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I was sitting on the edge of the bed; my legs were still tucked under me from pulling on my gray rabbit onesie. I zipped it closed to the collar. My hands were over my head, pulling the hood snug and fitting it around my face, when I first noticed the lioness. She approached too quickly for me to move. I could only hope that she wouldn't notice me. Idly, the lioness shoved me as she passed.

The rabbit fell. Hard. He didn't know whether it was his own terror, instinct, or the impact with the soft grass beneath the tree he had be reclining under, but his lungs seemed to be empty. He gasped for breath; eyes bulged, he desperately reminded himself to look for the lioness.

She was gone.

To either side of the tree, along the almost unnoticeable path that cut through the otherwise solitudinous forest, the rabbit could see only grass and shrubs and more trees. Where had she gone? He was frozen in place with the thought that she might suddenly reappear, impossibly, hidden against the background of his field of vision. All that was protecting him from detection was how calmly he was breathing. This thought was enough to tell him that he was being silly--the lioness was not coming back; she had no interest in him.

Just as the rabbit thought to move, however, the bushes to his far right began to rustle. He turned to the sound. Tried to scamper away. A face appeared in the clearning between them. Golden fur and eyes, encircled in white, her black-lined lips low to the ground as her nose flared, catching his scent. Her blunt round ears perked, tufts of white hair protruding eagerly.

The lioness! The rabbit's heart raced. What could he do? Caught, supine, with the lioness only a handful of feet away, how could he hope to escape?

A low, pleased rumble purred in the lioness's throat as she pressed her nose against the rabbit's face. Shallow bursts of hot air buffeted him as she took in his smell. "Is this a bunny I have found?" she whispered, taking one of his long, gray ears in her mouth.

He gulped, nodded, watched her golden gaze. The lioness stood over him with her body wrapped feet to head around him like an impenetrable fence. Her front shoulders dipped her head low while her rear rested high.

I breathed deep. "It--" I stuttered, then whispered, labored, "I am."

The lioness placed a paw on the bunny's chest. The weight of it, without any added pressure, pressed him into th needles and leaves that carpeted the earth. She breathed deeply of him once more, tracing his brow and jaw with her nose until her lips brushed his throat. He could feel the closeness of hr, the faintest pressure of her against his pulse.

"I haven't had bunny in a long time," the lioness breathed, her voice thick.

"Please," the bunny started. The lioness raked a claw down his middle, a line of white furrowing the flesh from his neck to his navel. His voice caught and his hips instinctively bucked forward, as if he might escape into the soil.

I sighed deeply, lowering myself back to the bed. I had not expected her to unzip my onesie like this. It was more than a little sexy. The lioness slipped her hand inside. It was cool against my flesh. Or was it as hot as a flaming brand?

Her mouth was still at my throat, still threatening. I went still. She caressed my side, the soft pad of her palm climbing my ribs and sweeping over my right pectoral. Her nails raked my skin.

Four lines of red appeared across the bunny's chest. Blood beaded but did not run from the scratches. The lioness was surgical, intentional.

"Bunny meat is so tender," she purred.

The bunny gasped. The breath caught in his lungs. He went as still as he had ever gone.

"Goood." The lioness stalked a half-circuit around the rabbit so that her back hips were now behind his head and her forefeet were at his right elbow. As if she had a thought of being discovered and interrupted in the act of devouring him, she looked back to the path. Her eyes and ears twitched in either direction. She sniffed. "Hm. Come with me. I don't want to be... bothered while I have my fill of you."

In one easy motion, the lioness scooped the rabbit up in her jaws. He could hardly react. Her fangs held him around his middle as deftly and gently as were he her young rather than her meal. The moisture of her tongue slicked his shoulders and her breath mussed his fur. But, overall, inconceivably, he was comfortable.

Some moments later, after trudging deeper into the empty wood, the lioness lay the rabbit in a somewhat open and spacious clearing. Beams of sunlight cut through the shade of the trees and alighted on flowers that freckled the short grass.

