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Outfoxing the Bunny

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Antonio sniffed the air, his home to his back, exploring the forest with a slow, easy step. His red fur glowed in the early morning light, dew clinging to the grass, his long, lope-like stride covering the ground easily even though he did not feel as if he was expending all that much energy in the act of walking.

Where was he going? Well, nowhere, in fact. He'd only just moved into a chicken farm that had belonged to his grandfather near the woods, though there was a certain kind of irony in that. After renovating the place that he'd inherited, the mornings were less of a rush with his workers on-site to do the work for him, a little nest egg in the bank allowing him to relax some. It was good though to be back where he'd grown up with his extended family, moving out with parents when he was around thirteen - he couldn't quite remember. But he remembered having his entire family all in one spot, enjoying the closeness. Without them, the farm felt emptier than he remembered.

Maybe not for long.

Again, he sniffed the air, head turning from side to side with a strand of brown hair tickling his ear where it had moved out of place, eyes half-closed. Ah, yes, that scent... That was a scent that overpowered even the smell of chickens. The forest contained a lake, though it stretched back for many, many more miles than he could walk in a day, yet his ears pricked and turned back and forth, offering him more insight than his eyes.

Antonio's eyes gleamed, teeth showing in a smirking smile that promised trouble. Dawn could be for things other than merely walks, after all...

The splashing drew him to the lake and he peered around a tree trunk, a white rabbit doe swimming there, nude. That in itself was not unusual for furries, her long, white-blonde hair streaming behind her in the water.

She was beautiful. His eyes gleamed, licking his lips. But that was not just why he was interested in her.

Fortunately for him, she seemed at the end of her swimming session, freestyling her way to the bank and hauling herself out. She was smaller than him but plumper and curvier, her breasts nicely full as he stifled a growl. He didn't want to catch her off-guard, but what he had in mind, his toes curling with feral delight, would have to wait.

For what he had in mind could not be undertaken in the glow of dawn while she disappeared up into her home of a house built into a tree overhanging the lake. Thus, the fox would wait, biding his time, until the evening twilight pulled him to her once more.

"You will be mine."

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When dark fell, he stole back through the forest, wearing only a pair of trousers. The less cloth he had to rustle and make noise the better for him, stealing quietly through the undergrowth until he stood below her abode. She would not know that he was coming, the little white rabbit with blonde hair, her soft eyes something that he would soon see screwed up in fear, squealing and screaming.

Antonio licked his lips. Soon.

A set of steps had been cut into the bark trunk of the tree to allow one to ascend to the abode and he eased up with nary a creak, dropping into the living area. It was small and quaint, what one could have expected from a bunny doe, the fox drooling as he hunted her, so close to his prey that he could not even control his salivation.

He could hear her, humming a tune to herself. Antonio stiffened. The bedroom. Of course... And how convenient for what he wanted to do to the sweet little snack of a bunny...

She knew nothing but a russet hand clamped over her mouth as she screamed, dragging her back off the little bench beside her dressing table and hurling her to the bed. Fur flew and she tried to cry out but his arm pinned her down, clamped across her shoulder and throat, holding her right where he needed her to be. Teeth flashed in a predator's laugh and she fought back, beating at him with fists and feet, though Antonio had already been wise enough to get in beside her legs, ensuring that she could not wrench them back enough to deliver even a light kick to his gut or legs.

"Lights out for you, bunny-bun," he laughed, opening his maw wide to show off his teeth, the pink flutter of his tongue between the lines of them on the bottom jaw. "I'm going to eat you all up... You'll never escape me!"

Perhaps he thought himself a more comedic villain as she scrambled away, clawing at the bedsheets, ripping them up, howling and crying, sobbing as her ears pinned back.

"N-no, no," she howled. "Don't eat me! I've got - family! I've got to be here for them!"

But that was not something Antonio cared one bit about as he dragged her back from the edge of the bed by her ankles, pressing his thumbs into the soles of her feet, which jerked and pulled in his grasp.

"Nuh-uh-uh, just where do you think you're going little bunny?"

