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Little Red Riding Bunny

And the Big, Bad Fox

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Antonio whistled to himself as he walked through the forest, once again on his way to visit Abigail, the white bunny that he had become so swiftly enamoured with. If one could consider plunging his dick into her and fucking her roughly and rampantly with little to no warning being enamoured. Some would have considered it non-consensual, but a slutty bunny like her, despite being older than him, had not been able to resist the lure of his cock, regardless of all else.

The fox smirked. Things there had ended up far, far better than he could have imagined, Abigail submitting to him and loving it - it had been hard to see her open and eager enthusiasm as anything else - while he got to reap the spoils of her pussy, her arse, her mouth. Any hole really had been open and available to him, though he had not gotten to use her tits yet... He should make good on that. After tickling and sucking on her feet again, just to see her jump and squirm.

The fox chuckled. His cock hardened at the thought of it, a light bulge in his pants. But what he did not expect to see when he was on his way, once more, to breed his little white doe, was another white bunny hopping down the path ahead.

He hustled into a bush, watching, red ears pricked. Where was she going? Oh, but her scent was familiar, like Abigail's but not. With those spots too, yes... His eyes gleamed with the hunger of a predator. That had to be her daughter, it couldn't be anyone else! She was dressed rather demurely in a blouse and skirt, from what he could see under her red cape, the black and pink under there complimenting her fur, a butterfly spot over her nose and another over her right eye. He guessed, in time, that would be one way that he would be able to differentiate her from her sister, when they were together.

When all came to plan, of course, for he couldn't see any way for it not to.

She may have been the same age as him or a year or so younger, but Antonio recognised a ripe doe when he saw one, imagining already just how her hind paws, so thick and fluffy around the toes, would feel in his paws, against his tongue. He was in motion before his mind had caught up with what his body was doing, breaking free of his cover with a sauntering stride, the forest looming around.

Angelica looked up with a squeak, clutching her basket.

"Oh! Who are you?"

Antonio grinned.

"Whyyy... I'm the big, bad fox of the forest, aren't I, little bunny? And what is your name?"

She trembled, backing off from him, nearly tripping over her tiny, delicate feet as she stuttered.

"O-oh, oh... No... I'm... I can't..."

She was fearful, though the picnic basket that she clutched to her chest was of even more interest to the fox than ever before. The bunny's black spots were even more adorable as she shook before him, ears submissively pinned back, but she did not know that the fox before her held no real ill-will towards her.

"There's nothing to be worried about, bunny."

He tried to appear nicer, hiding his teeth, though his fox-ish muzzle would always be on show, the predator/prey dynamic something that was impossible for them to ignore, considering everything. Angelica, for it was Abigail's daughter and no one else, backed off again, her hood over her ears, shrinking into it.

"W-what do you mean?"

He smiled a little too toothily, but her freeze instinct kicked in, locking her in place.

"Why, I'm your new neighbour! I'll be down the road, so you can come by to me anytime if you need help with anything. I've had my friends tell me that they think I'm very helpful!"

He was a little too jovial with his words, yet all he was doing was toying with the bunny, all to see her squeak and squirm, though she did seem a modicum more comfortable with him. If such a thing was even possible when a little bunny was faced with a fox like him. She, after all, did not know what his intentions with her were, his demeanour slimy, even though his words, as they were, seemed to be kind.

"Oh..." She quivered, nose twitching. "I guess...I will see you around then."

"But I'd like to see more of you," Antonio pressed, stepping in front of her as she tried to carry on her way, finding her feet again. "I'm sure you're very, very lovely under that red cape of yours..."

She squeaked and shook her head, backing off. Yet Antonio was persistent and he knew what she was like already from what her mother had told him, his paws greedily latching onto her cape.

No more "nice neighbour" for him, though he would surely be a lot nicer to the bunny in future times, perhaps with his muzzle between her legs or his nose tickling her cute feet. Angelica froze as he pushed the hood of the cape back from her head, revealing her face fully, licking his lips.

He offered his hand to her and, without thinking, the bunny took it, letting him shake her hand even as he pulled her into a hug.

"Come on, if we're going to be neighbours, you should be friendlier than that! Don't be a prude!"

Yet she was frozen as he hugged her, his hands dropping, though Antonio should have known that he would not be at all able to resist her the moment he felt her breasts pressed up against his chest. He was, after all, just a fox, and a fox like him had greater needs than anyone else could ever have suspected... Least of all a little bunny like her.

He drew her in closer, his hands roaming her, looking her in the eyes, though all Antonio could do was imagine what lay under her cape. And wasn't it his right to see what the daughter of the bunny he was currently fucking had to give him too?

"My, my... I'd love to see more, yes, but my stomach is rumbling, can't you hear it?"

Angelica shivered. Was he toying with her? She couldn't tell what the fox wanted, her eyes darting first one way and then the other, searching out a means of escape. Yet he was always there, blocking her way, hands sliding over her body as if he thought he owned her.

"Come on... You can show me a little boob!"

Of course, he had every intention of seeing more, though, fortunately, her blouse unbuttoned. He picked them free quickly, ignoring her whimpers of protest, too eager to see what Abigail had produced. His little bunny was a fine one indeed...

"Ohhhh, very lovely!"

He praised her as if it was consensual at all, Angelica trying to step away, though her legs were shaking too badly for that. Her bra was on show and he moved down to her long skirt, which had been demure, to be fair, for a bunny. She squeaked and shook her head, trying to lift the picnic basket again to block her body from him, though that was no trouble at all for the fox to push away from her.

"Oh, hush, you should be showing a lovely body like this off all the time. It's much better to look at you like this, isn't it, rather than eating you?"

