Just jumping into the thick of things I guess. I may go back eventually and add filler chapters leading up to this, but eh. Probably not.

Warning Warning Warning: This chapter contains hetero(ish) sex. Jack is going to put his penis into Aster's shiny new (temporary) vagina. I understand if you do not appreciate this particular method of mpreg, which is why I am warning you now. Please do not read this and then send me hateful messages. Feel free to skip this mating season and join us again for the pregnancy or even skip that too and come back for the babies. Or cut your losses and stop here. I truly appreciate all of my readers, and thank you for your support and feedback thus far.

I appreciate the suggestions for Jack's possible impregnation and have even been impressed with a few of them, but have decided to maintain my stance.

Rated: M for sexual content and swearing and adult themes (obviously).

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters (they own me).

Slick

Jack wasn't nervous. Being nervous would just be silly. The slight tremor in his hands as he crafted the final touches he had decided to add to his and his mate's quarters were due to the strain of so much concentration for the time it took him to cast his magic. He tried to keep telling himself that. And it was failing a little more in his mind as the seconds ticked by. He ground his teeth together as he created the last prism of ice in his shaking palms. There. Perfect. He planted the prism in the dirt floor by his feet and out of the way.

Jack had originally wanted candles. But the fire they required refused to work with him enough to get the correct number of wicks lighted and he had been forced to switch direction, relying on the moon's glow instead of the tricky light of a flame. Aster would have been able to help him, but that would have defeated the purpose. So instead he had carefully calculated the angle of the night's light through their chamber and placed a carefully crafted prism of ice at the perfect location to reflect the light in another direction across the room.

One had turned into ten or twenty, he wasn't sure. He had just kept creating them until the light reaching the final prism refused to budge any more. Moonbeams had difficulties with prisms anyway, and the last one glowed dimly. The rainbow effect of colors drifting softly through the air was an unexpected bonus. His Bunny loved colors anyway, and these wouldn't have been achieved with crummy old fire.

The air was cool from the ice permeating the room, making Jack feel energized and jittery. Aster didn't like the cold usually, and the sprite hoped his presentation wouldn't have the opposite effect of what he intended on his mate. He had hope, though. It was very possible that his mate may happily welcome the cooler climate in these particular circumstances.

The pooka's temperature had risen subtly over the last couple of days, and Jack had certainly taken notice. He tried not to dwell too much on how keenly he had anticipated the change in his husband, carefully sensing the minute influxes that signaled the pooka's upcoming mating season. The last two days had been really embarrassing; Bunnymund ignoring him to finish the final touches of his chocolate while Jack hovered nearby, perching on his staff or flitting through the air or even just walking around him in agitation like a dog sensing a female in heat.

Which wasn't entirely untrue.

But that wasn't the point at all. Jack knew he was being a bit overbearing to the point that he was beginning to suspect he was irritating his Bunny. And he really didn't want things to begin with negative feelings. He wanted things to be romantic. Which was what the candles would have been for.

He liked ice better anyway.

The room glittered and sparkled and the soft glow of the natural light from the night felt just right. Now he just hoped that the gradual shift in his mate's physiology had been accurately observed and he wasn't being a bit preemptive. While the first year of the return of Aster's mating season had been a shock, the second had been quite smooth and Jack hoped that his experience was leading him true this time as well. It was just so...important.

Carefully placing his staff on its familiar hook, he took a step back toward the entrance of their quarters and gazed speculatively at his handiwork, wondering if there was anything else he had forgotten or could improve. The non-nervousness set in again, and the sprite found his fist pressing into his mouth as he looked worriedly at what he had done. What if Bunnymund hated it?

Strong, furry arms wrapped around his torso, and Jack couldn't help the violent start and shriek he let loose at the unanticipated contact, followed very shortly with the extreme desire for instant death. The wish only mildly dissipated when his husband nuzzled his cheek and spoke quietly into his ear. "What've we got 'ere?"

