Bunny girl in trouble

The little rabbit scurries as fast as its thumpy little paws will take it, winding through the forest like a speeding bullet. The poor thing trips over a thick root and drops all the things she'd gathered on her forage, flowers and berries littering the ground. She doesn't stop to pick them up. Night is falling, and the forest won't be safe soon.

Like lightning, she zips between the trees, rustling every bush and leaf in her path. Her burrow is so close now, she's almost back home, safe with her litter, with her mother and sisters! Her attention slips for just one moment, and again she loses her footing and faceplants into the dirt. When she pulls her face off the ground, she's met by a pair of golden eyes sneering down at her from behind a row of sharp teeth, traces of blood still visible on its canines. The predator smiles with a discomforting warmth, and speaks.

"Are you lost, little bunny?"

The wolf looms over her prey trapped in her shadow, relishing the moments of shock and realization in the rabbit's eyes, the bun's ears lowering in fear. She can only watch for a second before the bunny turns its body around and tries to run, her paws ready to carry her faster than she's ever gone before, but she doesn't get anywhere. The wolf's jaws are already grasping her by the scruff. Her instincts take over and she tries to rip herself free, without a care for the wound she'll get, but all she achieves is making herself bleed, and the littlest dribble of her blood down its teeth sends the wolf into frenzy.

With her claws, she pins the rabbit to the ground, with its white fluffy underbelly rubbing against the dirt. Her paws continue to try to run, as if thumping her legs fast enough would make the world move out from under her. It's not until she turns her head back and sees the predator's red, stiffening cock creeping out of its sheath that reality sets in. Her pupils constrict in terror, and when the wolf's tip touches her fur for the first time, she starts to hyperventilate. Her cotton ball tail covers her preyhole the best it can, and a cruel paw grabs it and yanks it upwards, forcing the bunny to present itself.

This isn't happening. It can't be happening. The bunny thinks to itself over and over, thoughts spinning rapid-fire in a circle. She'll squirm away. Someone will come save her. The wolf will get bored and leave. Something, someone, somewhere will stop this. As she struggles to control her breathing, her words flow straight from her brain and out of her mouth.

"pleasenopleasepleasestopnoimsorrypleasedontpleasenostoppleasewaitwaitimsorryilldoanythingpleaseleavemealonepleasenononononononononono"

The wolf makes a horrible noise, barely recognizable as a sadistic laugh. She smears the tip of her cock on the rabbit's quivering hole, earning a hysterical scream for mercy from it. Finally, it can't wait any longer. She grips both of the bunny's wrists in one paw, and pushes herself inside, moaning in ecstasy as soft cottontail flesh envelops her cock. She keeps pressing forward until the knot touches its fur, and she starts to thrust in a pulsating rhythm. Just warming the baby up until it's slick enough for the worst of it.

"pleasepleasepleasenowaitpleasestopimsorry"

"You're gonna wanna hold your breath for this part, bunbun!" With her free claw she slapped the rabbit on the ass, leaning in close to plant chomp after chomp across her back. Every time her fangs broke skin, blood began to pour and matte the bunny's fur. The knot presses up to her cheeks and begins to worm its way down the rabbit hole, and for a fleeting second the bunny was silent, choking down air, trying to focus on the flowers and mushrooms growing near the stump of the closest tree. Greedily, the knot forces itself all the way in, stuffing the rabbit full and resuming her pleas.

The bunny's words had melted into wails, a chorus of agony and tears that made her rapist's cock twitch and throb within her pulsing walls. The wolf sneered again. "Hey, don't worry, bunbun! The hardest part's over!" She giggled to herself, her cock beginning to throb violently, her humping motions growing more feral. She laps some blood off the rabbit's back and bites down hard as she cums, plowing a litter of pups into the bunny's plump supple rump. The sobs quieted as the little bun retreated into her head, tears mixing with the blood on the dirt. When the wolf pulls out, a fountain of cum follows, flowing freely and mixing right along with everything else pooling on the ground.

The rabbit stayed completely limp, in too much pain to move, and too dissociative to think. The wolf panted, her tongue hanging sideways out of her mouth, and caught her breath. She looked down and admired her handiwork: a thoroughly broken bunny. She leans in towards her prey's neck, and the bunny closes her eyes and waits for it to all be over.