She wasn't going anywhere, not even as they rolled and toppled off the bed with a bodily "thunk" and a crash that shook the floor. He took his liberties with her, pressing her feet to his face as he twisted around, letting her lie on her front, sobbing, while he sat on her lower back and buttocks, her nightdress torn and ripped and revealing much of her body already. But such a position allowed him to better tease and abuse her feet, taking a deep breath of them, how soft and clean they were, the fluff of them very light and sensual in how it brushed his muzzle. She screamed at the brush of his sharp teeth on the balls of her feet, jerking away as he nipped and nibbled, tasting her while he taunted her with the inadequacy of her ability to escape a raw and ready predator.

"Mmm, you're so lucky," he crooned, though there was nothing kind in his voice as he licked her feet. "To be teased by a fox... But I'm still going to eat you."

She sobbed and whimpered, twisting in his grip, but he held her legs up so tightly that she could not kick, his tongue pushing between her toes, sucking them into his maw. His lips closed on them and she jerked her feet about, stomach convulsing, though it seemed like the wrong time entirely to allow laughter to overcome her. No, no, no... That was wrong, very wrong, but his tongue playing over the arch and then down under the sole of her left foot, sweeping up and over the ball, had her twisting and pulling all over again. Broken, sobbing laughter burst from her lips but Antonio was hardly dissuaded as he lapped at them again and again.

He tickled her soles with the tips of his claws, letting her flinch and twitch and jerk, though it was hard not to swap such a tease out for his lips and tongue, sucking on her toes, flicking the heel of the opposite foot just to get as much of his fun in as he could. Not that the bunny was going anywhere, of course, but Antonio was a greedy vulpine indeed. He tightened his grip further as muscles bunched and threatened to kick but he had her firmly, nuzzling into her soles and even swiping his tongue over her heel up to an ankle, his sharp teeth more gently digging in, biting softly.

"My first bunny in a long time... And aren't you cute?"

He smirked evilly, dropping her legs, though he had to strip her before following through on his "promise" of eating her. His claws made short work of her white nightdress, purity lost, her begging pleas lost on his ears. Half the time they were drowned in sobs anyway, her hands clutched to her chest between her breasts, begging him not to eat her, not to hurt her. His teeth on her neck had her wailing and crying out all over again, shoving him off only to be pinned down at her hips, nude, by the fox once more.

"Mmm... Maybe I'll keep these cute little feet as a lucky charm?" Antonio winked at her, no humour in his eyes. "They say rabbit's feet are lucky, don't they?"

He tickled her foot with his fingers, but she snatched it away with a yell, her vision suddenly full of bare, russet fur, lips on her neck, teeth at her throat, moving down. Yet the bite that she anticipated never came as his tongue, instead, snaked into her pussy - eating her out. She did not realise as yet that that was what he meant by eating her, only blinking in shock, pleasure spiking through her horror, and confusion as to how he had gotten down between her legs so quickly.

Her hips rose without her bidding however, panting and twisting, pushing at his head, though fear made her weak. Her body wanted to freeze, to go limp, to give in and play dead, and it was hard to resist that, even as he ate her out. His tongue pushed up deep inside her, sweeping back and inadvertently teasing over her G-spot, startling a moan from her lips. Yet she could not resist leaning into an earlier sense of her being, the part of her that had her rocking and humping her hips up, wanting more even in a moment like that where she felt that her very life was at stake.

Pinning her with an arm heavily over her stomach, holding the smaller bunny down, Antonio growled into her sex.

"Going to eat you up, cute bunny... Rrrr..."

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She understood then what his "eating" was about, moaning and relaxing a bit, for that was something, most readily, that she could bear through. Better than losing her life, she accepted his tongue, despite shivering in fear, her body going limp, allowing him to do as he willed with her. His tongue was good, so very good, twirling around her clit, and her hips would have rocked up to his lips if not for the arm holding her down and in place.

And yet he was still a predator as he pressed up to her folds, the point of his muzzle sending yet another fearful tremor through her. He teased her outer folds, pulling them apart with his strong, flexible tongue, finally paying her clitoris due attention, though his tongue was scratchier and rougher than that of a bunny buck's. She gasped, toes curling, as it pushed over her pleasure-nub, head spinning and pounding, not even able to control herself in that moment.

