The mouse panted hard, grinning down at the twitching rabbit. "I bet you think you're going to overfil me, right?" She grinned, stomach swelling out as he womb inflated. "But you won't, isn't magic lovely?"
She slid off, letting Mocha lie then insensate, walking to the desk and drawing out an ink bottle. She uncorked it and held it under her battered pussy, letting thick Lapine cum pour forth, the bottle sucking it in like a tiny whirlpool. As the bottle filled, it flashed, splitting in two, a full, corked bottle dropping to the carpet. By the time she was done, she had a dozen ink bottles filled up with thick, milky spunk.