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Written by Choice Cuts Deli

February 2023 | 8403 Words

Crisp and still silence, punctuated only by a gentle whisper of brisk winter wind, filled the snowy meadow with its haunting, tranquil calm. From the scrubby edge of the tree-line, one could see for miles around; down the flowing, snow-covered pasture land, over the distant snowmobile trail and babbling brook, and ultimately to the point where the earth once again heaved upwards into majestic, granite mountains, snowcapped peaks scratching through wispy clouds that formed in their shadow. Its beauty seemed almost otherworldly. Yet the overwhelming size of the snow-swept tundra obscured many surprises for those who had patience, and a keen, observant eye.

The slightest rustle of branches was practically imperceptible, nearly covered by a gust of wind that blew over the meadows. Yet the sound came backed with a soft rustle as dormant and leafless twigs scraped on supple fur. Carefully padding to the meadow's edge, wisely using his heavy, snowshoe hare paws to bend back the scrubby forest brush, Sage found himself transfixed by nature's beauty as he stared off into the endless expanse, his breath fogging up in the cold breeze. The world was peaceful, and no matter how small he felt, the lanky hare was acutely aware that he was part of it.

Kneeling down in the snow, Sage sighed softly to himself as he slipped the simple day-pack off his back. Setting the white, dyed-leather backpack into the snow, the hare could feel one of his long, lop ears twitch as he reached down to remove the clasp. Pausing to run his paw through his headfur, the lithe jackrabbit nearly brushed off the sensation, only to pause his movement when he realized that little itch was an instinctual warning. Straightening up, Sage nervously scanned his surroundings, the snowshoe hare acutely aware that his unique coat put him at a severe disadvantage in the stark white terrain. While most winter rabbits were white as driven snow, Sage had unluckily inherited a brilliant coat of auburn and tawny grey that wrapped around his chest and back like a permanent vest. It might have been lovely for small talk when schmoozing a potential date at the local bar, but in the depths of the wilderness, Sage knew it meant he was easily identifiable.

Whiskers twitching with anxious worry, the hare's wide eyes browsed his surroundings cautiously, occasionally jerking his head one way or another in the hopes that he might catch some unnatural movement through the snow or tree line. But after several tense seconds, his thighs coiled like springs, the bunny heaved a soft sigh of relief as he turned his attention once more to his backpack. Spreading open the top, Sage dipped his broad, fluffy-furred paw into the bag, churning up his hiking stash as he searched about for something specific. A set of clothes, long since removed once he started to sweat under his fur, a map of the local hiking trails, spare water, a few survival tools. At last, buried deep at the bottom of his pack, he found what he was looking for.

Pulling out a plastic-wrapped Tupperware container, Sage smiled as he set his treasure onto his kneeling lap, calmly unwrapping his lunch as he stared off down the snowy meadows. Once free from its cling film, the rabbit paused to smile at the little orange post-it note that lay atop the plastic container. Lunch for Bunnies <3 it read in thick sharpie, with a smaller note scribbled in ballpoint pen underneath. Don't eat the forest leaves, sweetheart. A smirk rolled over the rabbit's stubby little muzzle as he carefully tucked away the personal note in his rucksack, his stomach growling as the need for food finally began to outweigh his desire to continue hiking.

But just as Sage popped the top on his Tupperware, the succulent leaves of a tasty salad puffing up even before he set aside the lid, the same strange rustle caught his twitchy ear once again. Wriggling his muzzle in frustration, the snowshoe hair glanced about his surroundings, scrutinizing every bush and branch along the forest's edge. As the breeze quieted down once more, Sage furrowed his brow as calm overtook the meadow once more. Despite his hunger pangs, the hare was still unconvinced that the unnatural scratching noise was a trick of the mind. Unfortunately for him, he was right to be concerned.

A sharp snap echoed through the meadow, the sound of a splintered twig causing Sage to blink in startled confusion. Something was nearby. Worse, the crunch of wood he'd heard was underscored by a second noise, not unlike claws scratching at tree bark. The sudden realization he was not alone sent a shiver down Sage's spine. Perking himself up on his knees to eke out a little more height, the hare felt his breathing quicken as he tried to spot the interloper before it spotted him. All the while, Sage kept a broad paw planted atop his lunch, trying to keep the lovingly packed leaves from scattering across the snow-covered ground. His broad ears on a swivel in the vain hope he could triangulate its source, the tender bunny tried to soothe himself out of his own fight-or-flight reaction. Head swimming with the sound of his own heart pounding in his chest, Sage anxiously waited, hoping against hope that whatever it was, it was friendly.

"Well, well..." A soft, sultry voice fell like powdered snow upon the lanky rabbit's ears. Heart leaping into his throat, Sage shuddered as he tilted his stubby muzzle upwards, draping his floppy lops down his back as he gazed up into the treetops. "So nice of you to bring a side dish, handsome," a striking, white-furred lynx hissed through her squat muzzle, enunciating just enough to flash her sharp eye teeth every other word. Somehow, the big cat had escaped detection long enough to perch herself on a thick branch about ten feet above the snowshoe hare's head. She clearly knew what she was doing, having no trouble outsmarting the hapless hiker. By now, it was far too late for him to run; she was in pouncing distance of her fear-stricken prey.