"Ah... Oh... Ohhh!"

It was not orgasm but it was close enough for her to let out a little pleasure, her juices flowing more and more freely, his tongue scooping them up to devour a part of her in a different way. His whiskers tickled the insides of her thighs, but she still did not dare close them on his head, too caught up in fearful passion to allow true lust to overcome her in every way.

Orgasm, however, could not be held back from the force of a predator's tongue and she squealed as she climaxed, squirting over his muzzle, coating his face. Antonio lapped it all up with relish, though he wasn't about to wait around, squirming out of his trousers or at least getting them down around his thighs, the hard length of his fox-cock pressed out of his sheath and ready. Her thighs twitched in climax, but he pushed over her before she was done, the bunny's eyes turning up to him, shining.

She didn't have birth control ready... Well, not the kind that she would take every month. There was the morning after pill though. Would that be enough to stop a predator's seed?

She would find out later.

He pushed into her, thrusting and driving deep, shoving the dangling bedsheet out of the way of where they lay, not caring for her pleasure. He only needed his lust fulfilled, driving in hard and fast, spreading open her sex as he pounded into her again and again. His hard prick stretched her open and she cried out, though not even the bunny was sure anymore whether it was in pleasure or fear. Maybe a mix of both but that in itself proved to be an intoxicating concoction as he pounded her sex for all he was worth.

Antonio growled, sweating and heaving over her, his young, lithe body fit and ready to go, muscles bunching, though her large, soft feet and the taste of her painting his muzzle made it hard for him to hold back even then. Again, he had to fuck her, to thrust, taking his due rights from her as a predator, her sex well-prepared, though he had not had to do that for her. Was it rape or not when his prey cried out for him like that? Truth be told, neither of them knew.

He hammered her pussy, one hand on her breasts, squeezing and groping, playing with her as he would a toy that he was going to throw away later. There was nothing gentle about his thrusts as he panted harder and more heavily than ever, reaching for his high with greedy need. And neither was there anything to stop him as he howled out his orgasm, thrusting and grinding, pounding deep, taking his needs from her even as he spilt a load of hot cum into her bare pussy with nothing to separate his cock from her cunt.

They laid there quietly, panting in the aftermath of his orgasm, though it took a long time, seemingly, for his cock to soften and the trickle of cum after the initial spurts to ease. Without a word, Antonio allowed his cock to slide out, arms moving around her, picking up the smaller bunny with ease. He was surprisingly gentle as he transferred her to the bed, but his ulterior motives were still to be seen as he turned the lamp on, letting her see him as he was, finally.

The light of the moon had not been enough to show his dark brown, almost black, hair, how it was mussed up after fucking her, a smirk tugging his lips up on just the one side. The bunny swallowed hard, looking him over, though he was only doing the same to her.

"Oh..." She licked her lips, moistening them where they had tried. "You're...kind of hot. More so than I'd've thought..."

"Do you think foxes are ugly?"

He laughed but she still quailed, the fox laying down beside her, stretching out quite comfortably as if he lay down there every night. The bunny pulled the sheets up to her neck but was mostly uncovered, covering only a breast and part of her stomach and thigh, helpless even in trying to preserve what modesty she might have had left. Cum trickled from her pussy, pleasantly sore and squeezing her thighs together as if she thought that would hide it.

"Why did you come here?"

Antonio shot her a lazy look, not even bothering to turn his head.

"To eat. And I've eaten. Isn't that enough?"

She shivered. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was a good thing that she wasn't very good at saying "no".

"Yes... But who are you? What do you want?"

"Antonio. And you?"

"Abigail."

He smiled, tongue fluttering up against his teeth as he panted lightly. Abigail shivered. To see teeth like that up close... And to think that they had been up against her neck.

"You know, you have really blue eyes."

Abigail blinked. That had been the last thing that she had expected from the fox.

"Well, they go with blonde hair, don't they? Genes..."

Antonio's eyes glittered.

"I wondered if the gene...will be passed on."

