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Explicit

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M/M

Fandom:

Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

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Bunny Hybrid Shane Hollander, Snake Hybrid Ilya Rozanov, POV Shane Hollander, Hemipenes, Shane Hollander Has A Vagina, Kabeshiri | Stuck in a Wall, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Double Penetration in One Hole, Consensual Non-Consent, Unrealistic Sex, Anal Play, Extortion, Gross Hollanov Week 2026

Language:

English

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Part 5 of Gross Hollanov Week 2026, Part 10 of Hollanov Smut

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Published: 2026-07-28 Words: 4,755 Chapters: 2/2

Shane Cottontail

Summary

Shane freezes so completely that even his breathing falters. Every instinct buried deep inside his prey-animal heart surges awake at once, and his pulse begins hammering against his ribs hard enough that he swears the entire tunnel must be shaking with it. The sound comes again, slow and deliberate, accompanied by the faint whisper of feet dragging across loose soil. Through the opening beside him, a shadow briefly glides across, blocking the sunlight, before disappearing again.

Silence settles over Shane as he stays still, frozen. It lasts one heartbeat and then two, before a quiet hiss curls through the air behind him, familiar enough to make every hair on the back of his neck stand upright.

"Well, hello, зайчик," the man's voice says, an amused warmth in his voice that leaves Shane flustered. A low chuckle follows before he continues, "What a pretty little tail you have there." 

Notes

lol this is just smut and also very unrealistic just enjoy the ride you guys shane is lol

for the final day of gross hollanov week (i am late oops) got my eye on you, prompt: extortion

Chapter 1

Chapter Notes

Shane has never understood how Gilbert Comeau manages to wriggle out of every unpleasant job in the warren. Somehow, the hare always flashes an ugly grin, throws an arm around one of his friends, and before anyone realizes what has happened, Shane is the one trudging through the forest with a woven basket looped over his arm.

It's happened multiple times for different duties; once when Comeau was supposed to be guarding the entrance to the warren, that time he should have been watching the kittens in the nursery, and almost every time he's assigned patrol to watch out for predators.

Today is, predictably, no different. Comeau had begged off gathering herbs and berries because he and the other hares wanted to spend the afternoon splashing around in the river, and everyone had looked at Shane with those infuriatingly expectant expressions, as if being a cottontail meant he was born to smile politely and say yes to every inconvenience someone from the warren wanted to put on him.

Shane's black ears flatten against his hair as he mutters under his breath, his fluffy black tail giving an irritated twitch behind him. He stalks deeper into the woods, plucking sprigs of herbs with practiced efficiency, and filling the basket with clusters of berries as he goes, making sure to separate them just a bit. Last time he placed the blueberries next to the thyme, Hayden had spent exactly seventeen minutes complaining to Shane that his berries tasted funny.

Every few steps, another muttered complaint slips from his lips, directed at Comeau, at the lazy little clique of hares, and at himself for never refusing firmly enough. Shane has his own duties in the warren, should be on the other side of their territory doing the daily patrol for any new signs of predators encroaching, but instead he's wandering through the northern tip of their home, shaking bushes down for their berries. 

His sharp nose catches the sweetness of ripe fruit long before he sees it, while his oversized ears swivel constantly toward birdsong and rustling leaves, instincts refusing to rest even while his thoughts spiral elsewhere. The forest should feel peaceful, but all Shane can think about is how unfair the morning has been. He's so tired of others pawning work onto him, treating him like he's indispensable, and then ignoring him during important discussions.

He grumbles and huffs, stomping his feet in agitation, and that distraction proves costly.

His foot hooks under a thick root, hidden beneath the grass. The world pitches violently forward and a startled squeak escapes him as he hits the ground. His basket flies from his grip, herbs and berries scattering through the underbrush in a colorful explosion, while Shane tumbles head over heels down a short embankment. Dirt fills his mouth on the way down, pebbles scraping against his palms, and before he can catch himself, his momentum carries him to the bottom of the slope and headfirst into a narrow opening into the side of a large mound.

The impact knocks the breath from his lungs, his entire body jolting at the abrupt stop.

For several long seconds, he can only cough and blink through watering eyes. Once he can breathe without his body trying to cough up his lungs, he tries to push himself out. Confusion quickly turns into alarm as he doesn't budge in the slightest. His arms are pinned tightly against his sides by packed earth, his shoulders wedged firmly inside the tunnel, while the rest of him remains outside, leaving his hips awkwardly hitched in the air and his fluffy tail pointed embarrassingly toward the sky. Beside him, a second opening several feet away lets a shaft of sunlight spill into the cramped network of tunnels, illuminating the dirt walls that have so effectively trapped him.