Sage felt a lump fill his throat, a jam that kept him from squeaking out in surprise. Letting his mouth fall agape, the wide-eyed hare stared breathlessly as his stalker eyed him up and down, a look of horror plastered on his stubby muzzle as he tried to collect himself. "I- I- I was- j- just-" the snowshoe hair stammered out sheepishly, his hefty haunches coiled tight as his brain ticked over in panic. Slowly closing his muzzle, the snowshoe hare's eyes began to dart left and right, vainly trying to weigh his options. Not that any of them were good.

"You were just what, cutie? " the lynx prodded, her voice taking on a vicious edge that halted Sage's fidgeting. Despite being in the middle of nowhere, she seemed to be in great shape, the squat feline calmly splaying herself out upon the thick pine branch, proudly confident in her climbing ability. Laying her muzzle down upon her hefty forepaws, the big cat cocked her head slightly, narrow, golden pupils drinking in the rabbit's form. "Cold?" she asked with a smirk, sensing the minute vibrations from his shivering body. "Maybe I should come down there? Help warm you up a little."

"N- No! " Sage gasped, raising both paws and waving them in front of him as he watched the lynx slowly rise to all fours once more, bowing her head and arching her back in a deep, satisfying stretch. "I- I should be- I'm just out for a little hike," he stuttered, buck teeth clacking softly as he spoke. "I'm s- staying in the cabin ou-" Sage nearly slapped himself as his autonomous brain accidentally tried to bargain away his vacation spot to a total stranger. A ravenous, predatory stranger. Trying to walk himself back, Sage managed to put his foot in his mouth as he whined, "I'm not- I'm not food... I- If that's what you're thinking..."

A plume of powdery snow erupted inches from Sage's kneeling form as the lynx pounced down to the forest floor, sending gentle flakes fluttering upon the hare's stubby muzzle and twitching whiskers. As the flurrying wake subsided, the rabbit got his first good look at the graceful feline stalking his private hike. She was gorgeous; her stark white fur was dusted with shimmering snowflakes that muted her mottled black and grey spots under their prismatic twinkle. Despite being slightly shorter than the hapless hiker, especially once his towering ears were factored in, it was clear that she easily outmatched him in muscle and raw power. Shaking off the chill from her puffy winter coat, the hefty feline calmly dropped back down to all fours, putting herself on eye level with her kneeling prey. With the same methodical approach that a housecat might use to torment a mouse, the lynx began a slow circuit around the paralyzed rabbit's body, rubbing herself against his fluffy body with mockingly sweet affection.

"Oh? What's that, sweetie? You're not food? " the lynx crooned, her tone dripping with patronizing candor as she spoke. A rich purr rumbled in her chest as she circumambulated his body, curling around the rabbit's side and back. Wiggling her perky nub tail just within the lapine's view, the big cat lowered her tone as she spoke. "You're not for eating? Ravaging? Rending deep with tooth and claw?" she quizzed bluntly. Cradling her muzzle in the crook of Sage's neck, the lynx wrapped her purring form tightly about his body like a living pillow. "I don't think you get a choice in the matter," she added with a chirp, playfully bumping her forehead against Sage's cheek.

The lynx's calm, matter of fact comment sent a jolt down the snowshoe hare's spine, his heart leaping as he drew a short, sharp breath to stave off his panic. But instead of crisp, mountain air, Sage felt his eyes lid as a rich, earthy scent flood his nostrils. It was intoxicating; somewhere between a fine perfume and an afternoon walk through a sunny forest. Exhaling a confused groan, Sage's burgeoning infatuation faded away, leaving a raw pit in his stomach as he realized what that scent really was. The playful nuzzle against his cheek had left him smeared with the feline's pheromones, a little extra insurance policy in case her future meal tried to escape.

"Mmmm..." the lynx purred, licking her chops as she coiled about the rabbit's body. "It looks like you agree, my little coney snack," the feline whispered softly calmly running her paw from the crook of Sage's thigh, down to the edge of his groin, tracing the circumference of his thick haunch until her fluffy paw ever so gently tickled the snowshoe hare's fuzzy sheath, coaxing out his burgeoning arousal.

"I- I-" Sage stammered, shivering as he closed his eyes in a vain attempt to escape the intoxicating scent that welled up in his nose. It did nothing to stop his cheeks from reddening in embarrassment as his stiffening shaft began to peek out into the winter chill. "Pease, don't e- eat me, ma'am," was all the snowshoe hair could muster, his paws shyly clamping down on his groin in a vain attempt to preserve what little modesty he had left.

"It excites you, doesn't it?" the lynx mused aloud, her purring voice betraying her growing excitement as she realized her prey was helpless to stop the throbbing arousal from spilling out into the open. "You want to be hunted, don't you? You ARE a rare catch..." she rumbled, before slowly slipping back around to the kneeling rabbit's front and standing to her hind legs. Planting her hefty paws upon her hips, the lynx mulled over the pitiful sight before her, the paralyzed hare's cheeks ruddy with embarrassment as he stared up at his captor. "I'll be kind. But only because you're so cute... For a snack. I'll give you one final request, and a 30 second head start."

Sage blinked as the gravity of his situation struck like a ton of bricks. His hesitant pause gave way to a sudden flood of anxious chatter. Nervous, incoherent stammers escaped the bunny's stubby mouth, punctuated by sheepish purses of his muzzle as he overthought every plea racing through his mind. Swallowing a sharp breath to try and calm his nerves, Sage decided to hedge his bets with the gracious gift the lynx gave him.