Abigail swallowed hard, something that she had not felt in many years fluttering in her chest. That was strange, very strange, but she did not linger on it for too long.

"What..." She had to gulp, forcing the words out. "You said my feet...were yours, didn't you? I thought you were going to eat me. What would you have done with my feet, if you'd gotten them?"

The fox laughed quietly, his head shaking a little bit.

"You're right, I already have your feet... Your cute little feet. But I'll keep them home with me now, on the farm. Even with the bunny that's attached to them. That's alright with you too, isn't it, little white one?"

The bunny shivered. A farm?

"Where is that? Why do you live on a farm?"

"It's where my grandfather used to live, twenty minutes from here if you walk straight through the forest. He used to keep chickens."

Antonio smiled, softening with the hint of his memories. There was something there that made him want to talk more, though the loneliness pulling at the pit of his stomach was still difficult to ignore.

"My family moved on from there and grandfather left it to my father, though he already has a house and a home so I don't think he wanted to live there himself. It's good for me to have somewhere but I remember it being so full of life, always something happening, always having someone around... It's strange to be back there all on my own, not seeing it as it used to be."

He sighed lightly and, without thinking, Abigail stroked his head, comforting him, scratching the fox lightly behind his ear. Was he really so big and scary after all when he talked so fondly of times gone by?

"I'm sure it was a lovely place. Bunnies most often have large families too."

He laughed at that.

"Yeah, I've heard that... Thought I'd find you here with lots of little bunnies running around. I'm glad it was just you though or else I may have been distracted."

He smirked, running his tongue across his teeth in an obvious hint, though Abigail's squeal was mock-fear rather than actual fear. She batted his hand away as he stroked her neck as if imagining sinking his teeth into there, but she knew by that time that there was no real harm in the fox. At least, beyond taking innocent bunnies roughly and harshly when they were least expecting it. Though that was something very much that she didn't mind, stirring up strange desire in the pit of her stomach.

They talked, quietly and softly. It was almost kind of nice, even though she shrank back from the predator who should never have entered her home. It was wrong and kind of funny too that he was the owner of a chicken farm and she teased him for that without even thinking about it, their conversation flitting back and forth quite naturally between them.

"What's so funny about that?"

"But don't you eat all of your stock?"

Antonio chuckled. It had been a long time since he had found a femfur who was quick of wit. It was refreshing.

"You know, I have two daughters too. I don't know if I'm glad or not that they're not here tonight."

"Why, do you think I would have eaten them too?"

He laughed, even though the kind of eating that he'd been going for was hardly consensual. Truth be told, even afterwards, Abigail did not know what kind of sex she could have counted it as, part of her leaning into him, confused by the whole ordeal.

"No... I only eat wild bunnies when I'm hungry."

He eyed her up, licking his lips, running his tongue over the dark edging of them as she shivered. As much as a big part of her wanted to trust him, another part accepting her fate, Abigail hardly knew what fate that was to be in any way. But it sent a tremor of strange excitement through her too, ears quivering and standing up straight and tall, to attention.

Antonio's attention drifted. Daughters... Hm, those would be lovely too, to meet and other things. They reminded him of those that he had known when he was younger, still seeing his cousins as young foxes running around, always up to mischief. Although they'd mellowed some when they'd grown older, it was having families of their own that had stripped that mischief from them in lieu of keeping their dens in order.

"Yes... It's strange but good to be back here," he continued, taking her hand and running his thumb over the backs of her fingers and knuckles. "It's not as if I got my bachelor's degree, after all, in farming. But life takes you to where you're meant to be in strange ways sometimes. That's what grandpa always used to say, anyway."

Abigail's nose twitched.

"A bachelor's degree? How old are you?"

"Twenty-six. You?"

Abigail blushed and combe back her ears with her fingers.

"Thirty-six... Oh, my, you're such a young fox."

He only laughed at that though, startling her yet again with another flash of his so very white teeth.

"Young! I don't feel it anymore but maybe that's our modern world for you. Maybe that's why I came back to my roots, even if it is lonely out there on my own."

"Is that why you came looking for company? Why, you're only a little older than my daughters..."

