The Chubby Bunny Challenge
Dragon boy's first meeting with a gentle giant.
Five of us climbed the wooded hill that day, and I was probably the least athletic. Even that young, I enjoyed playing, but I didn't like to work for no reward, and as a mist dragon I was easily annoyed by too much sun, regardless of it being filtered through the trees.
"Uuuughh.... What is the surprise already?" I complained.
"You'll see it when we get to the edge of the ravine," my buddy Gerry said, smirking in that way only a stoat can. He had no trouble climbing at all, and while carrying a backpack, too. My other friends, all members of the unofficial recess soccer team at school, ascended the last mossy mounds of dirt without fuss - all together, dirtying our white and khaki school uniforms, we were Gunny the black bear, Rico the coywolf, Zion the black and white raccoon, Gerry the red stoat, and me, Zinn, the purple and tan mist dragon.
We crested the hill and plopped ourselves down, not too many feet away, I noticed, from what looked like a steep drop-off into Robertson's Ravine, a huge cut in the land that was once used for draining a lake or mining or something (I never really paid attention). I reclined onto my back, propping myself up on my elbows, and thumped my tail on the ground. "So what now," I huffed, looking wearily at Gerry, though I noticed Gunny smiling conspiratorily while the other two just looked confused.
With theatrical hesitation, Gerry lowered his backpack and unzipped it, reaching in and pulling out his smartphone. "We are here to make a video," he said. "And we're going to make it with a special friend of mine."
"Just take a look over the edge of the cliff here," Gunny said to the rest of us, and so, gingerly, we did.
I had to keep myself from jumping back in fright. To my right, Rico uttered a choking gasp.
Down below, resting on his back to stay out of sight from anyone climbing the hill, was a giant rabbit boy.
He had tawny golden fur, like the color of a perfectly toasted marshmallow, and he was wearing a slightly too snug set of worn blue denim overalls with brass buttons the size of hubcaps and no shirt underneath, which showed off the sturdy physique of a farm kid. He had one hand resting behind his head and one hand toying with something at his mouth - a bamboo stalk, probably three times the length of my body, that he was using to absent-mindedly pick at his prominent front teeth. Later on, he would end up telling me that, when we first met, he was a walloping 56 feet tall.
At that time, though, he smiled casually as his huge, shimmering, hazel eyes glanced at us, and he chuckled at our aghast faces peering at him over the drop-off's edge.
"Hi, y'all!" he said in a youthful, but resonant, voice, and when his eyes met mine, my heart swelled. This was the first time I had ever seen a macro up close, and I was scared, but at the same time I couldn't help thinking, "This giant bunny kid is handsome as all hell."
And as I was thinking that, I heard my raccoon buddy Zion stifle a yelp as the macro boy shifted and started standing up. We all backed up from the cliff's edge as we saw first his fluffy ears, then his smiling face, and then the rest of him ascend into the heavens, and at a speed we weren't expecting from a living creature so huge. He grunted and raised his thick arms and clenched fists above his head in a stretch, our vantage point situated right at his waistline, and then he squatted down on muscular haunches to put us as close to eye level as was comfortable. I must have had stars in my eyes or something, because he kept glancing my way.
"G-guys," Gerry said with a little uncharacteristic nervousness in his voice, "This is my macro buddy, Lonzo."
"You can call me, Lonny, though," the giant said, and his friendliness seemed perfectly sincere. "I met Gerry and Gunny near my farm last week. They were bein' a couple a' little rascals." With terrifying speed, he reached his handpaw down and gently ruffled Gunny's head fur, to the little black bear's embarrassment. "But what're the rest of y'all's names?" he asked.
We were still as statues, but thankfully Zion spoke first. "I'm Zion," he almost shouted, "and, uh... um..." he gulped. "You're... really really big!"
Lonny just giggled a little at that, and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I guess I am," he said, and reached one furry finger down to Zion, who hesitantly took it in a sort of handshake.
"And I'm Rico!" the coywolf said, bravely holding up his paw, which the giant gave the same treatment.
"And I'm... I'm Zinny!" I quickly declared, not wanting to be left out, though my buddies all turned their heads toward me in surprise, as "Zinny" was a name my family used, and I required the use of "Zinn" from my peers.
