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Once, long ago, you encountered a most curious sight in the woods. The trees were normal, the weather fine. The pair you stumbled upon were the oddity, the short adventure you were roped into forever etched in your mind...
A tortoise and a hare are hardly a pair you'd expect to find. Pale, almost blonde fur covers every inch of the athletic bunny girl, her firm assets on fine display given her attire of tank-top and shorts. Her shining, blue eyes match her short, tomboyish hair, a platinum blonde not all that lighter than her fur. You're convinced she hides six, powerful abs beneath her fur. Alas, the only way to confirm would be to give her exposed midriff a feel.
Conversely, the tortoise looks quite unused to any physical activity. A chubby build with an impressive bust, her hard shell almost looks too small for her. She's a fair bit shorter than the bunny, fluffy, black hair almost the opposite of her counterpart's blonde. She looks rather uncomfortable, pinned against the tree as she is by the stronger bunny.
“Do you ever get anywhere?” the hare asks through her mocking laughter.
“Yes,” replies the tortoise, calm as can be despite the situation she finds herself in. “And I get there sooner than you think!”
The hare scoffs, earning a grunt from the tortoise as she tightens her grip. “A race, then!”
“Certainly!”
“From here to the pine pond. First one in the water wins.”
“I accept.”
“But!” the hare begins, slamming the tortoise against the tree anew with a sudden jolt. “The loser has to perform a forfeit!”
“A f-forfeit?”
“Cowardly and slow?”
That gets the tortoise to pout, standing up as tall as she can. Which, admittedly, isn't saying much.
“Fine!” the tortoise declares, looking beyond the hare and locking eyes with you. “He can be the judge!”
Well, you've got nothing better to do, so you nod. “Alright.”
The hare huffs, releasing the tortoise as she shakes her firm ass with every step. She leans down, hands on the floor and legs stretched perfectly in that typical runners pose.
“Fine,” the hare states, little bunny tail wagging. “It just means we'll have an audience when I have you on your knees.”
“W-what?” the tortoise stammers, green cheeks darkening.
“Your forfeit. I want you to lick every part of me I desire.”
“That wasn't-”
“Too late!” the Hare cuts her off. “Now, unless you want to quit, line up with me.”
Looking at the floor as she approaches the hare, the tortoise looks the definition of defeated as she tries her best to mimic the pose. The general outline is there, but none of her muscles are working nearly as hard as her opponent's. Unsurprising, really.
“Count!” the hare shouts, eyes fixed on you.
Resiting the urge to fire back, you stand in line with the pair, albeit off to the side. Raising your hand high, you do as instructed.
“Three,” you begin, the hare's rear tightening as she shifts her weight.
“Two!”
The hare's ears twitch, a smirk on her lips.
“One!”
The tortoise grunts as she gets ready to move, the hare already three steps ahead.
“Go!”
The hare sprints away, a cloud of dust kicked up as she runs full speed towards the finish line. An interesting choice, given just how far it is. Then again, when the dust clears, the tortoise is barely jogging.
“If I didn't know better,” you begin, easily catching up with her and jogging by her side. “I'd say you want to get a taste of little miss hare.”
“I do not!” the tortoise protests, cheeks still darkened from the suggestion alone. “I have a plan.”
“Do tell.”
“I think she's cocky and arrogant, beside her skill.”
“Seems it,” you agree, still keeping pace with ease.
“So, she'll probably stop not far from the finish, catch her breath.”
There's a pause, and you almost sigh. “And?”
“I just need a distraction for when she wakes up.”
“Like what?”
Seconds tick on by, jogging in silence, her head slowly turning until she looks at you. She flashes her teeth as she stares right at you for several strides, and you finally clock on.
“Me?” you ask, shaking your head. “How?”
“When hare's wake-up, they're insatiably horny,” she begins, looking dead ahead all of a sudden. “Allegedly.”
“Hold on, you're not suggesting I-”
“Run ahead, find her napping and distract her when she wakes up with some coitus? Yes, that's exactly what I'm planning.”
For a moment, you almost have an ethical debate over how acceptable this is. A question skewed all the more by the fact you're technically the judge. Of course, it quickly passes, the lewdest parts of you the loudest as they offer a simple argument; participation trumps a show.
“Alright, I'll do it,” you agree.
You feel her hand on your rear as she gives you the softest of slaps. “Go get her!”
Get her you shall...
- - -
The total distance of the race isn't all that much. Sure, the trees obscure either end of the route, but you're barely out of breath when you catch up to the Hare. Just as Tortoise said, she's happily napping. The finer aspects of her athletic form are on fine display as she lies beneath a particularly shady tree, a content smile on her lips as she takes slow, restful breaths.
Minutes tick on by as you lean against the tree, making sure not to make much noise. There you wait, watching her chest rise and fall.
And wait.
You wait a little more.
Oh, her nose twitches as she threatens to open her eyes, only to turn in her sleep.
A little more waiting.
Finally, her eyes flutter open, the huffing and puffing of a certain tortoise just about audible. Those stunning blue eyes of hers sparkle in recognition, her mouth forming an oh as she gasps.
“Well, morning stud,” she purrs, nose twitching as she speaks.
The sound of the tortoise's exhaustion grows louder, and you make your move.
“Hey, champ,” you greet, earning a giggle. “The tortoise is so far behind, you're definitely going to win,” you explain, getting more to her level by dropping to your knees. “Want an early celebration?”
She licks her lips, eyes darting towards your crotch as she sits up. You just about make out her cute little tail wagging, when she lunges forward. How easily her hands press against your shoulders, the force pinning you to the ground. She almost squirms as she crawls down your torso, eagerly pulling down your trousers.