"They sound lovely," he said in a voice as smooth as silk. "If they are anything at all like you, they must be beauties..."

Abigail blushed, the insides of her ears turning pink.

"Oh... Oh my... That's oddly sweet of you."

Of course, Antonio had to break the moment, pulling her in against him with a squeak, her starkly shockingly blue eyes going wide.

"But your daughters... Oh, they must be lovely, so very lovely. I could show them just what a fox could do for them."

Abigail could not have said just why that sounded good to her too, though it was not as if sex was all that taboo in their society. Bunnies did it practically all the time anyway, humping and bumping, just the reason why she'd gotten into so much trouble in her younger days. It had been her that had pushed back against it and she squirmed against the fox as she pressed her thighs together, juices flowing freely, her body betraying just what she really felt about that.

"Maybe they could have used a tongue like yours between their thighs... Angelica and Alice."

Abigail nipped at her lower lip, nose wrinkling, whiskers quivering. There was no hiding the scent of her growing arousal, the eyes of a predator firmly fixed on her.

"They're twins though, with their father's black spots, not pure white like me. I thought I wouldn't be disturbed living out here alone, well, after everything. And Angelica is visiting soon too... It'll be nice to see her."

Abigail swallowed hard, a lump blocking her throat that she had not expected.

"You know... I'm kind of jealous about you getting your bachelor's degree. But what was it in? You didn't tell me that?"

"Mathematics, but do you mean to say that you didn't go to a college?"

Abigail sighed, looking down. That was a sore spot that she hadn't expected to bring up that day.

"No... Well, yes. I started but I didn't finish later on. I was too young when I had the girls, my two little bunnies. I had to drop out of school to look after my bunnies, though I know it was my own fault. The others who fathered them didn't exactly stick around and I wasn't going to let anything bad happen to them. So, I had to provide."

She smiled a little sadly.

"Friends and family supported me, but, well... You should know that raising a family along is difficult. There was only so much they could do, though I'm lucky no one asked me to give them up. I don't think I could have handled that. And I wouldn't change anything now for my daughters."

Antonio shook his head sadly.

"There are some resources now to help with that, but probably not enough. Oh... Oh, I'm sorry that happened to you."

He stroked her cheek lightly, hand curled so the backs of his fingers brushed her cheek. Without thinking, Abigail pushed into it, her brow furrowing. There was still one thing that had not been addressed, a tangent from the days when she had found herself simply unable to say no. that was just how she'd ended up with her legs spread so wide...

She eyed him up, muzzle wrinkling faintly as her whiskers quivered. There was one thing that had not yet been addressed, even if it had worked out better than expected for her.

"If you just wanted sex...you could have asked. You know, it's not so much of a weird thing. You knew I was here, clearly, so why didn't you knock?"

Antonio raised an eyebrow.

"And you would have said yes? I would have found that hard to believe."

Abigail blushed, half-turning away, her grip on the sheets clutched half to her chest loosening. The sheets had left a barrier between her and the fox but his musky, thick scent clung to those sheets. Even in that, there was no escaping him.

"Well... I was quite promiscuous when I was younger, I think that's what they say. It's hard to say no when there are so many guys that want you. Oh, you wouldn't understand, not a fox, not a tod fox. It's different for does, when there are so many eyes on you. And it feels so good to be under someone... That's how I ended up out here. It's easier not to say "yes" to other furs when I'm alone and there's no one."

Sighing, Abigail met his eyes with her own, though there was something defiant in them that raised Antonio's curiosity.

"Then you came along."

The fox pondered that. What an odd bunny.

"So...you can't say "no", huh? What about cuffing yourself to the bedpost then for me? Would you do that?"

Her eyes dropped to his shaft, lying half-hard against his thigh. Her bunny tail twitched with barely hidden mischief.

"Maybe..."

Lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders (it had been good to be fucked, after all), she rummaged into the bedside table drawers until she found a fluffy pair of pink handcuffs to satisfy his request. Antonio's eyes shot wide as she did what he asked, though she could only get one cuffed, the free one stretched out down her body as if she was offering herself to him.

"What are you going to do to me now, big bad fox..."