"P- please don't eat me?" he begged, hoping against hope that his request would be granted.

"Ah-ah, you're not getting off that easily," the lynx chuckled, her eyes narrowing as she sternly purred, "Try again."

"I- I don't even know who you are?!" Sage gasped in fevered desperation, his eyes darting left and right like a cornered animal.

"Me?" The lynx smirked as she cocked her head slighly, "My name is Tash," she said, flashing her teeth as she spoke. "But, I expect you to call me Huntress, or Ma'am." Tash's bemused smirk broadened to a wicked grin as she drummed her right paw upon her hip, the gentle pressure forcing each razor sharp claw to slip free from her pawtips. "Understand, cutie?"

"I- I... Y- Yes Ma'am," Sage muttered, humbly eating his words. Letting his long lop ears drape down his shoulders, the snowshoe hare nervously turned his eyes down between his thighs, cursing the way his body betrayed him, "O- Oh gosh..." Sheepishly bringing his gaze to meet the striking gold irises of his huntress, Sage huffed as he whispered, "C- Could you at least g- give me one last..."

Even if Sage could not bring himself to say it, the rabbit's intentions were clear. "Oh sweetheart," Tash managed to say before she caught herself breaking into an amused little giggle. Stifling it with the back of her wrist, the big cat took a step closer to her prey, kicking up a drift of snow against the rabbit's knees. "I'm going to use every last bite. From tip to tail and especially what's in between." Wide eyed, Sage could only will himself to give a slack-jawed nod, heart pounding in his chest as the lynx added, "You might want to start running now."

"I- I should," Sage whined, unconsciously pointing a paw off towards the open field, "I should s- start- ru-"

"Six..." Tash purred, "Five... Four..." A flurry of snow burst from the tree line. Prismatic flakes danced in the air, wafting over the open meadow, the tiny crystals kicked aloft by the thick paws of a terrified rabbit. Despite being comfortable walking erect, the twitchy little bunny found it easier to wade through the virgin snow on all fours, using his forepaws and hind limbs to propel him through the shin-deep drifts that covered the sun-swept field. In his haste, Sage had left everything behind at his huntress's feet, including his white leather rucksack and a scattering of spring greens that would have been his lunch. Shaking her head, Tash chuckled as she reached for the discarded backpack. "Good thing he's so cute," she sighed, slinging the strap over her shoulder before bounding off in close pursuit.

Heart pounding in his chest, Sage gasped and heaved with each leaping hop he took, tiny ice crystals irritating his throat and button nose as the heavy exertion quickly caught up to him. He might have been an active hiker, but nothing could have prepared him for the terror-fueled sprint he was forced to endure. Cursing his decision to bolt out into the wide-open meadow, the snowshoe hare's eyes darted this way and that as he tried to figure out a plan that might afford him some sort of advantage over his slinky huntress.

Head towards the river? No, he could not risk falling through the ice. Maybe weave through that pasture fence he passed on his way out? That would mean skirting around his pursuer and doubling back over his own tracks. It was then that something odd caught his eye off to the right. Sage had originally thought the scrubby outcropping was part of the distant tree line, but the optical illusion quickly faded as he got closer. A large, likely abandoned, farmer's cart rested at the edge of an acre or two of trees and dense scrub brush. Maybe if he was careful, he could use the tangle of brambles and thicket to gain a little distance on his huntress?

A snarling hiss echoed through the crisp winter air, sending shivers down the rabbit's spine. He could hear Tash's heavy, feline paws plowing through the snow, her sleek body homed in on his bobbing cotton tail and tight, fuzzy bunny balls like a ravenous beast. Just as his chest began to burn from over-exertion, the desperate rabbit finally grasped a paw onto one of the sides of the wooden farm cart. It was much taller than he expected, and the rotted axels creaked and groaned under his weight, but somehow Sage managed to vault himself up and over the side, disappearing from the lynx's view as he scurried into the undergrowth.

"I- I can't... I..." Sage huffed to himself as he stumbled through the dark tangle of vegetation, biting his tongue to keep from making too much noise. The last of his stamina was quickly sapped as he wriggled his body through the dense brambles, leaving the rabbit sputtering and exhausted. With what little strength he had left, Sage crawled along until he came across a cozy little clearing, a makeshift warren in the shade of a heavy pine tree he could hide away in while caught his breath. Propping himself as far out of sight as possible, Sage leaned back against the tree trunk, hoping he could make himself small and scarce. As the pallor of breathlessness made way to a ruddy hue under his cheeks, the snowshoe hare tilted his head back until he found himself staring at a broad X carved into the bark of the pine tree. It was fresh, at most a day or two old, still leaking sap from the edges of the shallow knife marks. Puzzling over the strange sigil, he completely neglected the sound of fur rustling through snow until it was far too late.

The glint of polished teeth barely gave Sage enough time to gasp before the copse went hazy, a horrid snarl ringing in his ears as he choked on his feeble cry for help. Blood pounding in his ears, the snowshoe hare was grateful that he barely felt the deadly tag of heavy incisors pressing sharply into his throat. It was over. Quick and painless. Snapped up in the prime of his life, just a snack for a talented tundra huntress.

The only problem was that Sage could still feel everything. Not the pain and the horror of his certain death. But he was keenly aware of his eyes rolling back in his head. Of his head and shoulders slamming backwards into the rough tree bark. Of the shivering gasp that escaped his muzzle in the throes of his 'last seconds.' And of the sudden throb between his thighs as a distinctly feline paw clenched around his shaft.

