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Becca was a bunny, a cute one at that. They tend to be that way! Unfortunately for her, she didn't quite agree with bunny policies that had been in place since well before she was born. Rather than being a wanton slut who sat on every cock she could, the little cunt was so anti-sex that it lead all men around her to believe she was nothing but an evil tease. Bunnies were supposed to be there to relieve your stress! If you wanted one, you just bent her, even him over. Thought one was cute? Slap 'er on the ass, they like that. It wasn't even sex really, it was masturbation to plow a bunny. Becca didn't think that way though!

Sure, bunnies got jobs but that was a sham. Bunnies occupied positions that were glorified prostitution and roleplay. Any place with a bunny secretary often had a real secretary, who was likely also screwing the bunny. An assembly line bunny was more likely to spend most of his or her time in the break room being screwed. That just lead to the idea that bunnies were lazy and always on break! It infuriated her and made her blush like crazy. Thank god for fur.

The cutie dressed to show her disdain. Her short and petite body was covered in black clothing that contrasted her white fur. She always wore a baggy black hoodie with an angry cartoon rabbit on the back. She would never place it over her pert, B-cups of course lest she be inviting people to stare there. Yet the baggy hoodie worked against her, draping over her to show her jiggly fun bags even better. Of course no one informed her of this, thinking it was part of her intentional teasing strategy. Her jeans were also pure black and baggy, so baggy that they actually hung off her a bit and were kept up only by the glory of her cute ass. Sure, that didn't draw attention to her butt at all with it being the only thing holding her jeans up. A regular Hot Topic shopper for sure. To add to it, her hair was dark black and long, where most rabbits favored short hair for convenience. They often had a lot to wash out after all.

Becca paraded around her school in that outfit, hopping nimbly over any bunnies left discarded and panting on the floor during free periods. She changed in the changing room with the girls, rather than in the boys changing room. She even did well enough in class, getting solid Bs from any teacher willing to actually look over her work. Of course she wasn't afraid to pick fights with any of the teachers who didn't at least attempt to grade her properly. Any attempts to get her to fuck for her grades was completely refused!

She was really a mystery to people, even if not one of a kind. Of course her mother and sisters were quite proud of her in secret. 18 years old and still hardly any partners, doing what she liked. She might even get a job of some real value! It was still surprising when she was invited to go visit a local college though! First a letter, which she had thought was fake, followed by a phone call. She was thrilled that the college wanted her to come out and observe a lecture by one of the teachers, he needed assistance. Of course she had been asked to 'assist' in many Sex Ed. classes, but that had been a humiliating request. This filled her heart with joy and made her wish she had lots of friends to boast to.

When the day for the lecture came, teachers were actually thrilled that she was skipping class. Life was so much easier when the problem bunnies were the ones they had to drag out from under desks during lessons. Becca had been told that dressing up wasn't required and that local colleges were very informal so she wore her typical outfit. The rabbitch was completely shocked at how helpful people were in finding the class. Not one of them tried to bend her over or grope her. These were serious minded students who didn't have time to waste messing up the clean halls, or dragging girls off to corners! She finally found the class room and took a seat in the vacant front row since she felt too nervous to talk to anyone.

The class was full of males of different species, which had surprised her. They looked at the only girl in the room with a bit of curiosity and amusement, but she tried not to let it bother her. It wasn't as if she didn't ignore stares all the time anyways. The class title was written on the board, with her name beside it!

"Soc 240 - Appreciating Bunnies Welcome Guest Becca"

It made her even more thrilled to see that she was being treated quite special. She was sure it was going to be the best day in her life, since it was already the best she could ever remember. She couldn't stop smiling as she thought about what the content of the class might be.

At the start of the class, the teacher walked in and shut the door behind him in a surprisingly soft manner for such a large wolf. He was one of the largest wolves that she had ever seen, practically the size of a bear. He was wearing a pair of dress pants and a simple shirt, with no shoes much like herself. Though it seemed like the size of his claws on his feet might be the main issue for him rather than the lack of places that sold rabbit shoes. He waves to Becca as he came in, which made her feel awkward and giddy. When he finally started his lecture, her attention was completely on him as she tried to absorb every word.

"Bunnies are perfectly designed for society," the wolf said with an air of authority. "It's similar to how farmers used to have many children because they didn't have to send them to school for long periods, they could rely on them to work. Bunnies pay is low, but they live in low cost housing and often have 6 or more children. Some up to 20! With each offspring able to work at 13, it becomes highly profitable to be a proper slut. That makes their living style even more cohesive with their jobs and why bunny communities grow to such large sizes. "

Becca's floppy ears had been standing at attention to listen to the lecture, but she started to get a sick feeling in her stomach. The look of joy on her face had slowly turned to confusion and a bit of embarrassment as she realized the class might not be so bunny-friendly. At least not her version of bunny friendly, typically those kind of people thought they were the pro-bunny ones and that Becca was being a deviant.

"With bunnies in a community it allows for young males to learn about sex consequence free. No offspring to take care of and at a benefit to the bunny even if they do knock her up! And no awkward explanations on the parents behalf as their son is likely to have acted on any curiosity before he feels the need to ask his parents. Fortunately male rabbits aren't half as fertile as females, then the population would really be out of control and we might have to worry about our girls more," he chuckled.

Becca hid her face in her hands, feeling totally embarrassed. It was at that moment her name was called though. By the time she could peek through her fingers, the large man was already standing over her.