She fluttered her eyelashes, beckoning him in, though her heart lifted, beating quicker and quicker. His shaft thickened up again but she did not get a chance to admire the length of it as he moved over her, pulling her legs up knees pressed together, her feet in the same position as if she was drawing them up closer to her chest for him.

Antonio was hardly a fox to miss out on such an opportunity.

"Give me your feet then," he said with a fox-ish grin. "How are you with tickling? Eating your feet? Those were so sensitive the first time..."

Abigail shivered.

"Try it..."

He got her to lift her feet for him, her toes wiggling.

"Mmm, move them for me, wave them about, wiggle your toes more...even kick."

He wanted to see all that she could do as she moaned, lying back, her free arm flung out over the pillow, breasts shuddering with breath that did not ease the tension in her lungs.

"Oh... Oh, you're a bad Zorro, fox, a very bad Zorro, yes..."

He pressed his pointy nose into her soles, sniffing them, worshipping them softly. It was better like that, able to take his time kissing over the top, the arch of her foot, easing down as he nibbled and lapped in equal turn.

He rubbed her feet, fingers easing over, the bunny pointing her toes straight up sensually, the flex of her foot calling the eye, before lowering it again, allowing her sole to meet the kiss of his suddenly reverent lips.

"Ohhh..."

There was no part of her feet that he left untouched, spreading her toes with his fingers wiggling between them, claws tickling as he held her there. Starting light, it was not that ticklish to start with, letting her respond as she willed, his ask of her to "fight" back playfully not all that difficult for her to obey the whim of as sensations built and built. Whimpering, she held her feet up for him, trembling in place.

There was a big part of her that wanted it too, gigging and jerking away, acting as if she was going yank her feet out of his grasp as her toes flexed and wriggled, all for his pleasure. It felt good to do that to him, grunting and panting as he tickled her feet. Oh, those claws were so sharp, so very sharp, giggles bursting unbidden from her lips, her jerking playfulness not as playful and joking as it had been when she'd started.

After all, Abigail could not stop her body from responding as she pulled and kicked, panting and twisting, wanting to please and yet reacting the way any body did. The fox held onto her, taking one foot at a time after pressing them both together the first time, tickling between her toes, licking them, flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly over her sole, the ball of her foot and even her largest toe. The squealing of the bunny cutting through her laughter was all that drove him on, his cock throbbing readily back to full hardness, panting and nuzzling over them.

"Mmm... Maybe a bad Zorro will just have to eat your feet, bunny, they're so...mmm...soft..."

He suckled on them, biting the heel, even acting as if he was going to try to take her whole foot into his maw, Abigail mock-squealing, though there was no fear left in her. Sure, she was a bit uncertain about having a predator there but the tingling attention over her feet had her wet and panting, even if her chest hurt from laughing at the ticklish sensations pulsing through her.

He eased up her legs, fingers sliding into her pussy, fingering her, though she was already soaked. It was still a ploy, her feet pressed to his muzzle as he lapped and licked, swirling his tongue around her toes, for they were the easiest to get to. Her folds seemed to pull at his fingers as she tightened around him, wanting him inside her, but they knew as their eyes met she was more than ready for him.

"Unnff..." Abigail heaved and twisted. "Ohhh, I can't..."

For the touch of his nose to her feet was enough as another orgasm ripped through her, setting her body trembling, arousal overcoming her. He'd never intended to get her off that time but it came naturally, the fox leaning into her, pounding and pumping with his digits, taking his cue from how hard she pushed back against him. The cuff kept her in place, even as she grabbed his wrist with her free hand, holding him there, wanting it all the more.

Only when she slumped in the aftermath did he move over her, letting her feet go for the moment. His cock may have softened a little but he was still more than ready to go as she showed him just why she had been so in demand in her earlier years, sucking him off, drawing his cock into the back of her mouth and gulping hard.

Antonio's eyes rolled back.

"Fuck..."

But the pleasure was there for him to take as her tongue played over his cock, swirling hungrily around the tip as she tasted him, taking any pre-cum that he had to give straight down her throat. Nothing went to waste when it came to the bunny and she moaned around his hot length as she took him deep, allowing him to thrust and grind, panting heavily as he eased towards another orgasm.