Her hand was around my cock before I could recover. She squeezed roughly.

"You're awfully hard for someone about to be eaten." Her laugh was as cruel as her voice, as her grip. "Mm. But you're pretty big, though. Maybe you can satisfy another of my hungers."

The lioness's eyes flashed, greedy with desire. She wet her lips with a languid tongue. The rabbit smiled. Nervous, terrified, the action was automatic. And prideful. His member was pretty big.

It had never saved his life, though. Given the opportunity--and the circumstances--it was performing admirably.

"Please," the rabbit said. "Don't do this. My wife--my family--"

She began to stroke me. Gently, at first only the base of my cock, pulling the skin tight, her palm pressing into my balls. Then, with her other hand, she took the head in her grasp.

"What is your family to me?" the lioness asked. "Why should I not take what I want from you?"

The lioness held the rabbit in both paws, eyes starry as they took in the veins and ridges of his penis. It was not fully erect, she knew. It would deflate some, soften, if she were to remove the pressure from its base. But still she marveled at it, pleased with herself and what was to come.

A cock that big was too much to pass up. She could eat later.

The lioness sat on her haunches between the rabbit's legs. She lowered her head, opened her mouth. The rabbit watched as the head of his penis disappeared between her black-lined lips. His body stiffened, legs and arms at his sides going rigid in anxious anticipation. Lower she went, past the quarter mark, then half of his member. Just as she neared the two-third mark, when he thought she would swallow him whole with no resistance at all, his member slammed into her throat like a too-fat rabbit diving for the warren.

Her lips closed around me. Her tongue pressed against my cock, and my awareness was overflooded with the wet and heat of her mouth. She sucked and pressed her weight into me, driving herself down on my shaft.

I stiffened. Cock rock hard, it straightened in her throat. The lioness gagged, pressed harder, impaling herself on me down to the base. Her nose tickled my pubes. When she withdrew me, a line of spittle glistened between my head and her lip.

Her fangs gleamed in her voracious grin. She caught the line in her left paw, brushing more from her lip. The rabbit's penis stood fully erect, almost painfully holding itself at a right angle from his body. His breathing was shallow.

"Please," he whispered, eyes locked onto hers.

The lioness lifted an eyebrow and a claw. Catching the flare of the head of the bunny's penis with the point of the claw, she relieved it of the burden of supporting its weight. She pulled it toward her until the skin was taut. The veins stood out, purple and pulsing against the natural rings of his rigid length.

"Please what?" She smirked.

The rabbit had not meant to say that. "Please--please don't hurt me," he pleaded.

Rumbling another low purr, the lioness ran a claw of the other paw up the center of his penis. Gentle, but hard enough to hurt, she sighed her joy at the rabbit's futile attempts to remain still.

"I don't think that is what you were going to say. I think that you want to beg me to play with this. To use it."

"Please no. Please. My wife. I--please, just don't hurt me."

"What will you give me if I don't?" the lioness teased, her words breathed on the rabbit's member.

"Any--anything--" he gasped. "My body. You can have my body. Just don't--"

"Don't what? Don't eat you? Don't kill you?"

The rabbit nodded furiously. His member strained against her claw.

"But what of your little rabbit wife?" the lioness asked.

Before he could answer, she lowered her mouth and took up his penis. She took it as deep into her mouth as she could, then pulled almost all the way back out. When he hadn't answered, she paused there.

"She, she," the rabbit's mind raced. What did he have to say to get her to continue? "She doesn't have to know. No one does."

The lioness lowered herself onto his cock.

I watched her, hardly able to believe how well the lioness was blowing me. She slipped nearly my entire length into her throat at ease, her weight on her hands at my sides, ass propped high over her shoulders on knees held close together. Seconds passed. Minutes. She sucked my cock, wet and loud, her slurps the only sound, like she were starving and my cock was made of heavenly manna. I was getting close. IT would not take much longer and she would make me come.