“Fuck yes,” she purrs, pressing the palm of her hand against the bulge in your underwear.
A forceful push and a few rotations has you throbbing for her touch, something she gifts as she tugs down your underwear. With your cock springing free, she descends.
Her long, fluffy ears twitch as she noisily parts her lips, purposefully loud as she slurps. Swallowing your cock, she dives deep, gagging as you poke her throat, only to suddenly rise! Doing nothing by half, she bob up and down your length, not caring about the lewd slurps and gluks as she coats you in spit.
As you groan and buck your hips in time with her bobs, she suddenly pulls off you. Creating just a little space, she pulls off her top only to undo her sport's bra. Her tits are all the more impressive now they're free, easily a size or two bigger than your thought. Only a moment later, she does the same with her shorts, sliding them down and adding them to the growing pile of clothes. Evidently, she was serious about her threat of a forfeit, no hint of underwear in sight. Just a tuft of thick blonde fur above her already furry snatch.
“You better pump me full of your hot, sticky cum. Really make that tortoise remember this,” she purrs, all smiles despite the threat.
With lust fully in control, you don't object, all thoughts of the tortoise gone the moment the hare rises up. Her chest bounces as she's suddenly straddling you, a lone hand parting her fur and revealing her slick snatch. A grind, then two, before she rises once more. Throwing her head back, she whines as she accepts you. The tip of your cock slips inside, parting her tight walls as she slams herself down! Balls deep in an instant, you take hold of her hips as you relish the heat surrounding you.
“F-fuck,” she complains, squirming around your mighty cock. “So big!”
“You didn't need to take it all so quickly,” you remind her, unable to feel too bad. After all, her grip on you is so tight and the faces she pulls are too damn cute.
“S-shut up!”
Sure enough, a hand covers your mouth, her lips quivering as she quickly rises. Her grip on you puts up a fight as she damn near slips off, only to impale herself on you anew! Proving that slow and steady is not for her, she keeps going. Biting her lips barely suppresses her moans and whines, bouncing up and down your length like a woman possessed.
“Cum, cum, cum!” she chants after each descent, tits jiggling as you keep her steady.
Tight and wet, she feels damn-near perfect, even if her pace is rough. Despite her own resistance weakening, she powers on. Occasional twitches in her legs and the way her ears flop betrays her approaching end, something you don't help as you buck your hips in time with her growingly shaky descents.
Finally, she breaks.
Coming to a complete stop around your cock, she moves her hands to your shoulders. Digging her fingers into you as she holds on for dear life, she throws her head back. Between ragged breaths and needy mewls, she moans like a satisfied bitch mid-heat.
Her walls clamp down tight around your cock, sudden spasms almost begging you to cum. Subtle grinds only make her vocals quieter, squirts of fresh, hot juices coating your crotch. Even as she comes down from her momentary high, her walls convulse around you, only stopped from pulling herself off with your firm hold on her hips.
“We're not done,” you remind her, looking into her questioning blue eyes.
“But, I am?” she questions, her stamina truly impressive as her breathing comes easier.
“Seriously?”
She makes a show of groaning, only to suddenly lift her hips. Sure, she's much slower this time, but she bounces up and down your cock anew. Despite wanting to get back to her race, it doesn't take long for her lusty spirit to return.
“Tortoise will have to,” she begins, pausing as she moans. “Drink so much of your cum!”
Slow, almost sensual movements are much more your pace, easily matching it with your own subtle movements. Truthfully, you bordered that blissful edge before she reached it, now at your limits as you groan.
She doesn't stop as you fire the first of many potent loads. Shot after mighty shot floods her depths, grip on her hips tightening as you moan. Pure euphoria courses through your veins as you gladly ride out your end, the hare continuing to ride you even as you fire your final shot.
As it happens, she wants another turn reaching her climax...
- - - - -
An hour. That's how long you're at the mercy of the hare. You stopped counting just how many times you sent her to heaven after the third, and she finally rests her head on your chest, spent.
Idly, you stroke her back, appreciating the hum she produces.
“So full of it,” she whispers, groaning as she finally frees herself of your cock. Neither of you comment as remnants of your deed leak from her, coating you just as much as her.
“Just like you wanted,” you point out, not hiding the amusement from your tone.
“Yeah.”
“Oh shit!” she suddenly yells, muscles tensing before she leaps to her feet.
You watch, ignoring the aches she produced, as she runs towards the finish line. Cum dribbles down her legs, not that she cares, and you can already see the smugness on the tortoise's lips from here. Lazily, you rise, making yourself decent before approaching the pair. To your surprise, the hare is taking things in good stride, even if she pouts.
“Fine,” the hare whines, stomping a foot. “What do you want from me?”
“Oh, um,” the tortoise stammers, cheeks darkening as she notices you. “W-well.”
“Spit it out!”
The tortoise snaps to attention, eyes locking with her beaten foe. “W-will you be my girlfriend?”
The hare's eyes widen as she shakes her head. “Why?”
“Come on, you know why,” you explain on the tortoise's behalf.
“I mean, I guess? You know I fucked this guy, right?” Obviously, she points at you.
“Monogamy is for chumps,” the tortoise simply states, offering you each a hand.
You shrug. While you wouldn't put it that way, you're certainly not against it, taking one of her hands. After a moment and much pouting and whining, the hare accepts the other.
You've sampled quick and slick, now to experience slow and steady. The hare grins as the tortoise takes her time getting to her knees and parting her lips, only to take your cock in her throat with ease...