Talk:March Hare/@comment-28718853-20170507110721/@comment-24026095-20170507175015

The march hare chases him down, whipping out her phone and dialling the number of her hellhound friend. &lsquo;Yes, I agree! Hellhounds are hotter than hell, and they can rape you into the ground until you pass out and agree to be their helpless, weak husbands! See, there she cums now!!!!!&rsquo;

A hellhound comes charging in from the side holding a collar. &lsquo;Did someone call hellhounds hot! Ooooooh, fresh meat for me to turn into a weak little man I can keep with me forever!&rsquo; She charges at the guy and they have a rolling wrestling match for ten seconds, ending up with her on top. She whoops triumphantly and raises her arms in celebration, opening the collar and clicking it shut on the guy's neck.

&lsquo;I've got you now, new husband!&rsquo; she says with a wolfy grin. &lsquo;Let's –&rsquo; she tears his pants off, &lsquo;make –&rsquo; she pulls his underwear down to his ankles, &lsquo;lots –&rsquo; she grabs his member in her paws and strokes it up and down so fast he almost blows on the spot, &lsquo;of –&rsquo; she sits down on him and rubs her dark honeypot on him, &lsquo;BABIES!!!!!!!&rsquo; She sinks down on him with a howl of pleasure, starting to bounce on him so hard the ground shakes, trees fall, and a wicked wind blows.

The march hare joins in to start tonguing his nubs and using her fluffy feet to stroke his sack, encouraging him to cum. &lsquo;You don't mind sharing, do you? Fluff and dark, it's all you need for eating.&rsquo; She squats on his face and lets her bottom cover his face, gasping when his nose hits her erect little button. She places her hands on the ground and starts hopping up and down on his face like the crazy bunny she is, having several hundred climaxes all over him while the hellhound forces him to shoot inside her beyond his human limits.

He wakes up with a furry and fluffy body snuggled against him, two hands rubbing him to full mast. He groans and begs for water, and then gets a mouthful of fluffy muff once again.

&lsquo;Welcome to your new life, husband,&rsquo; whispers the hellhound, pushing his manhood down and aiming it right at her swollen, dripping nethers.