Lonny beamed a bright, toothy smile at me, the kind that in any right-minded person would inspire fear, as those teeth were big enough to chomp me to bits, but I couldn't help feeling exhilarated, even as, instead of a finger-handshake, I found myself being grasped in the giant bunny's warm paw and lifted toward his billboard face.
"You're a dragon, aren't ya?" the giant asked, and I nodded my head. "I like your colorin', it's cool," he said, and with his other hand lightly stroked the tiny spikes on my head. "How come you ain't got horns or wings or nothin'?"
Blushing, I answered, "I'm, you know, still pretty young," and that blushing intensified as he idly played with my tail. "And my wings only appear when I'm stressed out... uh... it's part of my mist magic."
"Cool!" he half-whispered, and his breath smelled weirdly sweet. He then brought me up to his black button nose and took in my scent. "Hmmm..." he uttered.
"Lonny!" Gerry cried. "Are you ready to make our video?" And Lonny gently set me down on my feet.
"Yup, I'm ready to go," the giant said. "But ain't y'all gonna get your clothes all soakin' wet?"
Zion, Rico, and I turned bemusedly toward Gerry, who reached into his backpack again and pulled out five pairs of swimming trunks. "I got it all worked out here! We'll just need to change real quick," he said.
"Umm... Gerry," Zion quavered, "Just what is this video gonna be?" And Gunny answered for him as he grabbed his own pair of trunks and started disrobing.
"We're going to do the awesomest chubby bunny challenge ever! Except instead of a normal sized kid putting marshmallows in his mouth, all five of us are going to be in Lonny's mouth, and he's going to say 'Chubby bunny.'"
Above our heads, Lonny made a pouty face and said, "Hey, I'm not chubby!" But the humor was lost on us as, at least in my case, the flight response was taking hold of my nervous system. Rico, in fact, started to shake, and must have been giving Gerry enough of a worried look for the stoat to say, "Don't be a pussy! He's not even a carnivore!" and forcefully hold up a white pair of swim trunks for the coywolf to take.
"Yeah, I'm a rabbit! I only eat veggies," the giant said, and smiled reassuringly, which, against all odds, seemed to defuse some of the nervousness. It worked on me, though I knew from watching the news that even supposedly herbivorous macros would sometimes partake of the smaller folk. Still, I stared at that giant bunny's grinning lips, and felt enthralled by his size and his overall cuteness. This kid, by merit of his attractiveness alone, probably got his way most of the time.
And as we all resigned ourselves to changing into our swim trunks, doing so partially in fear of being labeled a "pussy" by Gerry or Gunny, I noticed that Lonny's huge eyes kept locking onto me. He certainly wasn't "chubby," though he definitely had meat on his bones, but I was a little round and thick. I liked my body shape and still do, but I couldn't help feeling like the macro boy's mouth was watering at the sight of me.
After we had all changed, Gunny gave us our marching orders. We would turn on the recording, which would be done from Gerry's phone propped up against a rock, and Gerry would get put in Lonny's mouth first, then Gunny, then me, then Rico, and then Zion - but Lonny interrupted Gunny's instructions.
"Can the dragon... can Zinny go last?" the giant asked.
"What for?"
"Well," the giant rabbit boy shrugged his shoulders. "I like his colors." He turned his gaze toward me and smiled. "You kind of look like a piece of candy - like grape and vanilla. I wanna save you for last."
That comment made my cheeks flush, and I was at a loss, but Gunny agreed on my fate for me - I would be the last into the maw, and I would be the last to leave. With that, the recording of the video began.
The first part of the process went predictably: Super-annoying video intro with lots of "like, comment, and subscribe" bullshit, and the introduction of all of us one by one, including the giant rabbit behind us, who waved and grinned before theatrically grabbing Gerry up with his thumb and forefinger like a huge claw machine.
"Here's treat number one," he said in his resonant voice before sticking out his tongue and laying the stoat upon it, and then slurped my friend straight into his mouth. We all shook in fright for a little bit before Lonny opened up his mouth again, and we could see Gerry pulling himself up to rest his upper body on the giant's lower lip.
"H-how does Gerry taste?" Gunny nervously asked as Lonny grabbed him up in his paw to go next.
"Ehh, he tathes yike a yiddle perthon," he said, chuckling, and then stuffed the little bear into his mouth, quickly grabbing Rico up next. Without much ceremony, he deposited the coywolf and then the raccoon into his mouth, though he did make some show of leaving Zion's ringtail hanging out for a while before slurping it in. And then, it was my turn.
