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This took me far too long to write, but I had a lot of fun doing so. Please do enjoy.

WARNING: This story contains rape, blood, tears, degradation and lots of rough predator/prey nastiness. If any of that is not to your liking, I do have other, lighter stories you may enjoy more.

Briarton University stood atop a hill in the center of the city. It was an old place, its buildings made from brick and its campus cut through with thick hedges of fragrant purple lilac. The students at Briarton wore uniforms and were restricted to a single course of socratic study. There were no classes on business or computer science, nor any scholarly reading on books written later than the dawn of the nineteenth century. There were electrical lights at Briarton, and wifi and motorized vehicles, but the university seemed only to accept these innovations uneasily. A peculiar energy transfixed the campus, simultaneously slow, arrogant and just a little bit anxious.

Felix arrived on the morning of orientation day, hauling a pair of suitcases and feeling at once excited and terribly nervous. He had been accepted on scholarship, which made him slightly unusual. Being a prestigious place, Briarton had a certain appeal for old money families who liked to pass their alma mater down through the generations like a prized heirloom.

He wore his uniform, a blue wool suit that might have been considered fashionable at the turn of the previous century. Felix loosened his collar, feeling slightly overheated even in the morning cool.

Quietly, he wondered about the people he would be going to school with. It would be important to keep an open mind. Also to stay alert and be very careful. This was not the sort of place where mistakes would be easily forgiven, especially for a fox coming in on academic scholarship.

Predators weren’t exactly unknown at Briarton, but Felix had known from the start that he would be part of a minority. A minority even more pronounced since he was not a large predator. It had always struck him as a little bit strange that prey animals tended to get along more easily with wolves, panthers and the like. Perhaps it was easier for them to set their instincts aside when the lines were so clearly drawn. Smaller predators like him were more confusing. Nobody was really afraid of a fox, but still no prey could entirely silence the instinctive jangle in the back of their mind telling them to run…or at least to mind their throat.

Not that he was much better in that regard. Even now, taking his first steps onto campus, Felix found himself assailed by an overpowering array of mingled scents and sounds. Each prey student hurrying around him had their own enticing smell and particular quality of movement. His eyes seized upon a little black furred bunny girl and took in the urgent bounce of her steps. Rabbits walked on their toes and there was something very interesting about the sharp tap of claws on brick, somehow louder and more pronounced than every other noise surrounding it. Her scent filled his nose, sharp and vital.

Felix felt his heart perform an odd, uncomfortable leap inside of his chest and became aware that his fur was beginning to prickle upright. An urge came, to drop his suitcases and lunge at her. The fact that they were in the middle of a crowd suddenly lost its importance. Surely the other prey would bleat and scatter before him. He’d pin the bunny down, his teeth would find her throat and…

The urge wasn’t quite so strong that he had to physically restrain himself, but still Felix looked sharply away, into the bright, dew streaked blossoms of a lilac hedge, and forced himself to focus on the busywork of a fat yellow bumblebee.

When next he looked, the bunny was gone. His heart was racing and pale runnels of static crackled underneath his uniform, everywhere his fur had stood on end. A heated tightness gathered between his legs, not so much that it showed, but he had to focus his thoughts entirely on flowers, bees and other sedate things for a self conscious moment before it began to ebb.

“Bad.” He muttered to himself, feeling suddenly jaded and a bit exhausted. It was of paramount importance to act normal, especially now that his privacy would be limited. He was rooming with someone named Ashe Lycett, though that was all Felix knew. His roommate-to-be had not responded when he’d called the provided number and Briarton did not list species as part of their student information packets.

The past few weeks had been spent convincing himself that if his roommate was prey, they were an ibex or a deer. His predatory instincts never kicked in quite so strongly around species that were larger than him.

Most of what he kept experiencing was perfectly normal, Felix knew. All predators felt instinctive impulses around prey from time to time. It was just that his had such an odd, lustful quality to them.

Did other predators feel like this too? Felix had never dared to ask.

He kept walking, doing all he could to flatten the more interesting qualities of the prey around him. He looked for other predators and especially other foxes, but kept getting caught up by the sight of rabbits. Always the rabbits.

It was a jittery, uneasy feeling this provoked, a realization that he was not nearly so well acclimated to prey as he had thought. Perhaps this was a symptom of his hometown being small…and mostly made up of predators. Felix had so accustomed himself to all of the prey in his daily life that he’d almost completely forgotten that there might be new things out there. New people, with terrible new temptations tracing their every move.

Still, this wasn’t too big a deal…so Felix insisted to himself. He’d always scored very well on his instinct management courses back home. He knew the strategies and the coping mechanisms. It would simply be a matter of acclimating himself until the new became familiar and the sharper edges were worn from his impulses.

It was a relief to reach the freshman dorms. They were a pair of buildings occupying the eastern side of a grassy student quad, one for large species and the other for everyone else. Felix paused for a moment to take in his new home. It was a stately old place, built from red brick (nearly the same color as his fur) and topped by a sloping roof tiled with blue slate and lined with a dozen white ceramic chimneys. The windows flashed with sunlight and the dorm’s walls were bracketed by bamboo trellises upon which grew spiky purple ivy and pale morning glory vines. The drone of bumblebees and the thrum of hummingbirds was perceptible even from where he stood.

Felix felt immediately charmed. He stepped inside, through a pair of broad double doors and past a central atrium. The floors were hardwood, worn pale and smooth by the traffic of countless years. His room was on the second floor and he hurried up the stairs, arms beginning to ache from the weight of his suitcases.

As he walked, a little paw closed on the tip of his tail and gave it a cruel tweak, hard enough to hurt. Felix jolted and stumbled over the next step, a little yelp trapped behind his teeth. He looked back but saw only a sea of blue jacketed students, all chattering, exchanging names and asking which building was meant to be where on campus.

Felix blew out a breath and kept climbing, one eye cocked carefully back just in case the tail-tweaker decided to attempt a repeat performance. At last he came to his hall. It was a surprisingly cozy space he found; eight doors on the right side of the hall and six on the left. The very end of the hall had a single door, slightly taller than the rest and bearing a brass plaque marked *R.A. * A cheerfully humming gazelle wearing a gold pin on his coat stood just before it, leafing through a thick, well-worn copy of the Briarton University rules and regulations.

There were already a few students passing in and out of their rooms. All of them were prey, not a single predator to be seen.

“We’re sharing a hall with that?” Felix caught a whisper from someone in a doorway to his right, their tone at once astonished and cruel. A constellation of bright prey eyes fixed upon him. He pretended not to notice.

His room was on the righthand side of the hall, two down from the R.A. and nearby to the bathroom. Peering through the doorway, Felix found his dorm empty and still. It seemed he’d preceded his roommate.

The room was divided neatly in two, practically mirrored in terms of furniture and amenities. The beds were large and four postered, with red and gold privacy curtains hanging down from a central canopy. Each side of the room had its own desk and wardrobe and, on the right, a small stone fireplace with an accompanying black iron holder filled with neatly split kindling.

He whistled, low and under his breath, then let his suitcases drop with a thump. This was plush. Even if he did end up with a prey roommate, that hardly seemed to matter now. And…why was he even thinking about his roommate like a potential burden? If they were prey, he had a responsibility to get to know them, to tame his own stubborn instincts and make himself a better, more responsible person in the process. Perhaps they could even be friends.

Felix let out a breath, considered both sides of his room for a moment, then selected the left. He’d let his roommate have control of the fireplace. Briefly, he wondered about the Briarton policy on roasting marshmallows.

Unpacking didn’t take long. Felix had traveled light, taking only clothes, books and his laptop. His mother had given him a little framed photo of the family to bring along and Felix dutifully settled it at a back corner of his desk. A pinch of homesickness unsettled him for a moment, then was gone.

Out of the corner of his eyes Felix caught a little white blur, someone hurrying down the hall at a very fast clip. A rapid click of claws on hardwood accompanied their advance. The person passed, paused, then retraced their steps more slowly.

A tiny white bunny stood in the doorway, so little that he would only have come up to Felix’s sternum had they been standing face to face. He was delicately built and waifishly thin, his short fur so immaculately velvety and well kept that he looked more like a child’s doll than a flesh and blood person. His ears were long and twitchy. For a moment the bunny’s eyes fixed upon Felix, then flickered elsewhere, across the room, taking in his belongings. An expression of surprise and shock curdled immediately into dislike. The bunny’s velvety pink nose wrinkled, as though he’d just smelled something unpleasant.

