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No one in their right mind would call Soap well-behaved. He was a little brat that did what he wanted, and that was the end of it. He was sneaky, sure, but that didn’t mean he was always good at it. But bunnies were mischievous little things, and Soap could only pick berries and roll in the grass for so long on the wild outskirts. Civilization interested him no matter how many times he’d been told of the bad humans who created hybrids like them. He didn’t want to be just another wild bunny.
So, Soap explored. Told his parents and his complacent siblings that he wanted to go find the berry bush they had passed the other day. And he was a big kitten— nearly fifteen— so they told him to hop back soon.
But Soap had no intention of finding that berry bush. They were near a quaint neighborhood of ‘civilized people’ and he needed to see it.
The sun was high in the sky by the time he had popped over the first fence. The was nothing much. Cultivated flowers, a couple of chairs to sun in. All boring. He did peek over into a couple adjacent yards on his journey, though. Saw a nice human family in a pool. An eagle hybrid doing squats on some weird squishy mat. A nice-looking man with strange legs lounging— he couldn’t figure out his hybrid type under the pants.
He hops from yard to yard, never staying long lest he be caught. But it was all much of the same. Bland gardens and furniture to sit around in. Maybe a pool here, a grill there. But it was nothing compared to the wild.
He finally ends his journey where the neighborhood butts up to the wild again. This house’s fence is taller. He had to scramble to get into it, and he’s not quite sure how to get out. He can only jump so high, after all. But he’s a smart boy and he spots a hole at the other end, like something had hit it and torn through the wood. It looks big enough to fit his smaller frame.
He bounds toward it without much thought. When he leaps, his arms and head soar through just fine. But, there was one measly thing that he forgot to calculate.
His hips were wide to accommodate his powerful legs. And they didn’t fit through.
He dangles there for a moment as he catches his breath. Surely, he can push himself back out and find something to climb over. But his leap had used a lot of force, and he was stuck tight. He wasn’t getting out without help.
Soap isn’t sure how long he dangles there, alone and scared. But, the sun had dipped lower. Low enough that he’s sure his family is worried about him. Low enough that when he gets out of here, he’s not going to be left to his own devices for months. He silently mourns the future loss of his privacy.
But, the garden door does eventually open. The humming of a quiet tune follows the creak, then footsteps, and finally a wolfish laugh.
“My my, little rabbit,” the owner of the yard purrs. The voice is rough and low, kindling something inside of Soap. He squirms as fear reignites the need to free himself. “You’re far from home— and in quite the predicament.”
A large, clawed hand grasps one of Soap’s shaking paws. He whimpers at the sudden touch, legs kicking out. But, the man doesn’t budge. Just keeps holding him close. Even when that same terror starts making Soap leak. His vision blurs with tears. He didn’t feel so brave, now. He wanted his Momma.
“‘M sorry!” Soap cries. He tries to wiggle through again but it remains a fruitless effort. “Was jus’ tryin’ tae get through!”
“Well, what’s a wolf to think when a little bunny presents itself so nicely for me? You’re not even wearing pants…” The man laughs cruelly. It makes Soap want to scream.
“Animals don’t need pants!” He huffs. He didn’t live amongst the humans that had created and abandoned them. He wasn’t some suck-up like the ‘civilized’ hybrids were. He didn’t need pants.
“Awww. You’re wild too.”
“Wha’s that supposed to mean!?” Soap squawks indignantly. He had always worn his heart on his sleeve. It often got the better of him at the worst of times and now was no exception. He was a fiery thing.
Those clawed hands move to encircle his hips. They dwarf him like it’s nothing. Soap doesn’t think he’s ever felt so small.
Something hard and course rubs up against his behind, under his tail. The sudden friction has Soap whining, bunny instincts beginning to buzz as he was further worked up. He felt himself leaking more, body betraying his confused mind.
“God, you bunnies are insatiable. You can’t even see my face.”
“Ah can’t help it!” He protests. Those claws threaten to dig into the supple flesh beneath his soft fur. He goes limp in defeat as once more friction sparks between his legs. “Instincts!”
“Is that why you’re wild then?” The wolf asks curiously— though it sounds entirely mocking. “So you and your little group can, well, fuck like rabbits, whenever and where ever you please? Just a gaggle of whores in the wilderness?”
“Not true!” He shrieks. “I travel with my family!”
“Inbreeding then?”
“No!”
The wolf laughs at his easy distress. It’s light, airy, as if the bastard really is enjoying himself.
“Oh I know,” He croons afterward. It does sound genuine, this time— if not still condescending. “You smell too much like a virgin.”
Soap flushes, cheeks burning with red-hot embarrassment. His parents had always drilled into him that he needed to find a special mate to have his own kittens with.
“Ye can’t tell that!”