"Oh, come on," Shane groans, bracing his feet and straining with everything he has. He tries to get purchase with his hands, but his arms are pinned in just the right way to give him zero leverage. He tries wiggling, but the tunnel doesn't give him even an inch.

He twists one shoulder, then the other, shimmying with frantic determination, but every movement only packs the dirt more tightly around him. His breathing grows shallower as panic begins creeping into his chest. Rabbits are meant to be quick, nimble, and graceful beneath the trees, not trapped like some ridiculous carrot shoved halfway into the ground. The warren has their own burrows, of course, large dug out caverns meant to fit a family, but they're large enough for them to stand in; nothing like this tiny insignificant burrow. His ears, pinned awkwardly against the dirt above him, are unable to lift completely, which sends a shot of discomfort through Shane.

Then he hears it; a soft, unmistakable scrape coming from somewhere.

Shane freezes so completely that even his breathing falters. Every instinct buried deep inside his prey-animal heart surges awake at once, and his pulse begins hammering against his ribs hard enough that he swears the entire tunnel must be shaking with it. The sound comes again, slow and deliberate, accompanied by the faint whisper of feet dragging across loose soil. Through the opening beside him, a shadow briefly glides across, blocking the sunlight, before disappearing again.

Silence settles over Shane as he stays still, frozen. It lasts one heartbeat and then two, before a quiet hiss curls through the air behind him, familiar enough to make every hair on the back of his neck stand upright.

"Well, hello, зайчик," the man's voice says, an amused warmth in his voice that leaves Shane flustered. A low chuckle follows before he continues, "What a pretty little tail you have there." 

"H-Hello," Shane stutters out, feeling heat along his neck as he feels his cottontail twitch at the compliment. "I'm sorry, I'm a little stuck. Do you think you could—uh—help me get out?" Shane asks, wincing at how shaky his voice is. His sense of smell is a little muffled due to currently being buried in the dirt, but the other opening beside him allows for a small draft to find him.

A snake, Shane knows for certain, the thought coming with a shudder. The man behind him is a snake.

The silence stretches just long enough to make Shane wonder if the snake has slipped away. Then a low, thoughtful hum sounds from the behind him, unhurried and almost curious. Shane's ears strain as high as the packed earth will allow, every muscle in his body tense while he waits for the verdict.

"You are very pretty," the snake says at last, his voice light. There is another soft chuckle. "I have never met such a pretty thing. Very, very pretty зайчик."

Shane's brow furrows despite the warmth flooding into his cheeks, his thoughts racing. He hesitates for a moment, biting his bottom lip. "You—you don't even know what I look like," he finally protests, trying to inject a little confidence into his voice and failing miserably. "I'm buried underground."

"I know enough," the snake sounds positively pleased with himself. "I can see your little tail, so fluffy," his voice trails off for a moment before returning, quieter this time, "and those pretty tiger stripes peeking out from beneath your tiny shorts."

Shane's entire face burns. His stretch marks. The snake was talking about the stretch marks on his thighs.

He has never once thought of them as tiger stripes, never mind beautiful ones. Instinct betrays him before embarrassment can stop it, his fluffy cottontail fluttering rapidly despite every effort to hold still, and Shane lets out the tiniest groan of mortification as he realizes the snake can definitely see that too.

"There it is again," the snake murmurs, sounding delighted rather than mocking. "Your little tail keeps saying hello to me."

"I-It does not," Shane mumbles automatically, even though he knows perfectly well it is moving rapidly with how flustered Shane feels. His tail has always had a mind of its own, twitching when he is nervous, perking up when he is curious, and fluttering whenever he is flustered enough that his emotions overwhelm him. Right now it feels as though the ridiculous thing is determined to announce every ounce of embarrassment to the snake above him.

"I will try to help you out," the snake says after a moment, his tone softening into just slightly. "But I will need to touch you. Is that alright, зайчик?"

Shane swallows, forcing himself to feel some gratitude that the snake has asked first. That alone settles some of the frantic pounding in his chest, enough for him to nod before realizing the man can't see the motion. "Y-yes," he says quickly. "That's okay."