He left the implication hanging heavily in his words, even though it had been him that had forcibly stripped her. Her body was on show, shivering in the fresh air, though she was frozen in place still, her heart pounding, beating so much more quickly than what would have been at all comfortable for her.

It was wrong... Yet she quivered, some part of her prey instinct locking her down, where she thought she needed to be. That was what her body thought anyway, the fox's paws roaming. How could she ever have thought, even for a split second, that he had good intentions towards her at all?

His paws swept down her breasts, squeezing her through her underwear, and she squeaked, her cape waving back and forth. Of course, her shirt was still on her shoulders and arms, but what mattered to Antonio of her body was all on display as he drew her in against his chest once again, acting quite as if they knew one another and he was merely cuddling her.

"Eep... Oh... Mr Fox..."

He shivered. It was good, in a way, to hear her say that. But he would have to work out just why another time, for it was too hot to have the slutty little dirty bunny there. She was so much like her mother, for he could feel the heat of her hidden arousal in the lines of her body, how she stiffened against him, breath catching. If nothing else, Abigail had taught him, subtly so, that he could take what he wanted from bunnies like her, her and her daughters. She had shown him how restraint could lead to crying out in passion, twisting emotions and arousal to a new tenor of lust like nothing ever before.

At least, that had been the fox's take on it. And just who was going to change his mind about that or say no to him? Not Angelica, that was for certain!

"Aw, you're so cute," he practically cooed over her. "You know I was joking about eating you, right?"

He wasn't so sure that he was joking, her feet wriggling, so small and cute, pushing up onto her toes. It was strange that she was barefoot out in the forest, but maybe that was something that he could see from her more, more of her, always on show. Her buttocks were round and pert too and Antonio could not help but give her an even more salacious squeeze than what he had done already, claws digging in ever so faintly.

"Please..." She whimpered, though her eyes shone with something that Antonio lusted for too. "Will you let me go, Mr Fox? I won't say anything... Please... Let me go."

Oh, how he did like to see her beg. But he liked her forced compliance with his dirty needs even better.

"Sure... I can do that. For a kiss!"

She squirmed, squeaking, twisting back and forth, heart pounding. No, no, no, she couldn't do that, but the fox was already leaning in, puckering up, hastening the moment that she didn't, not by any means, want to address. Angelica had to make a split-second decision, heart leaping in her chest, yet Antonio was too close to her to escape.

All she could do was close her eyes and hope it would be a peck on the cheek, even as he laid one on her, forcing her to kiss him back, her tongue flickering out and against hers in a bodily response. Her body ached and tingled, her prey instinct screaming at her to run, yet the kiss went on and on, her ears submissively laid back, her little cottontail twitching and twitching.

"Ahhh..."

Antonio grinned, stepping back, spreading his hands wide, a glint in the older fox's eyes.

"Isn't that better? Now we know each other so much better as neighbours!"

Angelica wasn't so sure that that was the case, not at all, but she had space, the fox waving at her.

"I'll see you around soon, cutie, maybe you can show me a little more than your pretty underwear next time!"

Angelica shook her head - but he was on and off ahead of her, moving with purpose, a smirk on his lips. For Antonio had the lingering feel of her kiss on his lips, how warm it had been, how she had taken only the barest of moments to kiss him back. Why, even if he had not closed that space between them, she would have kissed him anyway, out of that mixture of fear and desire.

Wasn't it the best way to be? Oh, Antonio would have most certainly said so, being on the end that delivered it!

Yes, things were looking up for him in the world and it was something that he wanted to pass on, even if it would come out, as usual, in his own kinky way.

Angelica was not to know that, with her cute little black spots. Not yet, not then.

However, as he let her go, he raced on ahead, though he got a bit of a head start, considering that the poor bunny had to redress herself. But she would not know where he had gone, her basket left with her as she tried to hurry on to her mother, the fox taking a shortcut to make sure that he got there in better time than usual.

The tree house rose by the lake, perfect and serene, though he did not care to leave it so peaceful there for very much longer at all. Antonio chuckled as he scampered up the ladder, which ran along a thick bough that slanted down to the grass, a tree felled at some point but growing practically sideways. It was funny how nature was like that.

Abigail was coming out of the shower when Antonio burst in, though she had gotten more than used to his abrupt arrivals over the last week. Oh, had it only been a week since she'd met him? The white bunny giggled and fluttered her eyelashes, like a schoolgirl, though she was far too old to be doing things like that, especially when her daughter was on her way. Her fur was half dry already in the warm summer air, her ears damp where she had cooled herself down, resting a paw on Antonio's chest.

"I didn't realise you were coming today, but I never do..."

Antonio grinned.

"Strip."

Abigail laughed and flung the towel aside, revealing her mostly dry fur, standing at the side of her bedroom where her en-suite bathroom was linked through.

"Done!"

It was easy for her to bare it all to one that she trusted, though the gleam of his sharp teeth excited her more than sent fear into her, like it had the first time. She would be living in his home soon, she knew, but there were still things at home that she had to take care of, tidying up and sorting out, arranging what would be taken over. The tree house would still need to be taken care of, for it had been her sanctuary for too long to abandon just like that, even for a russet fox with a wicked tongue.

Antonio kissed her briefly, tongue snaking into her muzzle, her moan bringing a harder rise again to his cock. But moments were passing and he didn't have much time as he pushed her back in a small chair, the one that usually sat beside her dressing table.

"Tie yourself up, bunny, you're going to have company soon."

Abigail's ears pricked, but she was not afraid, if a little interested and concerned in an exciting sort of way, panting lightly, lips parted, as she tried to find a scarf or ties or something with which she could lash herself down. It would be crude and rough, but the fox helped with her ankles, yanking them apart as she whimpered more than a little luxuriously.