"You're quite the workout, handsome," Tash whispered softly, her razor-sharp teeth tickling along her prey's throat. The big cat was precise with her strike, but at the last second, she eased off her deadly bite. Instead of incisors, Sage felt the feline's rough tongue licking along his exposed throat. "Ohhh, you taste so good," the proud huntress murmured to herself.

"P- plea-" Sage wheezed, his goggled eyes staring down the length of the lynx's sleek body. Gathering his bearings, the hare shuddered as he watched his huntress using her right paw to slowly stroke his shaft from base to head, raking her claws along his hefty lapine length.

"Please what, meat?" Tash purred, edging her smirking face back into his field of view. "Please toy with you?" Sage snorted out his stubby muzzle, his disoriented body trying to sit upright only to be slammed back down as his captor pressed her left paw to his chest, pressing him flat to the snowy ground. "Please make you beg? Please make you moan?" She asked aloud, a deep rumble in her chest as she dragged her claws through the hare's soft chest fur.

"P- Plea-" Sage's pleading gasp, driven by the steady strokes upon his cock, kinked up an octave as Tash's claws furrowed through his chest fur. Adding just a little pressure, the lynx's claws cleaved thin, crimson lines into the bunny's skin, coaxing out a panicked cry from her prey. "A- Ahhh! N- N- No, no, no plea-ahhhhh...!" Twitching spasms gave way to writhing, full-bodied kicks as Sage curled his knees one after another, lashing out and plowing up snow in a panic. Tash had no trouble keeping control as she clawed from the middle of his chest down to the side of his midriff. Sharp as a razor, each thin scratch took a moment to register with Sage's adrenaline-addled mind, the shallow marks blossoming to bright, swollen gashes, easily visible through his heavy winter pelt.

"Such a beautiful body," Tash coaxed, returning her paw to Sage's chest and tracing one of the raised lines with her fluffy pawtip. "I've always loved rabbits," she added, her voice taking on a soft, dreamy quality as Sage's pounding chest and heavy breathing jostled her paw. All the while, her opposite paw remained tight upon on the hare's throbbing shaft, coaxing his pounding arousal with a sensual, ceaseless stroke. "Such gorgeous, toned bodies," she mused, a low purr escaping her muzzle as she watched Sage lift his paw, his hefty incisors biting his lip as he wordlessly motioned to try and stop the relentless hand job. "Strong," Tash punctuated the word, shifting herself at his side to grip the rabbit's wrist. Pinning his arm above his head, the feline purred, directing the rest of the sentence right into his frightened eyes, "but soft. And vulnerable. Your kind have an unrelenting drive to be prey." Tash could not help but twist the knife, allowing her teasing paw to rest upon the tip of Sage's cock, the fluffy, pre-slick mitt polishing his cockhead with slow, deliberate circles. All the while, those dangerous claws tickled against his fluffy bunny balls, the clear threat to his manhood forcing an overwhelmed moan to escape his muzzle. "Mmmm... I'm going to take my time with you, coney," she hissed, licking her fangs with sensual abandon as she gave a firm squeeze to his shaft. "I think I'll start with this tender little morsel right here."

"A- ahhh n- no plea- M- Ma'am, d- don't... don't take my-" Sage stuttered, his eyes blinking in confusion as he felt the lynx's claws pinpricking his sack, his cross-wired brain causing him to gently buck his hips upwards until he could feel the needle-sharp pang course through his manhood.

"What was that, sweetie?" Tash teased, releasing the snowshoe hare's wrist. Planting her paw firmly on Sage's chest, the huntress calmly hummed to herself as she shuffled back down the length of his body, dragging her claws through his chest and belly fluff in a lazy back and forth motion. She could feel her prey's heart leap in his chest as he watched his captor furrow a second set of thin red lines through his flesh. The bright red claw marks lazily snaked across his body, disappearing under his auburn rib fur like tunnels bored through a mountain. Tash, for her part, was enamored with the reaction she got in return; the bunny could hardly contain himself, eyes rolling back in his head and footpaw twitching as she grazed over his waistline before turning her claws down his left thigh until her fluffy paw bumped into the critter's precious jewels.

"Y- You can't! P- Please... Please I don't want to lose my- my-" The words jammed up in Sage's throat, the helpless bunny's head awash in a euphoric mix of pleasure and pain.

"But they're so cute..." Tash cooed, fondling the fluffy little litter-makers between his thighs, her voice dripping with patronizing lust that complimented the saliva dripping from her muzzle. "Even if it's only a mouthful," she teased, curling her pawtips to grip the tight little sack between her digits and palm. "You're so drippy too." Glancing up to catch his gaze, Tash asked, "Are you always this needy, my tender little hasenpfeffer?" His head bobbing with each heavy, panting breath, Sage could barely bring himself to shake a quick no. "No? Does that mean you've been saaaaaaving yourself?" Tash could see the gears turning in her terrified prey's head, but when the answer was not forthcoming, she decided to tighten her hold, sinking her claws firmly into the rabbit's ball sack until he squeaked.

"A- Ahh! I- I was! I- I did! S- Save myself..." Sage yelped, a hot flush turning his cheeks ruddy in embarrassment at the pearl of precum that welled up on the tip of his throbbing shaft.