Jack blushed and groaned, ducking his head away from the face that nuzzled him. His daydreams of surprising his Bunny with the romantic setting were dashed. "Thought you wouldn't be done finishing the new dens for a while…" he confessed in defeat, "Was hopin' to surprise you…" His devastation attempted to warp into annoyance when his mate chuckled lowly in his ear.

"You hadn't been by ta pester me for a whole half hour, love," Bunnymund joked, "Thought you'd carked it. Had ta go in search of your body."

"Ha ha," Jack muttered sourly, gripping the arms around his torso and finally leaning back against the furry shoulder behind his head. The body he leaned into was sweltering. It felt like his instincts had been correct, though Aster seemed to have vastly better control over himself, which, if Jack was being honest, was secretly a little disappointing. It also occurred to him that his mate hadn't commented on his project. "Do…do you like it?" he finally hedged, directing attention to his work and holding his breath.

An assessing pause filled the room before the pooka hummed approvingly into his ear, and Jack was able to breathe a little easier. At least Bunnymund didn't dislike it. "It's beautiful work, love…and ah've been feelin' a bit warm today. The cool feels good, mate. Makes me wanna keep ya close…" Ace. Jack blinked. When had he started thinking in Aussie idioms?

Pointedly ignoring the mental slip, he turned carefully in his Bunny's arms and lifted his eyes to meet green ones. "You think we can start trying tonight?" he asked hopefully, trying to keep his flush at bay. His heart accelerated as the words left his lips, and he had to lick them to remove the tickle left behind.

Aster appeared to be calm and collected, visually weighing the chances in his mind, but his pupils were not-so-slowly blowing and his whiskers twitched involuntarily, and Jack had to contain the immediate exhilaration of his mate's response, even before any words were spoken. "We could give it a go, love…" the pooka began hesitantly, and gripped Jack tighter as his blue eyes widened in joy. "But…" Disappointment shrunk the sprite's shoulders. Freaking catches.

Aster purred against his skin to sooth his mood. "Ah was just gonna warn ya, love," the rabbit murmured, "Just 'cause amma have female anatomy doesn't mean ah'll be primed for kits immediately. Females have cycles and chances are it'll take a little time fer mine ta kick in, alright?" Jack nodded his understanding and was halted by another warning. "And Jackie…ah'm gonna, er…" Bunnymund paused as if unsure how to proceed, floundering for words, and Jack couldn't help but cock his eyebrows in anxious confusion.

Finally Aster cleared his throat and took on the tone of a teacher speaking to a student, much to Jack's irritation. "Jack, you know ah can get a bit…aggressive during ma season," he began, not waiting for affirmation from his mate before he continued, "Well, the aggression isn't gonna go away…it'll just be different. Do you know what ah mean, love?" Emerald eyes focused on the sprite, assessing for understanding.

Jack was not forthcoming. Aggression was aggression, wasn't it? And he had handled the previous seasons alright. He was getting the jitters again. Talking was not what he wanted to be doing at the moment. He fidgeted and tried not to chew his lip as he finally shook his head.

The sprite noticed all too keenly when the subtle grinding began against him, probably without Aster even realizing it, and the pooka tucked his face into the cool neck to keep his eyes averted from his worrying mouth. "Ah'm not gonna want you ta stop, love," he breathed hotly into Jack's skin, "ah won't let ya leave me or even sleep. MiM you've been drivin' me crazy the last few days…"

The grinding was less subtle now and the soft, furry face tucked in his neck was rubbing against him and Jack's breathing was becoming labored. "What about the chocolate?" he asked into the top of his husband's head, "Don't we need that?" He wanted all of his stamina to be utilized for their babies; waste not. And he had a feeling it would be greatly depleted by the time everything was over.