“What are you doing in my room?” He asked, voice icy. His large blue eyes narrowed.

Immediately, Felix felt a hot rush of startlement, then humiliation, then anger. It was a very familiar look the bunny was giving him, the sort of expression lofted haughtily by prey who very consciously used their instinctive fear of predators as justification to hate them. To hate him.

Swirling up alongside the anger was a swell of instinct, so intense that it nearly hurt. A taut, coiling feeling squeezed his chest and dropped a red-tinged, shimmering border around the edges of his vision, constricting the world down to just him and the bunny…who Felix realized smelled quite nice, and very much unlike any other rabbit he’d ever been around. The bunny’s scent was at once floral and faintly earthy, like lavender but not quite. A heated, persistent tightness began to gather between Felix’s legs.

“I’m your roommate,” said Felix, doing all he could to sound calm. As though this were a normal exchange. “You’re Ashe, right?”

The bunny’s lip curled and, as though drawn by the mere specter of trouble, the gazelle R.A. suddenly materialized. Ashe looked at him with a grimace, then began to complain. He could not room with a predator. It was cruel. It was dangerous. His family would sue. Did anyone even realize who his family was? Felix tried to listen, but after a while the bunny’s words faded into meaningless noise.

It was so tempting just to let go, as though he were an arrow at the fore of a fully drawn bowstring. All he needed to do was look at the infuriating quality of the bunny’s gaze and it seemed as though every rule and norm in the entire world were an impossible burden. It would be so easy and right to close the pair of steps which separated him from the bunny, to drag him down and feel his panicked squirming and hear screams silenced by the clamp of a predator’s bite.

The red at the corners of his vision took on the vital, liquid brightness of blood, an incredible pop of scarlet—so real that for an instant Felix practically felt a sticky warmth drench his fur and fill his mouth. He smelled salt, iron and fear.

It was only when he felt his muscles begin to tense that Felix snapped from the fantasy. He blinked hard, a cold splash of horror and embarrassed shame jolting through him. The bunny was still staring (of course he was, only a few moments could have passed), but now Felix saw an unwelcome thing; the bunny’s whiskers twitching and tiny patches of fur standing straight. Tiny evidences of instinctive terror animated the edges of the bunny’s form…but he hadn’t consciously noticed. Not really. Thank goodness.

Only then did Felix notice the gazelle’s gaze, the R.A. watching him with a sudden fixed interest. No fear, not yet, but surely that would come. Felix thought about being worried by this but couldn’t summon the appropriate feelings, he was too badly overwhelmed. The fur beneath his uniform had all stood straight and he was swimming in prickles of static. His tail kept performing odd, jagged little swishes.

He wanted to say something, to excuse himself and then run. His jaws shuddered open and suddenly his right paw had extended. Felix watched this with distant concern, feeling like a spectator within his own body.

“Let’s start over,” he heard himself say, his voice bizarrely calm. “My name is Felix. I’m your roommate. It’s nice to meet you.”

Ashe stared, caught off guard. His eyes flashed down to Felix’s outstretched paw. He didn’t move. A part of Felix longed for the bunny to reach out and accept his gesture. The rest of him shivered with malignant desire and desperate, cold terror. He looked within himself and found that he could not predict what might happen if the bunny touched him with those soft, white paws. The heat between his legs had crept upwards into the pit of his stomach and it gave everything else a weird, fizzy quality. Suddenly he wondered what the bunny would look like stripped of his uniform; trapped, whimpering and streaked all over with wet, dark patches of blood.

A sharp hiss of breath escaped from between Ashe’s teeth, then the bunny shook his head and walked stiffly out, brushing the fur on his arms impatiently flat as he went.

“Useless.” He hissed at the R.A., then was gone.

Felix took a step towards the door, aggrieved by the sudden escape (no, wrong word to use. Bad) of his roommate, then immediately had to correct himself. It felt as though he were breaking a strong magnetic connection. Now, suddenly, his instincts had nothing to focus on. They landed for a moment on the R.A., then quailed. The gazelle was too large, too potentially dangerous to attack.

“On behalf of the school, I really must apologize…” The R.A. launched into what seemed to be a practiced recital, but Felix barely noticed. He nodded briskly, mumbled something that might have been an excuse and then rushed for the bathroom. Instinct tugged his gaze down the hall and he caught a tempting hint of white fur, then he shuddered anew and pushed himself into the bathroom. He needed to be alone.

The whole room was empty, thank goodness, and Felix rushed for the nearest stall, jagged bursts of breath whistling through tightly clenched teeth. He felt like he was burning up, errant thoughts about the bunny flooding his mind.

He shoved down his pants and let his pointed vulpine shaft bounce free, achingly hard and leaking pre, his knot already starting to swell. He thought of the bunny; his impetuous glare and the blue of his eyes. How they might look bright with terror and filled with tears. How that slim, fragile frame would feel bent over for him, fur wet with blood and rent by teeth and claws…

It was all too much to stand. Felix clasped his cock with one trembling paw, stroked twice and came with a snarling gasp. Thick ropes of vulpine seed splattered the back wall of the bathroom stall. Felix squeezed the throbbing swell of his knot with both paws and shivered, his hips bucking helplessly forward and the wonderful, electrified sensation of his climax threatening to undo his legs.

Every bit of him felt wound impossibly tight, convulsed with a shock of ecstatic release…and yet there was a definite hollowness at the center of it all, a desperate yearning for someone to touch, hold and hurt.

Felix let out a ragged huff of breath and sagged against the side of the stall. Now that the moment had passed he felt cold and ashamed, filled with nerves and a certainty of his own innate weakness.

“That wasn’t normal.” He muttered to himself, alight with self loathing. Even his own voice sounded sickly and small.

He cleaned up the mess he had made and went to wash his paws. What he saw of himself in the mirror looked disheveled and predatory, yellow eyes overly bright and red fur standing in messy clumps. The sight of his own fangs made him shiver.

So he would be living with the absolute worst case scenario so far as his instincts went. How long could this sort of thing be sustained before…?

Felix groaned, a heated shiver passing through him. He tried to think optimistic, less murderous thoughts. Perhaps the bunny came from a wealthy enough family that he’d be able to bend the rules and get a new, herbivorous roommate. Failing that, maybe he’d fall down the stairs and break his neck.

The bathroom door creaked open and Felix glanced sharply over. An irrational certainty that it was the bunny swelled within him, at once horrible and enticing, but instead Felix caught sight of the gazelle R.A. He still had his rulebook with him, tucked under one arm. The R.A. glanced quickly around the bathroom and the showers, making sure they were alone, then stepped nearer.

A cloud of small, jagged thoughts began to buzz in the front of Felix’s mind, antithetical to the prickles of dark, tempting warmth igniting below his heart. Perhaps he should ask for help, ask for a new roommate, see if the school had instinct management councilors or at least the number of someone in the city. Something. _Anything. _

“You okay?” The gazelle asked. Felix nearly jumped. All of his panicked thoughts burst apart and fled back to the fearful corners from whence they’d come.

“Fine.” He said automatically. He tried to smile but the expression came out too wide, too sharp, showing far too many teeth.

The gazelle pretended not to notice.

“For what it’s worth, you handled yourself really well back there.” He said, presenting a soft, herbivorous smile of his own.

Well? How could the R.A. possibly say something like that when he’d nearly lunged at his new roommate? Felix wanted to dissent, to show his fangs and his bright, predatory eyes, but again he couldn’t quite make himself act aggressively against someone twice his size. Some dark, ancient aspect of his being fizzled and returned to a restless dormancy.

The gazelle only smiled at his unease.

“You stayed calm, tried to make peace and then, when that didn’t work, you found a quiet place to cool off,” he said, his cheer so optimistic and complete that it left no room for disagreement. He patted Felix companionably on the shoulder. “A lot of other predators would have tried arguing with Ashe…or worse. I am very sorry that you’ve ended up with a roommate like him, but if you keep setting a good example then perhaps he’ll learn something.”

Felix had been focused on the odd feeling of the gazelle’s touch—it inspired a distinct tingling sensation just under his fur and skin—but now he looked sharply up, caught once more off guard.