"Unff... Wow..."

Holding back was out of the question, however, as he filled her mouth with his spunk, grabbing the headboard and howling as she took a load of cum from him as if it was already hers. Abigail's eyes closed, focusing entirely on sucking down his cum, the spurts lost to her throat as she allowed it all to slide down where it belonged. She wasn't about to let any of it go to waste as her cheeks hollowed lightly around him, moaning and whimpering, wanting more, always more.

"Mmmph..."

He shook himself off, need fluttering, hips rocking while the final dribbles of cum eased into her mouth, a smile on her lips as Abigail relinquished his cock. He had to rest, kissing her throat, letting his teeth graze her fur, the bunny shivering and moaning.

"Oh no, don't eat me..."

Her eyes sparkled with glee.

"Rrrr, I'll eat you if I want, little bunny..."

And so he would, even if not in the conventional way of predator and prey, tickling her sides, his fingers dancing down the curves of her body, finding the spots that would make her twitch.

"Use your feet," he growled, pushing his cock between them for emphasis. "Give me a footjob, cute bunny..."

That did it for him, the feel of her soft soles sending his head spinning. It did not only get him hard but got him drooling too, though she was clumsy and unskilled in her application. She tried though, flexing her feet around him and letting his trickling pre-cum soak into the fur of her feet, panting a little, her toes tickling his shaft. It throbbed, too sensitive after cumming such a short while ago, but he was hard and ready for her in but a moment, hips working and humping furiously so that he thrust between her feet.

He had to have her!

He uncuffed her without ceremony, taking her to the bathroom, bending her over the counter in front of the mirror so that she had to look at herself as his cock pounded into her bare, dripping pussy. Her cunt welcomed him in like the slut she was and she moaned out loud, climaxing immediately. Antonio howled. He'd never had a femfur like her before!

Still, he hammered furtively into her with short, sharp strokes, barely pulling out before shoving it back where it belonged again. Her body was his to claim, slamming, humping and grinding, spreading her pussy wide with every thrust, her body forced to accept him even if she was willing for it all, oh so very willing. The lewd sound of his cock ploughing into her filled the air, driving him on more roughly than ever.

"Mmm... You can get pregnant from this, you know," he growled in her ear, Abigail trembling against him. "Do you have any pills?"

Abigail moaned.

"Ah, yes..."

He did not care for that though as he fucked her harder and harder, slamming in, forcing her to open up around him, shoving her forward towards the mirror so that she was forced to watch. And so it was that she took his cock bare into her, spilling a third load of hot cum into her cunt while a predator bred her, yet again, need cutting through all else.

His cock slipped from her when he was done, soft and resting. The bunny's head hung but the fox was not yet done.

"Abigail."

She shivered. It was the first time he'd used her name. Antonio licked his lips.

"Take your contraceptive pills. Flush them."

She baulked.

"What?"

"You heard me."

She could have said no, but he was testing her and Abigail could not have said just why she did it. The plastic packet was the last in the box and she dropped every last one into the toilet hitting the handle before she could change her mind. Antonio's eyebrows shot up, tongue lolling out briefly, her lips parted, staring down at the pills as they swirled...and disappeared.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it." Antonio tilted his head, eyes alight. "Now... You'll have to keep the child too. My child."

She inhaled minutely, lips parted for that breathy gasp.

"Yes..."

There should have been more hesitation there but she knew she would love them all the same, even if they came out looking like foxes not bunnies. Inter-species relationships, of course, could result in offspring of either species, betraying her kinky desire.

"Little bunnies..." She breathed, eyes alight. "Oh... But I'm a purebred. Are you...?"

Antonio shook his head.

"No... My genes are recessive, so it'll be little bunnies, Abigail, little ones running around the farm," he growled, running his fingers back through his hair. "Predator genes are always recessive... That's a shame though that I can't have a little fox too, unless you do a little something more for me. You'll just have to help me with your daughters instead to make sure there's some little foxes running around."

Abigail swallowed hard, the fox pressing up behind her as he took her back to the bedroom. Could she say "no"? What if she didn't want to?

