A Different Sort of Night
#3 of A Bunny Called Bityn
It had been a good night.... Screw it. A fantastic night! Bityn grinned idyllically to himself as he relaxed in the bathtub of his apartment, just savoring the feel of the warm water soothing his sore tailhole. He'd heard equines were well hung, but man! Giggling softly to himself, he sunk lower in the bathtub. Not just one, but two of them! How much luckier could a bunny boi get?
Sighing happily, he finally stood up. There was a little pain involved, gingerly stepping out of the water and opening the plug. Every step he took reminded him of his actions of the night, but to him, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He'd do it again in an instant. But for now... he'd just have to take it a little easier. A day or two, at least.
Grinning at himself in the mirror, he slipped on his robe and headed out into the living room. He switched on the television, then lay down on the couch, pulling up a pillow and relaxing on his side. Some sort of late-night movie was playing, but he wasn't really paying any attention. Mostly, he was just letting it work as background noise, the volume turned down too low to really hear what anyone was saying anyway.
It wasn't very long before he was starting to drift off, TV droning on in the background, dancing light and shadow across the walls. Some time later, something caused him to open his eyes. The movie seemed to be some ways farther in, though he wasn't sure just how long he'd been asleep, or why he'd woken back up. He paused for a moment as he tried to figure it out, but after nothing seemed to present itself, he closed his eyes again. However, a little while later his eyes came open again, ears pricking. This time, he thought he heard pawsteps, looking around a little to try to find the source. Nothing seemed any different, though. Again, his eyes closed, letting the droning of the television lull him.
A moment later, his eyes shot open, the reason for his waking unquestionable. A paw had grabbed his muzzle, muffling any screams of surprise or fear he might make. At first he tried to struggle away, but the grip was firm, and a moment later a pair of strong arms wrapped around him, further sealing his fate. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape that grip. After a while, he finally ceased the fighting momentarily, just panting through his nose and starting to blush a little when he realized his struggling had opened up his robe, exposing him to his assailant.
"Well... look what I caught...," a feline voice purred. At the same time, one of the paws moved down and started to rub his sheath, which started to harden. "Ooh. Looks like he likes it too.... Maybe I should really show him a good time."
Ordinarily, Bityn would be thrilled, but as sore as he was, he knew it would be too painful to be worth it. So instead, he shook his head desperately, starting to try to struggle again. It was no use. The feline held onto him even tighter.
"Nope," the voice murmured. "Sorry, boy, but you're just too cute to pass up."
With one paw still held over the lapine's mouth, his assailant reached into a small bag he had brought with him. Then, he waited a moment. Just when Bityn was exhaling and about to take in another breath, the paw on his mouth shifted to his nose, cutting off his breath. Surprised, he opened his mouth, and just at that moment a ball a was forced inside, the paw on his nose releasing.
With a chuckle, the feline looked around at his handiwork, Bityn getting a glimpse of his face for the first time. He couldn't deny he was handsome....
"Ooh.... You look good with a gag.... It looks like it's really meant to be there, hm?"
Bityn shivered a little at the comment, watching as the feline dug into his bag again. The, remembering again where this was going, he tried to pull away, though he didn't get far before the feline's arms grabbed him again, knocking him onto paws and knees. Before he could make another attempt to get away, the feline pulled his legs farther apart and fastened a rod behind his knees so he couldn't close them. From there, the feline reached through between Bit's legs, catching hold of his wrists and pulling them back through all the way to his ankles, attaching wrist to ankle so he had to lay with his face on the floor and ass high in the air.
Blushing furiously, the lapine shook his head, unable to do anything but just lay there and hold his fluffy tail up as if begging the feline to continue, though he wanted to say just the opposite. Meanwhile, the feline moved in a little closer, stroking a paw over the smooth curve of the upturned rump before giving it a rough slap. Whimpering softly, Bityn's ears perked as he heard the feline's pants opening. A second later, he could feel a hard cock rubbing his throbbing tailstar.
With a chuckle, the feline reached down between the bunny's legs, giving the hard shaft there a rude yank. "Heh heh heh.... Looks like someone wants it. Well, that's good, 'cause he's gonna get it!"
Before Bityn could object, the feline's hips slammed forward, driving the hard shaft deep into his hole. Both of them moaned in unison, one voice with a pain mixed in, though it was muffled by the gag. Regardless, the feline started thrusting into him over and over again, the lapine powerless to do anything but lay there and take it.
"Mm.... Yeah.... You are a slut, aren't you?" the intruder moaned as he thumped in harder and faster. "I can tell you like to do this a lot.... Can't hide it from me, even with all that playing hard to get...."
Bityn simply screamed as well as he could around the gag, pain flowing through him, though he couldn't deny there was some pleasure too. He still tried to fight back, though there was nothing he could do to get away. His bindings were too tight. He could hardly even move.
Again and again the hard cock slammed into his burning hole, invading him relentlessly. Over him, he could hear his assailant panting and moaning with each thrust. The more he thrust, the louder the sounds got and the faster he moved. In spite of himself, he couldn't help an occasional moan of pleasure, a little pre starting to dribble from his cock. Then, he heard a loud moan of pleasure come from the feline, the thrusts slamming in hard until there was a jet of hot liquid spraying into him, filling the overworked crevice.
For a moment, they remained locked together, each retracing the experience in their minds. Then the feline pulled out of him, sighing happily and giving the upturned rump another slap. Without a word, he undid the bindings, replacing them in his bag. Through it all, Bityn lay still, not much wanting to move, especially with how his ass hurt. However, when all that was left was the ball gag, the feline stopped, moving in front of Bityn and lifting his face to look at one another, holding up a little key.
"Here's the key for the gag, but I'm going to hide it," he told the bunny, winking. "You'll have to find it and take it off yourself. After that, it's yours to keep. Call it a souvenir."
Thus saying he stood, moving silently as he went to hide the key, coming back a little later and moving past the rabbit, who turned to watch him go. Pulling the bag over his shoulder, he stepped a leg out of the open window by the fire escape he'd come in through. Then, he paused, looking over at Bityn with a grin.
"You can bet I'll be back for another round real soon, sexy. I'm sure you'd like that, hm...?"
Blushing furiously, Bityn looked down, but slowly nodded.
"I thought so."
And without another word, he slipped back out into the night. For a moment Bityn lay still, then moving very, very carefully, he got back up onto the couch on his back, not even bothering to look for the key to his gag just yet. Instead he lay there quietly, looking up at the ceiling. Then, smiling slightly around the gag, he closed his eyes, replaying the scene as he pawed himself....