Sladin or Bust – Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin –
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The Hare and the Jackal
This is a very ugly piece in my head that involves real beasts. And sex. Sort of. You'll see!
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One day, frolicking in the light of the setting sun, a hare looked here nor there for a few batches of clovers to satisfy his stomach. He was young and the other hares told him too, that he was faster than any wolf or deer alive. As cold as it would be, spring was here so too, was his supper of red capped delights.
Even as his nose sniffed the pills of sweet aromatic buds all by his lonesome self, he was never alone, for out in the clearing was a beady eyed intruder on the hare's piece of grassy paradise. It kicked its back legs forth, and into a sprint it flew.
The sharp mind of the hare had become far too absorbed in the clovers it had sought. Today was the day to munch –
" Got you, little one."
To his cold-blooded shock, the hare was not quick enough. A jackal had been watching the hare munch away on his green snack before bedtime, and now its massive paws had caged in the hare. It felt such dread and flailed madly, yet the jackal had the perfect vice grip to have the hare by his chest, pulled under it as the cowering ball of tufts only huffed and pretended to be brave.
Oh, a challenge, from a bunny? The jackal grinned, feeling quite a rush from his capture. This could be fun; he might as well have believed it.
"It seems that you cannot get away."
This was true, to the greedy jackal, yet the witty hare was not just swift to his brothers and sisters. He was also as inventive as any human in the world.
"You are very wrong, Mr. Jackal."
"Call me Slade, for it shall be the last time you can…"
"Oh, what a flaw!" The hare lamented, his eyes rolling back as he pretended to be in distress. "A predator has taken my will, what ever must I do to survive tomorrow? Could I bite or kick? Or call out to my family and have them distract the big, bad animal? I can do no such thing…." Sighed the hare with a shake of its big ears.
"Then, I have won it?"
"Yes…. but."
The jackal perked up its ears. It was greedy, and this rabbit talked far too much to simply consider giving in right away. Should he tenderize it? Bite its throat and be done? But no, this wolf of a loner den was…. too curious, so very curious to see what the herbivore had to say. "Go on." It coaxed with a snarl. "Why is my plan going to fail then, hare."
"I am called Nightwing. My best footwork is at day's end, you see. You'll lose me in the dark if I were to skip off. Your claws cannot grasp me once they leave. And if you bite and kill me right away, the meal will spoil." The rabbit twisted its whiskers at the perplexed looking animal above it. "The only way is the invention of a human, yes. You must go get rope and um…."
"I have an even better idea." The dog looked down, thinking as he noticed that his own jackal penis as the humans called their kates', was growing quite large, long enough and with a curve not at all flat to the ground at the very tip. it leaked a milkysubstance that was quite impressive, even when not at the need of a knot.
No human would have thought of this, so Slade nosed at his prey's backside until he found what looked to be a small crevice. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, the jackal ignored the hare's biting protests and moved in to nip at the rabbit's tail and lifted it just….so.
"Ow!!" The Hare shouted and looked behind him, thinking he had been poked with a blunt pricker branch i
n the back side. "Ow! Ow! What are you doing, Mr. Jackal? Slade!?"
"I…" The jackal got to one inch, then two more as the bunny squeezed its toed claws together and winced at the pain, the blood pooling out however, brought the dog to some height of arousal. "Something is...happening."
"Yes! Yes, it is!" Squeaked the angry rabbit.
Yet the hare was losing a bit blood, so he became very dizzy until the world no longer spun. Until his hole was meant to house the jackal's even larger dog - shaped cock.
"Haha!" The cocky animal boasted and began to rise onto its legs, making way for a place to have his fill and tenderize this perfect meal at his leisure. "My…. blood…will…. alert my family…." Yet the hare noticed too that with the mild blood loss, the bouncing up and down upon the sticky rod as he was forced to do, his own rabbit rod too had become very tough and taught.