Her ears were gripped as a handle, which sent a shiver through her whole body and immediately ended any resistance from her as she was dragged out of her seat. Her ears, like all bunnies, were incredibly sensitive. They were practically sexual organs themselves, the way they radiated intense sexual sensations through their bodies. As hers were tugged each step across the room, she felt her pussy starting to tingle and moisten up much to her total embarrassment. Soon she was standing in front of the room of college students, sure they knew she had just been made wet. The look of shame was clear on her face. She couldn't bring herself to look up at the entire room staring at her.

"See that? Nature's really made rabbitches easy to control. Their ears make up for their height so that you can see them from afar more easily. On top of that, they're extra sensitive so that you can easily grab one without causing any pain," to emphasize the point, he pulled up on Becca's ears.

She let out a surprised gasp as she was lifted right up onto her toes. Her weak hands flailed around to try and grab for her ears, but they were playfully swatted back every time she got close. While her ears were tugging, sexual sensations wracked her petite body. Sensations of sexual ecstacy shot down through the pleasure oriented areas of her brain, striking her little breasts so that her tiny nipples stiffened, straight into her pussy with such intensity that it was like he was directly rubbing her clit.

"Stop! Oh, f-fuck!" She cried out as she realized that she was there to supplement the humiliating lecture on bunny sexuality.

She started trying to hop to get the pressure off her ears, which brought a wave of laughter from the students and the professor. Each hop made her breasts jiggle rapidly, which furthered her humiliation. It did nothing to help though, simply changing the way her ears were handled from the feeling of light pressure to a sharp tug every time she came back onto her toes. Each time there was a tug from her own hopping, the pleasure that shot through her felt even sharper, growing stronger the more times it happened. The prudish rabbit was having her bunnycunny stimulated in front of the whole room and all she could do was amuse them.

Pressure felt like it was welling up in her, driving her crazy. The more the sensations shot through her, the more she felt the heat building up in her most private areas. The dripping felt like the way steam started to get released when a kettle began to boil. She had never masturbated before in her life, determined not to be the slutty cocksocket every one of the bunnies she knew was. Her lifelong refusal to pleasure herself made the agonizing sensations even harder to resist so that soon she couldn't even bring herself to hop anymore. The whiny rabbit just let herself dangle from her ears so that the pressure inside of her built up even more.

It was like her body was on fire, she just couldn't stop squirming. It became too much and she tried to grab her crotch like she could somehow hold back the pressure welling up inside of her. The professor just used his free hand to playfully swat her own away from her crotch. He was bigger than her by several feet, it was like an adult pushing a child's hands away from cookies.

"Silly rabbit, now's not the time to play with yourself," he teased.

Her cheeks were burning red under her white fur, she was filled with so much humiliation and regret. All she could do was let out desperate gasps as she did everything in her power to control herself. She was shaking visibly for the class as they watched with renewed interest, some taking pictures and others even taking notes. Her humiliation wouldn't just be recorded, it would be thought over and used to torment other bunnies!

After a few minutes of the skillful display on how to handle rabbits, she felt the pressure overflowing out of her.

"NOOO!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and started to jerk and twitch while she hung by her ears.

Her body twitched rapidly, matching the rhythmic spasming of her insides as more wetness leaked out of her. The sexual feeling was so intense that it made her start biting on her thumb. She wanted to explode, but it was just leaking out of her slowly in one long, agonizing orgasm. She realized it was because he wouldn't let go of her ears, he wouldn't let the pleasure release properly, but she would NEVER beg him for that! Her body began to tremble more clearly so that even those in the back row could see it, until finally it had all drained out of her and the professor steadied her on her feet. He mercifully used his strong hands to hold her up by her shoulders, rather than her ears.

"We've got a wet one," the man said with a playful laugh as he indicated the soaked crotch of her jeans.

Becca felt humiliated as she tried to recover, unable to stop panting. The way he laughed and teased her was characteristic of how people felt about these kinds of things. He wasn't being any meaner to her than a little girl being teased about being unable to open her Christmas gifts. It was all in good fun as far as anyone in the room was concerned. She had willingly waltzed her way right in to be used in the demonstration after all. After his point about how wet he had gotten her was made clear, he set her down on the floor so she could recover on her own. His point was clear after all, he could control her sexually without even removing a stitch of clothing.

"I w-wan... Qu...it..." the uppity rabbit panted out.

She received a condescending pat on the head as the teacher said something that she didn't quite catch. It was clear that he wasn't letting her go though. She would have to take the bus home anyways, so it wasn't as if she could just leave at that moment, but going home was the only thing she wanted at the moment. By the time she had recovered some, his lecture was in full swing again, using her as the prop.

"See this practical white fur? Most bunny in this country are white because it hides the stains of male semen better," the professor explained as he stroked her hot cheeks. "But look at this! This little bunny wears black from her hair to her shirt!" His hand landed on her chest and gave her tits a jiggle through the loose clothing.

She felt totally berated as he casually bounced her chest, unable to lift one hand off the floor to stop it. She had to simply sit there on her hands and knees while he crouched down just so he could touch her when he wanted to.

"She's wearing black because she wants to show everyone there's not a stain of maleness on her," the teacher said.

Becca felt even more embarrassed that he said it. Of course she wanted people to know it, but she had never thought about them actually thinking of it that way. She had never really fully considered that her choice in anti-sexual apparel was still totally sex based.

"She's like a little bride wearing white, waiting to be taken! Isn't that right, Becca?" He asked.

She wanted to say something spiteful to him, but he put his strong hand on her head and made her bob it up and down. The close seemed enthralled at this information about how even resistant, anti-social rabbits were actually craving the cock. It made so much sense to them, after all!