“What?” He asked faintly.

“We all strive to learn from each other at Briarton,” the gazelle said. “Your perspective is a valuable one, and I’m sure that Ashe will come to realize that in time.”

Felix played through a dozen scenarios; things he might say, arguments he might make to get Ashe far away from him…but none showed any potential of piercing through the gazelle’s oblivious smile.

“Right.” Felix mumbled instead, the word slipping through tightly gritted teeth.

“If ever you need to talk, I’m right down the hall,” said the R.A. “And, always remember; _persona non refert…” _

_“…Anima est aurum.” _ Felix finished the Briarton motto with a sigh, feeling newly jaded. The R.A. left to engage with other duties and Felix smoothed down his fur and practiced smiling in the mirror until he could do it without showing too much of his fangs. His eyes still weren’t quite right, but there wasn’t much he could do about them.

Orientation passed in a blur. Felix knew he had toured the major buildings on the Briarton campus and supposed that he had met his professors, though the actual memory of doing so had a hazy, cobwebby quality. He still felt vaguely helpless and panicked, though even the specter of his impending doom could barely hold his interest. The only thing which seemed sharp and immediate was the idea of seeing Ashe. Felix looked out for the sight of white fur and hateful blue eyes, as though he were a soldier patrolling carefully behind enemy lines.

Yet, though he hoped at once never to see the bunny again and also maybe to catch Ashe venturing into a lonely, isolated place (no, bad bad bad), Felix saw no sign of his roommate amongst the incoming freshmen. Instead, he looked blandly over the other prey he would be sharing his classes with and was surprised by just how calm he felt around them. This was not a normal calm. It felt as though he had been tranquilized and was viewing the world from a slow, sleepy distance. Nothing at all seemed immediate or vibrant. He could hear himself speaking and exchanging names with people, telling them where he was from and behaving as he was supposed to, but no feeling accompanied any of it.

It was only as he was returning to his dorm that Felix began to feel even halfway ordinary again. The smaller, more pedestrian worries crept back into his mind and he became newly aware of his more predatory qualities; the chore of keeping his fangs hidden and his eyes slightly downcast, so no prey would be frightened by the directness of a predatory gaze.

He felt somewhat relieved by this, then actively frustrated by the fact that he was still doing all of this same stuff in a new place. …As he would have to in every place he went for the rest of his life.

Felix flopped down onto his bed and replayed the conversation he’d had with the R.A. Now, removed somewhat from the uncertainty and terror which had transfixed him in that moment, he felt disgusted with himself for so easily acquiescing. He should have gone and spoken to the dean. Maybe Ashe would have been there and he could have shocked the horrible little bunny by denouncing him first. That would have forced the issue. Instead he had simply sat and allowed himself to become…what had the R.A. said this all was? A learning opportunity?

Fuck’s sake…

Felix stared for a time at the canopy of his bed, the red fabric embroidered with golden stars and the trails of silken comets, then eventually swallowed down his frustration and went to study his syllabus once more. He’d already done all of this, but it was still better than moping around and feeling sorry for himself.

He settled at his desk, enjoying the polished smoothness of the wood and the tiny markings left by the students of previous generations. ‘Suck my dick,’ someone had etched in Latin on the bottom of a drawer. ‘You first,’ another student had retorted in Greek.

For the first time since he’d walked onto campus, Felix actually felt somewhat at home. His thoughts began to expand outward, to the campus library and the archives and the lecture halls. Places where he could learn things and become a more well rounded person.

The very next moment the door opened and Ashe swept in. Felix tensed, bracing for a fight, but the bunny didn’t so much as look at him. He brought in a small mountain of suitcases, thumping them to the floor by his bed with obvious pique, then unpacked and put away his things. Felix watched all of this from the corner of one eye. He was oddly surprised to see sentimental details amongst his roommate’s things; a gilt snow-globe, what looked to be an album bound in black silk, and a framed family photo that Ashe immediately tucked out of sight, though not before Felix caught a glimpse of a younger, much smaller white bunny seated formally between his parents.

The dorm room felt weirdly claustrophobic now and once more his nose was filed with an almost floral bunny scent. His heart picked up and his mouth went dry, but Felix knew that he was still under control. For now.

Finally, Ashe stood straight, blew out a quiet breath, then turned to face the other side of the room. Felix felt the bunny’s eyes on him for an instant, then they swept away.

“So.” Ashe began.

Felix turned halfway in his chair. He’d intended only to show that he was listening, but once his eyes caught upon the bunny’s bearing he felt intrigued. Enticed. Ashe was standing straight and wore a look of open disgruntlement, but there was no disguising the tension in his legs or the faint tremors which ran through his long, velvety ears. The bunny was nervous.

Felix fixed him with a direct stare, not bothering to cast his gaze to the side or commit to any of the other small politenesses that prey were supposed to be afforded. This was unwise, he knew, the sort of thing that felt harmless in the moment but could only give him an excuse to break bigger, more important rules in the future.

It was surprisingly easy to ignore that realization and feel calm in doing so. He was still in control.

Whatever the bunny had been about to say evaporated. He looked startled. Yet, though Felix expected Ashe to snarl at him, the bunny remained silent. The intensity of his dislike remained intact, but he seemed to realize that the circumstances had changed now that he was alone with a predator.

Something about that put an illicit, dangerously pleasant thrill through Felix. He hadn’t noticed before, but the walls between Briarton’s dorm rooms were solid brick. Easily thick enough to muffle most noises coming through them. Even now he couldn’t hear a thing from his neighbors. If Ashe screamed that would probably be heard, but anything short of a full blown shriek—

Bad!

At last the bunny spoke, and as he did Felix was surprised to see those big blue eyes track upwards to meet his own.

“My father told me about this place when I was very small,” Ashe said. “He went here, and so did my grandfather, and…well. He told me about the libraries and the professors and the tradition that went with it all. Of course, he mentioned nothing about foxes, because there weren’t any. Everyone knew better than to put herbivores in danger for the sake of politeness.”

Immediately Felix felt whatever guilt and shame was percolating within himself snuffed out like a candle flame in high wind. The bunny was trying to look tough but Felix could see the rapid twitch of his nose and the tiny, jagged movements of his whiskers. Nervous. Wonderfully so.

“Did you rehearse that?” He asked. He’d meant to sound unimpressed but a shiver of anticipation disrupted his voice. His heart was beating quickly now and suddenly he wondered if the bunny could hear it. Were bunny ears sensitive enough even to pick up on the impatient grind of his teeth, fangs whetted and eagerly awaiting use…

“You can pretend like this is a joke if you want, but I know what you’re really thinking,” Ashe said. “When you slip—and you will—I’ll have you out of here and up in front of my family’s attorneys. I’ll make sure they bury you someplace dark.”

Somehow, though Felix could feel the rational parts of himself shrinking away before the bunny’s threats, no genuine fear arose. Just more of the same anger and lust for annihilation. He trembled with the effort of holding it all back. Even if it was all true. Even if it was inevitable.

Slowly, his jaws shivered open and for a horrible instant Felix was certain that something dark and horrific would come spilling out. But, at the last possible instant, he managed to choke out a lie. A pale, feeble retort to the bunny’s dire promise.

“You’re not worth it.” Felix said. He was sure the bunny would see right through it; the way his paws had clenched tight, how his ears had pinned and even the way his stomach had knotted into itself.

And yet, those blue eyes widened a little bit, those ears twitched and Felix saw a bolt of genuine outrage ruffle the bunny’s perfect white fur. An ugly grimace twisted a corner of his mouth, then Ashe let out an unhappy huff of breath, turned on his toes and vanished behind the privacy curtain of his bed. Felix heard the bunny shuffle around impatiently for a while, arranging the covers and fluffing the pillows. He’d thought that maybe his instincts would go dormant now that the bunny had retreated, but Ashe’s scent still hung in the air and he could hear the bunny’s movements. Hear the tense unhappiness of his breathing and occasional soft, angry mutters. No words exactly, but the hatred was clear enough. There was something even worse about that. As though he were some ancient version of himself, scouting out a bunny warren and getting ready to trap squirming, squeaking prey into dead ends, where they could be most easily caught and ripped into.