Instead of ripping her throat out, though, the predator's snout flips her over. A pair of fangs grabs her by the scruff of her neck, just as it had before. She's hefted into the air, and when her eyes flutter open, she sees the path home getting farther away. Her voice is completely ruined from all her screaming, but she does her best to ask, "Where...?"

"Have you ever been in a wolf's den, bunbun?" The wolf's words were muffled by the rabbit in her teeth. The bunny hadn't thought it was possible for her heart to sink even lower, but she'd just been proven wrong. "My sisters will love you, prommy! Oh, and just wait till you meet Alpha, she's gonna be all over you..."

Tears dripped down the rabbit's cheek, but she had no energy left to fight back. "We've been thinking about bringing in a mascot for the pack, and a cottontail like you would be just perfect! We've been using Runt up till now, but she always complains..." The wolf trails off, her words barely registering to her prey, who can only watch as home gets further and further from sight.

***

The rabbit had passed out from blood loss on the walk to the wolf's home. When she woke up, she was resting on a slab of stone, and the only other critter in the room was a wolf with a brown coat, noticeably smaller than the one who had brutalized her hours earlier. She noticed the little bunny beginning to wake up, and trotted over to greet her.

"Good morning, little bun!" The canine playfully licked the rabbit's forehead. "Welcome to the den! Sorry my sister roughed you up so bad, did my best to patch up what I could." When the bun looked down at herself, she noticed her wounds were bandaged. "My name's Runt. You're gonna be staying with us for a little while."

The wolf stared her down intently, waiting for the bunny to offer her name in return, and she wasn't brave enough to say 'no' to a wolf right now. "…Brooke"

Runt smiled with a warmth that betrayed how much power she held. "Nice to meet you, Brooke! Welcome to the wolf's den! Ever been to one before?" She tilted her head curiously.

"Uh, no…" She looked around, analyzing her surroundings the best she could, the adrenaline finally wearing down. "…Why was I brought here…?"

"I told you, didn't I?" A voice creeps up behind her, a familiar voice that sends her flashing back to hours ago. "We need a mascot!"

Brooke's nearly coherent thoughts melted all over again. She turned around, and sure enough, the predator who'd raped her was standing over her, her gray coat glimmering in the moonlight. She squealed, a high pitch screech of panic that echoed off the cave walls. The spark in the wolf's eyes gave away how much she enjoyed watching the rabbit fall into a trembling heap on the ground at the mere sight of her.

Brooke crawled towards the nearest wall and backed into it, desperate to put distance between her and her rapist. "S-Stay away from me! Please!"

The wolf giggled, slowly approaching the bunny, savoring the moments of sheer terror before she speaks. "Relax, dummy, I'm not gonna hurt you!" She closed the distance between the two of them and playfully licked Brooke's face, and Runt eagerly watched, only feeling a drop of sympathy for the poor critter. "You can call me Mari, bunbun! You're here to meet Alpha; if she likes you, you'll get to stay with us!"

Brooke held her knees to her chest and shook silently. A scent creeped into the room, strong and overpowering, and she seemed to notice it before the two wolves did. Mari spoke again. "But first, we gotta make you presentable. You're not meetin' the boss smelling like sweat and rabbit musk like that, she'd swallow you whole…"

The gray wolf lunges at the bunny, slathering her tongue across her fur, and Brooke cries in a panic. As she bathed her in the pack's scent, Runt laughed at the critter's distress, but still spoke on her behalf. "Sis, cmon, be nice! You're scarin' her!" The smaller dog hopped to the sidelines of the two tumbling animals, half-heartedly trying to intervene. The cacophony of canine laughter and lagomorphic whimpers is cut short in an instant, both wolves freezing deathly still at a call from across the cave.

"Be silent , pups."

The voice is low, and it rumbles off the damp cave walls. Runt and Mari squeal in spooked surprise. Even though it wasn't directed at her, Brooke found herself frozen in place too. The sisters immediately pulled themselves off the bunny and stood at attention, snouts held high, exactly twelve inches apart from one another. From the corner of the room, a silhouette approached, noticeably larger than Mari and twice the size of Runt. She stepped into the moonlight, black fur melting into the shadows, the glare of her yellow eyes having fallen directly on Brooke. The bunny still found she couldn't move, as though the Alpha's gaze had pinned her paws to the ground. She disregarded the hapless thing and turned her attention to her packmates.

"Who brought this rat into our den?"

Mari trembled, but Runt practically fell apart at the hint of anger - no, worse, disappointment - in her den mother's voice. She pointed a paw at her sister, tattling immediately. "Big sis did it! I had nothing to do with it, Alpha, I swear!"