Hands settle carefully against his waist. Even with permission, Shane cannot stop himself from jumping, a startled squeak escaping before he bites it back. The snake immediately eases his grip instead of tightening it, one thumb rubbing slow, reassuring circles across the middle of Shane's back through his shirt. The gentle motion is unexpectedly calming, patient enough that Shane feels his racing heartbeat begin to steady once more, despite the awkwardness of the situation.

He has big hands, Shane thinks to himself.

"I'm going to pull now," the snake warns. "Tell me if anything hurts."

"Okay," Shane whispers.

The first tug is firm but controlled, making dirt crumble around his shoulders without actually freeing him. The second is stronger, accompanied by a quiet grunt from above, but Shane remains stubbornly wedged inside the tunnel. After another pause, the snake adjusts his stance and tries again, muscles clearly straining with the effort, yet all that changes is a shower of loose soil raining down around Shane's face.

"Can you push backwards with me?" the snake asks between breaths.

"I'll try."

Shane plants his feet as best he can against the uneven ground and throws his weight back the instant the snake begins pulling again. Instead of sliding free, his movement only sends his hips sharply in the wrong direction, and before he can stop his momentum, his backside bumps squarely into the snake's crotch.

Shane goes perfectly still, every muscle locking as realization crashes over him, his ears burning hotter than they ever have before while the woods fall into an almost unbearable silence behind him. He swallows thickly, eyes wide as his ass presses firmly against the hips of the snake.

Jesus Christ, Shane thinks, feeling a little dizzy, he feels fucking huge like this. Even through Shane's shorts and whatever pants the snake is wearing, his large bulge is evident as it presses against Shane's ass. 

"Ah," the man says eventually, the sound drawing slowly out of his mouth, "you are a naughty bunny."

Shane blanches, face surely beet red at the implication. "No! I didn't mean to—," Shane cuts himself off with an embarrassed groan.

"Hm," the snake hums, hands moving to grasp him firmly by the waist. "I do not think I believe you, зайчик. I think you got yourself ssstuck on purpose, tail in the air for anyone who happensss to find you."

"N-No," Shane denies, gasping as the snake pulls Shane back so he is pressed tightly against his bulge. "I wouldn't—that's not—!" Shane bites his lip when the snake grinds against him, his heart hammering in his chest as he starts to squirm. Much to Shane's embarrassment, he can feel himself slicking up at the stimulation, his body betraying him at the slow, lazy grind against his ass.

"If naughty bunny wantsss me to help, he will have to pay for it," the man says, chuckling darkly.

"What?" Shane asks, feeling dazed.

"If you want me to help you," the man repeats, "you need to grind your ssslutty bunny pusssy against me. Otherwissse, I will just leave you here."

Shane gasps out loud at the words, face hot with humiliation. His tail is practically vibrating as his covered pussy actually pulses at the idea. He feels so sensitive, even with the layers between them, wet and already driven to panting like he's in heat, just from some words and brief dry humping.

"Well?" the snake asks, his voice bordering on nonchalant.

Shane hesitantly rolls his hips back, rubbing against the bulge behind him. The snake immediately starts trying to get him out again, actually following through with his promise. Every pull is accompanied by Shane rubbing himself against the man, rubbing his ass in circular motions as the bulge against him grows bigger and harder with each pass.

Shane can't help the way his hips twitch when he curves his back just right so that his stiffening clit is rubbed deliciously. He can't stop the obscene moan he lets out the first time it happens, nor can he stop the desperate little whimpers that follow as he starts grinding his clit against the man.

Soon, the tugging peters out and the snake starts humping against him without the facade of being helpful, large hands controlling the pace as he jerks Shane backwards. Shane can't even bring himself to complain, his fat clit getting stimulated each time the man rolls his hips. He's drenched now, probably ruining his shorts and whatever pants the man is wearing with his pussy juices. His lips feel hypersensitive, his clit engorged and twitching.

"Maybe," the snake says suddenly, his tone mischievous. "You are ssstuck because you are wearing too many clothesss."

That doesn't make any sense, Shane thinks through the fog that is clouding his mind, just as the man pulls his shorts down, careful not to catch Shane's bunny tail when he pulls it through. Shane gasps when his ass and pussy are exposed to the air, little aborted humps probably showing off his winking holes.

The man groans out loud behind him. "Knew you were pretty, зайчик."

"No, don't look—," Shane cries, squirming and trying to kick back at the snake holding him.