Even thinking about that, fuzzy images of ancient bloodshed, made his stomach twist and his mouth go dry. He looked to Ashe’s bed, a big velvety red warren, then shut his eyes and let a slow, frustrated breath hiss quietly through his teeth. Just sitting and thinking clearly wasn’t doing him any good. He got up, turned off the light (trying his hardest to ignore the discomforted shuffle of sheets which sounded from Ashe’s bed whenever he moved) and retreated to his own bed. He could see a tiny glow of blue phone-light leaking through the cracks in Ashe’s privacy curtain and hear the bunny furiously tapping away at messages. Angry ones home to his family, surely.

‘How dare you consign me to the jaws of a hungry fox. I will sue you! I will sue you all!’ Felix imagined Ashe typing, and that made him feel a little bit better. For a moment he could even ignore the lavender bunny scent which now seemed inherent to the dorm room.

He shut his eyes and turned to the wall, feeling trembly, tired and yet horribly awake. Though he insisted to himself that he was ignoring the bunny, Felix still could not help but pick up on each little move his roommate made. He heard it when Ashe put down his phone, and he heard it when the bunny buried himself into a cocoon of blankets. He took a tiny amount of comfort in the fact that the bunny was having a hard time getting to sleep as well.

Felix tried to think of his class schedule, then the proliferation of school clubs and extramural sports which he might sign up for, but the damned bunny kept appearing in the midst of it all, lavender scented and glaring, chin tilted ever so slightly upwards, just enough to expose his soft white throat. Felix squirmed unhappily, all too aware of the heated hardness throbbing between his legs. A growing spot of pre had darkened the fabric of his briefs and he could feel his knot threatening to swell.

The damned bunny.

Even as he wondered if perhaps he ought to slip out to the bathroom (again…), Felix suddenly heard a shuffle of discomforted movement from the other side of the room. Blankets shifted and he heard a tiny hiss of static electricity, then the silken shuffle of clothing being removed, fabric sliding over fur.

“For goodness sake…” Ashe said quietly, his voice small and annoyed, simultaneously jaded and breathily excited. Felix blinked, his nose twitching. Though it hardly seemed possible, the lavender smell seemed to have suddenly grown even stronger.

Was the bunny…?

Tiny noises lifted from the Ashe’s bed; the shush of fur being disturbed and then a wet, stroking noise. Tiny, badly stifled moans sounded.

Slowly, silently, Felix turned over so that he was facing the other side of the room. He felt suddenly trembly, cocooned by the dark, a vague red shimmer hanging over the corners of his vision and his heart racing ever faster. An image sprang to mind, the bunny pressing his face into a pillow, doing all he could to remain silent. Eyes squeezed shut, surely. So focused. So vulnerable.

Lustful, dangerous thoughts stacked up in the front of Felix’s mind. It would be very easy to steal from his bed and leap into Ashe’s. To pin the bunny down, to press a pillow over his face so he couldn’t cry out. He could take his time like that. He could do anything at all.

And perhaps Ashe would enjoy it.

It was an odd thought that sprang to his mind, so counterintuitive that Felix found himself momentarily snapped from his fantasies. He felt abruptly startled, then weirdly intrigued. He’d never really considered the feelings of the victim prey before, beyond the obvious terror they would surely display if the worst came to pass. It wasn’t like prey enjoyed being attacked. And yet…there had to be some reason Ashe was furtively masturbating in his bed, within easy earshot of his roommate. He could have easily gone to some private place instead.

For an instant Felix wondered if this was an invitation, then forced the notion from his mind. Too dangerous. He was shivery and keyed up, every bit of him tensed and impatiently ready. Keeping still physically hurt.

It took entirely too long for the moans and whines and infuriating, enticing bunny noises to finally stop. Felix tried to make himself relax but his mind was full of splinters and he could not keep from drooling on the bedspread. He felt low and badly out of sorts.

Fucking bunny.

Felix wasn’t sure when he finally fell asleep, only that the buzz of his alarm startled him awake. He jabbed at his phone screen for a befuddled moment, then groaned quietly to himself. His privacy curtain was tightly drawn but he could see daylight coming through it, illuminating the golden stars and comets embroidered upon the fabric.

He got up, looking cautiously to Ashe’s bed. The bunny was still asleep, or at least pretending to be. Felix could hear slow, even breathing. He rolled his eyes and put himself together, hating just how tired and jittery he felt. The bunny’s fault, naturally. And his as well, for so completely abandoning so many of the coping mechanisms that were inherent to his instinct management courses back home. He tacked on his last thought only reluctantly, as an obligation.

Felix had just finished putting together his books when Ashe finally got up. The bunny seemed calm and perfectly refreshed, not so much as a whisker out of place. He spared Felix a glance, gauging his ruffled fur with a tiny grimace, then was gone, off to the bathroom.

For an instant Felix thought about following, but there were far too many people up and about. Privacy would be impossible. He swallowed his instincts and stalked off, feeling frustrated.

Biology was the first class of the day, up on the third floor of a building on the far edge of campus. There were tables instead of desks, where students would sit in pairs. Everything in the room was distinctly old fashioned, from the blackboard to the old brass bunsen burners and the slide projector over by the professor’s lectern. Rows of pinned butterflies and beetles lined the walls, contained behind glass.

Felix placed himself nearby to the door, laid out his books, then began to experience a sinking feeling as the other tables filled up around him. All of his classmates were prey, it seemed, and they skirted around him with superficial politeness before finding someone else to pair with.

This wasn’t a new experience, but still Felix felt embarrassed. The chair next to him was the only empty one in the entire room by the time class began. It felt like he was perched atop the wrong end of a magnet, watching iron filings scatter before him.

No matter, he insisted to himself with forced nonchalance. This just meant he would have some extra space to keep books and—

A sharp, hurried click of claws on hardwood interrupted the quiet of the hallway outside and a moment later a tiny white furred someone swept into the classroom.

“Mr. Lycett, good of you to join us.” Said the professor dryly.

Felix slumped silently in his seat, ears pinned flat and a tiny groan caught behind his teeth. He watched out of the corner of one eye as Ashe searched the room for empty seats before finally landing on the only one available. The bunny looked for a moment as though he had been consigned to a firing squad.

“Sir…” Ashe began, uncharacteristic obsequiousness coloring his voice. “May I please—”

“Johann Wolfgang von Goethe published his Metamorphosis of Plants in 1790,” the professor began, paying Ashe no mind. “This was a landmark work in understanding the homologous nature of leaf organs…”

Silently, Ashe sank into the open seat, a stormy look in his eyes. Felix tried to keep his attention firmly on the front of the room, but already the professor’s explanation of the coursework was turning into meaningless noise. There was something disturbingly magnetic about Ashe’s presence that ran precisely opposite to all of his classmates, an attractive quality that made Felix’s thoughts turn in bloody directions. The bunny’s scent was still pervasive. Flashes of the previous night filled Felix’s mind; the noise of the bunny’s gasps and moans, knife-sharp temptations in the dark.

Suddenly, Felix regretted not having obeyed his instincts. If it could have avoided him having to experience even another moment of haughty bunny glares.

“Remember our talk, pred.” Ashe said suddenly, voice low and deadly. His eyes had narrowed into a dangerous blue glare.

It took all of Felix’s willpower not to react.

“You’re still not worth it.” He said flatly, then returned his attention to the front of the classroom. It took a great effort to ignore the bunny for the rest of class, and even then Felix could not help but wonder if his lie had been obvious. His thoughts kept going in small, ugly little circles. He couldn’t even remember if the professor had assigned homework.

At least now it was over. The next class would…

There was Ashe in mathematics. And in literature. And sitting slumped and angry in socratic dialogue. They stayed far away from each other in the classroom, but though Felix tried to pay attention only to the professors, he still felt the bunny’s gaze on him from time to time, and could not purge from his nose that infuriating lavender scent.

Even worse was having so much opportunity to watch the bunny move. Ashe walked in a flighty, bouncy fashion, high on the tips of his toes. He carried his shoulders straight and his ears upright, as though trying to seem taller than he actually was. He dressed with his uniform jacket unbuttoned and beneath it Felix could see just how trim and slight Ashe was. So very delicate and small, even his legs—the strongest parts of a bunny—seemed improbably sleek.

It wasn’t good to fixate like this, Felix knew. All of the coping mechanisms and options for instinct management reeled through his mind, but they were so dull and familiar. And besides, he was still in control. For now. At the end of the first day of what was sure to be a very long semester.