"Been testin' it fer a week, love," Bunnymund panted, "Ah'm already mostly female…bandolier, top pocket…"

Jack tried to hide his surprise at his Bunny's announcement as he groped into the pocket of the belt slung over the pooka's shoulder. Inside, his fingers felt a few foil-wrapped ovals and he picked one out. He wasn't sure if he should feel negligent for not noticing his mate's physical change, but the rabbit really had kept busy and even distant while they prepared for the imminent season. Using his chocolate-free hand, he hoisted the leather strap over his mate's head and gently set it in the floor beside them at the entrance of their quarters before grasping the fur of his Bunny's chest and leading him carefully back toward their nest.

The air shimmered and danced with the soft colors that the dim light of the night and ice created against the warm, earthen walls of their den, and the cool air relaxed Jack and seemed to sooth his mate's overheated body as he gently pressed Aster down into the nest and stood for a moment, unwrapping the foil from around the candy he held. Knowing now that his husband had been slowly perfecting female anatomy through sweets caused Jack to observe the subtle differences; the most obvious being the lack of male arousal.

The sprite certainly knew he was prepared to do his part; his clothes already felt itchy and tight and smothering against his skin, especially his pants. But Aster had no outward sign of his arousal, which by now should have been obvious. Jack decided that an informative discussion could happen later, though. Right now he had a chocolate to feed his mate.

Slipping into the nest still fully clothed, he straddled the rabbit's hips and wriggled around until he was comfortable and he had the pooka's back propped up against some pillows. Aster's paws were roaming, slipping up and under his hoodie as he adjusted, and budging down into the hem of his pants, rubbing his touch along his waistline. The purrs vibrating from his chest were so loud that they reminded Jack of the sounds human yard tools made when trying to start.

The chocolate wouldn't melt in his cool fingers, but it was coating itself against the pads of his digits. Even holding it at the ready, he couldn't help but reach across the minimal space separating him from his love and press a loving kiss to the pooka's mouth before proceeding. "Let's make a family, Aster," he whispered, and finally brought the candy up to his mate's lips, letting the sweet pop smoothly into his mouth to melt on his hot tongue almost instantly. He gasped and groaned when his fingers were sucked in too, and cleaned of any coating they still contained.

The change was fairly immediate, but subtle. Jack hoped he wasn't hurting his Bunny as he felt the hips below him shift and widen slightly, and he could feel the pooka's already slim waist shift higher to compensate for the slightly more feminine build. A brief moment passed as the magic worked, and then it was suddenly over and the changes seemed to end, and Jack let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He was incredibly relieved. Aster wasn't smaller or larger, he hadn't grown human breasts or changed his appearance; he was still Aster…or was it she was still Aster now? He decided not to dwell on that.

Jack shed his hoodie and let his mate shift into a more comfortable position below him. Once the shirt was free and laying forgotten in the floor, he turned his gaze back to his mate and paused. Bunnymund's eyes were still black and blown and his chest still labored under his panting breaths, but he was obviously nervous, and Jack wasn't sure if that made him feel better or not. After all, if Aster was nervous then he certainly had a right to be as well...but he didn't want that. "You all right, Bunny?" he asked, pulling the pooka closer to him and stroking his long, drooping ears lovingly. He planted a kiss at the corner of the pooka's mouth. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

Familiar strong arms finally clutched him and a wet nose nuzzled his jawline. If he didn't know any better he'd imagine Aster was shivering. He worried that it was too cold in their room. He didn't want his mate to be uncomfortable. He wanted everything to be perfect for his Bunny, and was just about to ask when the pooka finally spoke.

"Mate…Jack, if a'any point ya don't…like it…ah want you ta stop, alright?"

Jack was flabbergasted. Surely Bunnymund wasn't worried about that? They were about to make a valiant effort at conceiving children. What was there not to like about that? His pants needed to come off like five minutes ago. "Same goes for you," he replied breathlessly, choosing to ignore his mate's implications and play dumb. But the jerky nod he received in reply wasn't reassuring, and he slid unwillingly off the lap on which he perched.