It was good to be used, her body his to do with as he willed, something pushing up against the exposed folds of her pussy as she grunted. It vibrated as he seated it inside her, the egg shivering as he fiddled with the controls, a pulse cycle on it too, as Abigail was soon to uncover. But that was not for her, her ankles tied, her wrists tied, pulled behind the chair and her chest pushed out.

She moaned as the fox nibbled at her neck, nipping at her throat, giving her a taste, once again, of what it meant to be a predator, her toes curling.

"Ohhh..."

"You'll get what you need, bunny-bun."

He smirked, licking his lips, Abigail squirming as he switched the pulsing cycle of the egg on, her hips pushing up, though there was nowhere to go as she squirmed in place.

It could have been moments, or it could have been minutes before Angelica appeared, Antonio sprawled on the bed, slipping out of his clothes. There was no sense in keeping them on, after all, not when he had so much fun to come, licking his lips, the bunny in the chair moaning and wriggling, tail twitching. He'd have so much more so very soon, his cock half-hard, a smooth length of fox-dick that would soon find his bunny's daughter as it was meant to.

"Mom? Mom, are you here? It's Angelica!"

His ears pricked and, in the chair, Abigail tried not to squirm, her eyes alight. At least for her, she knew that her daughter would be in safe paws, the fox safe, well...at least when a predator like him was concerned. He was only interested in pleasuring her, the play between them... He may have warned her, but Abigail's heart still pounded and pounded as if it was trying to leap out of her chest.

"Mom? Mom, I'm coming upstairs, are you not home?"

Angelica was dressed again, but not for long as she swung open the door to her mother's bedroom, wondering if Abigail had been taken ill. But what she found there took her breath away as a red blur rushed to slam the door closed behind her, trapping her in there, licking his lips - for it was the fox that she had only just gotten away from!

"Oh - what are you doing here?"

She shrank away, pinning herself to the wall, yet she shrieked all over again as her eyes found her mother, the bunny tied to a chair, her wrists yanked away as her breasts thrust out. Something buzzed and Angelica shrieked, spinning out of the way, even as the fox lunged, clutching her wrists.

"Ah-ah-ah, cutie, you're not going anywhere!"

Her mother was gagged with a scarf, pulling the corners of her lips back a little more, but Angelica didn't know what to do, hyperventilating, or at least feeling like she was with her chest heaving, rising and falling so swiftly. The fox dragged her to him even as she fought, scrambling away but not really getting anyway, screaming as she was hurled on the bed.

"Don't eat me - I'm sorry! I'll take the products back! I'll do whatever you want!"

Her mother was right there - oh! Oh, everything had gone so very wrong, she should never have trusted that sly old fox, never! She bounced on the bed as he pursued her, ripping her skirt away with a feral snarl, his teeth sinking into the fabric in a more feral manner than ever to rip it from her body. Her panties were form-fitting, perfect for her body, yet the elastic digging into her hip and buttock was not what she wanted as he ripped those from her too, leaving her sitting, panting, in shreds of cloth that had, not so long ago, protected her modesty.

"Nowhere to run, bunny..."

He teased her, even if Angelica did not yet know that it was a tease, that nothing bad was going to happen to her. Her eyes landed on the door, but he shook her head, pinning her back by her shoulder, using his larger size and weight against her, even if he was not particularly physically strong. When it came to the comparison between him and a bunny, however, there was no competition to be had there.

"P-please..." She sobbed, gasping for breath, her eyes wide and bulging, her breasts in a monster's paws. "Don't e-e-eat me! N-not me! Not mom!"

But he had no intention of doing that, even if that was something too that Antonio did not have to tell the bunny either. He tore open her blouse, as pretty as it had been to see her semi-strip for him earlier, her bra pinging free too as that finally gave up against his insistence.

Ah, there they were, her glorious breasts. They were large and round and soft and gently pulling to the side of her body that tipped closer to the mattress under their own weight, the fox hungrily groping them, squeezing them, molesting her right there in front of her mother without a care in the world. He was too close to her for comfort, not asking her at all whether she was okay with being touched like that by him, but things had gone so well with her mother that he hardly thought that it would be any different with Angelica.

And he was right, the bunny sluttily responding to him with a moan, even though her eyes were wide with fear. A predator didn't grope like that, did they? He didn't seem to drool or slaver, even if his fangs gleamed, but she still squealed as his paw dipped between her thighs, shoving the scraps of her skirt away, feeling out the wetness of her pussy.

"See, you want this," he teased, squeezing a finger inside her, even if her moisture there was merely her body responding in a way that her mind could not yet understand. "Your body wants it, you're just like your mom!"

Her mother? Angelica's eyes snapped to Abigail, in the chair, wriggling in place, though her mother did not seem to be worried or strained at all. Did that mean there was something there that she didn't understand?

"Ohhh... These are nice."

He nuzzled her breasts, licking and lapping, swirling his tongue around a nipple, though what he had not been told was that one spot was above her right breast. That was cute, real cute, a little touch that he enjoyed as he groped her, a paw sliding under her butt, feeling the soft flesh of her backside.

"Oh! Don't!"

But the choice was not something that she had in the matter as Antonio loomed, a grin on his muzzle.

"Don't worry..." He said in a tone that made her worry even more. "Abigail is fine... Your mother is fine. She's with me now, moving into the farm with me. You know the chicken farm down the road, Angelica, that's my place. I bet your mom's already pregnant, the number of times I've fucked her already."

Angelica's eyes widened.

"Mom!"

But her mother was a little tied up at that time and there was little she could do, panting and wriggling, the vibrating egg buzzing away inside her. As much as she squirmed, she could not help her daughter, her role there merely to enjoy, to watch her daughter be debased just as she had been initially by the fox.