Was Sisyphus always to be imagined happy?

After class Felix went for a walk. He passed through the center of campus, around hedges of lilac and blue sage, under a sky beginning to turn a bruised evening purple around the sunward edges. His thoughts refused to settle. Each glance to the library or the old fashioned brickwork of the pathways made Felix think of Ashe’s haughty proclamations about tradition. Endless generations of horrible little bunnies prancing off to enjoy an environment of learning and edification. Predator free, of course.

Suddenly he could not stand remaining in a place where Ashe might be, no matter how remote the chances. Before he could think for even a moment about just how shameful it was to flee from the idea of someone half his size, Felix found himself treading upon cement rather than brick, breathing sour traces of car exhaust as he walked city streets.

And yet, eyes still found him. It took a moment for the surprise to fade and for him to realize that passersby weren’t looking at him so much as his Briarton jacket. There was something weirdly crushing about seeing fellow predators, fellow foxes even, stare with bemusement and contempt. All distinctions had faded, it seemed. He was reduced to a preppy jackass from the school atop the hill.

Would it have made any difference if they knew about the scholarship, or his roommate, or the hard, halfway frightened way the eyes of his classmates twitched over to follow him whenever he entered a room?

An instinctive hint of shame curdled abruptly into anger. Felix dropped his paw from where it had gone to the topmost button of his coat. The color was nearly all gone from the sky now and stars were beginning to appear.

He traipsed back to campus and skulked amongst a last few straggling students. They seemed especially wary of him now, here in the grainy ghost-light of late evening. The confidence of many prey seemed to run in opposite proportion to the daylight, Felix had noticed. Those who might have snickered and exchanged cruel whispers in the classroom now seemed ill at ease. Their night vision was not nearly so good as his.

Something about that cheered him. Felix found his eyes tracking to places of deep shadow where the campus lights did not reach. Imagining, even for a moment, what it would feel like to stand there and lay in wait provoked such an intense thrill of readiness and want that Felix had to clench his teeth shut around a needful whine.

It would not get rid of his problems, he insisted to himself. Playing predatory pretend in the dark would only get him in trouble if anyone noticed…and then Ashe would be there to take gleeful advantage.

Ashe.

Felix forced himself to walk back to his dorm. It was late. Briarton didn’t have an official curfew, but campus police would probably make an exception in his case if they saw him lurking around. Still, Felix slowed upon approach. The handsome, lovely building he’d admired only the previous day now seemed wholly foreboding. He could smell hints of Ashe all the way up the stairwell and to his hall, at once enticing and infuriating. Was his nose twitching? Felix ground his teeth, all too aware that his gait had slowed to a stealthy, hateful stalk. Perhaps he’d enter the room silently and spook the bunny. That would be his one indulgence for the evening.

Even as he approached, Felix realized he could hear a tiny murmur of noise through the door. Ashe’s voice, Felix recognized the sharp, irritating cadence immediately. The bunny had to be complaining to someone on the phone. His family? An attorney? Curiosity and suspicion dueled in Felix’s mind. Carefully, he stepped forward and pressed one ear against the door, hoping that nobody would choose this moment to come out into the hall.

Now he could hear Ashe, just about. The bunny was pacing back and forth across the room. Despite himself, Felix felt a small, childish flash of displeasure at the idea of Ashe venturing into his side.

“…The school is doing nothing, I am trapped with this fox until…” Ashe’s voice trailed away into an angry mumble. He’d paused on the lefthand side of the room and Felix heard something shuffle and shift. Was the bunny touching his things? Looking through his stuff for imaginary evidence of impending predation?

He stiffened, one paw dropping to the doorknob, but a calmer, craftier part of him stayed this impulse. Ashe was on the phone. It would be very easy for the bunny to shriek or otherwise make like he was being attacked. Distasteful as this was, he had to wait until his roommate was alone.

“…No, no…” Ashe had stopped pacing but Felix could hear the bunny’s claws gritting against hardwood. “Listen. I can handle this, daddy. I can…” An odd, almost desperate tone inflected Ashe’s voice for a moment, then dropped self consciously back into a practiced assurance and drew the subject elsewhere. He spoke of classes and coursework and asked after relatives at home. Listening to the bunny speak of mundanities felt wrong, a portal into inner normalcies that someone so repugnant had no right to. He even called his father ‘daddy.’ Weird.

And he was still messing with things, Felix could hear Ashe methodically opening drawers and searching through his desk. Was the bunny having similar thoughts about him, disappointed by how ordinary he seemed? Though his voice remained calm, Felix could hear an irritated sharpness entering the bunny’s movements. He seemed to be rifling now, making no effort to be sneaky with his search.

Fucking…wait. Had he just heard a creak of bedsprings on his side of the room? Was the bunny…?

“I understand,” Ashe said, and his voice was oddly muffled now…as though it were passing behind the thick velvet of a privacy curtain. Felix felt certain now that Ashe, for whatever fucked up lapine reason that bunnies ever did anything, was now fully on his bed. “…Goodnight, daddy.”

Silence for a moment, then Felix heard something thump (he imagined Ashe tossing his phone onto his own bed) and heard a disgruntled mumble, then a shush of fur on fabric. A tense, disgruntled, very confused feeling welled within him. His paw had tightened on the doorknob and he knew that he really ought to swing it open, but still the bunny was on his side of the room, doing weird unseen things.

“Fucking fox.” Ashe muttered, just loud enough for Felix to hear. There was an odd catch to the bunny’s voice and Felix couldn’t match the noises he heard to how the bunny might be moving. The lavender scent seemed to be growing stronger.

Felix glanced down and realized with a hint of alarm that he could see his paw moving by itself, slowly turning the doorknob bit by bit. Yet, no worry or shame rose this time, even as the voices which ordinarily warned him away from taking impulsive action now became brittle and small.

This was his room. He had a right to it. And if the bunny was doing something weird, hunting through his things, then…

His jaws had fallen open and Felix shivered with the effort of restraining a hungry growl. The doorknob turned smoothly, the door swung open and he stepped in. Every movement felt silky smooth and perfectly deliberate. He noted the disarray of things on his desk, a pair of drawers open in the central dresser and then the privacy curtain around his bed pulled halfway open. There was a flash of white fur, a fluttery movement of a bunny ear. Ashe was lying on his bed.

Anger and confusion melded seamlessly with a rising predatory glee, the sort of instinctive delight that came with happening upon prey that had made itself vulnerable. Ashe still hadn’t noticed him. The bunny was shifting around, shuffling and muttering quiet, hateful things. Flashes of the previous night came to Felix, borne by the bunny’s scent and the sharp, shameful tone of his voice.

“Fucking fox.” The bunny kept saying, voice small and murderous. A rhythmic quality emerged from out of the shuffling and the bunny’s breathing, already disordered, became shivery and tense. Felix saw the point of Ashe’s knee press for a moment against the inside of the privacy curtain and he imagined the bunny’s legs spread as wide as they would go. For some reason he fixated upon the silky white fur on the inside of the bunny’s thighs. What it would feel like. Surely it would smell just as strongly of lavender as the rest of him.

It seemed to take at once an instant and a hundred years to cross the space between the door and his bed. His heart was thrumming and his fur had stood in clumps. Every bit of him swam with prickles of pale static. No clear answer arose when he thought of what he would do when he finally reached the bunny.

Felix drew back the privacy curtain with a single hard yank. Ashe squeaked, too startled even to flinch. The bunny’s eyes were huge and his whiskers in wild disarray. Even his perfect velvety fur had risen and was mussed all over. His mouth shivered open into a small O of perfect horror. No sound emerged.

The bunny’s legs were wide open and he had a paw down between his thighs. He’d removed his pants and his briefs, they lay crumpled at the base of the bed. Felix found his eyes drawn first to the bunny’s little cottony tail, twitching frantically away, then, just above…

_“Oh.” _ He said, voice light with surprise.

Between Ashe’s legs was a little pink slit, wet, soft and stretched achingly tight around a pair of the bunny’s fingers. For the first time Felix properly put together where the omnipresent, enticing lavender scent which seemed to pour off of Ashe like steam from a kettle actually came from.

The bunny was in heat.