"My, my, you are absssolutely dripping," the snake hisses, delight clear in his voice. A clawed finger runs over Shane's pussy, smearing slick as it goes. The snake rubs a gentle circle over Shane's clit and Shane shakes at the feeling, eye rolling back a little at the direct stimulation. The man's other hand comes up to join the first, spreading his lips apart and leaving him open to be scrutinized.

Shane tries kicking again but the snake catches him and laughs a little when he spreads Shane's legs wide, his pussy on display. He slides one of his clawed fingers inside, hissing slightly at the warmth.

"You are ssso tight, зайчик," the snake says. "How am I going to fit my cocksss inside of you?"

"Cocks," Shane says, dizzy.

"Hm, yesss, I have two big cocksss to ssstuff you with зайчик. If your little pusssy can not handle them, maybe I need to think about usssing your other hole?"

Shane's heart stutters and he starts squirming again, shaking his head even if the snake can't see. "No, no, please don't, please don't!"

"Pleassse don't what, зайчик?" the snake asks, withdrawing his finger from Shane's pussy and sliding it up to Shane's furled asshole. 

"Don't," Shane begs, his arms flailing while he unsuccessfully tries to slap at the snake behind him.

"Don't leave your little assshole unstuffed? Well, if bunny insssissstsss," the snake hisses out a laugh, his slick finger breaching Shane's hole.

Shane grunts, air pushed out of his lungs as the digit pushes in insistently. "Not in my ass!" Shane forces himself to say.

"Ah, you want both of my cocksss in your little pusssy?" The snake asks, fake shock in his voice as he gasps. "But you are ssso sssmall down there, зайчик, what if they do not fit?"

"They will!" Shane practically shouts, tears threatening to fall from the corners of his eyes as he trembles. "Both of them will fit, I promise! Please, I want them both in my pussy."

"Well," the snake says as he pulls the finger out of Shane's ass, "if you insssissst, зайчик. I will force both of my cocks into your wet cunt." The snake pulls away and Shane is left shaking with his leg still being held aloft. Then, without any warning, the snake is shoving two fingers into Shane's pussy, thrusting in and curling them as he pulls out.

Shane gasps at the pressure, pussy fluttering around the digits slightly as his g-spot is stimulated. His stomach clenches at the sharp drag from the the blunted nails of the snake, shaking at the mixture of discomfort and pleasure. The snake is continuously hissing behind him, the sound sending Shane's instincts into overdrive, a whimper leaving him as his knee starts to buckle a little.

Each curl of the man's fingers sends heat through his body, his pussy fluttering and slicking up, practically dripping. The snake's other fingers occasionally brush his pussy lips, the sensation on his sensitive lips making him whimper slightly.

The snake shifts once more behind him, his fingers turning inside of him, before Shane feels like he's being electrocuted when his clit is suddenly being stimulated, the shock of pleasure making him audibly shout. The snake is not slow or gentle with the stimulation either, rubbing at his engorge clit with pressure that is bordering on too much. Shane would be flailing if he wasn't stuck, unable to control his legs as he starts kicking again, desperate to close his legs and keep the arm from moving. It's all for nothing, of course, his pussy open and displayed for the snake to do whatever he wants.

"I knew you were a naughty bunny," the man says, chuckling. "Your pusssy is practically weeping around my fingersss, begging for my cocksss. I sssaid I would not help you unlesss you grind againssst me and you can't even do that right."

Shane is gasping now, feeling trapped and helpless by the hole he's stuck in and by the snake's unrelenting fingers. 

"I will not help you get out without getting sssomething in return," the snake warns. "I sssuppossse I will just have to fuck you full of cum. That will be my payment for getting you unssstuck. Not that I believe you didn't do thisss on purpossse, but I am willing to play along," the snake taunts, pulling his fingers out of Shane's pussy.

Shane pants, his hips dipping slightly as the man puts his leg down. Shane struggles to take the deep breaths he needs with half of his chest stuck, tremors running up and down his body.

There are some vague sounds of movement from behind him that barely registers before Shane is jerking slightly, gasping when the snake slaps his ass harshly, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

"Get ready, зайчик," the snake says. "Thisss will hurt."

The cry that leaves Shane's throat cracks in the middle when the snake starts to slowly work one of his cocks into Shane's pussy, the steady push lighting Shane's insides alight. It doesn't hurt yet, just a steady pressure as the snake pauses for a moment, drawing his cock back a little, and then pushing in again. In less than a minute, the snake is stuffing Shane full.