With a rather slow and dramatic move, Lonny reached his massive paw down and surrounded me in his warm, fuzzy fingers, bringing me up before his face, and opened his maw, allowing me to see my friends languishing on his tongue and crowded up against his cheeks.
They all looked okay, though a little frazzled, and certainly frightened. Their fur was completely soaked, and especially Zion looked skinny and nervous with his fluff taken away. I could see some strings of saliva being stretched between Lonny's massive jaws, and some of it was pooled around his tongue, which he maneuvered, jostling my friends a bit to make some space for me. Gently, he pushed me in, and made an effort to rub my body along his tastebuds, the warm tasting muscle conforming to the contours of my shape. I went in face first, and I could see the ominous red chasm of his throat ahead of me, my claws, in a momentary panic, scrabbling against the slippery surface below me, but to no avail at all. I was excited, I was afraid, but probably most disturbing, a part of me liked it.
When he closed his mouth, and we were all set into pitch darkness, my dick begain plumping in my shorts. Rico was whimpering, and I could hear Gerry whispering to someone "He'll open his mouth again! He'll open his mouth..."
The space in the warm, slippery cavern suddenly grew tighter, and Gunny screamed when we heard a huge "GULP!" from the back. We all started to squirm and bump up against each other, but I surprised myself by saying "He was just swallowing his spit! It's gonna be OK!"
And as soon as I said that, the light came back just a little, and we heard a monstrous voice around us say two words:
"Chubby bunny."
And then, one by one, massive fingers reached into the sultry cave and removed Gerry, then Gunny, then Rico, then Zion, and I could hear them all laughing and shouting outside.
But then the mouth closed again, and I was alone in the sweltering blackness.
Lonny's huge, soft tongue wrapped itself around my body and pressed me tightly against the roof of his mouth, and I couldn't help squirming as I felt suction - he was sucking on me like a piece of candy. My instincts told me to panic, but my dick became hard as a rock in my shorts. Lonny's tongue bucked against me, lapping at me against his cheek before pushing me against his teeth. I was pretty much out of air, but the nature of my species allows me to hold my breath for a pretty long time, and I found myself being lost to the hot pleasure of this giant bunny boy's slavering maw, which made a contented "mmmmh" noise. He applied suction to me again and I moaned, getting close to climax ...
But then his mouth opened, and the cool air of the outside world billowed around me before I felt his fuzzy fingers pull me out.
He held me in front of his face for a moment, huge hazel eyes taking me in and, to my dazed chagrin, noticed the tent in my shorts, which rapidly diminished thanks to the interaction of wetness with a passing breeze. He took one more lick at my feet, making me shudder, and then gently set me down.
Rico ran over to me and gave me a hug, saying "I thought he was gonna ... I thought ..."
But Lonny interrupted him, a slight blush visible through his fur. "I didn't mean to scare anybody! I wasn't gonna do anything bad," he said, and guiltily scratched the back of his neck, inadvertently showing off the muscularity of his arm. "He just, uh... he just tasted real good, an' all."
I let out a big breath and came to the giant's defense. "Yeah, it was OK. I didn't get hurt, and I wasn't too scared or anything." I took a chance on meeting the huge rabbit's gaze, and he smiled. "I kind of liked it, actually." My friends murmured and talked after that, expressing both dissent and assent. Gerry had brought only one towel, and Zion was grumpily trying to fluff up his fur with it, while Gunny just sat on a rock, looking a little traumatized.
We all jumped a little as Lonny suddenly stood up to his full height and stretched again. I noticed, however, that this time he kept one arm down, positioned in front of himself, and he quickly turned away from our group.
"Well, little guys, thanks for invitin' me over here, and it was nice to meet ya," he said, and waved as he began walking away with thunderous steps. "I gotta get back to chorin'. Come visit me at the farm if ya like."
The rest of us waved back and shouted our goodbyes, some sounding more final than others. My own goodbye was quiet though, as in my still delirious state, I couldn't help noticing just how huge the rabbit boy was, and how strong he looked, and how his generously proportioned, sturdy butt moved as he walked, and how fluffy and soft his huge cotton tail seemed to be, and what it would be like to grab on to that tail, and ...
I wanted more.
"Gerry, how'd you guys get to his farm, anyway?"