She'd love it as much as Abigail had. But she'd have to experience it herself to know that.

Angelica wriggled on the bed, weakly trying to get away then, though the flight response was not as strong with her as it could have been. Maybe if she'd been quicker initially, she could have gotten away, but that was not an option as she blushed to be watched so closely, two furs, only one of which she knew, examining and lusting over her body. If that was even coming from her mother... That side was more humiliating than anything else.

"No... Please..."

She wriggled and fought back against him so much that Antonio was forced to grab the cuffs that Abigail loved to play with out of her bedside cabinet, locking both of her wrists to the slats in the headboard of the bed. She was splayed out for him like a treat to be devoured, kicking and squalling, though all that really came out of her lips was a squeak and a shriek, all so high-pitched that the fox's ears swivelled back and forth constantly.

She was too loud, really too loud - he had to quiet her somehow. But the best treat for a fox like him was between her legs as he dove down there, snaking his tongue straight into her pussy without giving her a chance to understand what was happening. She moaned, startled by the sound that came out of her lips, wriggling her hips, her tail twitching all the time as the bedsheets twisted and rumpled under her. It was not the most comfortable place to lie with the cotton making ridges under her body, but she had no choice at all in the matter as his long, vulpine tongue toyed with her body, seeking out her g-spot.

Or so it felt as his flexible tongue pulled over that bunch of sensitive nerves, again and again, her toes curling, feet flexing.

"Oh... Ohhh..."

That was better, much better, as he savoured the tart sweetness of the bunny on his tongue. Her hips pushed against him, calming down a little, though he still clutched her rump with one paw to keep her in place, claws pricking in, though she did not complain of any pain. Maybe that was his tongue, eating her out ravenously as if he had never gotten to savour such a taste before, even if it was a common occurrence, now that he had a kinky Abigail to slurp up into.

The bunny squirmed and tried to resist further, but it was difficult for her to do anything other than to moan, her eyes darting between the fox and her mother. Was it really true what the fox had said about them? With a scarf gagging her - it almost looked like a carrot with that shade of orange, green streaks potentially the leaves - Abigail was not able to help her daughter out in the slightest or assuage her fears. What Angelica did know, however, was that there was no fear in her eyes.

That might have to be enough for her as she relaxed a tiny fraction into the slurping attention of the fox's tongue, wriggling, panting, her shoulders aching from where she had pulled too vehemently on the cuffs. She had not known that she would ever struggle that much when cuffed.

Yet the fox enjoyed her thoroughly, Antonio keeping his claws dug into her thighs, the soft flesh of them squashing under his touch, the firmness of his hold. His tongue knew no limits as it slipped deeper and deeper into her, lapping and swirling, pulling back and up over her clit to see just how she squirmed for him.

"Mmm..."

Angelica relaxed, though she could not look the fox in the eye, even as his darker eyes danced, his fur a little ruffled where he had tussled briefly with her.

"Like mother, like daughter," he teased her, his tone soft with deeper implications lying underneath the surface. "She didn't take long to come around to my charms either."

If "charms" included a nice tongue slurping up inside, Angelica was not all that sure that it was not a fair deal, though she very much wished that she were not handcuffed to the bed. She tried to reach back to the wooden slats, to break free, but they were too old and well-made, all good furniture chosen by her mom, to snap under her small paws.

Yet Antonio made it harder for her to resist as he nuzzled into her pussy, the scent of her overwhelming. It almost didn't matter to him that his little prey bunny didn't want it, but her body did, as he drank down her juices, his throat working obviously, swallowing, licking up more and swirling his tongue around and around her clit. One could have been mistaken for thinking that he wanted her to feel good, so very good, that he would spend so much time eating her out, but it was all for his liking, all what Antonio specifically wanted to do.

She was so sweet, so sweet, like the caramel easter bunny, though not that sickly kind of sweet. He could have had a first helping and then a second helping and then a third, Angelica's delicate feet twisting and flexing lightly while he dug his tongue deeper and deeper.

The bunny did not know to hold back and neither did she have to as she moaned and rocked up, her hind paws against the fox's sides, hips - somewhere down there. All she knew was waves of pleasure as he more than simply skilfully brought her off and over the edge, shrieking and humping up against him, a nymph of sex grinding onto his muzzle without any thought. She might have still feared the fact that he was a fox, but her mind was nowhere near in the right place as he laughed, warm breath sweeping over her pussy, his tongue slurping and lapping, pulling her further and further through her orgasm, in complete control over her.

That said something as Angelica was very much not in control of her own body even as she panted and heaved, her head spinning, her body straining to relax held contractions, though there did not feel as if there was anywhere for her to go. She tugged, again, weakly at the handcuffs, but she had to stay where she was, quivering in the shreds of her clothing, her pussy soaked with her own juices and the fox's saliva. Did that mean that he was going to be nice to her if he'd gotten her off? Angelica's experience of males so far in life could only to be said to be as around the same as her mother, though she had managed to force them all to use protection.

She shivered. Would the fox wear a condom? She hadn't seen any. But she was brighter and a little more interested, panting even while she blushed, ears pricked and looking for the next thing, what Mr Fox might want her to do next. Truth be told, Antonio was still to introduce himself to her.

Names hardly mattered when one had been so...intimate, up close and personal, with someone else, perhaps.

"Are you going to be a good bunny now?" He teased, sliding his gaze down her body, her cutely fluffy feet catching his attention. "Or a bad bunny? Choose wisely."

He taunted her even as Angelica squeaked and nodded, looking to her mother. Yet the look in her mother's eyes, holding no expression with the scarf gagging her, neither reassured her or not. She didn't know what was okay, under the control of a predator who could do whatever he wanted to her and more.