She felt him push the front of her mouth up, but couldn't turn her head away from his grip. He started by rubbing her flat, bucked teeth with his fingers, but soon he was finger fucking her mouth. Her eyes went wide as she felt his fingers charge in and out of her warm, wet hole with ease so that she ended up coughing.

"You see, their teeth are totally flat. That's because they would never want to hurt your cock by scraping their teeth their. Bunnies aren't just meant for breeding, they have many different ways they can casually pleasure you. Rather you're waiting for your buddy to finish in one hole, or you just want a change of pace," he sounded like quite the authoritative voice on the subject but everything he was saying sounded so wrong to her.

She tried to push him back with her tongue, only for him to say she was already willingly licking his fingers. Finally, he pulled his fingers back and patted her cheeks a few times.

"Don't worry though, Becca. Today is all about you and that eager little bunny cunt you've got. I won't touch your mouth or your ass," he 'consoled' her.

Her green eyes went wide as she thought about it. She didn't want him using any hole, but it was clear at that point that her humiliation had a ways to go. She was going to be fucked. Being the disagreeable tease she was, Becca quickly rose to her wobbly feet and tried to start hurrying toward the door. She could barely put one foot in front of the other when she was gripped by her ears again though. This time he was sending a different message with his hand positioning. With his fist clenched firmly around the base at perfect height for her to stand, he was saying 'stand up straight and hold still'. She did so, not wanting to humiliate herself further with another orgasm in front of the class.

It became a much harder task as he started trying to lift her sweater though. She tried her hardest to hold down on the oversized thing and the large wolf playfully let her; like playing tug of rope with a puppy. Of course he won a bit more space each time, slowly revealing her flat tummy, clearly never pregnant in her 18 years of life. Then he got it up to the underside of her breasts, finally up over her pert chest. He rolled the sweater up at the neck line, leaving it fixed above her jiggly tits so that everyone could see them. She knew it was pointless to try to cover her chest again, so her fists stayed balled at her sides as she glared at the floor.

"As you can see, her nipples are already quite stiff," he said as he casually pinched one of her nipples between his fingers.

She let out a humiliating squeal as her sensitive nipple was pinched. She couldn't hold still and started to squirm as he played with it. First he pulled the nipple up so her petite boob lifted, then let go so it would bounce. After that he would pinch and pull the other one as far out as it would go. To her horror she could feel the torment of her little tits quickly causing the pressure to build up inside of her again. As he pointed out, her body was telegraphing as her thighs pressed together and rubbed.

One of the class asked why she had no bra and before she could spit out an answer, the teacher spoke for her.

"Rabbit cunts don't like underwear, it gets in the way. You have to make some put on clothes! I imagine if we drop her pants, we'll find this little slut-to-be doesn't have any panties either," he said with a dismissive tone.

She was absolutely infuriated! It was uncomfortable to wear a bra under a hot sweater, with her fur getting pushed around at that. The same with panties. What did some oversized wolf who probably didn't wear any kind of constricting underwear know about comfort?! He was making everything she did seem like she was a pervert! It drove her crazy and caused tears to start welling up in her narrowed eyes.

Much to her horror, he followed through with the natural next step and simply flicked the button on her jeans. That was all it took to make the heavy material fall down to a pool around her feet. Her bare pussy was on display, as was the wet fur all around it. He forced her to spin around to show her ass to the class first though, using her nipples as the handle to make her turn. He certainly knew what was effective.

Becca could feel the entire class staring at her pert ass, but then the teacher neglected the funbags on her chest so that he could begin squeezing her ass. She tensed up again and let out a surprised yelp. He jiggled her cheeks and gave them a few light smacks for the classes amusement before he made her turn back to face them.

"Out of those jeans, cockwarmer," he said in a friendly voice, as if he had just used an affectionate nickname for her. "Fuck you!" She said, letting some of her rage show. "These bunnies, all they want is to fuck, fuck, fuck," the teacher and the entire class laughed at his joke.

She was stunned as he turned her anger and shame into perversion again. She felt like her rage had just had the bite taken out of it. With her eyes only, so as not to tug on her sensitive ears, she looked at the class and then the teacher. They were all having a great time and nothing she did or said was going to change any of it. She didn't know what to do! With a clear air of timidness, her feet lifted out of the jeans and she pushed them aside so that she was butt naked from the tits down.

"That a girl!" he gave her a 'rewarding' slap on her proud butt which caused a little hop on her part.

Her humiliation continued to grow though as he pushed his massive hand between her legs to make her spread her legs into a V. He began to comment about how wet she had gotten, how clearly blissful the orgasm had been for her, the embarrassing sexual noises she had made and faces she had that had escaped her during her special moment. Hearing how she had been so closely observed through the intimate time that she had always protected, even from herself, just made her even more ashamed. Becca was afraid to say anything though, lest he turn it against her again. Even that didn't work though.

"Such a good girl, see how she's cooperating now?" The wolf gave her unwanted praise.

"What causes unrest with bunnies?" Asked one of the students.

While Becca was going over the many causes of her anger in her head, the teacher answered for her again.

"You see how tight this little cocksocket is?" He asked as he tried to spread her furry cunt lips. Try as she might to stop him, her arms were forced to sit balled into fists at her sides again. "When a bunny doesn't get screwed often enough, she becomes uptight. That leads her to become obnoxious in an attempt to get her brains pounded out, as you can see from how this one behaves and acts. Asking for it by showing herself off and telling everyone they can't have it," he explained.

Becca was completely outraged, though she wasn't putting up a convincing show of not wanting it at the moment. Every touch on her sensitive lips caused her hips to jerk back, contributing to his difficulty in spreading her along with her tightness.

