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"Wake up."

Huh?

"Wake up. It's time to get up."

And I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep.

Oh. I guess it's time for me to stop writing this in third person, heh. Sorry. It's a habit sometimes. I had become a creative writer, after all. At least, I tried. You gotta find some way to pass the time...

Anyway. Now that I'm out of the sometimes-pretentious manner of speaking, let me introduce myself--I'm Levi. I'm the rabbit son of the father. I can't even remember his name anymore, to be honest. I don't think he ever even told me his real name. But, either way, my name is Levi.

(To be honest, I don't know why I'm introducing myself. You already know my name. Is it really necessary?)

Okay, back to the story at hand.

My father woke me up the next morning--which was a Monday. I thought it was time to go to school, but in my half-awake and dazed state, I couldn't move my mouth to formulate the words to ask him what time it was, either. I decided to simply turn my head and look at the clock. It was way too late to be woken up for school.

It was 9:30AM. Usually, I have to wake up at around 7:00 to get to school by 8:00. And it was obviously too late to do that.

"Dad," I muttered in my half-awake state, "is it a holiday?"

He chuckled at me. "Kind of, my lovely son."

He bent down and kissed me on my muzzle-tip. I chrred and returned it with a bright smile, though my eyelids were about one-fourth open.

"We're going camping."

My floppy ears picked up a little bit. I didn't exactly know how to respond--well, I knew not to complain, but I didn't know how to positively respond. Camping sounded fun.

"Now, get up and pack." He lifted me out of bed, kissed me again, and gave me a slap to my bottom. I gave a young, boyish, and rather teasing giggle. I really loved my father. He was a wonderful man, and an amazing lover. On top of this, though, he was incredibly sexy. I just wanted to play with him all day, to wear those panties for him and bend over, lift my tail, and let him have his way with me.

I was hypnotized.

I crawled out of bed, grabbed my blue-white back-pack and pulled out my school stuff. I packed a few pairs of clothes, a few pairs of underwear, and a few pairs of socks. I didn't know exactly how long we were going to be camping or what we were going to be doing, so I just packed the bare essentials. I went into the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush, toothpaste, and brush, then threw those into my bag as well. After that, I was ready to go.

Thing is, I wasn't dressed yet. That was a problem. I padded out of the bathroom, and before I could go, my father blocked the way, grinning down at me--fully clothed.

"Seems a bunny boy forgot to put on his clothes."

I blushed.

"You know the punishment for forgetfulness of that kind of thing."

I winced. But I smiled.

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I had my head lowered a little bit in shame as we drove toward the campsite. Well, it wasn't really an official campsite, though. It was just a forest area.

The reason I had my head hung in shame was because I don't like going about this way in public. My father had tied me up again, though in a different manner. My hands were behind my back, and I was mobile, but the rope was tied much like a harness. The rope knotted at my chest, curling out into six different directions--north, south, east, west, northwest and northeast. The rope going south was the only thing keeping me civil, hiding my sheath and tailhole. The rope all tied back to my wrists and held me in place. I enjoyed the look and feel, but not driving through public. And to top this all off, I had a black, fur-laced bondage collar locked in place on me. Literally locked--there was a small heart-shaped golden locket on the back of my collar, keeping it in place.

I could feel people staring at me. I could feel the hunger growing in their bellies for my young, barely teenage body. At that age, I wanted them just as much as they wanted me. I blame my father for hypnotizing me so, though. Even though he didn't do it intentionally, he still did it.

And at that age, I loved him for it.

We made our way to the campsite. Once I stepped on the soil, I realized that I had forgotten to pack those panties. I cursed under my breath. I was surprised that my father didn't hear me do so.

He reached into the trunk and got out a long collar--one fit for a dog. He padded over to me and put the metallic loop on one end of my collar. He smirked at me, then tugged me over to a tree. He wrapped the leash around the tree, then tied it firmly to it. He bent down to be eye-level with me.

"I'm going to set us up, sweety," he spoke softly to me as he brushed his strong hand across my cheek. His touch made me shiver. "So just stay here." He slowly bent upward, ran his fingers under my chin, then went back to the car to set up the tent.

This was about the time that I lifted my head to look up at the forest. There was no sky--there was only green. The trees appeared endless as they disappeared into the green of the leaves above. Behind the green was a complex highway of branches that never ended.

I wiggled my hands in the tight rope confines my father put on me, just staring up at the trees.

I lost track of time, apparently, as I could have sworn only a minute passed. But it was apparently more, as the tent and all our stuff was ready. And so was my father.

He stripped himself of his clothes in the tent while I lost myself in the criss-crossing roads of branches above, then padded over to me and unwrapped my leash from the tree, but not from my collar.

I guess you could say that my father was always ready. I guess you could also say that I was always ready. We were both stereotypical bunnies--lusty as hell. And we found our outlets, fortunately. I loved being taken by my well-hung sugar-daddy, and he loved to take me.