For a moment they were both frozen, caught entirely off guard, then Ashe lashed frantically out with one leg. It was a panicked, not very well thought out kick, but it had all the strength of a bunny under threat behind it. Felix dodged more by luck than anything, Ashe’s foot zipping past his left ear. Instinct took over. He lunged, putting himself between the bunny’s legs, and suddenly was on top of his roommate, one paw closing tight around Ashe’s throat, pressing him down onto the bedspread. The bunny bucked beneath him, wriggling wildly. Felix felt tiny paws batter at his sides, then try to press up against his chest, but Ashe was simply too small and weak to possibly push him off. Even the prickle of the bunny’s claws as he tried to scratch through his shirt seemed to mean nothing.

“Brat.” Felix hissed.

The whole scene had a weird glossy unreality to it and for a long moment Felix felt unsure what he was actually supposed to do next. A tiny voice shrilled at the back of his mind that this was bad, this was so so so bad. Yet, none of this made him want to stop. The bunny’s eyes were huge with terror and he kept trying to get his legs up so he could kick or try to rip at Felix with his claws. It was so perfectly easy to block this, to pin the bunny’s legs open with one knee and delight in the whine of discomfort that accompanied. There were tears spilling down Ashe’s face and his mouth was open wide, the bunny struggling for air. A sort of raw, elemental panic flickered at the backs of his eyes.

Felix let out a breath, delighting in the freedom of even this one small act. He could move. He could breathe. He could do anything he wanted and the bunny would simply have to _take it. _ A hot, desperate ache had started between Felix’s legs and he undid his pants, shuffling them off and freeing his shaft, the first few inches already protruding from a rapidly swelling sheath. Beneath him, the bunny whimpered and abruptly drew back his head as best he could. A panicked, horrified hitching movement convulsed Ashe’s chest. The bunny still had his school jacket on, rivers of pale static coursing over blue wool. Felix tore it open with his free paw, scattering a handful of buttons, and then ripped away the front of Ashe’s shirt.

He’d thought that the bunny might be wearing a binder but there was only fur, snowy white and a bit longer than anywhere else on the bunny’s body. His chest was already perfectly flat. Felix stroked a paw indulgently through that velvety fluff, delighting in the terrified shiver of the bunny’s heart and the way Ashe kept trying to shrink away from him. He found one perky pink nipple and pinched it hard between two claws. The bunny whimpered and bucked but managed not to let out a scream.

A huge, dark shiver ran down Felix’s spine and seemed to compel him to press forward. His hips bucked and the whole length of his shaft glided over velvety white fur. It surprised him a little just how wet Ashe was, how impossibly soaked the bunny had become even in the moments since he’d been pinned down. Felix glanced down, almost in sync with the terrified little bunny, and saw Ashe’s eyes widen at the sight of his cock, at just how big it looked when pressed between his legs. It seemed to serve almost as a demonstration of just how much he’d have to take and how wide he’d be stretched. A part of Felix wanted to tell Ashe about his knot, still not fully swollen, but the words felt immaterial when compared to action.

He drew back and aligned the tip of his shaft with Ashe’s slit. Though the bunny thrashed and tried impotently to kick, it was easy to bend the little brat to his will. Felix felt a hint of warmth and velvety resistance for a moment, then he pushed through it. He’d thought the bunny might scream, but Ashe only went stiff, his mouth opened and his eyes widened, glimmering with outraged tears. His ears, pinned back, shivered straight again and in their movements Felix saw a desperate unwillingness to really recognize what was happening. That he had been taken for a predator’s pleasure, his herbivorous bunny weakness put on full, permanent display.

Felix hilted into him with a pair of hard, messy thrusts, unable to contain a delighted, growling gasp at just how wet and warm and wonderfully tight the bunny’s cunt was. He could feel Ashe clenching down upon him in some sort of reactive, vain attempt to keep his shaft out. The bunny whined and produced a strangled gasp of his own, a miserable, embarrassed groan that went high and threatened to turn, for just an instant, into a cry. Then Ashe clenched his teeth, shut his eyes and seemed to be trying to lock himself away from what was happening.

Fucking bunny.

Felix made his next thrust a hard one, vicious and complete enough that he shoved Ashe further up the bed and crammed him amidst a muddle of pillows stacked against the headboard. The bed creaked and the velvet privacy curtain shivered in place. He felt Ashe’s legs kick straight and saw the bunny’s blue eyes shoot open for just a moment, long enough to fix upon Felix’s fangs. Then Felix leaned in and clamped his jaws around Ashe’s throat, ruffling the bunny’s fur with a huff of hot breath.

At this Ashe did scream. Or he tried to. It was a reedy, pathetic little noise and cut off at the first real press of teeth at his throat. Felix felt every bit of the bunny clench tight, Ashe’s paws coming up to press, with frightened gingerness, at the fronts of his shoulders. The bunny wasn’t really trying to get away anymore, if only because he knew that he couldn’t. There had to be sad little bunny justifications racing behind those big blue eyes, telling him that if he didn’t fight back then perhaps the big bad fox wouldn’t bite down on his neck.

Felix had to gather himself, pushing forward so that he was in a more advantageous position. His thoughts had become sharp and more predatory than ever, years or repressed instinct and frustrated wants running wild. In the conscious forefront of this mind he kept expecting that perhaps he would feel a sudden rush of horror or shame, but nothing came. This felt too _good. _ Perhaps if he had snapped around someone random, prey from off the street…but this was Ashe. Ashe who had come into his bed and spread his legs and laid there practically begging for it.

If anyone deserved this…

Felix growled, doing all he could to keep Ashe frightened and tense, to preserve the feeling of struggle and the terrified quiver that ran the length of the bunny’s fragile frame. It was intoxicating to lay pressed tight against him, to feel every inch of the bunny fighting to stay alive in his own small, weak way. To feel just how tight Ashe’s cunt had clenched, still impossibly wet and hot, so it seemed like the bunny was fighting and losing against every inch of his every thrust.

And there was still the lavender smell baking off of him, muddled now with an infectious metallic stink of terror. Felix tightened his teeth upon Ashe’s throat, hard enough to make the bunny choke and start a tiny trickle of blood. It tasted almost sweet, in behind the salt and iron and the buzz of adrenalized electricity which seemed to zing through every atom of the bunny’s being. Ashe made a tiny, frightened noise that wasn’t quite a scream but was more than a mere whimper, and in that noise Felix heard the outlines of a single word. It put the fur straight all along his back and seemed to bring his hips forward again, even harder, all on its own.

Please, Ashe was begging.

Felix leaned in, crushing the bunny down against the bedspread, and hammered into him. Ashe had curled his legs and Felix could feel the bunny’s knees pressed tight against his ribs, every bit of him mutely atremble. A shivery quality inflected the bunny’s breath, even more ragged and unstable than before. Though Felix did not have a good view of Ashe’s face he could practically feel the bunny squeezing his eyes shut. Tiny noises, high and unhappy, leaked from between the bunny’s tightly clenched teeth. They came in sync with the clenching of his cunt, rings of tiny muscles clamping tight around the invading girth of Felix’s cock.

Was he…?

Felix lingered at the height of his next thrust, grinding the forward edge of his knot against Ashe’s slit, trying to push as deep into him as he possibly could. The bunny spasmed beneath him and this time the noises he made were clearer; a miserable little moan accompanied by a sudden panicked shiver of trapped paws and tightly curled legs. At the corner of his vision Felix caught a flash of blue, Ashe’s eyes open and filled with desperate horror at the sensations overcoming his treacherous body.

Of course this was how a bunny would react. Felix couldn’t keep from snickering, teeth still clamped down on Ashe’s throat, keeping the bunny pinned in place. He’d begun to pant, a huge scalding tautness gathering at the pit of his stomach and seeming to flow forward between his legs. Was he already getting close?

No time to dwell on that. Felix rolled his hips against the bunny’s, putting the whole of his weight into his next few thrusts. Ashe groaned, pressed hard against the headboard of the bed. There was nowhere for him to go, no empty space to disperse the force of his fucking.

The bunny tried to resist, his legs kicking feebly out, but this was barely more than a token effort. His cunt clenched tight even as he did this and then the bunny cried out and Felix was startled to feel Ashe’s legs clutch tight around his hips, a desperate, surprising profusion of instinctive bunny strength helping draw him in even deeper. He let his jaws slip free from Ashe’s throat and used that little bit of extra leverage to help push his knot against the bunny’s slick, abused entrance.