“But I can.” Those large hands drift down to his thighs at the admission. They’re spread apart before Soap can even think to react. He can only squeak as a cold, wet nose presses itself between the folds of his cunt. He clenched down on air as he feels the wolf take a long, deep sniff of his most sensitive parts.
“God,” the wolf groans. “Do all baby bunnies smell as good as you do? Sweet, fertile…”
“How am I supposed tae know!” Soap whines. He pauses, then. “An’ I don’t smell sweet!”
The man snorts at Soap’s words, but doesn’t respond. The nose disappears at the same time a hand does. There's a rustling alongside a metal ribbing noise. Soap can’t parse what it would be from his view of the tree line. All he can do is shift his ears in an attempt to pick up on more sound.
Soon, a cloying musk enters the air. It’s heady, potent, and Soap finds his tail raising all on its own. It feels anticipatory as his tummy clenches. He doesn’t know why.
“Just gaggin’ for it, ain’t you?”
“‘M not!” But he can’t deny that his instincts are raging. The same ones that make him stomp his feet when he’s mad and rub his chin over his siblings to make them smell like him. His tail twitches higher in yearning.
Something hot and thick presses up against his slick folds. It ruts up, bumping his tail, before gliding back down to tease at his entrance. He makes a broken sound of confusion at the sensation. It only makes him leak more. None of his questions are answered.
“What’s your name, little bunny?”
“‘S Joh— nnngh!”
The blunt tip that had been prodding at him spears him open without warning. Whatever girth he had thought it had sliding between his folds was nothing compared to the way it felt in him.
He had never had something inside of him before. That was something for adults to do. That’s what his parents had always said when he had questions about where one of his big sisters ran off to. And Soap would be a kitten for a few more years yet.
If this is how it felt, however, he didn’t want it. He didn’t want a mate or kittens of his own. He felt as if he were about to burst— as if he were about to be split in half like a log. He thrashs, legs kicking out to bash into the man’s sides, fists pounding and pushing at the fence. But there was nowhere for him to go. He was stuck fast and helpless. All he could do was take it as the man attempts to sheathe himself in Soap’s tiny cunt.
“Awww,” The beast pouts, as if it didn’t feel like he was trying to burst through into Soap’s belly. “You’re too small for me, Johnny. What am I supposed to do with you?”
“Let me go!” He cries. The wolf just grinds his hips forward.
“No can do, sweet thing. You’re on my property.”
Soap sobs as his body goes limp in submission. His torso aches something fierce from being locked in a fence for so long, his head hurts from crying, and now his pussy felt like it had been torn open. Is this what his parents had warned him about? Is this why they didn’t want him sneaking out of the safety of the wilds?
“Ah didn’t mean to!” He hiccups. He wants to go home. He didn’t care if he was grounded until the day he died. He’d never leave their sides again! “I promised Ma I was jus’ pickin’ berries!”
The wolf croons lowly. It was a comforting, nearly empathetic sound. It paired well with the gentle petting of his furry flanks by calloused hands.
“I’ll get you home, little bunny,” the man promises. “But I have to have my fun first.”
Soap sobs yet again, exhaling on a high keen. “But it hurts!” It did more than hurt, but his addled brain did not have the words to express that.
“Of course it hurts.” The wolf pats him like one might a startled foal. “The first time always does.”
Soap claws at the fence as the man keeps pressing forward. There was no more room for him, and Soap doesn’t know how he expected to make it. He has organs! He wails, tail still twitching. “Yer not my mate!”
“And you’re just a pup.”
“I—!”
“Hush.”
Soap snaps his mouth shut.
“You’re just a pup. You don’t know what’s good for you yet. So listen to the big, bad, grown-up wolf, and let me—” Soap shrieks as that pressure in his tummy finally bursts. The man’s pelvis was flush with his own, now. Soap felt like he was going to vomit. “—breed you.”
Soap flails. His powerful legs try their very best to shove the wolf off of him. But, he was so small compared to the beast. All the struggling did was make the man moan as his pulsing cunt milked his cock.
“That’s it, Johnny. Keep fighting. You feel so good like that.”
“Hurts!” Soap hacks around his own tears. He wants to go home. He didn’t want this. He wants to be his Momma’s little kitten again. He wasn’t a big boy. He wants his big sisters. “Yer breakin’ me!”
A clawed hand reaches around to Soap’s front. There, the pad of a finger circles over his twitching cocklet. He bucks with a startled moan. It’s a sudden jolt of warm pleasure, and it had his mind whiting out for a brief moment. Slick gushes out in thick rivulets around the wolf’s cock, too. As if it were finally preparing for the intrusion— however late it was.