"That's not true! That's a lie!" She shouted as her anger built up again. It wasn't fair at all, he wasn't giving her a voice. He had just invited her there to be used and humiliated. She had been tricked and he was making her so ashamed she wanted to curl up in a hole and hide for the rest of her life.

"It is true!" he countered as if it were divine truth. "Bunnies need sex. Why do you think they live in bunny holes? They're just obsessed with putting things in holes!"

She was shocked as he defanged her argument and seemed to read her mind perfectly. She stammered dubmly as she tried to make a retort, but just ended up covering her face with her hands in a show of defeat.

"But don't worry, Becca isn't here just to assist us. We're going to assist her! This uptight rabbitch is going to have so many dicks up her cunt that she just won't be able to walk," the teacher commented. "You'll see how many orgasms a bunny can have, how many sensitive areas they have, how their ears are extra long for receiving directions better in heated situations and so much more! Anything to say Becca?" All eyes were on her, waiting for an answer.

She searched her mind for something to say that would show them all how intelligent she was and how she didn't deserve to be treated that way. After a few moments of searching, all she could think to say was, "Fuck". It was the only thing she could think to sum up her situation and the class agreed wholeheartedly.

"How many sexual partners have you had, cocksheathe?" The teacher asked with an appropriately wolf like grin. "I... Don't know..." she whispered under her breathe. "Speak up!" He commanded, giving her a firm smack on her ass. "Ow! I don't know!" She spat angrily, for the entire class to hear as she rubbed her butt from the spank.

Her very first time she had been passed out. She had taken some cold medicine and some local boys had thought if being sick raises your body temperature, a tight bunny snatch must be extra good when they have a cold. While the medication had her knocked out, they just walked right into her home and used her in spite of her mother's protest. Her mother and sisters had always been much too flustered and ashamed of being so helpless over it to give her an exact count, or details, not that she had wanted to press much on knowing the more gritty aspects. But she remembered waking up with cum leaking out of her twat and dick on her breathe, feeling used and helpless.

"See what a slut she actually is?" The teacher asked the kind of question that people were simply supposed to nod their heads and agree with silently.

Becca was so filled with rage that she wanted to punch him. She wanted to yell at every one of the students personally. She couldn't bring herself to try to explain why it was she didn't know though, so all she could do was sit there looking like the picture of anger and shame.

"I'm sure you're tired of waiting for the main course, so get my cock out like a good bunny," the teacher commanded. "I'll rip it off," she mumbled bitterly.

He jerked her ears hard so that she went up onto her toes, sending waves of agonizing pleasure through her sensitive insides. She immediately started to do a little dance for their amusement, squirming and squealing over the pleasure coursing through her.

"Silly bunny, you couldn't possibly jerk me off that hard," he teased as he put her back on her feet to pant and tremble.

She felt so frustrated and helpless. Nothing she did was doing anything except reinforcing their perception of her that she had tried so hard to fight for years. Everything she did to prove she wasn't a slut just assured them she was a natural cumdumpster. Her body was trembling with as much rage as pleasure at that point, but she had no outlet for it. It was just contributing to all the pent up feelings inside of her that had started from the unwanted pleasure and that only made her more upset. It was like there was only so much room in her small body and there was so many intense feelings fighting for space. Of course if she had listened to the parts of science class she didn't like, she'd have seen all kinds of humiliating explanations about bunny brains and how anything but cock was really a burden on them.

Not knowing what else to do, Becca reached over and unzipped his pants. While she was submitting to him with her actions, it was clearly not a submissive gesture. She practically tore the zipper of his pants off doing it.

"So eager," he teased.

It made her more angry, she tried to tear the button off his pants as she undid them, but he just praised her for her eagerness again. Becca trembled with rage at that point so that she couldn't control herself.

"FUCK YOU ALL! YOU'RE AWFUL!" She screamed and used her weak hands to slap the giant wolfen chest repeatedly.

She was having an adorable tantrum in front of the entire class, useless beating on his chest as he towered above her. He was smiling down at her, showing how little it phased him.

"This little bunny is such a frisky girl. See what I mean about being uptight? All that pent up energy and a taste of orgasm gets her excited. She wants a good, hard, hate fuck," he teased.

Her eyes widened and went a little glossy as she tried to process what he had just said. She glanced toward the class with a stupid look on her face as if they might off her some help.

"Hate... Fuck..." She said the words slowly. She thought saying them together might give her a better, less excruciating idea of what it might mean. Her dumb look and equally dumb annunciation of the words just made her come off as an idiot to the rest of the class.

They all just watched her and let her feel as dumb as she looked, while all the while their smiles turned to smirks. She couldn't figure out why until she felt something pressing against the soft fur of her belly. When she glanced down she saw his massive wolf cock. He had finished letting it out for her, being the nice guy he was. It was as wide as her wrist at least, and longer than she thought would fit in her for sure. Becca let out a terrified and humiliated shriek as she tried to pull away, but he had never let go of her ears so she was only tugging them and that got her to try to keep her head still.

The wolf dragged her by the ears once again, letting her scream out as she tried to find a way to resist while walking along with him so her ears wouldn't yank. It wasn't as if she could avoid his firm tugs though and each one stimulated her pussy so that the broiling sensations of pleasure continued to well up in her. All she could really do was flail her arms as she let out unmistakably sexual gasps. He threw her roughly right up onto the desk on her belly.

She tried to crawl away, but he took her hips as handles and pulled her back into position. It caused pens and papers to fall off the desk, but he didn't seem to mind. The uppity bunny girl was forced face down, ass up in the classic position of someone who was there only to be used for sex. Her hands were beside her head and she tried to push up with them, but a firm hand on her upper back kept her pushed down and ready. All she could do was wiggle her lower body in a display of resistance.

