Okay! The final part of Growth of a Family begins! I KNOW this is cliché. I'm sorry! It HAD to be done! I haven't seen one for JackRabbit yet! Is part 1 of 2.

Nick: Chapter 1

"Aster~! That tickles!" giggled Jack, Aster sniffing his neck and shoulders, the two curled up in bed. Jack was exhausted, the Pooka's unpredictable season (This time, a two year gap and in July instead of February) taking it's toll on him. North took the kids (and slipped copious amounts and types of birth control into every room in the burrow save the children's rooms via annoying elf and bribed egglet) so they could have the three months in peace.

"Sorry Snowflake." Purred Aster, holding Jack tightly. "Spiking again."

"Already?" sighed Jack. "We just finished an hour ago."

"Sorry." Jack gasped as paws ran down his body, separating his thighs.

"It's fine." Murmured Jack, running his cold fingers through Aster's neck fur. "Can't help it. Rut's a Bitch, huh?" Jack moaned as Aster licked the bruising love bites, teasing the tender flesh. Jack felt slick warmth run down his thighs as he straddled Aster, a habit they had adopted when Aster was in season to prevent the larger Pooka being too rough on the winter spirit.

"Well, we don't need lube." Chuckled Aster, seeing the white trail running down Jack's thigh. Jack huffed.

"You are SO lucky I'm on the pill." Huffed Jack, grinding against Aster's painfully hard erection. "MiM, I'm so full I LOOK pregnant." Jack moaned as Aster ran a paw over the taut, sensitive skin of his stomach, the slight pressure forcing more cum out.

"It's a good look on ya." Chuckled Aster, pressing harder until Jack let out a low groan, his stomach flat and a mess of white matting Aster's fur and soaking the sheets.

"We're waiting until-oh!-Emma and Ro-ooh-se turn five before we even th-Ieee-nk of another kit." Jack was barely able to think as Aster licked and nipped at his chest. "Fuck, Aster!"

"Ya like that Snowflake?" Aster licked Jack's left nipple, the pink bud swollen from stimulation.

"Your fault." Moaned Jack, Aster attacking his chest with hungry kisses, paws running over his hips and massaging his ass, Jack continuing to grind down on the Pooka. Jack reached behind him with one cool hand, rubbing Aster's throbbing cock as he positioned his hips, slowly going down on Aster. Jack felt claws dig into his hips, letting out a blissful gasp as he was filled up again. He hated to admit it, but sex with Aster was like a drug. Once you got a taste (or an overdose, like with his season) there was no going back, and he often needed that last month to wean him off it. He'd repay North later, but right now the only thing on the winter spirit's mind was his Pooka, and the feeling of their loving touches. Jack gasped as Aster thrust up into him, going in deep. Jack gasped and rolled his head back, wriggling his hips appreciatively. A little growl was all the warning he got before Aster rolled him onto his back, slamming in hard. Jack screamed, both in shock and pleasure at the rough jab to his prostate.

"GOD! Buuuuny~!" Aster's eyes were dark, and he knew whatever rational part of Aster was usually in control had been beaten, tied up, and locked deep in a closet while his more carnal counter part took control, dominating the Hell out of the winter spirit.

And FUCK he loved every second of it. Aster bit down hard onto his shoulder, immediately sucking at the wound while pounding into Jack, pale legs locked tightly around his hips. Jack gripped Aster's shoulders, bracing himself as the thrusts got harder and faster, his mind blanking out as intervals between pleasured waves shortened, blue eyes closing at the sweet sensations.

"As-Aster! Ri-Oh Fu-Ngnn! Ha-Oh!" Jack felt himself drool a bit, already at his peak. He screamed, no doubt shocking the egg golems, gasping at the feeling of hot come filling his innards.

And no way in HELL was his Pooka done with him yet. Not by a long shot. Aster licked his stomach, lapping up the sticky cum from Jack's pale white skin, earning little squeaks of encouragement from the eternal teenager. Lightly Jack shoved him off, rolling onto his hands and knees. It took no time at all for Aster to mount him, and he couldn't keep the small laugh from his voice (Or, rather, what was left of it), hitting his prostate from the first thrust.