"You bitch!" Mari broke formation to tackle Runt, sinking her teeth into the traitor. Runt squeaked, "Missmissmiss she's biting me!!!!"

"Are you two wolves, or pups?" The Alpha growled deep in annoyance. After letting the pair get their energy out for a moment, she barked. "Both of you, get your shit together." She stared her betas down, commanding the respect they owed her. Mari released her bite, and the sisters swiftly returned to position. "Mari, I trust you've brought us a meal this time, and not another lost cause. And Runt…"

The little puppy cowered as her Alpha approached, tail tucking neatly between her legs, ears folding down over the sides of her face. Alpha gazed down at the timid creature, before lunging forward to give Runt another bite, making the poor thing scream. She pulled back and let her muzzle rest beside Runt's ear. "No one likes a snitch."

Alpha quietly excused the whimpering, crying mess of a wolf, and Runt skittered away back to her nest. The black wolf turned her attention to Mari, who was holding back laughter at her sister's misfortune. "Would you care to explain why a piece of prey is running around my den, alive?"

"I'm telling you, Ma'am! Having a mascot would totally improve pack morale!"

"Mari, we've been over this…"

"Just give it one more chance! I know the last couple got pretty messy, but I really think we can do it this time…"

"No, my love."

"Just listen—!"

" Silence , darling."

Mari's words died in her throat. She grumbled, but obeyed the command.

"Much better." Alpha said. "The only way this ends is with her running off to warn her family about us, meaning we lose another source of food…or with one of you getting too excited and breaking it. Do you remember the squirrel guts we had to clean up last time, pup?"

"Eheh, yea, my bad…" Mari grinned sheepishly. "But this one's different! I think we can fix her!"

Brooke composed herself the best she could as the wolves bantered. With her wounds bandaged, she was beginning to get her stamina back. Her eyes scouted the den for an exit, for any way out so she could finally make it back to her burrow. She thought of how distraught her sisters must be, sick with fear over what could've happened to her.

'Deep breaths. Get ready.' She thought to herself. When she darted off, she did so silently, putting all her prey instincts to work.

Seconds passed. The wolves' discussion pittered off. Alpha stopped, and her ears perked up. The rabbit barely managed to get a headstart before the black wolf was barreling towards her. The sound of claws scraping against stone as she ran drowned Brooke's thoughts, and the bunny blindly zipped through the long tunnels of the den. At the sight of the night sky in the distance, she ran as fast as her little bunny paws would take her.

Closer and closer to the smell of fresh air, of dirt and pine and fresh berries growing on bushes. Her paws just barely began to touch moonlight when she was knocked off course by the jaws of the Alpha; jaws that swiftly snatched her by the extra skin of her coat and slung her across the cave. Brooke hit the wall with a wet thud, and the crack of breaking bone. Any healing Runt had managed to do was undone in an instant. The Alpha leaped to the broken piece of prey, sandwiching it between her massive paws.

" Got you. "

The bunny screamed. "Nonononononopleasepleaseplease…!" Brooke broke down into sobs once more. She knew she would never get another opportunity to try something like that again. Her window for escape was slammed shut in a flash, and she didn't know how long the enormous predator planned on keeping her alive. Her big, distraught gasps made sure she breathed in plenty of the Alpha's scent, her lungs pulling pheromones from the air and pumping them straight to her brain. "Pleasedonthurtmeohgodimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry…."

"You don't belong here, rabbit." Alpha held the squirming bunny between her paws, talons threatening to slice the poor thing to ribbons. Once Brooke ran out of breath to scream, she spoke. "I don't care for you, but truly, you didn't deserve this fate." She whispered, granting Brooke the small comfort of pity. "That's the issue with Mari. She likes to play with her food."

Brooke froze in horror, unable to make a sound, even to cry or whimper. The scent of her blood wafted between the stone walls of the tunnel, tinged with her sweat and tears and the grime on her fur. The black wolf's golden eyes seemed to glow. A cross of hunger and power lingered behind them. Alpha lowered her snout to the rabbit, making her tremble, and took a deep inhale. Her favorite drug of all filled her lungs - Adrenaline. "But, you know…"

She leaned into Brooke's ear, drinking in the flinch on her face as her incisors inched closer to her throat. Already, her judgment hazed over, high off the bunny's fear. When she looked at the squirming, bloodied, terrified critter in her grip, her instinct to conquer, and to dominate, began to overpower that which told her to gut the creature and serve it to the pups.