"Shaking that tight ass for us," the teacher teased as he slapped his hand across her cheeks to get another cute yelp out of her.

The anger and humiliation kept welling up inside of her, only to be assaulted with pleasure so that they were swallowed and added to the agonizing buildup of emotions. She realized he had been playing with her emotions all that time, mocking her by letting her get angry and feed the need for release in her body. It was all about showing her what a sex craving slut that she was, how she had to be because she was a bunny. The realization that she had been being toyed with in ways she could have never thought of and the realization that she was going to get fucked made tears well up in her eyes.

She felt the heat of his tip press to her bunny snatch. The red, pointed member was pressing right against her wet sex and rubbing up and down it. The pre was rubbed into her fur, but it also stimulated her to be touched someplace sensitive. Even though the tip was going to fit, she could feel the way it increased in size steadily outward so that eventually he'd be stretching her hard. The already normally angsty bunny was feeling ready to burst from all the feelings inside of her and was ready to do anything to save her hide.

"SORRY!" She screamed out as loud as she could so that no one could pretend that they hadn't heard. "I never meant to tease anyone! I'm really, reaaaaaally dumb!" she tried to explain it as quick as she could, knowing her time was almost up.

"We know that already!" One of the students laughed, adding to how dumb she felt.

There was no escape, no way to get out. She was going to get fucked and humiliated in front of all the students. Worst of all, she knew that he was going to make her cum again. As the tip began to push in, she just sobbed openly. Tears ran down her cheeks and she bit on her thumb as the portion that would fit had pushed her little lips open and began rubbing on her.

"Don't cry my little cockjockey, it's coming," the wolf rubbed her back as if he were really consoling her.

The cock began to stretch her hard. The wolf was huge and strong, perfect for being the one to break open a tiny thing like her. He had plenty of strength to keep his hips pushing forward so that his cock would steadily stretch her. She felt a slight burning as he made her hole widen to accommodate him, fitting like a glove. Cocksleeve was the perfect way to describe her tight insides. The pink hole was fitting over him like a glove if he applied enough force. Worse for her than the stretching, was how he was stimulating her insides directly for the first time. It was quickly becoming overwhelming.

The pleasure sucked in all the angst and anger she was feeling again, all of it seeming to swirl around inside of her till she was ready to explode. She finally screamed at the top of her lungs as an agonizingly strong orgasm wracked her body. Bunnies were well known to be like a pot over boiling. They would never actually stop being horny until there was nothing left to feed them and even if they orgasmed it was just going to be temporary. If you kept adding more stimulation, it would all just keep spilling out. So she did, stimulated well past the ability to hold back, her cunt dripped like a leaky facuet to give him lube.

While her insides twitched and clamped on him, her outsides responded by jerking every time her insides did. It felt so amazingly relieving to have the angst and pleasure draining out of her even if he was stretching her hard, even if it was humiliating. She felt the tension welling up and leaving her body over and over as she came. Her dull claws scratched at his desk as she writhed around in unwanted ecstacy like she could never imagine. It was more than a bunny could even ever bring herself to for sure, not that the deviant rabbit had ever tried.

Her leg facing the class kicked and the teacher grabbed it, using calf like a handle to make her lift it high for the class to see his cock steadily feeding into her pussy. That made her tense around him even more thanks to the new position. All the while she let out the most whorish moans that shocked and humiliated her even further. Squealing and making noises at the top of her lungs so that the teacher in the class opposite them shouted for her to keep it down. Everyone in the area knew she was being fucked, she felt so ashamed but it just dribbled right back out of her so she felt more placid.

"AaaAAaah! Mmnnf! Fuuuhh......." Not a coherent word could leave the typically mouthy rabbitch.

The teacher promised to give her a hate fuck like she so deserved and undoubtedly craved though and he started to deliver. Rather than steadily pushing his cock in, once he had a few inches inside her he began to slam in. She let out another harsh scream as he slammed a full inch into her without trying. Her pussy ached as he stimulated her harder by pulling out all the way and taking a few missed thrusts at her which smeared their sexual juices all over her cute ass and belly. When he lined it back up with her pussy, she shook her head in refusal but only let out more sweet cries as he slammed 5 inches into her.

The five inches inside of her felt like he was tearing her pussy open, she was afraid to look down. She knew he had a few inches left to fill her dripping hole though. It was mortifying to be fucked so casually in front of the class, so roughly, all she could do was orgasm and moan like a slut. Her body was shaking violently so that she couldn't even keep her ass up if it wasn't being stuffed full of wolf cock. All the sensations throughout her sensitive cunt made it feel like energy was constantly filling her up and draining out of her. By that time she was humiliating herself. Her hips were naturally trying to buck themselves back whenever her knees had a bit of stability.

"You see, this little rabbits cotton tail here is so stubby so that you don't even have to lift it!" The teacher explained through pleased grunts.

She felt him make more rough jabs with his hips, forcing his cock deep inside of her. She felt it budge her cervix, making her let out a deep grunt as cramps went through her little body. She could feel that he wasn't hilted, that there was a few centimeters left, but thought he wouldn't fit. She was wrong of course, as he ground against her deepest depths and made her thrash around on the table while she came harder, with her velvetty insides never stopping their twitching on him once. He managed to squeeze the little bit left while pushing on her depths so that he had hilted her properly. His hand held her down firmly so that she didn't have too much ability to injure herself with all her jerking.