Antonio bore down, more insistent than ever. Those orgasms were not enough for him, forcing her to submit through the pleasure of her body, his tongue lashing, swirling around her clit. As much as she squirmed, there was no getting away as his dick throbbed with need, her juices soaking into his muzzle, the triumphant taste of her lingering in the back of his mouth. Again, she could not control herself, hips rising, orgasm taking her, his command over her absolute, even if the slutty little bunny did not yet know it.

The sweetness of her pussy had brought the hardness of his prick to full, throbbing bliss, the tip gleaming with the faintest hint of pre-cum. If it had been Abigail that he was fucking, she would have already suckled it off him, but she was still tied to the chair, wriggling in place, the buzzing of the vibrating egg more noticeable in the quiet of the room.

She didn't feel like she had any other option, her lips moving but no sound coming out as the fox made use of her body. She didn't know what he was doing when he shuffled back to her feet, murmuring under his breath, lifting them as he pressed them together.

"Mmm... Such cute feet."

Oh, he loved that about her. To him, bunnies would always have gorgeously light and delicate feet, the kind that he could snuffle into, lick, tease...do anything at all he wanted to all day long. The fox would not have wanted it any other way as he nuzzled into her soles, holding her ankles tightly when her instinctive reaction was to kick. That would not do, simply would not do, but he admired her spirit, how there was a part of her that wanted to fight back, even then, even when it did not make any sense for her to do so.

After all, Antonio had the bunny where he wanted her and there was nowhere for her to go, whimpering, squirming, his tongue trailing over her foot, taking his time savouring the underside. With her bound, her mother tied up and watching her daughter's humiliation (probably getting off to it too), there was no rush for him. He could take all the time in the world with her, swirling his tongue around each of her toes in turn.

She wriggled and squirmed, confused as to what he was doing, trying to look down the length of her body at him, though the quiver of her breasts got in the way as he was not lifting her feet that high. Her toes felt tingly, everything too sensitive, his claws pricking into the points of her feet so that it both sent tiny shivers through her and ticklish waves.

"Um... Eeep!"

She squeaked as he hit a particularly ticklish spot, though the fearful giggle that bubbled forth was more confused than truly worried about anything.

"Mr Fox... Are you eating my feet?"

She was sure that it would have hurt a lot more than merely tickled if he was eating her feet, but she had no idea what foot play or foot worship was, therefore how could she have known the difference? Although predator and prey relations were still fraught those days, it was not as if all that many predators did succumb to that kind of base instinct anymore. Incidents were rare, regardless of where instinct remained.

"Noooo, little bunny."

He laughed, letting his breath tickle her soles and toes, dragging his tongue down to her heel. The fur was fine enough to not constantly become stuck to his tongue, tugging free of her body, though some stray hairs were to be managed, not to be helped.

"Though... Yes, in the same way that I ate your pussy out," he added, though remained evasive, as canny and as sly of a fox as he always was. "Call it...foot worship, bunny, that tells more. Feel it..."

He taunted her with her lack of power to fight back, licking her soles, squeezing her feet together, side by side, so that her toes were right next to one another. Her toes wriggled right in his face and he took his chance, ensuring that her ankles were firmly pinned together first, to suckle both into his mouth at the same time.

"Ohhhh!"

Angelica didn't know what to do with the many weird and wonderful sensations flowing through her, a strange kind of arousal warming her through. The fox's prick still had to be hard and she could not understand why he was spending so much time and attention on her feet, though even the dancing of his fingers over them brought more and more of a rise of ticklish sensations to her body. It was better when he used more pressure, but the fox seemed to know exactly what to do to get her squirming and laughing, sides aching from snatching breaths. She hadn't realised she'd spent that much time laughing, though one moment blurred into the next, such blurred lines of moments and sensations impossible to understand.

So, Angelica simply did not try, still scared but giggling and squeaking as his tongue played around her feet, drawing more and more seeping moisture from the plush, soft folds of her pussy. She was aroused, more so than she had ever thought she could have been with the fox, but she had felt something there when she had stripped down for him in the forest. Would she have done that if she had not even been a bit attracted to him? It was hard to tell where the line of attraction and obedience lay, being that he was a predator and half of her always would be trying to stay on his good side, to make sure that nothing happened to her.

Antonio did not care to ask what was going on in her head as he nibbled down each of her toes in turn, taking care with the pads, though those, as with all bunnies, were fluffy on the underside. There were no defined patches of skin when it came to them, but that made them all the more delightful for him to dig his fingers into and massage, focusing more on sucking and licking, even putting as much of his heel into his mouth as he could manage. Her squeak, more frightened that time, had him backing off, but only because there was only so much that he could avoid doing with his teeth for something like that. Rough play, in that regard, was not what Antonio was looking for.

But the hard throb of his cock, demanding attention, could not be ignored forever as he lifted her legs, bringing them up so that they made a right angle, give or take, from the rest of her body. Her toes pointed and he kissed them, a brush that could have been chaste from a lover's lips, right across the tips, catching the biggest toe and the two next to it, the bunny shivering. She might not have known what she was doing with him, but she was just as much of a slut as her mother.

"Lie still, cutie... Here's the carrot!"

He laughed at his own joke, but Antonio would not be in a place to make jokes for much longer as the tip of his cock pressed up to his folds. Angelica shivered and squeaked, folding her ears back, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she had so far. Yet her pussy throbbed as if she was burning up from the inside out, dripping with wetness that betrayed her arousal. She didn't have to understand it for it to be so.

"Um..."

The bunny squirmed, blinking up at him, though if that was her best flirtatious look, she'd best stick to selling make-up and skincare products. It would get her somewhere...but not far in the throes of passion.

"Do you have a condom? Fox? Mr Fox?"