The rabbit became anxious. What if the lioness did not want him to finish? What if she killed and ate him just for finished too quickly?

"This is wrong," he whimpered. "We should not be doing this."

The lioness stopped. Shifting her knees under her so that she rested on her haunches, she took the rabbit's member in one paw before spitting it out of her mouth. "Mmm. That is my favorite treat. Having second thoughts, are you?"

"It's just, you, a lioness--me, a rabbit--it should not be. We cannot do this."

I lifted my head from the bed to look at her. She knelt on her shins before me, with my knees bent, feet flat on the bed like I were in labor. Her hand gripped my cock. Her thumb idly smeared precum across my head.

"Should I stop, then?"

"No, please. No. Don't. Don't stop. Please."

The lioness grinned, her teeth sharp in the dark of our room. Her curls spilled from the hood of her lioness onesie.

She let go of my cock. Hyptnotized, I watched as she lifted gloved hands to her throat and nimbly used the clawed fingertips to drag down her zipper. The lioness exposed her flesh to me, one zipper tooth at a time. I shook with anticipation, mouth dry with my own desire.

After pushing my knees flat, expertly the lioness climbed atop me. She positioned herself over my cock so that it did not catch on the fabric of hr opening.

"You would satisfy my hungers, then, bunnyman?" Her tongue played along her fangs.

The bunny gulped, nodding.

"But when I have had my fill of cock," she tisked, "I always get so hungry. How can you think to feed me?"

The rabbit closed his eyes. "Please, lioness, use my body as you see fit."

"I think that is what I deserve. You were not a very cautious bunny to be caught in a forest by me."

"Yes. All I ask is that you be swift."

The lioness grunted a self-satisfied laugh. "Oh, I'll be swift."

In one motion, she dropped herself onto my cock. I passed between her lips and drove into her deepest places so quickly I hardly felt how wet she was. I couldn't believe how easily she parted.

She gasped. Beginning to rock back and forth, she massaged the sensitive underside of the head of my cock with her cervix and the top with her back wall.

The bunny bucked into the lioness. She placed a paw on his chest. With the other she gathered up and pinned his forepaws behind his head.

She ground herself onto me. Her breasts spilled from the opening in her suit. Sweat glistened on the lines of the taught muscles of her torso and hips. She was close. I could feel it. Her walls quivered with her need, pussy squeezing me to orgasm alongside hr.

The rabbit gritted his teeth but could not close his eyes. He couldn't look away from the lioness. If this was to be his last sight, let him admire the majesty and killing grace of the lioness unashamed and unafraid.

Her orgasm nearly wrenched my cock right off. She slammed herself down on it so hard I thought I could see the impression of my head standing out against her belly. She groaned, gasped, and sighed, slamming herself down over and over again as her pussy quivered and quaked and spasmed fit to swallow up my cock forever.

The lioness went slack, relaxing. I breathed hard. "That really is a nice cock for a bunny."

Climbing off the rabbit the way she got on, the lioness took his member in her paws. Still slick with her juices, she began to massage its full length, moving hard and fast.

"I tell you what. If you can come for me when I say, I will let you go back to your little bunny family. What do you say?"

"Okay. Anything, lioness."

"Good." She pulled his member away from his body at an extreme angle, pointing it at her face. "Come."

The moment the word was out her mouth, a line of white hot pleasure seared the length of my cock. My head flared with satisfaction. A streak shot out of my cock. The first load draped itself across the point of her nose and the swell of her cheek beneath her eye. The second, third, and fourth were emptied into her mouth as she dove down to catch them.

The lioness stroked and sucked me through my orgasm with the eagerness of the naturally talented and oft-practiced mouth. My fifth ropy load landed on her lower lip and decorated her chin as she withdrew, her mouth already overfilling.

Lifting her head proudly to the forest canopy, the lioness swallowed her prize in one gulp. "Yes," she said through a grin. "That will fill me up nicely."

The bunny sight and slackened, his body emptied. Languidly he looked over to the lioness. "Same time next week?"