It was just so much for her, too much. Becca thought she was going to go insane as the unending stimulation and massive cock ravaged her. He started to pound her hard though, driving his entire cock into her in steady thrusts. He didn't stop until his balls tickled her clit and slapped against her belly from the roughness. She was shoved so hard that her face fell off the opposite end of the desk several times and she had to be pulled back. Her leg was lifted high for the students to watch the entire scene and take notes of course.

Her eyes were practically rolling back into her head as she screamed. She wondered how she could possibly take anymore, but she knew that her body was durable. Nature had made bunnies for fucking, fucking, and more fucking just as she had always been told. The wolf made sure she was stretched to accommodate his cock properly before he began to pull out. He did it by pulling back a little bit and jamming it back in all the way. Each time he would pull out a little bit more though, until finally the massive wolf dick popped out of her.

Becca was allowed to fall flat on the desk, with one of legs hanging off the side and her hips bucking. Her entire body twitched and one of her eyes did too. Well fucked was a gentle way of putting it, the petite rabbit looked thoroughly pounded. The teacher simply rubbed her back in a reassuring manner while he panted too, showing that it was quite the workout for himself to take her so roughly.

"We'll let her simmer down some, so she can get her wits about her. Then I'll go right back to plowing her. This is her first time having sex properly and so few bunnies get to experience more than being used as fleshlights by men eager to get off and go home. This is the first and only time she'll ever be given orgasm after orgasm and made to pass out," the teacher lectured.

It took Becca a moment to get what he had said. He was going to use her again, then again, then who knows how many more times. She let out a disturbed squeak that almost resembled a laugh. He was going to wreck her, she was sure of it. Put in the hospital from being fucked, could her reputation be smeared with any worse stains? While she recovered, the teacher took a drink of water and offered some to her. She wanted to refuse but she needed it, she sucked from the water bottle with such vigor that it drew more lewd comments from the students. Finally, the teacher helped her sit up on the soaked surface of the desk as he steadied her.

After 15 minutes she had finally recovered so that she felt better, albeit still sore and totally humiliated. It felt like an eternity while she was being fucked, which made her look up at the clock. 40 minutes had passed! She started frantically pointing at the clock, trying to spit out some words.

"T-i-time... C-c-ock!" She stammered out. "Almost time for cock," the teacher teased as he stroked her hair.

She felt a surge of indignation and humiliation in her again, but tried to repress it since she knew he wanted her to get riled up again.

"Class... over... soon.." She managed to pant out through her shaky breathes, feeling quite proud of herself for having communicated almost like a person. "Silly thing, don't worry; this is college. One day a week classes run an extra hour and a half," he informed her. "You have plenty of time for cock," he assured her.

She felt dizzy as he informed her there was over an hour and a half left. Her last hope was gone and he had humiliated her again by making her look even more needy for sex. As she tried to wrap her head around that, the wolf pulled a few papers from his desk and returned to stand beside her.

"While we wait for you to catch your breathe, I thought we'd read. Not a lot of bunnies can afford college, plus we don't want them to take up spaces of real students, so I asked your highschool for a volunteer," everything made sense to her now, she felt even dumber. Her teachers got a laugh at her expense. "When I did, not only did they recommend you, but they gave me whole story about how there was a bunny who was perfect for my class. They even gave me some of your old papers, since you are apparently such a good student. I even took the liberty of grading them myself, to see if they were up to standard," he said as if he had done her a real favor.

She wondered what kind of grades he had given her with a bit of amazement, a college teacher actually reading her papers. It wasn't quite what she had hoped though, with the first paper he had pulled out being one from middle school. She recognized it and was humiliated as soon as he began reading it.

"Why Bunnies Don't Need Sex, by Rebecca the dirty cumdumpster tease," he said as if it were a real legal title bestowed upon her.

"Bunnies are really nice and smart. They like to help people and can help in lots of ways. Instead of making dirty condoms, they can pick them up and there would be less of them lying around. There are a lot of good books that bunnies would like. My favorite is 'Mom, Can I Please Have A Petrydactyl, Please?!'," He made a thoughtful noise as he finished reading. "F!" He said firmly.

She was so infuriated, she couldn't help it. Becca was shooting him hateful glares as he showed the paper to the class, the old "C-" was blotted out and there was a large F written over it in red. But more telling, the giant F was part of a word that was finished with smaller lettering. It clearly said "Fuck". She wanted to say something to make him stop making her look like an idiot.

"That's an old one! M-most of my papers are Bs!" She stammered out, having caught her breathe but considerably more flustered. "That's what happens when teachers look to their students breast size so they don't have to do any work," the wolf chuckled and jiggled her B cups again. "I'd definitely give these a B+ though," he said with a chuckle.

Worse yet, he followed through! She watched in complete horror as he took his red marker and made a bright B+ over her left tit for everyone to see. Becca hung her head in shame as she was graded and marked, shocked at how humiliating it felt. She was embarrassed down to the core, feeding that swelling pressure of sensations and emotions again. All these years people had been tell her she was so pent up because she needed a fuck, it felt more embarrassing to know that it was the truth. All her frustration would have been washed out of her body if she had just masturbated or something, been a good bunny, but now she would have to learn the hard way.

After he had finished grading her tits, he made her spread her legs wide. She glanced down at her slightly stretched pussy with fear as she wondered what he was going to do next. She saw him crumple her reevaluated middle school paper into a ball in front of everyone and her eyes went wide. In the first intelligent insight she had since coming to the class, she knew where that piece of paper was going.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" She screamed, taking a bit out of her to do so and having to pant. "Oh my, she's sensitive about her work. Don't worry, she's really just mad that my cock hasn't gone back in her yet," the teacher assured everyone in a warm and friendly tone.

