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bucky o'hare and jenny (bucky o'hare (series)) directed by gridanon
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Jenny gets a promotion to Captain's assistant!

Bucky O'Hare was a fun furry series.

Alts: https://imgbox.com/g/jajzVlbYF8

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I used NovelAI's unlimited gen membership for $25 a month. Note that "unlimited" is kind of a lie, it's only unlimited if you're under a certain resolution and only if you're not using any of the advanced features. Upscaling and other features cost the on-site currency, which the membership gets you 10000 a month. That should be more than enough for a month, but you can burn through it quickly since NAI gens so quickly.

AI Story - How Cabbits Are Made

The low hum of the Righteous Indignation’s engines thrummed through the bulkheads like a distant heartbeat as Bucky O’Hare slammed the hatch to his private quarters shut with one powerful kick of his hind leg. The red emergency lighting cast everything in a sultry crimson glow—perfect for what he had in mind after that last skirmish with the Toad fleet. His green fur was still damp with sweat under the half-unzipped captain’s jacket, goggles perched rakishly on his forehead, and the unmistakable bulge straining against his uniform pants told Jenny exactly why he’d dragged her here instead of debriefing the crew.

Jenny leaned against the bulkhead, arms crossed under her heavy breasts, pink mane cascading like a living waterfall over her armored shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled with that trademark Aldebaran smirk, the central gem on her forehead pulsing faintly. “Well, Captain? Another ‘victory celebration’? Or did you finally admit you need a proper navigator to plot your… trajectory?”

Bucky grinned, sharp and predatory, already shrugging off his jacket to reveal the sculpted green muscle beneath. “Trajectory? Babe, I’m about to show you why hares don’t just ‘fuck like rabbits’—we launch, we dominate, and we leave the enemy flooded and begging for mercy.” He stepped closer, voice dropping to a growl that vibrated straight through her core. “And tonight, the only Toad getting conquered is that tight little Aldebaran pussy of yours.”

She laughed, low and throaty, but her tail flicked with anticipation, the scent of her arousal already blooming—sweet, electric, like ozone after a plasma storm mixed with warm vanilla musk. “Big words from a hare with a reputation for short, explosive bursts. Prove it, hotshot.”

He was on her in a flash, powerful legs propelling him across the small room. Their mouths crashed together in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling with wet, filthy sounds that echoed off the metal walls. Bucky tasted like adrenaline and the faint tang of carrot rations; Jenny’s lips were soft and demanding, her psionic aura flaring so he could feel her pleasure already echoing back into his mind like shared telemetry. His paws roamed her armored suit, fingers deftly popping the magnetic seals until the black-and-silver plates clattered to the deck. Her voluptuous white-furred body spilled free—massive, heaving breasts capped with dark pink nipples already stiff as landing beacons, wide hips flaring into thick thighs, and that glistening, hairless slit between them already slick and puffy.

“Stars above,” Bucky groaned against her neck, nipping the sensitive fur there as he palmed one heavy tit, thumb circling the nipple until she arched with a sharp gasp. “These curves could make a Toadborg short-circuit.” His other paw slid down, cupping her mound, two thick fingers parting her folds to find her drenched and scorching hot. The wet squelch as he sank them knuckle-deep made her knees buckle. She smelled divine up close—heady, feminine musk that made his cock throb painfully against his zipper.

Jenny’s claws raked down his chest, shredding the last of his uniform shirt. “Less talking, more thrusting, Captain. I’ve got a fission reactor between my legs that needs critical overload.” Her telepathic link flared wider, flooding his senses with her own building heat—the tight clench of her inner walls, the electric sparks dancing along her nerves. Bucky’s eyes widened at the shared rush; it felt like piloting through a nebula of pure ecstasy.

He shoved his pants down in one motion, and his monstrous cock sprang free—thick as her wrist, veined and ridged like a custom plasma cannon, easily fourteen inches of rigid green meat pulsing with need. The head was flared and leaking pre-cum in heavy ropes, and beneath it swung a pair of huge, heavy balls, each the size of ripe plums, already churning audibly with what felt like gallons of thick hare seed. The musky scent hit her like a warp jump—raw, potent, masculine, making her pussy clench visibly around nothing.

Jenny’s eyes widened, a genuine purr escaping her throat. “Well… that’s no standard-issue sidearm. Think you can handle docking that beast without blowing the airlock?”

“Watch me,” Bucky snarled, spinning her around and bending her over the edge of his bunk. Her massive pink tail lifted high, presenting that perfect, dripping cunt. He gripped her hips, the contrast of his green paws on her white fur electric, and rubbed the fat cockhead up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices until the lewd, slick sounds filled the room. Then he pushed.

The stretch was obscene. Jenny’s eyes rolled back as inch after girthy inch forced her walls apart, her psionic gems flaring bright pink with every pulse. “F-fuck—Bucky— so big—filling me like a damn cargo hold!” She came on the third thrust alone, a sudden, shattering orgasm that made her whole body seize, inner muscles milking him in rhythmic spasms. Her juices squirted around his shaft, soaking his heavy balls as they slapped wetly against her clit. The scent of her release was sharp and sweet, like ionized nectar.