He led me by the leash to the tent, tugging me along. I obliged, with a silly, kid-smile on my face.

Once we were settled within the spacious tent, he zipped up the front. All the windows were equally zipped up. The only possible way one would be able to see into it was through the top--and fortunately, the tarp had that covered. We were completely covered. No one could see in.

I averted my eyes from his hands on the zipper over to him. But the jutting pink from his crotch made me avert my eyes again. They trailed there instead.

My father reached over and grabbed the knot that held my harness together. He worked his hand around--and almost like magic the south-traveling rope was freed while the rope-harness was kept in tact. He slowly tossed it aside. I shivered, being exposed completely now, but before I even knew what had happened, I was on my back, staring at my ankles as they hovered over my face. I shot my eyes up and saw my father, silently snarling at me. As I lay on my back like that, the rope which used to make me proper made me once more naked, completely exposed to my father's wishes.

He pressed his weight into me. I winced slightly as the weight of his body pressing mine meshed my hands into the tent floor, my palms digging into the fleshy ground hiding under the tarp. It was just slightly painful, but not enough for me to complain. He brought his arms to my shoulders and held me down. I closed my eyes. I knew what was coming.

He brought his length to my entrance, and slowly rubbed his head back and fourth. I moaned out happily, my young cock extending from its white sheath almost instantly, throbbing hard with desire and want. The scent of the forest around me apparently made me--and apparently him--even more aroused than usual. I could feel myself becoming warm just from the feeling of his thick member teasing at my tight, young tailhole. How I remained tight all these times we played was a mystery to both he and I. But we didn't question.

What happened next was new, however. He just kept teasing. The head kept running back and fourth across my entrance. Pre-seed slicked out and caressed my hole, making it wet. The cool forest air that filtered into the tent from the top opening made me coo with delight. He slowly pulled away, then pushed himself forward again, rubbing more and more at me. I whimpered more and more each time he did this. He smirked the more I whimpered. When I got to my peak of need, he completely pulled away. Bound by both weight and silky delight, I looked at my father curiously in the only way I could--by tilting my head.

He chuckled darkly at me. His fingers slowly ran down to tease at my entrance. My eyes closed again and I cooed with delight, pressing my rump into his touch. The more he touched me without filling me, the hornier I got. I could sense that he knew this. And he was using this for his advantage.

The soft but powerful, thick digit of my father ran back and fourth around my hole, side to side. He traced all around the oval entrance, only pushing the tip inside, but quickly pulling it out again. He gave me a sample, but not the full course. It caused me to whine again. I bit my lip. I knew now where this was heading. He wanted me to beg.

He caught wind of me biting my lip. He caught wind of me whining out. He smirked and rolled back up over me, his teeth showing in a wicked smile. He lewdly licked over my nose and whispered into my ear.

"What does my loving child want?" he huskily and lustfully questioned.

I lost all control. I felt my mind collapse under the power of my father's voice, touch, and sexuality. I was drunk with a hunger for... for him.

"I want you to fuck me, daddy," I whimpered to him. "I want you to make me your little boy--or girl. I want you to have your way with me. I want you to use all force and have me how you please!"

Looking back on those words now, I can't believe I actually uttered them. I'm hardly one to beg. But he knew how to press my buttons.

Yet when I said that, he looked at me as if he knew I was going to say that. But either way, he obliged.

"As my little girl wishes," he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, holding the kiss there for a long moment. There was no tongue for what seemed like forever. Silence fell upon the insides of the tent while the kiss lasted.

After eternity, he pushed his tongue into my muzzle. Without any hesitation, I swallowed. I wrapped my lips around the long, pink muscle of my sexy father, pressing my tongue right to his with absolute lust and delight. If it weren't for the fact that the rope-harness tying me down, my arms would have been wrapped in the same sense of a lover's around my father's neck. They wiggled and attempted, but could not achieve what they wished.

I pressed my young, square muzzle right against my father's, my lips meshed to his as our tongues twirled around, tasting each other's saliva. His hips scooted forward, and once more, I felt his tip at my now somewhat loose, somewhat cool--but always ready--entrance. I eased my hips against his pushing length, moaning out into his mouth. Once more, that wicked smile fell upon his lips, and without warning, he shoved all ten inches into my young body.

I broke the kiss. I squealed with pure delight as my anal ring was forced to deal with the meat buried inside it. It stretched around the intruder, then squeezed without mercy around it. My father's testicles were held up by my tear-drop tail, each ball slightly drooping around it. The hefty sac was filled with seed. And every last drop would soon be in me.

He pulled his hips away, my ring of flesh tugging on his member as he pulled out. This caused him to moan with delight--and me to moan with delight as well. Sound resumed in the forest again. There was idle rustling as the trees swayed this way and that. When the sound stopped, he hilted inside of me again.