His brain seems to fog up as his clit continues to be played with. The mix of pleasure and pain between his legs seems to meld. And, soon enough, all he could do was whine helplessly, tail raised, as his bunny body begs for more.
“That’s it, bunny,” the wolf comforts. “See? Your body wants this. Just let it happen.”
The man pulls back, cock slipping past that pressure point, just to snap forward once more. Soap’s small body jostles with the harsh movement— but it felt good . Nothing like it had felt originally being split apart. And the wolf does it again and again. The pace is fast, unrelenting. All Soap can do is drool around every choked moan and broken ‘ah!’ as he leaks enough slick to pool on the ground below.
That wicked finger continues to play with his cocklet, too. It keeps his mind fuzzy and his legs spread wide. His foot still thumps against the man’s thigh, but it’s from a lack of control rather than an attempt to escape.
“C’mon little bunny. Milk my fat fucking cock.”
Soap just nods dumbly, drooling like a fool. He feels feverish. There’s this need pooling low in his belly. It’s hot and heavy— like an iron brand. He couldn’t stop the fluttering of his walls if he tried. It was like his cunt was begging to guide that length impossibly deeper, as if the man wasn’t already in his womb.
“Come on!” The wolf grunts. His thrusts were stuttered and frantic now. He was losing himself quickly. With each press of his hips, Soap could feel the swell of something threatening to pop into his already stretched-thin pussy. “Let me knot this tight fucking snatch.”
The man grabs his hips as if he meant to bruise him before forcing Soap back against him. It dislodges him from where he had managed to stick himself in the fence, but it also served to stretch his cunt around the knot at the base of the wolf’s cock.
Soap squeals and squirts. Burning hot liquid drenches his own thighs as if he had pissed himself. And, in his mad scramble of orgasmic panic, he manages to knock the both of them to the ground. He’s perched in the wolf’s lap, sat firmly on his knot and held tightly by broad arms. He’s still whining and writhing, cunt fluttering, when the wolf moans long and loud next to his ear. Something warm fills him up in searing ropes. It feels endless, like someone had stuck one of those garden hoses he had seen inside of him and turned it on.
He collapses backward with a hiccup. He’s held up against the wolf’s front, completely limp and docile— a prey animal finally given in to its predator. The man just coos. His fingers come around once more to play with Soap’s cocklet until he can’t even keep his eyes open.
“Oh, you poor dumb bunny,” the man sighs. “You just need this greedy cunnie played with an’ you’re as easy as pie.”
The wolf tries to pull his hand away, finally having grown bored of tugging at Soap’s clit. But Soap cries out— just a needy bunny at this point. His small hands encircle the man’s wrist and drag it back between his legs. He needs to keep feeling good. Needs the warmth of satisfied instincts making his brain fuzzy and his body floaty.
The wolf laughs.
“I should have known you would be insatiable. You’re a bunny. You could go all night and still be needy, hm?”
Soap doesn’t respond. He wasn’t really listening anymore, to be truthful. He was merely lost in the pleasure radiating from his twitching clit and his hybrid instincts. Truly a dumb bunny.
He purrs when the wolf presses on the distended swell of his belly— full of cum and cock.
“Kittens,” he slurs dopily. It’s all his bunny brain can think of after having been locked on a proper wolf knot. He turns to rub his chin over the man’s cotton shirt. “Kitteeensss.”
The hand over his belly drifts to tilt his face upward. Soap cracks his eyes open to look into the wolf’s. They were a honey brown framed by fine black fur. His hair was blonde, and matching wolf ears peeked out from the grown-out buzzcut. His teeth were big and sharp when he smiled— enough to cut through flesh, Soap reckons.
“Yeah? Does the dumb bunny want kittens?”
Instincts had Soap grinning stupidly and nodding. This is what he was made for. To be full of cock and warm cum. To carry his mate’s kittens so they could have a big happy family.
“That’s okay,” the wolf says. His fingers threaten to dig in around the knot still swollen in him. It has Soap’s hips bucking uselessly. “I’ll breed this tight cunnie as many times as I need.”
Soap preens. He tilts up to bump his forehead into the man’s chin. “Mate.”
“You bunnies really are easy, hm, Johnny?”
Soap pauses in his instinct-addled adoration.
“Mate name?”
The wolf snorts. “Simon, luv. ‘S Simon.”
Soap closes his eyes and purrs. He pays no mind to thoughts of home— of returning to his waiting family in the wild outskirts. Of picking berries off of bushes and braiding flower crowns for his siblings to wear.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you, aren’t I?”
Soap just nods, back to rubbing his chin anywhere he could reach. “Family.”
“Trust me, bunny. You’ll be round with my pups as long as you live.”
“Kittens!”
Simon nuzzles into the crown of Soap’s head. “Better hope your genes are strong, then. Or they’ll be pups.”