*BigTayler walks for what seems like an hour to the captives. It is a dizzying ride for those in the lower pockets, the powerful legs swinging them in a relentless back-and-forth sweep. Those crammed into the upper pocket get less of a ride, but are more tightly packed in, while the lone lion in the right pocket is constantly being rubbed against the boy's colossal penis through the fabric. And the one luckless one buried under a tent-sized scrotum? He probably can barely breathe at all.

At last the pace slows down. The big rabbit is simply walking now, pausing now and then, and through the fabric comes the sounds of infinitely heavy objects being moved about. Light floods abruptly into one of the pockets as the flap is opened. Enormous fingers snake down into it, seizing one of the lions and dragging him up into the open. Tayler takes a few seconds to peel him, expertly removing his clothing, and then bends down. The lion is released into a shockingly white prison. He will find that he is in a very large glass jar, wide-mouthed and far too tall to even dream of climbing out of, and that jar is sitting inside a vast white canyon. Tall walls rise on three sides, and high up upon one of them are...faucets, and a tap. It is a bathtub, outsized even for the giant. Tayler smirks, reaches into his pocket, and withdraws another victim.
[1:25]BigTayler: (Indeed! Care to pick it up there?)
[1:25]Alan Kinglake: I had this in store for the next time:
[1:25]Alan Kinglake: *The frantic agitation into the giant pockets has turned down to a tensed calmness as the lions have given up any hope to open the rail sized fasteners and have got exhausted to struggle against the heavy pitching they are subjected. They have then passed the rest of the travel just clinging at the fabric or at anything they could. Some lions, maybe half a dozen, have got serious injuries by dint of that rough treatment and got broken ribs or fractures at their limbs as the thick fabric tensed roughly on the packed bodies when the bunny has took some strides wider than usual. Nevertheless, all of the prisoners awake from their tensed torpor when the pace of their young captor slow down. Some listen carefully at the fearsome sounds coming from outside their fabric enclosure, while other ones begin to squirm and crawl their ways among the tangled bodies of their fellows, not really doing anything sensible but they couldn't stay motionless as the sudden interruption of the giant boy's walk seems to come to an end, suddenly increasing the tension of the moment. And, abruptly, there is a sudden tension on the fabric, squeezing the occupant of one of the pockets tightly, and the deafening sound of the giant fastener getting opened resounds close of their little round ears. All at once they become frantic and squirm and struggle their panicked roars resounds in chorus, spreading the panic to the occupants of the other pockets who start to become agitated. The lion grabbed by giant rabbit fingers struggles, his legs pedaling in the void and his fist pummeling around the clawed tips of the huge digits. He freezes in fear at the sight of the now too well know large eyes and barely struggles as his clothes are teared away. He remains motionless some long seconds in the large jar, looking around jaws agape in disbelief before getting on his feet and running to the tall glass wall, his claws raking helplessly on it, he doesn't even dare to cast any glance at his huge captor. But the shrieks of another lion reach his ears as another victim is seized. This one squirms between the huge fingers clamped around his brawny body kicks and clawed punch bouncing on the huge pads, barely denting them.
[1:31]*BigTayler smiles cruelly as he rips away the clothing of each lion, leaving it naked. A curious sort of selection is taking place. The first three are lowered down and dropped into the jar. The fourth and the fifth are placed on the floor of the tub, the giant ignoring them as he fishes out another. One by one the captives are pulled into the open; one by one they are stripped bare, briefly examined, and then placed either into the glass prison, or released into the vast white canyon of the tub. It may become more apparent as the number of victims grows. Those who appear injured, whose bones are broken or are bloodied, are the ones that are being placed outside. It is only the strongest and most healthy that are being placed in the jar.
[1:41]Alan Kinglake: *The claws of the lions in the jar keep raking helplessly at its wall, squealing without even scratching it. Soon some stop and watch at the ones dropped on the dazzling white surface, it looks surreal. These lions are writhing and squirming on the hard ground for most of them, although two or three are able to stand up and draw away with a limping pace. But they don't have enough time available to worry on the fate of these injured fellows. The huge boy hands are often lowering above their heads, forcing them to cover in fear, although their captor only drop other ones among them, reducing their space more and more. Making the new ones less liable to run in panic and knock on the glass.
[1:47]*BigTayler looks thoughtful; he's got almost ten in the jar, and maybe that many on the floor of the tub. He withdraws six more, strips them, and then regardless of their condition, releases them onto the floor of the tub. Then there's the last, the one that he'd been toying with earlier, which for some reason got his own private accommodations on the trip over. Tayler reaches into his pocket and pulls that one out, already bare, and lifts it up to his face. Smirking, he brings it close to his nose and gives it a slow, lewd lick from its knees up to its chin. Then he throws his head back and lifts that lion overhead, opening his jaws wide. Slowly he lowers it down into his mouth, feet-first. When it is surrounded by the immense teeth the buck closes his jaws slowly, sealing his lips around the lion's neck, the tips of his big incisors resting on the back of the lion's shoulders almost like the blade of a guillotine. The lion is thus trapped, only his head protruding from the giant boy's lips, while the huge tongue slowly works up and down, stroking over the lion's entire frontside. Meanwhile, Tayler unfastens his shorts and slides them down, his big penis, half-erect, flopping free.
[2:04]Alan Kinglake: The last lions released run on the white and smooth surface, sliding onto ludicrously at several times. One of them slipping at the side of the plughole and getting one of his legs stuck into one of the hole of the grating, in a panicked state he clumsily tries to free himself, squirming and trying to pull himself out helplessly. Meanwhile Alan struggles and yowls in fear as the huge digits probes into the pocket where he has been imprisoned he can't resist to their strength and gets immobilized easily. He gets motionless breathing deeply in front of the huge young bunny face, his smirk freezing his blood, his fear crazed roar resounds when he is licked and more when he is suspended above the large open jaws, the sight of the enormous incisors driving him close to madness. He squirms again under the lewd caresses of the rabbit tongue although it is soft and warm. Only the hard contact of the threatening teeth makes him stay calm, forced to accept the horrible massage of that tongue. When the boy looks down, he can see his huge penis already hardening in arousal and worst, the other lion trapped in what appear like an huge tub. He closes his eyes some but the wet contact of the huge tongue on his muscular frame and his private part forces him to open them again.
[2:12]*BigTayler steps out of his shorts and bends down, casually picking up a big black plug and lowering it toward the drain. With one finger he shoves the lion out of the hole, breaking his leg in the process, and then seals the drain tightly. He then settles down to his knees and rests his chest on the edge of the tub, peering smugly down at his many captives. His tongue works slowly, sliding up, sliding down, molding its surface to the little lion's body as he sucks idly on the tiny feline like a piece of candy. His wandering gaze stops on one of the injured lions, and casually he reaches down and nudges at it with a finger. He pushes it roughly over into its back and watches it for a few moments, and then he idly lowers his thumb down onto its face. He lets it rest there suffocatingly for about five seconds, and then he presses down firmly. There is a loud CRACK, followed by a crunching sound that echoes noisily, the sound magnified by the metal surface of the tub, and juice and gray matter squirts out.