Becca stared him down, in spite of his towering and imposing figure. She challenged him with her eyes, leaving her body open like she was saying he couldn't possibly be serious. She really couldn't believe he would use her privates as trash. She was in for an unpleasant surprise though, because he did. The paper pushed up to her sex and she froze up, all the defiance leaving her face. She tried to cross her legs quickly, but he uncrossed them and made her sit still. Then his finger began to jam the crumpled paper into her.

She felt it push past her folds and dig into her sensitive insides. She let out a surprised and sensual gasp as it pushed deep inside of her. The moment it went inside, it began to absorb her juices and become softer, breaking apart and becoming easier for him to finger into her until it was as far in as his furry digit could reach. She felt it brush against and force unwanted pleasure on her again so that she doubled over. She was oversensitive from the previous two orgasms and the long teasing spell he had warmed her up with. Once his finger was out, he wiped it right on her cute face.

She watched him take the marker and begin to write on her again, right across her pubic area. "Cum-Dumpster" was written in bold over the pubic fur, with a bit arrow that touched her sex at the tip.

She knew that red marker wasn't washing out of her pristine white fur. Those markings were there until she could trim them out. It would take forever for the fur to regrow there to be unoticeable. After that, he continued reading snippet of her papers, some of actual quality but all getting a big F. Of course, her pussy was used to discard them again as they got fingered up inside of her so that she had to squirm and writhe, dripping in no time.

"Well, it looks like she's cooled down and warmed up again!" the teacher announced.

There was a look of irritation on her face again, tinged with sexuality just as he said. She was squirming again and had recovered a portion of her lost energy. Of course she was no longer winded, as seen in how her chest wasn't heaving anymore. She wasn't sure when the sobbing had stopped, but the tears had started running down her cheeks again midway through the disposal of her papers and criticism of what a dumb bunnyslut she was. She genuinely wondered if anything she had ever done was good, or not about sex. Even the papers he had read seemed to be entirely about sex. It was no wonder no one had taken her seriously in her life.

Becca wondered rather she should kick him and show her temper again, or rather she should just lay back and spread wide to get it over with. He showed her what little she knew again though. When the teacher grabbed her arm, he pulled her high off the ground and pressed her small back to his wide chest. Her legs dangled at either side of his cock, the tip of which was resting against her awaiting hole. She crossed her arms over her chest to hug herself and began to chew on the rolled up sweater around her shoulders with her flat teeth as she waited.

The entire class began to count down cheerfully to when she would be dropped, picking up on the various ways to screw her far faster than she did.

"10... 9... 8... 7..." They cheered in stereo.

With her ears standing up to receive each of the numbers, she waited anxiously for it. The teacher patiently lined her pussy up, having to do it several times with the way she squirmed. When the students finally hit "0" she felt herself drop down. The tip was already inside of her and while he had to stretch her a bit again, she had already been loosened enough that he could just let her slide if he kept her steady. With a little shriek, his cock hilted in her within a couple seconds of gravity kicking in. Each inch slipped into her at a steady rate, irritating and tickling her sensitive insides so that she couldn't stop squirming on it.

As Becca sat on it fully inside of her, her toes not even touching the floor, all she could do was grunt and gasp. It was a new angle too, because her feet was straight down and her body was rigid. She had one eye partially closed and her teeth biting down hard into her sweater with a look that expressed just how hard she was working to bear the thick cock in her. The teacher began to lift her up under the arms, slowly sliding her off of it and wiggling her as he did so that they pleasured each other even more.

Her legs naturally kicked and her hips wiggled, she just couldn't control her needy body. The pleasure was agony at that point though, building up even more slowly than before. It felt even stronger than before. The sex this time was not rough at all and the stretching wasn't nearly as hard, but she still had to let out sobs. Her entire body would quiver from time to time, continuing the show for the class.

The teacher soon changed his grip though, squeezing her pert breasts hard.

"Ffuuuck! Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Fuuuck!" Becca screamed as he began to force her to move up and down by her little chest.

"What a vocabulary you have," the teacher teased. "I'd say the next book she should read is the dictionary, but she'd probably get her hopes up," one of the other students called out playfully. "See, isn't this different than highschool? You don't have to raise your hand to talk. Don't get too jealous, we might have a spot opening next semester for a bunny just like yourself," the teacher commented.

She didn't know how he could keep degrading her like that, it was getting worse as the students joined in more. She felt all that pressure building up on her insides. He squeezed firmly on her breasts and mashed his palms into her nipples so that more stimulation coursed through her. She was dripping like a slut once more, with droplets splashing on the floor every few seconds for her to hear with her oversized ears. In a bit, she was reduced to pathetic grunts.

Once the papers had been thoroughly destroyed inside of her, torn apart by the increasing wetness and being caught between her cunt and the wolf dick, she noticed more pressure. She seemed to be getting stretched more every time she came down on the cock. It took her strained brain a few seconds to realize his knot was growing, by the time she was made to rest with him fully inside once more it was too late. His knot had grown to the point where she couldn't be pulled off and was continuing to force her insides to stretch and accommodate. His cock just kept saying ,"Fit more," and her body kept agreeing.

Becca let out a gutteral scream as she began to kick and thrash. She didn't want to be knotted, stuck on his cock. She'd seen canine boys have to attend class with rabbit girls on their dick because the knot wouldn't come out. Worse yet, she had seen the boys and the teachers try to yank the knot out, much to the poor girl's distress.

The teacher simply took a tight grip on her ears and began to pull up, explaining what Becca already knew to the whole class. His knot was going to keep her right where she was. "Her favorite seat," he called it as he pulled on her ears. She could only scream louder as he pulled as hard as he could to prove her pussy was jam packed. The pulling sent jolts of pleasure through her from her ears down to her stuffed twat. The knot had stretched her so hard it was actually burning again, but the pleasure was doing a nice job of evening that out for her and making it manageable.