"There, was that so hard, sweetie?" Tash chuckled, using her palm to soothe her helpless captive's sack in return for his honesty. "That's a little surprising. You know what they say about rabbits, after all..." Kneading her captive's balls in her paw, a wicked grin curled across the lynx's face as she asked, "Does that mean you've not done your... heh, your 'duty to your species?' "

Sage's eyes bulged, a thin sheen of tears moistening them as the implications of her question sunk in. Sheepishly, the horrified rabbit shook his head again. "N- No," the hare whispered, his cheeks burning hot as the lynx stifled a laugh at his expense.

"Such a shame that you never got to mate," Tash hissed, licking her fangs as she contemplated the blueballed bunny's arousal. "You did ask to cum before my feast. How about this..." Trailing off, the lynx bent down at the hip, happily planting her rough tongue on the cleft of the rabbit's glans, lapping up the dribble of wind-chilled precum that drooled down the side of his shaft. "I want you to admit to me what you are," Tash whispered, gripping his cock around the base and turning the iron-stiff rod so she could tease her tongue against the savory little slit. "Aloud."

"Wh- What I-?"

"Don't play coy, bunny boy. You can't hide it," Tash crooned, pursing her muzzle to plant a parting kiss on his cockhead before slowly stroking the length of his saliva-slick shaft. "You dream of being meat."

"I- I- N- No please!" Sage gasped. "I- I'm no-a-ahhhhhnnn...!" The pleading words quickly devolved to a panicked squeak. Clearly dissatisfied with the response, the lynx had planted her paw back down upon the rabbit's tender balls, curling her digits until she felt the thin, sensitive flesh of his sack yield. The flesh down here was far shallower and even more sensitive than that of his chest. Tash could feel the way his balls tightened up in self-preservation as a fresh set of shallow scratches scored along the length of his tender manhood. "Oh go- oh gopfshhh..." Sage panted, his broad buck teeth dimpling his lip as he tried to hold back the flush of need welling up in his loins.

"I just want to hear it," Tash chided, releasing his balls from her grip, only to place both paws on either side of his tight little sack. "Admit to me that you were born to be prey," she crooned, dragging both fuzzy palms down the sides of his family jewels, her claws painting thin racing stripes in their wake. "And the pain stops."

"I- I- A- Ahhhh, please, I..." Clenching his eyes tight, Sage shuddered as the flood of endorphins clouded his mind. The rush of being captured, tortured, abused in the wild like an animal. It was too much for him to bear. His eyes blinking out of sync, the rabbit stammered out, "S- Sto- I'm mea- ahhhhnnn..."

"You're what, sweetie?" Tash said, removing all but one claw from her lover's sensitive sack, playfully using it to draw a little heart into the space just underneath his cock.

"I- I'm meat! I'm prey!" the rabbit forced out at last. Somewhat surprised he did not die on the spot due to his embarrassment, he stumbled through, "I- I wanted this! I need to- to- nnnngh... I need to be meat... I need to be meat for a gorgeous, hu- ohhhh fuuu... that's sharp... a- a gorgeous Huntress! My- My better... my predator... plea- YIIIIIE!"

The sudden yelp came with a heavy smack as Tash hauled off with her paw, a heavy, open palm slapping the rabbit hard upon the balls. Sage felt his stomach churn, the force causing the snowshoe hare to bolt upright at the waist before slowly sinking back down, his eyes rolling back in his head as the claw swipe finally registered with the lapine's overstretched nerve endings. The slow descent was aided by a firm paw planted upon his chest. Blinking through his disorientated torture, Sage shuddered as he felt Tash change positions, the lynx's slinky body overtaking him as she locked him down to the snowy ground.

"You're what?" she purred, twisting her paw to score a brilliant whorl of skin-deep cuts into the rabbit's chest. "You're MY prey, aren't you?" she snarled, slamming her opposite paw on his shoulder, letting the tips of her claws nip into his flesh.

"Y- YES! I'm Y- You- Your-!" Kicking his paws with feverish panic, Sage hurriedly sputtered, "I'm yours! M- Maul me, ruin me, please!" Sage's eyes lidded open just in time to lock upon the lynx's insatiable gaze, a twinge of regret boiling in his gut as he watched Tash's pupils constrict. By the time his heart beat again, a dozen lightning-quick strikes had raked his body, powerful claws falling upon tender, lapine flesh. Despite the deep chill surrounding him, the hare felt his body light up with pain, dozens of shallow strokes marring his flesh as the wild feline dove upon her prey. Every feeble attempt to escape was met with a firm shove to the ground, followed by yet another torturous rip. Drawing closer and closer with each batting slash, working her way up the battered body that splay out twitching beneath her, Tash finally resolved to finish her fun, and begin her meal. The last thing Sage would see was her salivating jaws opening wide, strands of drool hanging off the lynx's eye teeth before she delivered the mortal wound. Wrapping her jaws tight about the helpless rabbit's neck, Tash sunk her fangs firmly into his flesh. A twitch. A spasm. A second, harder chomp... the last thing that passed his muzzle was the word, "Yellow!"

By the time Sage had collected himself enough to understand where he was, the snowshoe hare was moved to a slightly different position, propped against the X-marked pine tree as his huntress sheepishly lapped against his neck. "Shhhh-Shhhh-Shhhh... hey, hey... relax hun, it's okay," she whispered, hoping to calm his overactive paws as they continued to kick and twitch with frantic abandon. "You're alright," she added, resting her head on his shoulder as she asked, "Too much, huh?"

