To Hunt or Be Hunted
First attempt at writing something dirty.
Damien had never asked to be born this way, with his wide hips ending in his short cotton tail and a height he desperately tried to make up for with his long rabbit ears. He'd never wanted to look so much like a girl that the frat boys slapped his ass on the way in, making his thick brown fur stand on end and bristle, forcing him to ignore the way his whole body tingled. Never had he regretted the way his girly body attracted attention, making his hot pants unbearably tight and his nipples stand out clear as day through the thin, spaghetti strap top that clung to his body. But he needed to use it all in order to get his revenge.
It had only taken was a few shots and a shake of his little tail to convince the linebacker of the football team of what he wanted. After all, nobody had tormented Damien, sneered "Faggot" and "Pussy" at him, and given all his unwanted attention quite as much as Brad had. So it came as no surprise to Damien when the polar bear had all but fingered him going up the stairs. He was a good foot and a half taller, those huge paws practically carrying him by the ass to the room as the rabbit forced himself against his prey.
Little would Brad know that he'd picked the room beforehand, having "paid off" the owner a good two days in advance. The huge bear, more muscle than brains, would've never noticed even sober that the bag was sticking out from under the bed. All that mattered was how Damien's soft, squeezable rear was suddenly straddling his lap, one arm wrapped around his thick neck as their lips met in a sloppy kiss. Damien was thankful that he'd had a few shots himself, making it easy to focus on how he throbbed against the athlete's stomach while he leaned back to grab what he was looking for. A quick shove onto the bed, a hard grind against the bulge pulsing against his cheeks, and Brad was putty in his hands as he carressed those thick arms up along the bed.
"I've wanted this for so long..." he murmured into the little fuzzy ear of his target, grabbing his thick shaft through his pants. The moan that came was just low enough to mask the tiny *click* that let him know it was almost time. His long, slender fingers easily popped his button open, unzipping the bear's pants to let his firm length pop out, grabbing it firmly. "Nngh, shit. You're a hungrier slut than I thought you were..." Brad slurred through the haze of alcohol and arousal, only to be promptly silenced by the rabbit's backside. He ground himself on the bear's noisy muzzle, letting him feel the damp spot on his shorts as he stretched, tugging his cock until the second *click*.
If only he'd noticed before, he probably could've stopped himself from being chained to the bed. With speed that surprised even his own drunken self, Damien slapped the cuffs on his prey's wrists, strung out to each bedpost. "Mngh?" Was the only confused reply, but the rabbit just pushed himself harder onto Brad's face, letting his balls smush against his nose in a way that made his body shudder. Yes, this was finally it. He'd actually managed to pull it off, and nothing made him harder than the thought of what he was about to do. "Alright, jackass." He proclaimed loudly, his demeanor taking a sharp turn in the opposite direction. "I've put up with you long enough, so it's time to show you just how much of a 'faggot' I really am."
The huge bear was confused more than anything. Wasn't that the whole point? He watched, not even registering what it meant to be chained like he was as Damien stripped out of his shorts and panties, the latter stained with precum. His eyes followed as a thin string of the sticky stuff stretched down until finally snapping, Damien balling them up and just stuffing them right in his mouth. "Mrrgh..?" Faintly, in the back of his head, Brad wanted to be angry. But the rest of his body was on fire, his cock throbbing with need as he stared at the naked crotch of his subduer, even as the rabbit spread his legs wide.
"I could do so many things to you right now. But the best way to ruin you...is to make you love what I'm about to do." His soft, full lips suddenly met the bear's thick head in a kiss, spreading around it to take it in as his tongue explored the most sensitive part of his length. All Brad could do was groan, toes curling as that tongue swirled around his tip, slowly dragging over every last spot before his lips popped off noisily. They returned not a second later, Damien pushing his muzzle down into his crotchfur as he took all seven, thick inches into his mouth, sucking hard when Brad suddenly felt something warm and wet press between his cheeks, making his whole body jump.
"Nnggh!" He protested, halfway between a growl and a moan as Damien lubed him up, fingers toying with the tight, untouched little ring hidden by his giant, furry ass. "Shut up. You know you like it..." he murmured, right before engulfing his shaft in his mouth once more. His tongue prsesed up against his aching dick, trapping it tight as he slowly slid back and forth, making the polar bear writhe. Not a single part of him could resist the way Damien played him, not even as his fingers were replaced by the twitching tip of his own member. Brad's body tensed, thighs twitching as the rabbit's fingers suddenly found their way around his length, panting hard and staring unflinchingly at Damien, who only grinned back. "I'll make sure you love this...So much that you can't get enough..."
Brad was so big that even his tight, virgin hole wasn't much of a push for Damien, his lube-slicked cock pushing in nice and slow. The heat was enough to drive the bear crazy, his cock jumping and tensing with each of the six inches that his tormentor was pushing into him. It felt off, he thought somewhere. It felt so good that he thought he might melt on the spot, the rabbit's paws feeling like liquid gold around his arousal, milking pre out of him. Damien's secret was his own, and the way he could feel Brad shudder around him made his eyes roll back. Heated lube worked both ways after all, and it made him push right into his prostate all the more eagerly, grinding against that spot inside the bear's tight walls. "Mmmnnnhhh!!" he cried helplessly into the rabbit's panties, even the taste of his pre starting to turn him on more. He absolutely needed to cum, struggling back and forth on the bed as he rolled his hips into those paws, desperate to get off.
That was when he knew that he had him. His soft rabbit paws clutched at the base of his cock, squeezing and keeping him there as he slowly pulled his hips back, just leaving the tip inside. "Lets hear what you want, then." Damien panted, ripping his panties out of Brad's mouth right in time for him to thrust back in to the hilt, getting an aching cry of need in response. "Aaaanngghh!" he groaned at the top of his lungs, cock straining to get free of the rabbit's grasp. His hips ground against the poor bear's balls, only to pull back and slam in again, no longer holding back.
"Let's hear you say it!" He shouted, pre drooling inside his hot, tight passage. He let out a shameless moan of his own, fucking his prey in ecstacy as Brad shook beneath him. "You want it?!" He all but shouted, the rabbit pounding his thick ass in short, quick thrusts, barely holding himself back. "Yesss!!" Was the only reply, the only sound he could make other than the tremendous roar that followed quick after. With one last thrust, Damien finally gave mercy, freeing Brad's cock as it erupted with seed. Thick, gooey ropes of his cum shot all over his jersey, the bear's eyes rolling back in his head. Brad's muscles spasmed and clenched down on the twitching length that filled him up, squeezing down until Damien's heated cries joined his own, his hot, sticky cream filling him in waves. His entire body shook with bliss, the rabbit's satisfaction practically tripled with the knowledge of what he'd just done as he pulled out, spurting the rest of his orgasm over the polar bear's ass.
"Haaahh...why don't you just take five..." he panted, ears perking up once more as he walked over to grab his shorts, slapping Brad's hardly conscious muzzle lightly. "If you're a good boy, I won't tell a soul." He took a key out of the pocket of his crumpled shorts, undoing only one arm that flopped listlessly onto the bed, his finished prey simply groaning in the afterglow. "Who knows. Maybe there's more where that came from." He stuck the key right in the sticky mess Brad had left on his jersey and promptly left, satisfied and happy with the knowledge that it was far, far better to hunt than be hunted.