But he didn’t stop. Bucky’s powerful hare legs drove him forward in short, brutal strokes that bottomed out against her cervix every time, his massive balls swinging like wrecking pendulums. The wet *plap-plap-plap* of furred flesh meeting furred flesh was relentless, echoing alongside her broken moans and his grunting growls. He could feel every ripple through their shared link—her pleasure feeding his, doubling back until it was almost too much.

“Take it all, Jenny—every fucking inch,” he panted, one paw reaching around to rub tight circles on her swollen clit while the other kneaded a bouncing breast. “You’re squeezing me like you’re trying to milk the Toad Empire dry.”

She laughed breathlessly, even as another orgasm built like a supernova. “Keep… talking… tough guy—ahh!—and I’ll mind-wipe the memory of how hard you’re making me cum—FUCK!” Her second climax hit like a photon torpedo, harder than the first. Her back arched violently, psionic energy crackling visibly across her skin in pink arcs that zapped pleasure straight into Bucky’s cock, making it swell even thicker inside her. She screamed his name, claws shredding the bunk sheets, pussy gushing in hot, rhythmic floods that dripped down both their thighs.

Bucky flipped her onto her back without pulling out, legs over his shoulders in a mating press that folded her nearly in half. Now he could watch her face—green eyes glassy, tongue lolling, pink mane splayed like a halo—as he pounded her senseless. The bunk creaked dangerously under the force, the entire room smelling of sex: thick musk, sweat-slick fur, and the obscene squelch of her ruined cunt taking his wrecking-ball cock. His huge balls drew up tight, slapping her ass with every savage thrust, the skin stretched shiny and taut.

“Third time’s the charm, sweetheart,” he grinned through gritted teeth, hips blurring. “Gonna flood that womb until you look pregnant with my victory load.”

Jenny’s response was a telepathic flood of pure bliss mixed with snark: *Then do it, Captain—drown me in it.* Her third orgasm detonated without warning, the strongest yet. Her entire body convulsed, inner walls clamping down like a vice, milking him in waves that made stars burst behind his eyes. She squirted violently this time, soaking his abs and chest, the hot spray audible as it splattered the deck. Her psionic link overloaded both their senses—taste of her own slick on his tongue, phantom claws raking his back, the scent of her climax amplified a thousandfold until he was drunk on it.

Bucky roared, hips stuttering as his own climax finally broke. “Here it comes—take every gallon, Jenny—FUCK!” His massive cock erupted like a breached reactor. The first rope was a firehose blast, thick and ropey, blasting straight into her cervix with enough force to make her belly visibly distend. Then it kept coming—pulse after endless pulse, gallons of hot, virile hare cum flooding her in a torrent that overflowed instantly. White seed gushed out around his pistoning shaft in creamy rivers, splattering her thighs, matting her fur, pooling beneath her ass in a growing puddle that smelled overwhelmingly of him—salty-sweet, potent, endless.

He kept thrusting through it, fucking his own cum deeper, drawing out her fourth orgasm on the sheer overstimulation. Jenny’s eyes crossed, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as her body milked every last drop, belly swelling noticeably round and sloshing with the sheer volume. The excess poured out in heavy globs with every withdrawal, stringing between them in obscene webs, dripping from his still-hard cock and her twitching, ruined pussy.

Finally, after what felt like minutes of continuous pumping, Bucky collapsed over her, both of them panting, fur soaked, the room reeking of raw, satisfied sex. His cock softened only slightly inside her, still plugging most of the flood. Cum continued to leak in lazy spurts, warm and sticky against her skin.

Jenny’s paw lazily traced the bulge in her abdomen, a dazed, satisfied purr rumbling in her chest. “Not bad, Captain… for a short-burst specialist. Next time, I’m plotting the course—zero-G, full rotation, and I get to ride that cannon until the stars go nova.”

Bucky chuckled, nuzzling into her pink mane, voice husky and smug. “Deal. But admit it—you just got conquered by the best hare in the Aniverse. Toads wish they could fuck like this.”

She kissed him slow and deep, tasting victory and exhaustion on his tongue, her gems dimming to a soft glow. “Only because I let you, hotshot. Now shut up and stay inside me… I want to feel every drop settle while we recharge. The Toad Wars can wait. This? This is critical systems maintenance.”

They lay tangled together, hearts slowing in sync, the ship’s hum the only sound besides the occasional wet drip of his endless load escaping her well-fucked depths. In the afterglow, Bucky’s paw stroked her swollen belly possessively, already half-hard again inside her, ready for round two the moment she gave the order.

Because in the Aniverse, when Captain Bucky O’Hare set a course for pleasure, he never did anything halfway—and Jenny, cool-headed navigator and secret psionic powerhouse, wouldn’t have it any other way. The stars outside the viewport wheeled past, indifferent to the flood, the moans, and the unbreakable bond forged in battle and now sealed in gallons of hot, claiming cum.

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