"I- I... haaaaaaaahhhh..." Sage panted softly, licking his muzzle as he blinked through the pall of panic. "I wa- I was just... oh fuck... no, no, just..." Pursing his muzzle, the hare snorted through his snout as he tried to collect his thought. "I- I was worried you were getting a little high there... I- I gotta work on Monday and I do... don't want any marks... a- above the collar..." he admitted at last, the sheepish blush returning to his muzzle as he turned his goggle-eyed gaze down to stare at the crimson canvas that was his chest and belly. Despite her fervor as Tash laid into him, she was surprisingly careful in the way she mauled her meal-to-be; the rabbit's body was heavily clawed, but very few of the tender fissures actually bled. It was a far cry from the gorey death that he expected. But it felt no less real, and no less torturous.

"I'm sorry," Tash whispered, her voice slowly regaining her confidence as she started to understand why her lover tapped out. "I kinda got carried away there at the end." Gently draping her paw over the rabbit's belly, Tash showed just how tender she could be, calmly kneading her soft pawtips along the spots that were not previously ravaged. "Do you want to leave things here, honey bun? We can go back to the cabin for a bit and relax by the fire?"

"N- No!" Sage gasped, blushing as he clenched his muzzle tight, a little embarrassed that his moment of ecstasy came to such an abrupt halt. "N- No, not yet... Y- You were perfect... I just... I got a little spooked over... over things in my head is all." Swallowing softly, the snowshoe hare added, "I... I hope you were enjoying it too?"

"That's alright," Tash hushed, propping herself up on her idle paw so she could look her lover in the eye. "Trust me, you're amazing prey, sweetie." Detecting a touch of self-conscious trepidation in her lover's gaze, the lynx chuckled softly to herself. "I- I mean it!" Tash chirped, turning her head as a gentle blush rolled over her cheeks. "You really get into the headspace. Like, I've done it with elk stags twice your size who just lay there moaning like a foghorn until you get bored and tell them they're dead." The laughter that escaped the copse was loud enough to send a few wild birds fluttering. But more importantly, it brought the sheepish little rabbit back down to earth, at least enough that Tash felt comfortable to ask, "So, do you feel okay continuing, sweetie?

"I- I want to, yeah," Sage finally replied, even if the glowing smile plastered across his face melted to a tepid frown. "But uh, this spot's actually rockier under the snow than I thought it'd be..." he added with a grunt, wiggling his hips softly as he gave his limbs a stretch.

Settling up onto her knees, Tash chuckled as she reached over to Sage's discarded rucksack, rummaging inside to grab the laminated map. "You want to try another hunting spot? We marked out a few good ones. Ooooh, there's that nice snare trap spot a half-mile away. You want to try that?" Licking her chops, Tash gave her ravaged sweetheart a good look over, both soaking in his form, and making sure she did not need to apply any first aid to his wounds. "Oh, before we decide," she added, her paw still lingering in the white leather backpack as she dug around for something specific. "You should drink some water before we continue," Tash purred warmly, tossing Sage one of the heavy plastic bottles from the bottom of the pack. "And maybe have a granola bar... I didn't mean to disturb your lunch, but you were just TOO cute not to catch nibbling on your greens like a wild coney!"

"Comfy?" Tash cooed softly, offering her lover a gentle smile as she carefully teased a paw over Sage's ravaged chest. With nearly an hour passed since their last scene came to a pause, the rabbit's white-furred body practically glowed a brilliant red, his front inflamed from innumerable claw marks that snaked from his shoulders to his thighs. Despite the sting of his fresh wounds, Sage's muzzle was curled in a very happy grin as he offered a gentle nod of assent. "Good. The cuff's not too tight either?"

Tracing her paw up to his neck, Tash teased a finger against the firm, fur-lined collar that locked around his throat. The D-ring attached to a length of cord that ran through an eyelet and off into the tree above, creating a reasonable simulation of a hunter's snare trap. "Y- Yeah, it's actually not as bad as I expected," Sage said as he nestled in, flexing his footpaw inside a second cuff that attached to the same mechanism, a perfectly simulated leg snare to ensure the rabbit could not escape.

"Alright, now remember, if you feel uncomfortable, you can say your safeword, or give me three taps to the snow if you can't breathe or speak." Tash smiled as she saw her lover nod once. Reaching up to a line secured overhead, the lynx carefully gave it a pluck, then two, fraying the rope with each gentle twang before... Snap!

Sage's eyes widened as he watched two branches overhead, each held under tension from the single line, yawn back to their stable, outstretched positions. As they did, the branches pulled taught in either direction, cinching tight the collar and cuff, and stretching the snowshoe hare out along the powdery snow. The force and rope length were, of course, carefully calculated; where a real hunter's snare would have broken the rabbit's neck, or dislocated his leg, Sage found himself comfortably immobile, his cotton tail bouncing gently off the forest floor as the neck collar cinched against his jawline. Once the initial shock began to wear off, Sage found himself nervously eyeing around the little patch of undergrowth, his buck teeth gritted firmly as he realized that his lover had left his side.