It shouldn't surprise him. It was almost second nature, their sweet spots, to the other, and both knew how to exploit them. Jack keened, biting the sheets to try and stifle his moaning shrieks. But, Aster wasn't having it. With a feral grunt, he heaved Jack up, holding his thighs to his torso, spread in a wide V. Jack arched his back, the new position making his stomach twitch with each thrust, Aster's tip hitting his walls and making his stomach move. It was almost painful, but a good kind of pain. He was all too aware of the claws digging into his thighs, leaving angry red welts.

Just another advantage to the interspecies argument. The tickling pain was so foreign, leaving marks that took a full week to fade, stretching with him and reminding him just who he belonged too, and who belonged solely to him. Prompting the tender foreplay Aster would at least attempt during his season that ALWAYS ended in rough, angry sex, adding to the almost gone welts, scrapes and bite marks was just the icing on the cake. Jack whined, feeling Aster fill him again, falling just short of his own orgasm. He opened his mouth to argue as he hit the bed, empty and blue balled, when a strip of fabric covered his eyes, furry handcuffs locking around his wrists. Jack was pushed on his side, one leg being stretched at a ninety degree angle against a furry chest, Jack squealing again as Aster pushed in, furry paw gripping the base of his erection firmly, but not tightly.

If there was one thing to be said about E. Aster Bunnymund, he never left his mate, his Snowflake disappointed. The sound of deep, possessive growls, pants, high pitched moans and curses bounced off the bedroom walls, the gentle morning light beginning to seep in as Jack screamed his final release. Soon Aster came as well, filling up his Snowflake once more before rolling to his side, gathering the murmuring winter spirit to his chest, the worst of his rut spike over with. He had to admit, he was getting tired, not as much as Jack but still tired. Drowsily he sniffed Jack's hair, smelling, sweat, sex, cum, mint and crisp snow on the eternal teen, all hidden underneath his own scent, his mark claiming Jack for all to see.

"Alright Snowflake?" asked Aster, finding his voice after regaining control, locking away his inner animal…for now.

"I know…I know you're a rabbit, but…wow." Aster chuckled, licking Jack's shoulder.

"Sleep Snowflake." He murmured. "While ya can."

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"Hey Mom, are you feeling alright?" Jack was laying on the couch, feeling like shit, when Hunter peered over the arm of the couch at him, green eyes wide with curiosity and dark with worry. Jack groaned and forced himself to sit up. Emma and Rose were in bed, Joy busy perfecting a detailed Ukrainian Easter Egg at the table, Hunter's blue prints and calculations ignored while he interrogated his Mother.

"Tired and sore." Sighed Jack. "Don't worry about it baby." Hunter, however was not convinced.

"Why don't ya go take a warm…cool…whatever temperature bath?" asked Hunter. "It gets Emma and Rose to relax. Joy and I can listen for them, and Dad won't be back for a few more hours at least." As much as he trusted his two eldest, Jack couldn't help but feel a pang of dread leaving them in charge of their five year old siblings. But, the prospect of a relaxing bath WAS tempting. If they needed him he was in the burrow, and the twins rarely woke up during the night (Heavy sleepers, just like their Mama).

"Ya, Dork-zilla and I can watch them." Said Joy, adding a layer of purple to the egg. "Go chill!"

"I'm not a dork!"

"Chill?" sighed Jack. "I thought I taught you better than to make temperature puns." Joy shot a devilish grin their way, obviously inherited from Jack.

"We can handle it." said Joy.

"Fine." Relented Jack. "But you two, in bed by nine and if anything goes wrong or they ask for me, you come get me."

"Scouts honor." Said Joy, saluting, almost flinging purple paint across the den. Sighing, Jack slipped to the bathroom and locked the door. He felt like a warm bath, so while the tub filled with lukewarm water, he slowly stripped. His back ached as he bent over, making him sigh. He must have slept in an odd position. He slipped into the tub, waiting for the last of the water to fill and leaned back. One great thing about having a six one mate, the tub was huge. He could lay flat in it and STILL not reach the other side with his toes. Jack dumped a bit of lavender scented bath oil in the water and rolled a towel up, turning off the water before leaning back and letting out a long sigh.

He had no idea how long he was in there, but when he glanced at the door the lights were all off outside, leaving him alone with his thoughts, all the kits asleep in bed. He sat up and gasped, the pain in his back much worse than before. He looked at the water, confused at the bluish tinge, before his eyes widened in horror.

His blood was tainting the water blue.