He confidently began to shimmy out of his trousers, hoping to prove to his mate how ready he really was for this, but when he was finally naked and looked up he saw that Aster was watching his face, not his body. He sighed deeply. Fucking mating season always messed with his Bunny's head. He should have foreseen this. He took a deep breath and slid himself back up to sit on the pooka's hips once more, resting his back comfortably against his partner's legs and letting his erection rest between them prominently. "Tell me what you're worried about," he commanded. He wasn't going to let his babies be conceived with anxiety hanging over them.

Bunnymund's eyes flicked down to his length and back to his eyes before he could stop himself. Jack found it bizarre. His companion obviously wanted him, though the usual signs were absent; that was sort of to be expected, right? And his heat was coming upon him with a vengeance. Aster should be literally begging him at some point in the immediate future. And yet, here he was…

"Tell me."

"If it feels wrong or gross ah want ya to stop. Ah don't eva want you ta feel like ya hafta do somethin' you don't wanna…Don't worry 'bout ma season. Ah can handle it," Aster rambled.

It clicked. And Jack did a poor job of hiding his exasperated grin. Aster was on about the female stuff again. He was still afraid Jack would be disgusted. Didn't the rabbit know that Jack wasn't in love with his cock? Well, he loved it, but that wasn't what he loved about Aster. He loved his Bunny. For everything that he was. A vagina was just changing things up a bit as far as he was concerned, though he would miss the feel of his husband's…anyway.

And he had definitely considered all of this already. He'd have been a fool not to. It was sort of different. But shortly after he'd learned about the requirements for children, he had also realized he wasn't concerned about having sex with a female version of his mate, but simply missing the sex they had always had. And he had brushed that off easily. As long as he was with Aster everything would be perfect.

So now, trying to hide his grin, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Bunnymund's and watched the glitter from the rainbows painting the room dance in his mate's dark liquid eyes. "You're beautiful, Bunny," he whispered and nuzzled his cheek against the furry one, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of his aroused mate. It was different but not unpleasant, and wholly Aster in its own way. "Can I touch you now?" he asked, eyes still closed and resting his face in the crook of the rabbit's neck.

Below his ear he could hear the pooka's heart-rate accelerate, and he didn't know if it was from anxiety or arousal or a mixture of both, but when a single nod pressed against the top of his head he didn't question it. He wanted to prove to his Bunny that everything was fine and that the only one who should be worried was him. He hoped he would be able to figure out quickly how to pleasure his mate. He knew Bunnymund would guide him, though, as long as it was apparent that he was comfortable with it.

Keeping his movements conspicuous, Jack traced his Bunny's shoulder, running his fingers through the fur down his arm before dropping it to his hip. He let his hands adjust to the new pronouncement of his waist and took his time feeling the bone of his hip before letting his touch glide down to the thigh tucked between his legs.

He stopped and adjusted. He needed access that he hadn't compensated for before, he'd never needed to, and he gently squeezed the pooka's side as he settled between the strong legs of his mate, letting each limb settle around his body, encircling him. The scent in the air was thicker now and he found that it was making him a little dizzy, and as he pressed his face against his Bunny's throat to try to keep his head he couldn't help but bite down a little, earning a reluctant groan from his partner. If the scent hadn't already made him dizzy, the sound would have done the job.

"I love you, Aster," he whispered from his mate's neck, and ran his teeth and tongue gently across the pooka's jugular, pressing a kiss to the thumping pulse point. And then he pressed his hand forward, making sure nothing he did came as a surprise, until his palm pressed between his Bunny's legs.

It was hot and open and slippery and…different. It felt like a healthy helping of lube had already been applied, and he figured that in a way it had. The slick substance quickly coated his palm thoroughly, and he had no trouble smoothing it out to cover his fingers, too. The pooka was rigid below him, tension coiled in every muscle, and Jack decided that his mate's anxiety needed to be remedied immediately.

He let his weight rest and press more comfortably against Bunnymund's body, allowing his shoulders and legs to relax slightly. His thighs were nearly tucked under the pooka's back in this position and he let the strong heartbeat thump sweetly against his ear as he swirled the natural lubricant around his fingers before pressing forward to focus more on the feel of his Bunny.