The jackal could not see it, yet the rabbit soon turned upside down as he slipped, his hole widening as the rabbit clawed out and gripped the dog's underbelly in fear of being left immobilized. He did not want the jackal to do this, but he felt so very weak. Not at all the fast and heart swift animal as the clan of the hare knew him to be, not since his first time coming into the world.
Now he would be leaving it, through a wolf's stomach. How horrible! How wrong! He bawled and wept, until all that was left were quieted sniffles while the hare hung on and tried to let the burning blood in his backside chill to balm his frustrations.
However, the dog's rod remained hard, even into the clearing where his den came into the picture. The hare's heart stammered as he was swept inside, the grinning predator carrying him as a pouch - mother would its child. Only, they would not experience being stuck to something so blunt and think while riding with mommy dearest.
"Here we are, my little treat."
The hare rolled its eyes to see that the cave walls were made of hard stone. So dense, that no noises could pass directly through them. The rabbit slid down the cock carefully, the drag as torturous as he'd heard of hares by humans being eaten on wooden sticks under the pale moon's glow. Dumped now; with a wolf's gleaming grey eyes over top him, the hare tried to find his courage in the dark. Dumped as he was, into the corner of the rooms this animal had. A lone wolf by design, Slade too rather liked being the only jackal in this one location. It had the most deer to terrorize and the juiciest voles to examine from miles off.
"You…. I will run away, once I am better-
The jackal's nose however had dipped lower, to wear the blood was now attempting to dry. The dog's tongue lashed out and the hare kicked up its legs. That too, proved useless as the long tongue probed the bunny's gaping appendage. He then too, saw the rabbit's molded, erect cock and hummed. The vibrations making the rabbit buck its foot at the teasing appendage against his bleeding, fluttering burrow of a hole.
"You feel just as I. How odd." The jackal drew back and moved then to a log by its doorway, shuffling the thing inside until it became a barrier to the hare. It was so fat and wide, that the poor soul could not leap in his current state. "And to be sure that I have you, little one. I will add an extra bit of reassurance that I will not be cheated of my treat."
"Will…" Winced the rabbit as it shuddered by what images came to play in its head. "Will you not eat me? Why toy with your supper? I am but a nuisance, just as all the others your kind have consumed." Sniffed the hare.
" You…"
The wolf said lustfully, darkly, as it brought a sweeping green moss to coat the large log and blanket it all over. "Are a prize, as humans keep many to remind themselves of their adventures. I too find it useless, but my arousal was saved for my mate one day. You however, interest me greatly. I find it, very …."
"I CANNOT BEAR YOUR LITTER!" Squealed the horrified herbivore. "I will do no such thing!"
The jackal chuckled and threw back its head with a cackle. "How amusing you are, little hare! No, no. I will keep you, feed you and have you, just like this. When next I should hunt, you shall get a front row seat to what I call, my entertainment for this hour. And when you are very good, not a kick out of you…I will bathe you and keep you well. Does that not sound like a fun time for you indeed?"
"What of my mates??" Panicked the long-eared wonder – bun. "They will not eat if I cannot gather clover! You have doomed my family, dog! I will leave!" Nightwing crawled, he crawled up to the log until he saw just what it was coated with, and shrunk back.
"HEMLOCK…." The hare hissed and shrunk away, the grinning dog laughing on the other side of his cage "Yes. This fallen log cares for its host, just as I have chosen to take care of you, my greatest adversary no more."
The jackal moved to the cave entrance and trod out with his words hanging as a threat over and across the air, while the spores from not only the hemlock remained soft, but the pods of some red and orange poppies had Nightwing starting to feel…. oddly calmer. Tired, even.
"I found a way to become immune to those species. It was the humans; they had done something incredible, so I stole their craft from their homes and I rubbed it to my snout. Now, if you do not mind, I have some tasty hares to chase well before sundown, tonight."
The hare was too intoxicated by the plant with bright colors to care as he rolled in the dirt and felt himself growing erect again. There was only one way, so he begged the great spirit.
Make me a human, so I might stand a chance, to kill that jackal by the time he returns.