"It's so cute when they think they can escape..." Tash mused to herself, her paws busy digging in Sage's rucksack. "You know, I can still smell my scent on you. You could scurry to your heart's content, my little coney, but you can't escape your huntress." Turning back around, Tash beamed as she held up what she was looking for, the object in her paws causing Sage's heart to skip a beat. Long leather straps met to form a harness, the points coming together to secure a girthy, yet somewhat squishy, silicone dildo to Tash's favorite strap-on. "I told you I was going to let you cum, my dear," she hushed, the hare's eyes wide as she approached with the menacing instrument of pleasure. "I just didn't say how."

Resting a paw upon the collar, Tash calmly slipped her thumb and forefinger up, using the thick, fluffy digits to spread her lover's jaws open. "A- Ahhhhglk..." Sage huffed, his nostrils flaring as he was forced to focus on his breathing while his predator spread his muzzle wide, just enough to fit the strap-on's bulb inside. The end that was designed for her pleasure during use. Slowly sinking it in behind his sharp buck teeth, Tash cooed softly as she watched her snared hare instinctively begin to suckle on the soft, gel-like toy.

"That's it," she coaxed, rubbing her paw against his cheek. "Get it nice and warmed up for me." Giving the thick toy a gentle tong-lathering, interspersed with hot snorts when the heady bunny remembered he needed air, Sage could feel his cheeks turn red with embarrassment as Tash slowly pulled it back out of his mouth with a wet pop. Proudly showing her lover just how drooly he got when deprived of air, Tash shivered as a cool breeze wafted over their private copse, a nice reminder that she should be a little quicker about getting the toy in before it froze. Sage had the perfect view, his wide and desperate eyes forced to watch as Tash put on a show for her afternoon meal.

Stroking sensually through the dense, yet soft, fur on her pubic mound, Tash traced her paw down between her thighs, parting her winter coat to reveal the prominent, pink edges of lips. Curling two of her pawtips as she brought her hand back up, Tash huffed gently under her breath as she slipped inside, spreading herself open in anticipation of what came next. All the while, Sage could only watch, his muzzle kinked slightly agape, a thin dribble of drool freezing on his whiskers as he salivated over his lover's body. Though, it might have also been due to the wind shifting, each gentle sway of the branches above causing his snares to tighten, giving an unpredictable air of danger to the game they played.

Taking her time, Tash gently worked the thick bulb into place, a soft moan escaping her toothsome muzzle as she felt the bulge finally sink inside her supple pussy, the harness seating flush with her hips. Giving it a gentle twist to make sure it was positioned right, and biting her lip as she felt the heavy toy grind perfectly against her clit, Tash reached around back to complete the process, tightening up the harness until there was no chance it could fall back out. All the while, the menacing, six-inch toy bobbed before Sage's face with each gentle squeeze of her hips.

"I'm going to enjoy this so much," Tash purred with excitement, licking her chops as she not-so-sneakily palmed a bottle of lube from the rucksack, giving it a quick warm-up between her paws before slathering up the heavy dildo. "A succulent, snared, and nicely spread snack for me to enjoy..." The words came out far less menacing than an hour prior, Tash perhaps having a little trouble getting back into the huntress headspace. But that did not change the nervous look upon Sage's face as the menacing strap-on loomed closer and closer to his tender pucker.

"P- Please don't..." Sage huffed, swallowing as he felt his lover's slickened paws rub up the length of his crack, pawtips pausing to circle the snowshoe hare's pucker. It was merciful, certainly, but Sage knew it meant he was going to take the length of her toy. "Y- You're going to- to-?"

"Peg you, my dear, sweet rabbit meat," Tash said in no uncertain terms as she saddled up to the rabbit's tender rump. Lifting his free leg over her shoulder, the lynx was able to turn her helpless lover slightly on his side, giving her full access to his tight little cotton tail. It did not take any pressure off the snares, however, forcing Sage to plant both his handpaws and his shoulder into the snow for balance, lest he begin to actually choke on the single point of suspension around his neck. "You said it yourself, you're just meat. Meat for your Huntress... So, I'm going to tenderize you, one last time. Like the meat you are," she growled, punctuating the last words by slipping her strap-on underneath the rabbit's tender tail, giving a firm, insistent prod against Sage's hole.

"I- I- W- Wait! Wai- YIIIIE!" the rabbit gasped, panting as his leg bucked softly against his lover's shoulder, only for his words to be cut off as Tash nudged forward just enough to spike the tip of the toy inside his hole. Gritting his teeth, Sage panted through his stubby snout as his cruel and deadly predator decided to be compassionate, giving him plenty of time to adjust.

"Such a sweet little bunny buck you are..." Tash hissed, her breathing quickening as she felt the thick strap-on throb and spasm against her clit as Sage squeezed down upon the length. Leaning forward, the lynx moaned with lust as the toy sunk deeper and deeper inside, inch by inch until her hips sat flush with his taught, quivering rump, "Maybe I should call you a doe instead? Hmmm? You don't seem to be doing much with this little mouthful here," the lynx coaxed, her lube-slick paw returning to stroke up and down the length of her lover's shaft. The relentless pressure of the hefty dildo resting firmly on his prostate sent a spike of pleasure through Sage's loins, his heavy cock popping back up to full mast with only a few gentle strokes.

"A- Ahhhnnn... n- noooo..." Sage panted, his eartips twitching as his captor's words floated through his air-starved mind.

"Come on, cutie... I want to hear you say it..." Tash growled, bucking her hips back and forth, careful not to withdraw the full length of the toy before stuffing it back into the rabbit's tender hole. "I'd love to hear you humiliate yourself one last time in front of your Huntress."