The source of the slickness was the center of the heat, and Jack carefully rubbed his thumb along the moist opening amid his mate's fur experimentally. He felt his finger brush soft, swollen, hot flesh and paused at the quick inhalation of breath below him. He grinned into fur and stroked his thumb back over the spot a little more insistently, producing the same reaction accompanied by a shiver. The legs pressing around him relaxed slightly and even seemed to open for him a little.

"Does that feel good, Bunny?" he asked rhetorically, rubbing the slippery flesh in a firm, steady rhythm, "Do you like that?" His mate offered no intelligent reply, but moaned lowly into the top of his head and thrust urgently into his hand. He gasped silently when his middle finger accidentally slipped effortlessly between the two folds and pressed inside of a hot, tight, equally slippery place. His hand was coated with lubrication up to his wrist now, and he kept it pressed tightly against the pooka, letting him thrust into his touch as he gently probed the new place he had found.

He was beginning to wonder if his nails could potentially harm his mate when he rubbed something on the wall of the tight tunnel he was exploring and Bunnymund gasped and bucked violently into him, nearly dislodging him from his comfortable position. He had to pull away to keep his balance and Aster whined, anxiety seemingly forgotten. Good. "Again Jack. Do it again," the pooka panted, barely giving him time to reapply pressure and find his Bunny's slick opening again before thrusting against him once more. There was that mating cycle really kicking in.

The scent of sex was so thick in the air that Jack had to open his mouth to bring enough oxygen into his lungs. His finger was pressing in again much less gently and he quickly began rubbing the walls of his mate's body, trying to find the right place. He found it.

Aster cried out in real pleasure and bucked again, but this time Jack was ready, and he kept his slight weight completely pressed against his mate, keeping him still enough not to dislodge him. He slipped another digit in to join the first and took up stroking the spot firmly, careful not to scrape his nails against the delicate flesh.

Jack would blame everything on the musk and pheromones permeating the air later, but his own needs were completely forgotten in lieu of his mate's pleasure. He nipped at Aster's chest and added another finger. It was so tight he nearly couldn't move his digits anymore, but Bunnymund was panting and groaning and grinding into him, so he kept rubbing stiffly. The muscles in the legs around him were beginning to tighten in the tell-tale signs of climax, and Jack was high on the adrenalin of potential success, so he increased his rhythm even more and changed the pressure to lighten or strengthen depending on his mate's voice and reaction. He was beginning to wonder if Aster's legs were going to crush him when the pooka's climax finally broke and he felt the walls of his mate's organ shutter and compress around his fingers as the pooka choked on his moaned name.

He kept still until the shudders had ceased and breathing was more or less successful again for them both. He was surprised when Aster moaned again as he attempted to slide his soggy hand out and away from between them. "Don't stop, love. Feels good…" he murmured pleadingly. Huh. So female organs didn't need the recuperation period that males do. Jack slid the implication of what that could mean for later away and focused on the now.

"You're so slippery, Bunny," he panted, looking up to see his mate's foggy gaze on him, "This all for me?" The substance was in fact beginning to soak thickly into their bedding, drenching the air with more of the musky, earthy scent. He pressed his hand against the pooka again and rubbed his palm between his mate's legs once more. It was all over him now and mixing into the fur between Bunnymund's limbs and up his torso. He pressed a single finger back inside of his partner. He thought he was getting the hang of things now, and that gave him confidence.

Aster whined as he teased him with the single digit, letting it slide lazily into and out of him, not really bothering to touch anything specifically. It was so easy with all the lube. "Is your buck making you feel good, Bunny?" Jack teased breathlessly, grinding now into his writhing mate. The feel of the slippery substance was overwhelming against his neglected erection, and he pressed it firmly between Bunnymund's legs without removing his hand.