She was too much fun to be killed right away. Not before she could be broken. Only then will the pack get to devour her.

" I'm no better ."

Alpha's jaws snapped at Brooke's ears, making her scream. The wolf picked her up between her teeth and dragged her through the oppressive den, to a private nook at the deepest point of the cave. The Alpha's private quarters.

Brooke tried her hardest to summon the strength to struggle, but her body refused to cooperate. Sharpened wolf teeth dug into her flesh as she was dragged across the room, until she was unceremoniously dropped onto a bed of moss and leaves. Only when she looked up at the Alpha that loomed over her did she notice the bright pink tip that peeked out of her sheath, filling the room with a dominant musk.

"How badly do you want to live, rat?" Alpha growled, one paw rubbing at her sheath, working her cock out slowly from its hiding place.

Brooke didn't respond. She didn't know how to. Her eyes did the talking for her, batting her big peepers up to the shadowy wolf. The answer seemed self-evident, obviously she'd do anything to live. That went without saying, right?

The wolf grinned, and the sight made Brooke shiver from her core. With a bit of effort, she worked her cock up until the knot was revealed from the sheath. She let it dangle imposingly between her legs, it's size alone exuding dominance and status. The meek, demure, submissive instincts in Brooke's silly little preybrain screamed at her to get on her knees and bow before it. The other side of her brain was only disgusted by the thick smell of musk that wafted from it, and the sweaty, sticky state it was in. It was viscerally unpleasant to the senses, but teasingly addictive to the mind of a prey animal.

Alpha's oversized paw pushed Brooke flat on her back. She stood with the rabbit in between her legs and flopped her stiffening, sweaty cock in her face, plopping and rubbing the slick, sticky head on Brooke's face, smearing her with her scent. "Kiss it."

Brooke's cheeks burned. The cock was thick, and swampy, and far too big to do much of anything with. Its presence made her feel small, and weak, and inadequate. The part of herself that still felt pride, self-respect, and shame seethed with resistance. But rabbits are not known for their will.

"Look me in the eyes, and kiss it."

She whimpered, as if begging her conqueror for mercy. Alpha only pressed her member harder into her face, savoring her humiliation to its fullest. The bunny's cheeks remained bright pink, but she let her musk-addled mind take the lead, and she puckered her lips around the Alpha's cock, which gently throbbed in excitement. Her eyes stayed firmly locked with the wolf's, and it dawned on her that this could never be undone. She can never un-kiss Alpha's cock. She will have to live, for the rest of her life - however long that may be - with the knowledge of how thoroughly she'd been beaten, defeated, and brought low enough to worship her predator's cock. As if thanking her for the privilege of being kept alive a few more moments. The scent that filled her pink button nose helped to dull those thoughts, though.

Alpha made a noise somewhere between a howl, a whine, and a growl. A drop of fluid leaked past her slit and stuck to Brooke's fur, marking the rabbit. She cringed, but followed her survival instincts and stayed quiet, squeezing her eyes shut and planting another reverent kiss along Alpha's head.

"Look at me. And keep going." Alpha snarled. Her paws gently rubbed the base of her knot, and she got ready to stroke herself.

Brooke grit her teeth, and forced herself to obey. Her mouth peppered wet, gentle smooches along the wolf's cock, and for a moment the only sound in the cave was Brooke's puckering lips. Her eyes met Alpha's again, her gaze heavy with surrender. Alpha drank it in until she couldn't hold back anymore.

She grabbed the bunny by her big floppy ears, and yanked her away from her throbbing, reddened shaft. She held her head up by the ears for a number of seconds, aiming Brooke's face at her drooping nutsack, letting the rabbit see all the sweat and steam that clung to it. Just like the cock in her face, they were grossly unwashed and could be smelled from feet away. Brooke's eyes widened in terror, and she started to wonder if survival was worth this. She wasn't even brave enough to shake her head 'no', all she could manage was "Please—"

And that's all she got out before the wolf shoved her whole head downwards, stuffing her face with Alpha-scented balls. The skin was loose and wrinkled and damp with sweat, and the two jewels that dangled within weighed heavy on Brooke's face. Tears of bitter frustration and searing humiliation rolled down her cheeks. Alpha felt the power rush straight from her cock to her brain, and she spoke through husky growls. "What's wrong , rat?" Her words slowly laced themselves with faux sympathy for her prey. "Do I stink down there? Are you uncomfortable, huffing my musk?"