For a moment Ashe’s resistance held, the bunny shivering and gasping, head thrown back and teary eyes staring wide into empty space, then some crucial element of lapine determination folded and Ashe felt Ashe’s cunt envelop him, stretching achingly tight around the throbbing circumference of his knot.

It seemed as though the bunny’s body and mind were doing entirely different things, for Ashe’s legs remained clasped tight around him and his paws were no longer pressed against his chest, yet the bunny was staring at him with tearful rage and fragments of words were emerging from around fitful gasps and moans.

_“F…fucking fox…” _ He managed.

Felix leaned in, lip curled to show his fangs, then something happened and rather than closing his teeth back over the bunny’s throat he shoved his mouth against Ashe’s, staining the bunny’s lips with his own blood. Their teeth clanked and Felix felt a zing of static sting his nose. Ashe gasped, at once startled and terrified in an entirely new way, but he could not pull away and perhaps he was simply too surprised, for the bunny did not try to wrench his head to the side and break the…kiss…was that what they were doing?

Felix cast conscious thought away—not now, too confusing—and forced himself as deep into the bunny’s cunt as he possibly could, his balls pressed into the soft white fur at the base of Ashe’s desperately twitching tail.

The bunny shivered, his legs tightened and he moaned into Felix’s mouth, every bit of dignity wrung from him by the rigors of a shameful, unwanted climax. His eyes were open, filled with tears, and somehow it was the absolute stunned incomprehension in them which pushed Felix over the edge.

He came with a groan, the fur along his back puffing upright and his tail shooting straight. His knot seemed to swell even larger and every bit of him went ecstatically taut, jets of thick vulpine seed drenching Ashe’s womb. The bunny wriggled, visibly unhappy yet unable to contain a new set of moans at the warm, natural sensation of being pumped full of cum.

For a long, wonderful moment the whole world seemed to shrink down until it was just him and the bunny. His bunny.

“You—” Ashe managed to say, but Felix shoved his tongue into the bunny’s mouth, forcing him to be silent, to submit to being humiliated and bred.

…Probably not really. Bunnies and foxes were too taxonomically different to work that way…but for an incandescent, halfway startling moment, Felix dearly wished otherwise. How better to show Ashe his proper place?

He thrust another few times, slower and more gently. There wasn’t as great a need to be rough anymore, not with the bunny twitching uselessly beneath him, legs spread and stomach slightly rounded both by the sheer girth of the knot he’d taken and the hot, virile seed flooding his womb.

Ashe kept trying to speak but only unhappy little fragments spilt from between his lips. The fur around the bunny’s mouth was stained red and his teeth were splotched pink. A ringlet of crimson spanned his throat, as though a ruby necklace had been painted upon his fur. Delicately, the bunny touched at his neck and stared with quiet horror at the blood staining his fingertips.

“You…” He tried again, and this time Felix decided to let the bunny speak. “You raped me…” Ashe managed at last. There was real distress in the bunny’s voice, his tone pale and feeble, but the words might have packed more of a punch had he not been battling through a new wave of miserable little moans. Felix rolled his hips against Ashe’s, forcing the bunny to squirm around his knot. It was all he could do not to make any noise himself, all but overcome by the satisfaction of knowing that he’d just broken the bunny in.

“Do you have any idea how fucked you are…?” This new threat came more as a whimper than a hiss. Felix looked to the bunny’s eyes, mildly surprised that Ashe felt enough confidence to threaten him. He waited for fear to arise within himself. Doubt. He probed the situation for some kind of logical horror at the trouble that he was now surely in, but all of this was swept aside by an easy sense of predatory assurance.

Felix leaned in close, putting himself nose to nose with Ashe. The bunny went absolutely still, whatever momentary defiance he’d managed to gin up evaporating in an instant. For a split second Felix entertained the idea of finishing the job, sinking his fangs into the bunny’s throat, but…

Beyond the mess and the fact that he would never, ever get away with it, there loomed a greater problem. That would be it. No more bunny to pin and bend and dominate. Never again would he get to see the outrage in Ashe’s eyes fade to stunned incomprehension at the sensation of being fucked to an unwilling climax. Even now he could see that same panicked shame burning away in the bunny’s expression.

And that gave him an idea.

Felix scooped the bunny into his arms and rolled over, forcing Ashe to settle in his lap. The bunny squirmed, gravity forcing Felix’s knot even deeper into his abused cunt. The bunny flopped miserably forward, tiny, fast breaths ruffling the fur on Felix’s chest. Holding tight to the poor bunny, Felix shuffled across the gap between beds and settled onto Ashe’s. The bunny collapsed against his chest, panting and helplessly atremble with unwanted sensation.

It took Felix a moment to find the bunny’s phone, then another to yank Ashe’s head back and show him the screen. The phone chimed and unlocked. Felix dangled it before the bunny.

“Call anyone you want,” he said. “I’ll go away, sure, and everyone will pretend to feel sorry for you…but in private they’ll all be asking what you were doing on my bed with your legs spread. Wondering just how hard you came when you took my knot. Might make family dinner a little awkward, when you’re talking to your daddy about how good a time you’ve had here at Briarton—”

“S-shut up, you vermin.” Ashe hissed. He snatched the phone with trembling paws, fumbling it against Felix’s chest, but he did not dial. For a long moment the bunny simply stared at the glowing screen, making no move. The phone dimmed, then shut off. Ashe continued to stare, teeth clenched and nose helplessly wriggling. His ears had drawn back and his whiskers were badly crooked.

Gently, Felix reached out and plucked the phone from Ashe’s grip. The bunny made no move to stop him. His eyes flashed briefly up, watery and filled with helpless anger, then skated elsewhere.

“Thought so.” Felix said. He shifted experimentally and felt a warm trickle of seed leak from around the edges of his knot. He was starting to soften. Another few minutes and he’d be able to pull free. Ashe squirmed and bit back a small, unhappy noise. Tears had cut dark tracks through the fur on his face and he looked singularly miserable, awash with shame and purest humiliation.

The bunny’s bearing only got worse when Felix did eventually pull out. He’d laid Ashe on his back by then and the bunny groaned as Felix wiped himself clean using the soft white fur on his thighs. A warm puddle of vulpine seed drooled from the bunny’s slit, drowning his tail and staining the bedspread. Ashe didn’t try to move away from the mess. He lay spreadeagled, splotched with blood and cum, his ears askew and his eyes welling with angry tears.

Felix stood and stretched. A cautious sense of joy had bloomed at the pit of his stomach and he felt suddenly, irrepressibly certain that Ashe wouldn’t say anything. The circumstances were too muddy, the bunny had made himself too culpable. If any of the more embarrassing details made it out, and Felix had certainly implied that they would…

Still.

“Come on.” Said Felix, and gathered Ashe into his arms. The bunny was shockingly light, holding him felt like handling a wounded bird.

“Get the fuck off of me…” Ashe began to hiss, but his voice broke and his posture collapsed into a miserable sulk.

They crossed the hall into the bathroom. Ashe’s ears twitched and he looked suddenly terrified at the prospect of being so publicly exposed, but the whole room was empty. Felix found a shower stall and turned on the water.

“Washing away the evidence?” Ashe asked listlessly. An unpleasant, truculent quality had reentered his gaze.

“If you really want to go to bed leaking my cum…” Felix began to turn away from the shower and was gratified when Ashe stiffened. He shifted the curtain aside and set the bunny beneath the spray. Ashe stood for a wobbly instant, then slowly, miserably collapsed into a little white puddle at the far corner of the stall, legs too weak to support him.

Felix hesitated for a moment, then joined, twitching the curtain shut behind him. Ashe groaned, but did not resist when Felix hauled him upright. The stall was tight with two people in it, even two fairly small people, and Felix found himself momentarily surprised by just how intimate it felt to be stood with Ashe pressed against him. The insides of the bunny’s ears had gone a faint pink and his nose was again relentlessly twitching. His blue eyes remained fixed upon the far wall.

Felix soaped the bunny bit by bit, taking his time. He dabbed the blood away from Ashe’s throat and straightened the tangled fur over the bunny’s chest. Ashe stood, ill at ease and cringing at every touch, but there was no disguising the way his nipples hardened when Felix’s paws roamed over them, nor the way the shower stall again became filled with the lavender scent of his heat.