"Mmmm, while this is wonderful," he said, nosing down at me, grinding his hips against mine, "it's a bit boring. We've done it inside so often before." He smirked and slowly reached for the zipper on the tent, pulling it up.

My eyes shot open. I knew what he had in store. Lucky me that we were out in the wilderness rather than actually in the middle of the city. He's given me ideas about taking me to a dark alley and making love to me there, and the thought made me squirm. (Though the thought of other people watching and possibly joining in did kind of turn me on--they didn't have to necessarily know it was my father fucking me.) He's given me ideas about taking me to a bathroom, bending me over the toilet, and pounding me there. Each thought made me shiver.

While all this was on my mind, though, I was pulled outside, and pinned to the slightly damp grass below. My muzzle still faced my feet. My father's strong palms pressed back into my shoulders. He slid his thickness out of me for a moment, taking it all the way to the tip. I thought he was going to pull out. He reassured me, though, that he wasn't, by slamming back into me. I arched my head back and squealed.

The trees above rustled as wind blew through them, the complex highways of branches criss-crossing over the trees wrinkled and creaked. My father thrust into me again. I whined loudly again, my rumphole squeezing around him once more, attempting to milk him for all his fatherly flesh was worth. He growled at me, then bit down hard on my neck. His paws slid with blazing fast speeds down my body to grab my bottom, his claws digging deep into my tush. He lifted me a little off the ground and pinned me onto my back.

I noticed that the more and more we played, the more brutal he became. I enjoyed it each time, though I feared that later I would probably dislike it. I hoped I wouldn't. I did like it, after all.

He took me just as he did the other day in the shower, just as he did when he first tied me up, just as he did in the kitchen. It was wonderful. He pounded away at me, his powerful hips slapping mine, every last inch of his thickness stretching me. I met his thrusts with my own, though weak, and I continued to squeeze and massage his length with my well-trained hole. He groaned out and bit harder on my neck. Blood trickled from his fangs.

The pain seared throughout my body, and I squealed into the depths of the forest. A sole crow fluttered away--the only bird I heard, anyway. But after that squeal, I moaned loudly.

"Fuck me, daddy!" I begged him. "Make me your boy-toy!"

I felt a slight break in the rhythm of his thrusting. I must have surprised him. But nonetheless, he took my words with a loud growl and thrust harder. By each second, he thrust into me twice. My prostate was getting the ride of its life now. The pain rolling through my body only caused pleasure. The blood trickled from my soft, snow-white neck and onto the green, grassy floor below.

My father figured out, finally, that he had pierced my neck. He also realized that I hadn't asked him to stop. He pulled his muzzle away from my neck and lifted it up toward the forest. He was panting the loudest I've ever heard him pant. He must have been enjoying this as much as I was.

My eyes were shut as tight as they could possibly be. My mouth was dropped to the furthest it could drop. I met his pants. I squeezed his cock with my tight little bottom as he pounded away at me. All ten inches of his thick dick just slammed into me as if I were but a whore.

Another surprise for today. He grabbed my young little dick and started jerking it furiously. I suddenly went over the edge.

"Daddy!" I screamed my loudest into the forest. I wanted everyone to hear that I loved my father. I loved it when he fucked me. I loved it when he took me like a toy, like a pet, like--like anything! I loved it when he just took me! And he loved it to, as he met my scream with a scream of my name at a higher volume. He came.

I went over another erotic cliff. My dick throbbed and twitched, my anal ring fluttered and suckled around that thick shaft spitting inside of me, filling me with creamy rabbit seed. The warmth I felt from both the mental pleasure of my father cumming inside me for god knows which time now and the physical fire of seed shooting into my rump just set me aflame. I shot my seed--however much of it at that age--onto his palm.

Silence fell over the forest again. The only sound that permeated throughout the area was our panting. I opened my eyes and smiled at my father. I leaned forward and kissed him with hungry pleasure, my fingers wiggling about. They whined to my mind and asked to be free, but I couldn't help. I wanted to hug him, and squeeze him, and show him my affection. But I couldn't. I was tied down.

"I love you, daddy," I said softly to him, pulling my lips away slowly and falling back onto the ground.

He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at me. He returned the kiss, then brought his hands to my rope-harness. He undid the front-end, then reached under me and untied my wrists. At lightning-fast speeds, I wrapped them around his neck. He chuckled a little and grabbed my rump, then lifted me up.

"I have been blessed," he whispered to me, kissing my cheek.

We snuck back into the tent. He zipped it up quickly. The whole time, he never dropped me. He never pulled himself out of me, either. We were too content in climax to actually pull away from each other. He maneuvered me into the extra-large sleeping back with him, and curled up around me. I curled up into his embrace.

I love my father. I love my father.

I really do.