Antonio ignored her, not asking for permission as he pushed into her, shuffling in closer, dragging her buttocks up onto his lower thighs, just so that he could get even deeper into her. But Antonio did not care if he didn't use the full length of his cock, only that he got what he needed from her - and that was both a dose of pleasure and the tease of her feet. In such a position, they pressed up perfectly against his muzzle as he lapped and toyed with them to his delight, all to his pleasure, tongue pulling between the toes, leaving not a single part of her delicious feet untouched.

The bunny whimpered, though she clung backwards, over her head, to one of the pillows, seeking out some sense of stability as things twisted and turned around her, all out of her control. For a moment, she forgot that he was a fox and she a bunny, moaning as he filled her with long, deep strokes of his cock, as savage as others that had fucked her, though not so much that he hurt her. It was almost as if he was being considerate in fucking her, but that was, in all honesty, merely because his lips and tongue were elsewhere, nuzzling and kissing at her feet.

"You're younger and more energetic..." The fox murmured against her feet, lapping her soles, teasing around the curve of her soft heels. "But you lack your mother's experience... Let me teach you."

His strokes grew harder as the bunny squirmed, but it was not as if she could do all that much, being handcuffed as she was. She whimpered and tried to push back, though her energy was restrained, her orgasm sweeping over her from the touch of his cock alone, though she did not yet understand all the sensitive nerve-endings in her feet too that helped her get there.

She squealed and panted, whimpering, begging for it, though her words were incoherent, garbled rubbish, need coursing through her. She forgot who he was, just that he wanted to get off again and again, the restriction adding a strangely delicious edge to it all.

If she was bound, restrained in some way, she was not in control. And that made it a good thing, a very good thing, squeaking and whimpering, humping up, though she did not have all that much leverage to grind up from. That did not matter, only her enthusiasm, the fox huffing hotly against her feet as her rippling, pulsing pussy, as erratic as the twitching muscular contractions were, coaxed him nearer to the edge.

"Oh, oh... Mr Fox..."

"Call me Antonio, bunny. I already know your name."

She tried to remember his name, though she didn't consider how he'd known her name, too much history there already that she did not know. All she knew was how good his dick felt inside her, breaking down the last vestiges of resistance inside her. All in all, she was just the slut that her mother was, perpetuating the stereotype of her species, the frantic, frenetic urge to breed that they all had. Only in the case of Abigail's family, they had not been able to control it.

He did not hold back as he thrust and thrust, grinding deep into her, even inhaling the scent of her feet. He growled against her, nipping more sharply at her feet while orgasm took him, the bunny gasping. That he had a condom was for the best as his seed flowed into her, the bunny squirming, whimpering, panting through orgasm even then.

"Oh, oh..."

She could not help it, a post-orgasmic mess, his cum and her juices drooling from her pussy as he pulled out, though the moments between orgasm and him pulling out seemed faded, as if they were far away. The cuffs fell aside - well, one dangling from her left wrist, but as free as she was going to be. She was vaguely aware of being hefted up in the fox's arms as if she weighed nothing at all, his paws on her tits, shoved down on all fours. By that point, she was able to catch herself, though what she found was her mother's pussy right in her face, pushed to the edge of the chair.

"Mmmph... Oh..."

"You felt my tongue on you, bunny," Antonio breathed, positioning himself behind her, tweaking her cottontail. "Do that to your mother or I might just gobble you all up."

That was a joke, but Angelica could only obey with a submissive whimper, pressing her lips to her mother's pussy, the buzzing from inside at least taking care of some of the work from her. she lapped tentatively at first, grunting, struggling, the fox not telling her what he was doing until it was too late, holding her hips firmly in place as he bore into her unprotected backside, pushing deeper and deeper. He didn't know whether she had ever had anal sex before, but neither did he have to ask her.

"Unff..."

The position meant that he did not get to enjoy her feet as much, but the tightness of her arse as he fucked her was a close second, defiling her backside with stroke after stroke of his hard prick. He had more stamina again the second time around, stretching her out, forcing her muzzle harder and harder into her mother's pussy, sometimes even when it didn't seem like she was letting up or trying to just "look" like she was eating her out.

"Get her off, cutie, don't slack off."

Angelica whimpered, her cries muffled as she tried to suckle on her mother's clit. It was wrong, what she was doing, but she still didn't have a choice as she dipped her tongue into her mother's pussy, driven on by sexual need, the taste of her mother's juices egging her on. Did she taste like that? Were they similar? She could barely remember as her sexual experiences had changed so much and gained so much over a single day.

If she didn't think about it too much, it was okay, though her backside strained around the length of him, softening a little as she got used to the motion. He shoved her into her mother's pussy with every stroke, though the wetness of her own pussy must have dripped over her anal ring, giving her the chance for a little lubrication.

She could not orgasm with such a thing, but, slowly, her hips rose, grinding back at him, some depraved part of her knowing that she wanted it too, even if she could not understand what she was doing. She ate out her mother with raw need, slurping and lapping, her mother grunting into the gag with orgasm, more of her juices slithering down around the egg as Angelica dipped her tongue into as much of her pussy as she could reach. But the pleasure of the moment was for the fox too as he snarled, hammering into her backside, taking her more roughly than he'd bred her pussy, threatening to blow.

Antonio neither knew nor cared how long it took, as long as he had his fill, erupting into the bunny's tight backside with her mother's juices seeping into the chair, triumph overcoming him. Spurt after spurt of cum filled her arse, though it was not wasted - not when there was already a load of seed in her pussy, working its way up to her womb, if he was fortunate enough to have impregnated her the first time.

He did not draw out as he pushed Angelica's head, lips still wet with the taste of her mother, down to her mother's feet, taunting her. He swore Abigail's cheeks turned pinker under her white fur at the sight.