Brooke nodded, dragging her little nose across Alpha's musky nuts as she did. The wolf laughed deeply, bellowing - "Then lick them clean, bitch." Alpha took a paw and manipulated the rabbit's head, hooking a claw in Brooke's mouth that quickly worked to force her jaw open. Brooke cried, and tried her hardest to whimper out a plea for mercy, but the words weren't even coherent enough to be understood. Another claw reached out and grabbed the bunny's tongue, pulling it until it hung out like a slobbering dog. "Lick, and worship me, rabbit."

Brooke smothered the part of herself that felt disgust and dragged her tongue across the underside of Alpha's balls, and when she reached the base of her shaft, she went back to the bottom and licked again. She tried her hardest not to think about the taste of salt and sweat that assaulted her mouth, or of the massive, disgusting cock that hung over her head and fell across her eyes as she worshipped canine balls. The wolf stroked herself steadily, humping herself against the rabbit's helpless face, and soon she pressed her sack into the bun's mouth, silently ordering her to suck on them. She tried to look into Alpha's eyes as she prayed at her altar, but her vision was completely obscured by the cock that loomed between them. For Brooke, the message it all sent was clear: She was an object, she could be used in any way Alpha wanted, there was nothing she could do about it, and she deserved it for being weaker than Alpha.

The heavy scent of fear and blood in the air kept the wolf in an increasing adrenaline high. It took restraint to not start eviscerating Brooke between her talons. She wanted to, desperately - But no. Then her fun would end. The bunny's corpse would quickly run out of all these wonderful smells. She could feed a couple of her pups for a day, or she could keep the poor thing as entertainment. For now, she still had value - But still, she yearned to hurt the bunny.

As one paw stroked her cock, the other ran the tip of a claw across Brooke's side, sliding carefully through her fur, so gentle she could almost barely feel it. It made her whimper beneath Alpha's package, her nose nuzzled into the crease where her shaft met her sack, tongue swirling in depraved devotion. Alpha allowed herself a moment's indulgence and ran her claw across the rabbit's fur once more, breaking skin. The rabbit squealed in misery, blood dribbling from her skin, marking her fur and the floor of the cave. That's all it takes.

When the wolf cums, there's nearly a minute of buildup. Her flesh swelled, veins engorged, stretched skin throbbing with power. The rabbit mouthed at her cock, her lips humbly fellating what they could wrap around. Alpha threw her head back and hollowed from the bottom of her chest as she began to orgasm, a shrill sound that hurt Brooke's ears and caused several other wolves to begin howling in the distance. Cum shot from the tip of her cock as she pawed at herself, emptying her balls to the scent of rabbit blood and the look of defeat on Brooke's face.

When the tremors passed, she tore Brooke from her cock and pushed her aside, the bunny crumpling in a trembling heap on the ground. Alpha spent a minute laying still. When she moved, she stretched every part of herself, regaining composure of her body. Brooke hadn't moved, to her pleasure.

Alpha trodded closer and stood over Brooke's limp body. She looked over her prey for a long while, studying its state. The wound on the rabbit's side still bled. She'd cut deeper than she intended. She sighed, and contemplated.

Alpha had never cared for Mari's pet projects. They were distractions at best, inconveniences and annoyances at worst. Not one has lasted more than a week. A wolf's den is not a home for prey. The idea of a wolf pack with a 'mascot' was laughable.

She looked at Brooke.

She thought about Mari.

She stood perfectly still.

And then, she sat beside the broken critter.

With a paw, she pulled Brooke over so she could see the gash she made. Brooke was unresponsive, she might've even passed out already. Alpha leaned forward and ran her tongue along the wound, cleaning the blood around it. She licked until she felt certain it was clean, and then rubbed one paw on the ground, gathering dry, powdery dirt to pat into her injury.

If she was going to be an object in the pack's possession, that meant she would have to be treated with certain standards. Alpha's wolves are not savage beasts. They take care of their property. They don't break their own toys.

The wolf carefully dragged Brooke by the scruff to her makeshift bed. She laid her down to rest, and walked out the way she came. Through the halls of the den, she made her way to Runt's quarters, and swiftly gave a command.

"The rabbit is in my private den. Keep an eye on her."

Runt snapped to obey. "On it, Alpha!" She barked, and asked no further questions, just as she'd been taught.

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