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As the sun had not yet come to peak over the hills, the grinning hare looked around it, then wiggled its paws. Yet, something did not at all feel right.
He sat up, the dirt not as easy to avoid, his skin so hot. Throat parched. To his throat, he brought a….
The hare put a hand down. A HAND!
HIS.
WISH.
The jackal had right there, the bone of its kill, a deer he guessed in its claws. Still, it slept. Dreaming of a new day. Yet a fire in the hate - filled hare's heart had waned. As it stumbled on such meaty legs, it tried to crawl and saw the hemlock. (He is an adult in this, so tall enough to scale the log.)
The dog's nose twitched, yet the man's legs were taller. Tall as a tree branch, so he attempted to try his best to move one, then the next until both were to the ground, wobbling to stay upright. Twitching his nose, the hare looked out and saw freedom. He had asked to defeat his adversary, and to his promise, he had only to do this. With his hands not carrying claws but stubby, things…. he had no way to defeat it without sharp teeth or…. could he run?
The jackal began to stir, so the naked being, the human tried to seek the light as he scaled the walls in the dark…
Not noticing a stone in his way with such poor eyesight, that took to tripping him - as a growl led the poor younger animal again to cower.
"How dare!" Snarled the jackal, yet it saw the body and gawked. It saw, exposure. So…a swift action by magic had done this? The other meat puppet swatted, yet did not do any real harm. The jackal saw the raw, used hole and it was…. better for him to taste and heal it. He dipped down his tongue and began to lap, the meaty body below him, now pinned and as helpless as a rabbit cried out and was ignored. His tongue dug…. oh! Oh! It was a deep hole!
The noises it made however were not even the best part, as like some cub at playtime, it rolled out to expose its belly. Legs to the sides of it as the invitation was very interesting.
"ROLL." The dog demanded, and the human Nightwing, had no choice as he whined, while ending up with his new palms to the dirt. His knees as well. The dog then did as any female in his species could.
He mounted the human and began to fuck it.
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An hour in, the dog was still unsatisfied. He had never felt such a vice over himself! Why was no other jackal this smart as he??
The drooling, dopey dog and hare – now as a human, reeled back as the dog again shot forth a new whip of cum into its prey's pert, pink ass. Getting a mate to let him do this, well…
The predator's thick tongue lulled out, hot breath stinking up the cave. The hole's fleshy, pulled skin had an irresistible tug that was far warmer than a rabbit, and provided extra friction as the canine panted hotly onto the new toy's back. The hare was nearly bowing. Its globes exposed as the dog didn't feel his release just yet.
Globs of cum dripped out to coat the grey and stony floor before evaporating - had the poor dog known of the opium in its den, it might have realized that specific cure had since worn partly away. No matter, as it continued to carve its mark across this prey's tight rabbit hole. It sucked him in, not even pretending to hear what was happening as the opium had them both captivated.
The mewling bunny was still moving that one foot on habit, tightening up whenever the dog got too winded. Yet to it however, the rabbit wanted to be the first to come…it had, to escape…. felt, so good….
Slade nipped at the other naked animal's side before dragging it back to its cage and again he graciously came before the hare.
Slade then moved more plants to coat over top the dead wood. As it had started to rot, the poppies made the worst happen.
The human soon moaned out inside his caged hull, and relieved itself all over the ground. The dog soon found that it wanted to taste that too, so still in the morning light, it went to clean up the whimpering mortal as it then finished to leap over the log to survey its territory, outside of the caverns. Leaving the sobbing toy to finish and go back to sleep, whence it was ready to go into another drugged calm.
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Through that season, the bunny did not turn back into a hare, and so the hare was cursed to allow the dog its pleasure, knowing it had forsaken the fact that no matter how swift, rabbits such as he did not wield massive swords as a human.
Or have large cocks as a cunning, sly wolf.
Especially in the beginning of springtime.
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They got high in a cave. They also died over over-stimulation…Holy bat shite. Drugs er bad, m kay? And no, that is not how poppies work. They got it all mixed up because well…. like rabbits? Until next time!