"Kiss them, your mother's feet. Look how tiny and cute and fluffy they are... Just like yours!"

Angelica squeaked and did as she was told, head spinning, shaking all over, hardly aware of what she was doing as her head was forced into place. She had to kiss, laying soft kisses tenderly over her mother's feet, including the toes, though it made her ears stick up in surprise as her toes wriggled.

"Come on, bunny, you know the game... This little piggie..."

Antonio goaded her on, his backside still tight around him, though his load was spent. Angelica blushed, poking her mother's toes, inadvertently tickling them as Abigail squirmed.

"Um... This little piggie went to market."

She nuzzled at her mother's big toe. Was that right?

"This little piggie stayed home."

Her mother whimpered. She suckled on her mother's toe as the fox pushed her head down, forcing her lips there. There was little force to be had, however, as she moaned and suckled, merely needing that direction and guidance.

"This little piggie had roast beef."

Her mother's toes were soft under her lips, the fox controlling, dominating, taking charge where Angelica had never truly felt that she was in charge at all. She swirled her tongue around the next of her mother's toes, suckling, need rising in her, though she could not fully understand it. Not yet, at least.

"This little piggie had none."

Angelica blushed, though it was not as embarrassing as what else had happened. She knew the rhyme, one that had been passed down through generations, yet it was oddly fitting, even if it threw a ludicrous desire to giggle into her mind. But that would not do, not as her pussy tried to clench around a cock that just wasn't there.

"Finish the rhyme, Angelica."

Squeezing her mother's smallest toe, she jiggled it gently, pressing her lips to it.

"And this little piggie cried wee wee wee all the way home!"

"Mmm... Cute little bunny..."

The fox drew her back, hungry for something else, his cock half-hard, slipping from her as her backdoor entrance gaped darkly. It would tighten up again, of course, for that was the way of the body, but it was a kinky look for a "just got fucked" bunny and one that Antonio wanted to see more of between the two of them.

"Look how much your daughter has grown..." He teased Abigail, groping Angelica's tits right in front of her. "What a good bunny she is!"

His fingers dug into her breasts, one dipping to her pussy, squeezing her mound, a finger dipping inside, though he wiped it off on her fur.

"Get down. My dick needs cleaning."

There was a teasing, cheeky tone to his voice, though he knew it would be obeyed either way. They were his, both of them, the daughter getting there slowly, even though it was coming, bit by bit. Her mother being there would surely help ensure her obedience, regardless of what Angelica may have wanted from it.

She dropped to her knees, taking his dick into her mouth, not caring where it had been, only that she was doing what he wanted, eyes closed, whimpering. Her tongue swirled around it, but she was very clean "back there", so it was not that much of a problem, not so much, even if it was even more demeaning than ever to her. She whimpered, the fox grabbing her ears, using them as a handle as he fucked her mouth briefly, cock softening, slowly.

"Untie yourself."

What? Angelica's eyes snapped open in time to see that her mother had never been tied up, not really, not at all - or at least to a point where she was able to free herself easily. The vibrating egg remained inside her as the white bunny cast the makeshift ties aside, a smile on her lips, ungagging herself.

"You did so good, honey!"

Although Abigail may have worried for her daughter, there was a part of her that thought that no harm could come to Angelica as long as she was around and her daughter's moans had told the tale of her enjoyment. It might not have been conventional, but Antonio pushed Angelica towards her, allowing the bunnies only one option.

For that moment, Abigail took control, drawing her daughter to her in a warm, tight hug, not caring that their breasts were pressed together. But it was the fox how made sure that their lips were touching, Abigail's lips parting impulsively, blushing heavily as she imagined that she was being forced to make out with her own daughter. Yet how could such a thing be forced when she enjoyed it so much? Her breast rose as her chest heaved with breath, tongues lusciously sweeping up against each other, cum trickling from both of Angelica's holes.

"Yes... God, that's hot."

Antonio laughed, grinding up behind Angelica as if he was going to fuck her again, though he would take some time, a little more time, just to recover and get hard again. That was more than alright as he would take round after round of fucking fun from the mother and daughter pair, a pair of does within his grasp for him to repeatedly please himself with.

For that was all a predator like him could ever have wanted as he used their bodies, groping and squeezing as he pleased, tickling their feet, tumbling them onto the bed so that they may be better positioned for him. Everything was by his design, exactly as the fox desired for his kinky little duo.

Finally, when Antonio was satisfied, all three of them sprawled across the bed with the fox in the centre, taking the prime position, as was his right. Though he was not tired yet, the bunnies heaving and panting for breath, smirking as he wriggled down between them so that he was by their feet.

"Both of my bunnies together..." He crooned. "How lovely."

Maybe it was lovely for him, but it was not quite what they had expected to come from the day, even though it had had duly lustful ends for both of them.

"Press your feet together."

The bunnies blinked, but managed to comply, squirming and adjusting themselves until he told them exactly how he wanted them to be, one crossing their foot over the opposite one of the other bunny. It gave him two pairs of feet to adore together, though the feet pressed together belonged to each of the bunnies, so he got a taste of worshipping both of their feet at the same time.

It was the best place for him, adoring their feet, indulging in his kink as much as he wanted, suckling on both big toes at once as his bunnies wriggled and squirmed. They might have wanted to pull away, but Abigail shot her daughter a knowing look and a wink that quieted her, at least for the moment, settling her down while the fox slurped around their toes. The ticklish sensations were still there, but a little less so in lieu of his foot worship, which was not as bad as Angelica could have imagined it to be, in the end, though she still didn't quite know what that was all about.