"Yes love," Aster whimpered raggedly, gripping his shoulders firmly and running desperate claws down his chest. His eyes were so heavily lidded they were practically closed, but Jack could see a hint of green between the pooka's lashes, and he smirked charmingly at him before stopping his lazy ministration and earning a new whine.

He could feel his husband's eyes on him as he brought his coated hand up to his face to examine. The substance was perfectly clear and just thick enough to adhere to a surface and smelled sharply of Aster. He rolled it around on his fingers for a moment before bringing his middle and ring fingers up to his mouth and sucking them between his lips experimentally. The taste was different from cum, but not better or worse, and he decided that he sort of liked it as far as bodily fluids go. His focus was brought back to reality when his Bunny groaned at the sight of him sucking on his pooka covered fingers and he let them slide from his mouth again.

"Maybe later I'll clean you up, Bunny," he suggested, lips twitching. He pressed his hand once more between his mate's legs and let the two appendages slip inside the tight hole once again, this time leaving no room for doubt that he meant to bring his mate to release. He found the spot against the opening and rubbed it in short, quick circles, forcing gasping cries from his target. "After you cum, Bunny, you want me to fill you with babies?" he panted, "Moon, I wanna feel your hot slick body pressing around mine, Aster…"

Bunnymund gasped and jerked as he climaxed for the second time, and he wasted no time gripping Jack's erection in his paw and guiding him roughly to his body. He wrapped his strong legs around Jack's bottom as soon as they were aligned and pressed the head of his length into him before releasing him and pulling them together with a quick jerk.

Jack gasped. He hadn't expected the breach to be so smooth in such a tight space, and decided immediately that he was game if they ever wanted to have more children after this mating season. His only concern was that he was being surrounded by so much heat for so long that he may pass out shortly after expending himself. He reached down to provide his mate a hand and stopped himself, remembering that there was nothing that currently needed a hand, and he felt oddly discontent.

But he put it from his mind and tried to begin moving even though tense legs still seemed to be locking his hips against his mate's. The slight movement he did achieve was glorious, and he only had time to give a quick muttered warning that he wouldn't last long this time before the stimulation overwhelmed his senses, but his words were taken with no concern. He moved in quick presses for only about a half a minute before the slippery pressure overwhelmed him completely and he felt his seed shooting deeply into Aster's womb.

Despite his short stint, he toppled forward in exhaustion from his effort and let his Bunny manhandle him over the nest and to his side, pressing him securely against his matting body. He panted for breath as a rough tongue dragged across his face and into his hair. Yep, Aster was definitely in full-blown mating cycle mode. Paws were already running across his tired body, checking his muscles and bones and even beginning to try to stroke some life back into his flaccid cock.

One paw halted at his throat, feeling his pulse, then disappeared for a brief moment. Jack's eyes were already closed in a quick doze, but he heard ice snapping and knew his masterpiece was probably ruined now. But the prism was brought suddenly against his skin and rubbed against his neck and across his chest and he sighed in contentment, life leaking back into his weary form.

The icicle was melting in Aster's grasp and Jack could feel the water dripping across his skin and freezing in tiny rivulets between his abs. He was startled back into opening his eyes when a hot tongue brushed away the frozen streams on his stomach, and he could feel the familiar pool of arousal pull him from his stupor. Bunny was definitely not finished with him yet. "S'like you know exactly how to push all my buttons, Roo," he quipped lightly into the long ear brushing his cheek.

"Hmmm," the pooka agreed, rolling him back over until he was once more atop him, and made urgent little noises that sent shivers down Jack's spine. "Again Jack," he commanded, "Ah need you, love…"

Jack knew that familiar line from every mating cycle and knew that their forays into baby making were just beginning.

Author Note: At least one more chapter of this variety this way comes. We've gotta be thorough. lol And It's not often I'll be able to slip in some vagina sex. (ha) (whathasthisficbecome?!)

Reviews appreciated. This is my first attempt at hetero(ish) porn.

Note: I respect your potential difference in opinion in regards to Jackrabbit mpreg, please respect me enough not to spew hate at mine.