"Yes..." It helped if she did not think too much about what she was saying. "I'll help you... Oh, they'll love you..."

Not true love, of course, but close enough.

"You'll be working full-time as a father, Antonio - can you handle that? Can you handle looking after a horde of little bunnies, fucking me and breeding me so that we can have a big family together?"

It was a wild guess, a dream she'd never dared to have, but something in the way that the fox clutched her to him told her that it was a dream that, for once, she could lean into. There was something there, something that would have to be more deeply explored, her breath catching in her throat.

"Fatherhood... Abigail, do you really think that intimidates me? Maybe that's what I've been angling for all along."

She shivered.

"Yes... Maybe? Really?"

He held her tight, muzzle tucked down alongside hers.

"There are some things that just make a fox feel complete."

Oh...

Antonio, however, had a wicked grin on his muzzle when they separated again, the embrace not something that could quite be considered a hug. The bed beckoned, desire heightening, twisting and tangling between them, his cream still lingering on her pussy, the folds of her sex parted lightly as if even her body was begging for more.

"Four orgasms for you and only three for me... Fair is fair."

The predator's eyes gleamed as he pushed her face-down on the bed, her buttocks raised, but that was play that Abigail was more familiar with as his paw came down on her backside. She squealed as he spanked her, his "little bunny", but it reddened her arse in just the right way as his shaft pushed through her folds, collecting her juices on his length.

"I'll take care of you all," he grunted, though the bunny squealed as he penetrated her backdoor entrance instead, pushing into her anal ring. "A farm... Everyone... All my children. You'll be...ah...provided for."

Not the dirtiest talk considering the moment, but it made her heart surge. Maybe he was not such a bad fox, after all, but the fox that she might well have been waiting for all the time. Maybe he'd been meant to find her as he thrust and ground, her backside opening around him, though she was tighter there than her pussy that knew better how to stretch around a deeply loving partner.

"Who's my little bunny? Hm?"

He grunted, spanking her cute, white butt all over again, Abigail squealing.

"I am!"

He spanked her again, her arse tightening wonderfully around his cock.

"Louder!"

"Ah-ah - I am!"

Again and again, he forced her to squeal as he spanked her lovely butt, swapping cheeks, reddening the fur beneath her white coat. It could be seen too even as it grew darker, her fur not enough to hide the true state of her lust, arse so hot and tight around him. His cock ploughed deep as he manhandled and pulled on her ears, snarling like a feral even as he bore her down into the bed, slamming into her repeatedly.

"Yes... Yes, you are!"

His, all his! His eyes blazed, tongue lolling out, passion heating up, blazing through. Abigail was all that he needed, the grind of his cock ploughing deeper than ever into her, her arse a tight hole to pound at the best of times. She was not as giving there and he had to put more force into his thrusts, the slap of his hips on her arse rising to fill the entire room.

"Mmmph... Yes... Oh... Yes!"

Abigail's cries drove him on, handling her roughly, snarling and growling as he drove into her, on the edge of climax, needing his own to make things even again, even if those were his own words, between them. The bunny's tits begged his attention as his paws landed greedily on them, groping and squeezing, Antonio hissing and grunting, teetering on the edge of a climax that threatened to overwhelm even him at the best of times.

Again and again, he thrust into her bare backside, deeply spending his load as his arms wrapped around her, her buttocks still raised as he pushed over her back. His hands clutched at her breasts as he filled her arse, thinking of the daughters that he would take too, Abigail's offspring, breeding two generations of her family.

Then, he would have what he'd always wanted.

They drifted, easing down into a more comfortable position on the bed, his cock buried deep in her arse still, spurting, the lightest, final spurts filling her. She was content in the moment, however, warm and safe, knowing in some, strange way, that she was protected where she was. When had she last felt that quiet and calm?

"Soon..." He breathed, breath tickling her ears softly. "I'll have your daughters too."

She shivered, her backside tightening just a little around his cock, even as he finally softened. The funny thing was that Abigail didn't mind that either. She didn't mind her sexy Zorro taking her daughters too.

As long as he still had time for her...