"I- I- I'm... I am- am... I'm meat..." Short, halting words escaped Sage's gaped muzzle, timed in between each thrust of Tash's hips.

"You're meat that doesn't need to sire a litter, aren't you? You're much better serving your Huntress, before she finishes you off, aren't you?" Clenching her free paw into Sage's rump, Tash dug her claws in firmly until she could just barely make out the hip bone beneath all that plush snowshoe hare padding. Seated firmly in his body, the lynx used the leverage to draw her lover towards her with each heavy buck, pounding her hips against the struggling little rabbit. "I'll enjoy every last bite," Tash mused, panting softly as she licked her chops, before spitting the hot drool onto her stroking paw, using the gooey saliva to liven up the water-based lube before it turned gummy in the cold. "There won't be anything left of you. Just a few discarded bones... flecks of bloody fur-"

"A- Ahhh! I- I'm close! I'm close!" Sage puffed, cutting off his lover with a sudden sharp cry. Clenching his eyes tight, the hare whimpered, "Puh- Please huntress... S- Spill my seed... I- It's worthless... I- I'm meat... A- Ahhh, I'm clo- Nnnngh..."

"And a faint memory of a nice dinner date that I'll never forget," Tash crooned, finishing her thought as she quickened her pumping paw. "Cum, meat."

Sage could feel his body quake as the command hit his ears, only needing one or two more strokes from his lover's paw to push him over the edge. A blast of hot bunny spunk splattered out over the snow, the first blob arcing wide enough to catch a few dewy drops on the tip of his whiskers. Clenching tight against the bulb buried deep in her folds as each pounding pulse rocked her lover's body, Tash gasped in ecstasy as the hare's wild and untamed orgasm caused the strap-on to grind upon her clit. Forcing her hips forward one last time, Tash felt her own climax peak like a wave as she slammed home the toy. Rapture crashed down upon her body, a powerful, rich, resonant snarl escaping her muzzle as the rush of endorphins proved too much. Her quaking knees finally giving out just as her orgasm gushed around the edges of her harness straps, Tash felt herself starting to lean too far forward. Realizing her deceptive weight could put too much stress on her bound lover, the pleasure-wracked lynx had just enough forethought to push herself away from Sage's body.

There was just one problem. As gravity took her backwards into the snow, she felt the strap-on slither its way out from Sage's taught little hole, curling up on itself until it came loose with a surprise POP followed shortly by a second, meaty SMACK as the coiled dildo plowed straight through the hare's tender bunny balls!

"Ow..." Sage grunted, sniffling softly as he stared into the cheerful, crackling fire. Whether his sniffles were the result of the cold air, or his aching manhood, he still was not entirely sure. "Owww...!" the hare whined with a sudden flinch, nearly spilling a few marshmallows out the top of his mug of hot cocoa. His ears drooping to either side of his head, the hare peered back over his shoulder to see Tash's grimacing muzzle. "Geeze, at least give me a warning before you dump the alcohol on me, hun."

"Sorry, sweetie..." Tash huffed, shyly turning her gaze down at the antiseptic and blood-tinted cotton balls that filled her paw... "I- I really didn't think I clawed you quite so deep..." Swallowing softly, the lynx decided to take a more ginger approach to cleaning up the deep gashes she had left in her lover's rump. But that did not quite address the elephant in the room. "H- How's your uh... your bunny balls doing?" she asked at length, sheepishly daubing against the rabbit's wounds before added, "A- and your... hole...?"

Sage might have been nestled up close to the fire, but he certainly felt chilled to the bone. With his knees resting on the seat of a cozy armchair, his arms and head draped over the back, the rabbit rested the entirety of his groin and rump upon a large plastic bag filled with snow, the makeshift ice pack working wonders to keep his sensitive spots from swelling up too much after the adventurous amounts of abuse they endured earlier in the day. "Well... I did say that my seed was worthless..." the snowshoe hare muttered sarcastically, sighing as he lifted a thigh to get a bit more comfortable on the mound of snow piled up between his legs. "Not sure whether the dildo smack or the ice will be the end of my lineage," Sage grumbled, only partially to himself.

"Pffft... Hey now, the scene's all done," Tash chuckled, setting aside her first aid kit before very carefully draping her paws over her lover's shoulders. "Don't put yourself down. Besides, your cum has plenty of worth," she added, nuzzling into Sage's ear.

"Oh yeah?" the rabbit huffed, a wry smirk breaking along the edge of his muzzle.

"Aside from giving us a litter of cabbits when we're ready?" Tash mused, "It's the sweetest I've ever tasted." Nuzzling turned to nibbling as the lynx nipped her eye teeth into her sweetheart's tender and sensitive flesh, sending shivers down Sage's spine. "Speaking of... Maybe tomorrow we could take the snowmobile out to that lovely little resort up the mountain. You know, the one with that all-inclusive spa package?" Pausing for effect, she purred, "The one that lets you rent out those priiiiivate hot tubs?"

Blinking, Sage felt a warm flush grow upon his cheeks. "T- The ones that look like-"

"Like oversized stew pots?" Smirking, Tash planted a tender kiss upon her lover's cheek before pulling up her own chair next to the fire. "How about it, my sweet hassenpfeffer?" Offering her own mug of cocoa to toast to a successful hunt, Tash added, "After all that tenderizing today, I bet you'll be perfectly succulent after a day of pampering at the spa."