Shane stares blankly at the dirt walls in front of him, feeling a little dizzy as he registers the heft of not only the cock inside of him, but also the one that has nestled itself in between Shane's cheeks, spreading him open even further.

The snake fucks him slowly, drawing his cock out and then pushing slowly back in, the cock outside of his pussy sliding between his cheeks. It catches a bit on his asshole during one thrust and Shane shudders.

After a minute of the snake leisurely fucking him, Shane feels the man's finger start probing around where Shane's pussy was gripping his cock, slick and insistent as it slips in alongside it. Shane tries to muffle the whimper that builds in his chest, mouth shut and eyes closed tight.

The snake slips a second finger into him, stretching his pussy even further. Shane feels it this time, a slight burn jolting him. The snake doesn't stop. The hand that was keeping his leg raised drops him briefly, moving to settle below them and to gently rub at Shane's clit.

"Shit," Shane curses, eyes rolling a little as his cunt spasms from the pleasure, his body feeling heated and overstimulated. He already feels so full, his body slowly growing accustomed to the snake's insistent stretching.

A third finger finds it's way inside Shane just as the snake pinches his clit and he's jerking, his whole body shaking as he starts squirting, a high-pitched repetitive uh sound forced out of his chest.

"Of fuck," the snake curses, his thrusts speeding up briefly before he slows them again. "You made me all wet, naughty bunny."

Shane pants wetly, his head resting fully against the dirt of the hole. He's still faintly shaking, the snake's grip on his clit sending tremors through his overstimulated body. He whines when the snake pulls his fingers out and then pulls back until just the tip of his cock is in Shane.

Shane swallows, mind fevered but coherent enough to know what comes next; very slowly, with a gentle pressure, the snake works his hips forward as two cocks penetrate Shane's puffy pussy. The snake moans loudly, his hands shifting their grip to Shane's hips as he bottoms out.

Shane feels delirious with it, the pressure inside of him leaving him twitchy. It's borderline too much, the constant pulse of applied pressure that leaves him aching in more ways than one. He feels ashamed of the way the predominant feeling inside of him is pure desire; it hurts, but that's what takes it from good to great, the stretch of two fat cocks leaving him dumb and drooling.

Shane wants it. He wants the snake to fuck into him so bad, wants two cocks thrusting in and out of his sopping cunt.

"Please," Shane cries, giving in. "I need help getting out. Fuck me with your cocks." Shane gives the snake the pretense he wants, finally playing along.

The snake pauses for a moment, not moving. His hands tighten into a bruising force just before he starts fucking into Shane, no mercy left to be found. Shane grunts with each thrust, his insides pummeled as the snake chases his own pleasure. Shane's body feels so confused, only some discomfort lingering from the sheer girth of two cocks inside him; yet those same cocks are rubbing him in all the right places. There's an ache inside every time the snake thrusts in and it takes Shane forever to realize that the snake is hitting his cervix, sending little jolts up and down his spine.

He winces sightly as something scratches his ass. It's not painful, necessarily, but every time the snake thrusts into him, it feels like little claws digging into his ass cheeks, gripping slightly each time his hips smack into Shane. A particularly hard thrust has Shane seeing stars, his cervix aching and the small stings on his ass making him moan.

He's getting close again, Shane realizes, a building pressure rising in his stomach. 

"You feel sso good around me, зайчик," the snake pants, his grip shifting to grab a handful of Shane's ass, pulling him aside to get a better look at his pussy. "Pussy gaping from taking my cockss."

Shane whines in the back of his throat, his face scrunching up as the heat builds higher and higher. He's starting to shake again, his limbs twitching out of his control.

"Are you going to ssquirt again?" the man asks. "Are you going to come all over my cockss? I want you to, зайчик. Give it to me and I'll help you get free, poor thing." The snake lets go of his ass to give it a sharp smack and then he twists his fingers into the fur of Shane's fluttering tail, yanking him up just slightly.

Shane squirts violently, an actual scream leaving him as his pussy clenches down on the dicks inside him. He thrashes as he comes, eyes watering as his orgasm keeps going, the snake not stopping for even a second as Shane falls apart.

He kicks out again, trying to get away from the overstimulation, and is abruptly pulled out of the hole. His eyes sting from the tears and he's briefly blinded by the additional light, his body and mind overwhelmed. Still, he feels it when the scratching on his ass stings a bit more than before and the man groans.

"Fuck, Шаня," he hisses, emptying himself into Shane's throbbing cunt.

