a permanent presence in her life, somewhat flustered at being a father at what he considered such a young age. Boy, did the rabbits have things to surprise him with.

His new mate, and his daughters, would make sure he was well taken care of as the years went on, and in turn he took care of them. As for his oldest son, he'd be a strange mirror for his father, and a fine ambassador between the two peoples, his own first litter born to a vixen who'd never have believed it had she not lived it, because he was 5.

The fates of the foxes and the rabbits were forever inextricably tied, like the knot of a tod in the sex of a doe.

-End