The teacher casually walked over to the chalk board, making her bounce with every step. She let out cute grunts with each step, clinging to him behind her back to stay steady. Once they were at the chalk board, he pushed her chest up against it where he had written the name of the class.

"I remember some whiny bunny's paper talking about all the nonsexual uses bunnies had. Let's see if they can be erasers," he teased.

She let out a lovely scream as he bucked against her and forced her to rub up and down on the chalk board. Her face was rubbing against the chalkboard, as were her perky tits. She drooled on the chalkboard as his knot rubbed around as much as it could in her, her breasts slowly wiped away the writing as he moved her across the board. He humped her firmly in each spot until the chalk was gone. When it was done, he stepped back from the chalkboard to reveal the drooling and dripping bunny to the class again.

"Still think that way?" He asked.

She weakly shook her head no. She didn't believe she could ever escape humiliation or sex. He had just thoroughly degraded and objectified her, seeming to really think it was all in good fun at that. He praised her for finally showing some smarts and handed her the chalk.

"Why don't you write something about your new opinion?" He urged her as he held her shaky hand around the chalk.

She tried to grip the chalk, but she could barely make her fingers do what she wanted. The sensations and humiliation were just too much. She felt the familiar feeling of being ready to explode. She had felt it with anger and embarrassment all her life, but the new sexual element to it was both humiliating and frightening. She knew all those feelings were about to pour out of her again and she honestly thought she wouldn't be able to take it. Her hand was guided to the chalkboard, but at the same time her ears were yanked hard.

Pleasure coursed through her until she felt an orgasm over take her again. Becca's fist clenched so tight that the chalk exploded into powder in it while she began jerking. Her leg and arm hit the wall next to her and she flung herself around in his arms, but she couldn't help it. Her delightful shrieks echoed in the small room, while she drooled all over herself. The bunny's pretty eyes rolled back into her head partway as she let out choked groans. Pleasure was hitting her mind in vicious waves. Every time she had a thought or tried to speak, a wave of pleasure would come crashing down through her and wash it away. It became impossible to think, or even to breathe for a second.

That was to say nothing of how amazingly tight her insides had become. They clamped down around him like a vice, squeezing and milking the red wolf cock inside of her. The teacher held her tightly to him to cut down on her thrashing as he enjoyed her body. All the while he made strained commentary about how she was milking him dry. She could feel the hot waves of cum flooding her womb, pouring back through her insides and managing to push out past the seal in thick globs on the floor. She was so full that she thought she was going to burst, but it just like the intense feelings inside of her, the cum could only dribble out in small bits.

Not only did her orgasm not stop, the wolf made it worse. He nibbled along her ears and flicked her clit with his fingers. Soon she felt like her body was melting away in a sea of pleasure that was just erasing everything. When she finally came to, she was laid out on the floor with cumm all over her crotch and under her, having clearly poured out when the knot was removed. The bunnyslut was still gasping for air and dizzy, hardly even able to lift her limbs. Her body was wracked with twitching and spasms every few seconds, which she could feel still going on inside of her. Hot cum was all over her face and hair too, which had clearly been used to wipe his dick off.

"Screwing a rabbit like that can really make you sore. I thought she really was going to tear it off," the wolf joked as he tucked himself back into his pants carefully.

Becca couldn't even think, it hurt to try to make thoughts. Instead she just tiredly absorbed all the conversation going on, some of it not even about her anymore, but on more important things like grades and breaks. She was completely ignored, she didn't know for how long, but they just let her twitch in agony on the floor.

Once the class let out, the teacher stood over her and smiled down at her worn out little figure.

"You have the rest of the week off from school to recover, but your teachers all want a 1 page paper on how this was a life changing experience for you," he informed her.

All she could do was nod her head weakly in agreement.

"Good luck catching a bus home," he chuckled. "I'll be taking your pants and shirt with me," he said it even as he was collecting her jeans.

Once her top was removed from her aching body, Becca assumed it was over. Class was out and she could just lay there in shame and misery, just not thinking. She was wrong though, as usual. The teacher crouched down and began to bury his fingers into her. The little bunny could hardly even squirm as he fingered her as hard as he could, using as many fingers as he could jam in. More of his cum poured out of her from the aggressive fingerfuck, going so hard that her body actually moved back and forth on the floor.

"I suggest an enlightened girl like yourself skip straight from your grade to college. No teacher is going to fail an annoying girl like you, you'll fit in just great here. If you need a reference just drop by my office and drop to your knees," he chatted with her casually, as if she could do more than grunt.

In no time he had her eyes rolling back into her head again, with her body twitching. Twitching and jerking was really the only movements she could make anymore. He had her cumming again, right ill she passed out and for a little while after. Once he wiped his fingers on her unconscious face and hair again, he left her there with the door propped open so she could get out whenever she woke up.

Unfortunately for Becca, her little butt stayed there until her mother finally came to retrieve her after inquiring why she hadn't been home in a day. Her mother was quite shocked to see the poor, proud bunnygirl totally used and wrecked. It was the final end to Becca's humiliation to have her mother carry her dripping body naked out of the school, being chastised for dripping everywhere.

The angsty bunny completely gave up on resisting people anymore. She borrowed her sister's slutty clothes for school the next week and brought in the paper that was requested of her. It was brief and well received.

"Best day of my life. Sorry for causing trouble. I'll stop by all your offices to make it up, okay? Even you, Ms. Winters."