Shane rests against the mound, catching his breath in uneven mouthfuls of air, small little tremors still running through him. He hums slightly when the cocks shift inside him and the stinging on his ass cheeks lets up.

"Sorry," Ilya mutters, running a gentle hand down Shane's back. "Spurs went a bit deep this time."

"They go deep every time," Shane replies, though he's not complaining. Ilya's pelvic spurs were a surprise the first time they'd fucked, but Shane has grown attached to the way the spurs hold them tightly together. He knows he must have dozens of small little scars on his ass by now, all put there from Ilya's body trying to tie them together and breed him.

They stand there on shaky legs for several minutes, both of them trying to come down from their high, before Ilya starts to slowly pull out, hands still doing soothing circles on Shane's back as his cocks slip out. 

"Everything feel okay?" Ilya asks, helping pull Shane's shorts up from his ankles, carefully threading his tail through the hole.

"Hm, yeah, all good," Shane says after a moment, the only thing he feels being a familiar pleasant soreness from his still gaping pussy. He actually feels a little empty now, a small throb of need running through him for Ilya to put his cocks back in him. He ignores it to focus on brushing dirt out of the fur on his ears.

"Why were you over here and not at our spot?" Ilya asks as he adjusts his own clothing, a little pout on his handsome face.

"Comeau," Shane spits out the name a little, still pissed at the hare. 

Shane had met Ilya on one of his patrols, the snake instantly teasing and flustering the bunny into not being scared of him. With each subsequent shift Shane had taken, the closer they had become. They weren't mates or anything, they couldn't be, but they had a regularly scheduled hook up that Shane had missed because of Comeau once again pulling a disappearing act.

"I had to track мой зайчик down," Ilya says, a small smirk on his face. "I knew he must have been sad without my dicks in his pussy."

"Shut up, asshole," Shane retorts, though he's fighting a smile. "Thank you for helping me."

"Of course, мой Шаня," Ilya replies, his voice softening.

Shane's heart flutters a little, but he pushes the feeling away. He's been gone long enough already and he needs to find his basket and collect any of the herbs or berries that haven't been stolen by various other creatures in the woods.

"I need to get back to gathering," Shane says, his voice a little stiff.

Ilya's smile falters slightly, but the man just shrugs, nodding his head. "Usual spot next week?"

"Yeah," Shane confirms, biting his lip as Ilya smirks and turns to walk away. His heart aches a little, but not in the pleasant way the rest of his body does. "Wait!"

Ilya immediately stops, turning around and blinking at Shane in confusion when the bunny closes the gap between them. "Shane?"

Shane's face feels hot as he quickly leans closer to Ilya and plants a gentle kiss on the snake's lips. He knows their entire dynamic is only about sex, but he can't help but keep the kiss soft. He's gentle while he kisses the snake, eyes fluttering closed as he lets himself put just a fraction of his feelings into it. Shane pulls away licking his lips, meeting the snake's questioning eyes.

"Thank you, Ilya," Shane whispers. He turns away, quickly making his way up the embankment, no longer able to meet the other man's gaze.

He feels the snake's eyes remain on him until he disappears from view.

Chapter End Notes

shane says jesus christ at one point and i tried thinking of alternatives and "Great Warren/By the burrow" almost made it, but then the realization that him saying this means that there was a hybrid jc and hybrid Christianity made me laugh so hard i had to keep it.

jesus was a lamb for, i believe, very obvious reasons

ilya adds an exaggerated hiss as soon as he knows shane is up to start their little game; it always gets shane going a little because it reminds him ilya is a snake and, technically, shane should feel like he's in danger.

this doesnt need to be mentioned but when they DO participate in anal they use sunflower seed oil. ilya uses it while he's stretching shane, though shane obviously cant't see that. ilya keeps it on him for reasons. also he definitely wipes his hands off before going back to fingering his pussy after teasing his ass; never go from ass to pussy without washing you are asking for an infection otherwise. also three of ilya's claws are blunted so he can finger shane without hurting him.

зайчик - little bunny
мой - my
Шаня - shanya

next chapter is just art

Chapter 2: зайчик и его змей

Chapter Summary

little bunny and his snake

Chapter Notes

Chapter End Notes

do NOT tell me ilya's hair looks weird i already KNOW TT.TT

This is actually the cropped version with ilya's body in one posted on my twitter, but I hated how his arms looked, so I shared the cropped version here instead lol