He languished where he was, exulting in his triumph over not just Abigail but her daughter too, who would surely end up pregnant, just the same as her mother. His cock lazily rose to half-mast as he indulged himself, lapping over the underside of their toes, lightly lifting their feet so that he could better reach their toes without bending, though he had to be gentle so that he did not disengage where their ankles crossed. He wanted them together, all for his pleasure.

To Antonio, that was the only thing that mattered.

He took his time, slow and sensual, though if the bunnies responded to it, it went over his head. It was not for Antonio to worry about, the fox that had bested and outfoxed them both, though he had surely done a much better job of it than the wolf in the Red Riding Hood story. The red cape still lay, the edges torn and strings around the neck dangling, over the edge of the bed, though he did think Angelica looked quite fetching in it. Maybe he'd have to have her wear it next time he pinned her and fucked her...

He lapped and adored their feet until he tired of them, not wanting to go for another round, though he was sure that that would come later. On searching for a little sustenance, he only found the picnic basket of Angelica's, which she had brought along with her, though it was full of a selection of fruits that would be perfect for hand feeding the cute bunnies.

When he returned with the basket in paw, still nude, Angelica had her head on her mother's shoulder, the two oddly close, considering they were naked.

"If that's okay, mom, things aren't going so well. I thought I could try the same thing as my sister, but, well, maybe she's better at sales than I am. I even shouted it out in sex, like that was going to help, trying to do a bit of that..." Angelica tucked her nose down, eyes glistening. "I'm not good at it... It was silly of me to bring the picnic basket... Like that was going to make any difference. But I could be here for a bit? I can stay, is that okay?"

The fox's ears pricked.

"What's going on?"

"She's been fired," Abigail said, softly stroking her daughter's ears. "Poor little thing... They are like that with our prey species though, everyone seems to think we're disposable. Businesses don't care. But don't worry, darling... You're going to be safe, of course, you can move in."

But it was Antonio that Abigail looked to, as if for permission, and he understood her implications.

"Ahhh, I see..."

Lying on the bed with them, he petted the spotted bunny's ears. So soft.

"Yes... That means I don't have to hunt you down, sweet one."

He growled as Angelica flinched away, though she was slowly becoming used to the strange noises the fox made.

"W-what do you mean?"

She still saw him as a predator. Antonio hoped that would never change even as he allowed her to see a flash, once more, of his sharp teeth.

"I mean, your mom is coming to live with me already. So, that's where you will come too. Don't you agree?"

She didn't know what else to do other than to agree, nodding meekly.

"Yes, Antonio. But...that's not all of it, is it?"

His eyes glittered.

"No... No, you're right. I want all of you and it's only a matter of time before your other sister, the last of the family, will be with me too. I want you all and I'm going to look after you all too, all living safe and sound on my farm. You don't have to work if you don't want to, not with me to provide - and you're going to be busy enough looking after all the little bunnies and foxes I'm going to put in you."

Antonio chuckled darkly.

"Oh, I wouldn't be surprised if you get pregnant from this today, Angelica, but I intend to make sure you are very, very soon, if not... It's what your mom wants for you too, what's best for you. You need someone to provide for you and a big family on my farm is the perfect solution."

Angelica shrank back meekly even as her mother giggled and hugged her, one arm around her shoulders.

"It's all fine, honey, don't worry. Everything's okay."

Antonio took the picnic basket, finding grapes and apples and oranges inside - some of which could be cut up carefully with a tiny fruit knife, a wooden chopping board inside that was really only suitable for one piece at a time. The sharp tang of orange coloured the air as he peeled it, though they were happy to lie back, relaxing a little more under his attention, while he fed them oranges and grapes and carefully cut slices of apple.

"I don't need anything to eat, of course," he quipped, eyes dancing with vulpine mischief. "I'm already full from eating you out, Angelica..."

He let her squirm under that comment, before pressing on, the after-sex conversation, still, one of his favourite parts, savouring the settling of everything.

"Why did you visit then? Was it only because you needed to move back in?"

Angelica sighed.

"No, I miss mom... My sister isn't near anymore, I don't know what's she's doing. Everyone takes advantage of a bunny in town, I'm not..."

She blushed and shook her head. She had tried to get away so that she wouldn't get taken advantage of anymore - and what had she ended up doing? Whether it was sex, work or her personal relationships, nothing seemed to go quite as Angelica planned it. But the fox, at least, offered something in return, and there was an element of protectiveness with him. At least, that was what she hoped she felt. She trusted him in part only because her mother did and that little bit of scrappy trust would have to be enough for the time being.

"I want to have company again, but the money... If you don't mind me staying...that would be great."

"I'm more than willing to take you in, Angelica, there is plenty of room there. It'll be better with not one but two does there. The place is too quiet with only me there and I'm sure you could be a great help with the chicken farm. There's no need for either of you to go without."

He meant more than simply housing them, licking his lips, though Angelica's looks were becoming more and more curious. She had no idea of his ulterior motives, if there even were any, but there was no harm to be had there, not for the moment, at least.

"Thanks, Antonio... Mr Fox..."

She giggled, shaking her head, ears flopping a little from one side to the other, though he laughed right along with her. Feeding his toes, feeling their lips tickle at his fingers, he was right where he wanted to be, forming his own little harem of bunnies, though there was still one sister left to take.

Abigail rested her head on his chest, full and content, the vibrating egg still in her pussy, though it had been switched off. There was something there, something growing between them, though that would only be told with time, the bond that had been begun between them a little more present every day. After all, they needed more time to get to know each other. While living together, all they would have would be time.

All the while, Antonio's plans moved, his mind working as his eyelids grew heavy, Angelica keeping a watchful eye on him. What Abigail's daughter did not know was that he had, of course, locked the door again. He wasn't about to risk her getting away on a whim of flight.

Two out of three. The fox smirked, on the edge of sleep.

Soon, he would have the third...