“Stop it.” Ashe muttered, but his voice was small and the words barely registered over the rush of water and the growing ragged pant of his breath. Felix pretended not to hear. He’d dropped to his knees to soap the bunny’s legs and found himself leaning ever closer, until his nose was pressed to the sodden tufts of fur just above Ashe’s slit. He took a deep breath, mildly embarrassed at himself for such an intimate indulgence, then looked up. He thought that Ashe might try to hit him, such was the look of outrage the bunny produced, but though his fists were clenched and teeth tightly gritted, Ashe only looked sharply elsewhere and only squeaked a little when Felix lavished his slit with a long, wet lick.

This was hardly the sort of behavior he could explain to himself; giving the horrible little bunny the sort of pleasure that ought to have been saved for someone actually deserving, but…all Felix could really focus on was the sweet, faintly earthy taste of the bunny, the intoxicating smell of his heat and the discomforted squirm of his legs, their lapine strength again threatening to come undone.

He glanced upwards, caught a gratifying glimpse of Ashe with his eyes shut and his ears tightly pinned, then focused on pushing his tongue ever deeper into the bunny’s soaked sex.

Ashe spoke, a distressed, fragmentary babble punctuated by moans and sharp exhalations of breath. He squirmed desperately in place, tail twitching and every bit of himself drawn horribly tight. Felix could only guess as to the sensations that must have been coursing through him, but they seemed intense nearly to the point of agony. Both of Ashe’s paws came down, almost desperately, and fixed upon his ears, but the bunny made no move to try and tear him away. For a conflicted moment the bunny’s claws prickled upon his skin, then they slid further down and the bunny gripped him tight, drawing him nearer.

Ashe came with an airy gasp, hips bucking and his grip growing momentarily painful before he seemed to lose all cohesion in his limbs. The walls of the bunny’s cunt spasmed and Felix withdrew his tongue, allowing Ashe to crumple to the floor of the stall, in amongst the spray and a last few suds of soap. The bunny glared at him, gasping for breath, his legs jittering. He looked nearly as though he’d just received a strong electrical shock.

Felix wiped his mouth and laughed, the noise shaky. His heart had again begun to pound and a warm, needful feeling was swirling at his center, tightening between his legs.

He fell upon the bunny and pushed him up against the wall, letting gravity sink Ashe down upon his shaft. The bunny whimpered and moaned, overwhelmed and overly sensitized, the silken walls of his cunt clenching desperately tight.

“I…f-fucking hate you…” Ashe protested in moans and needy little cries, the bunny’s legs clamped tight around Felix’s waist and his claws stinging the backs of his shoulders. Felix could feel Ashe’s breath against the side of his neck, warm and fast, inflected by lustful whimpers each time he hit a sensitive spot.

He kissed the bunny, pushing his head back against the wall, and was startled to feel Ashe’s tongue pushing forward to meet his. The bunny had to be trying to say something, to protest, to insist that his bratty, slutty, heat enhanced prey horribleness somehow all made sense. Felix drew back, surprised, then curled his lip and pounded Ashe even harder, pressing him tight against the shower wall and pushing his knot deep into the bunny’s spasming sex.

He came with a snarl, breathing hard into Ashe’s ear and enjoying the frenetic twitch of the bunny’s whiskers against his cheek. It took him a long moment to gather himself, to find words in amongst the pleasure and satisfaction and sudden out of breath exhaustion that now threatened to overcome him.

“You’re mine,” he panted into Ashe’s ear. “My bunny.” Somehow, the words came out softer than he’d intended. Still, Ashe shivered at the sound of them and could do nothing but tremble and try to catch his own breath.

They lay like that beneath the spray for awhile, until the water lost some of its warmth and Felix was able to pull his knot free. He stood slowly upright, still breathing hard. Ashe remained puddled on the floor, trembling from head to toe, thick rivulets of vulpine seed washing from out of his swollen sex.

Felix didn’t bother washing Ashe again. Instead he went back across the hall, fur spiky and only halfway dried. Everything still felt a bit dreamlike and vague, though pockets of clarity were emerging. Had he really just done all of that? Had Ashe…?

He shook his head, went to retreat into his bed, then wrinkled his nose. His bedspread was splotched with wet patches, fluids of all descriptions, both his and Ashe’s.

The bunny’s bed was even worse off.

Felix sighed, gathered up the soiled bedding and went to the laundry room in the basement. He did his best to empty his mind as he sat and watched the machines work. Even still, stray thoughts and pertinent worries flashed through his mind, clotting gradually together.

He wondered what Ashe was thinking, considered going up and confiscating the bunny’s phone (just in case), then figured that wouldn’t do anything. Worse, it would make him look worried. Which he wasn’t. Right?

He’d done nothing wrong. Not to Ashe, at least. Because Ashe had deserved it. He’d laid down, spread his legs and…

Now, for the first time, fear began to bubble up, a dark trickle at the very bottommost levels of his mind. It made Felix’s stomach feel cold and curdled, like a scum of ice forming over the surface of a swamp.

Still, he’d showed Ashe his phone, all but invited him to call for help, and the bunny had declined. Would that still hold true now that he was alone and perhaps experiencing a similar burst of horrible post-attack clarity?

Felix squirmed in place, hating just how easily all of this unbalanced him. Again he thought for a second about killing the bunny. Perhaps Ashe was still in the showers. That would be an easier environment to clean up than the dorm room. All clean tile, with a handy drain right there to wash away the blood. But…

He was the roommate, and a fox, and he had no alibi, no reason why he wouldn’t have been there with Ashe all night. Images came to mind of police investigators spritzing the hallways with Luminol and coming across huge glowing blotches in the bathroom. Cuffs. Prison. Fuck.

No. Too much trouble. Too much certainty he’d get caught.

Things were fairly okay as they currently stood…right? Felix looked again into the machines, their swirl of soap and bedsheets, and silently ground his teeth. It would have only taken a moment to clean Ashe, perhaps even to drag the bunny by the ears and toss him into one of the machines. But even thinking about that made Felix’s fur stand straight and a ghostly scent of lavender fill his nose. Tired as he was, there really was no telling what would have happened had he put his paws on the bunny again.

Not that anything too crazy had gone on. The bunny had actually put marks on him that last time; there were lines of little welts, tiny claw marks on his shoulders where Ashe had gripped tight. That had been just before the weird kiss. Had Ashe kissed him back? Why had he—

The washing machine buzzed, signaling the end of its cycle. Felix jumped, unable to stifle a yelp. He stared into the settling suds, fur puffed upright, then laughed at himself. The noise was atonal and jarring.

If only the oblivious, infuriatingly chipper gazelle R.A. were here to see him now.

‘Why yes, my dumb bunny-slut roommate has learned some things from me, thanks a bunch for the fucking advice!’ Felix could just about hear himself saying, fur askew and eyes bright with murderous predatory intent.

He shoved the bedding into a dryer, then decided to go back upstairs. He had to go check on Ashe and see what was happening. Even if the bunny was calling the police, at least he’d _know. _

Felix took the stairs slowly, jittering with nerves, unable to hide his fangs or keep his fur from standing upright. He stalked to the door of his room and silently opened it. The lights were on and for a moment he registered only stillness, but then he saw that the privacy curtain around Ashe’s bed was tightly closed. Now that he listened very closely, Felix could hear the bunny’s breathing, shivery and disordered. Was he awake? Did he have his phone clutched tight to his chest, a half typed plea for help glowing on the screen?

Felix let out a slow breath and shut the door behind him, doing all he could to banish those worried thoughts. If he couldn’t kill the bunny, the only power he truly had over him was a sense of grand predatory terror. If he acted worried then that would invite the bunny to decide that reporting what had happened was a viable outcome after all.

Still, he stood and stared at Ashe’s bed for a long moment. The bunny was lying on a bare mattress, too tired to move, sore and ashamed, burning up with humiliation at all that had happened.

That made Felix feel somewhat better. He moved quietly over to his own bed, sat down and let out a quiet breath. For a moment he thought about invading Ashe’s bed anyway, but something twisted at the pit of his stomach and Felix could not help but recall the startling press of the bunny’s tongue against his and the desperate gasp of breath that had accompanied it. Perhaps Ashe hadn’t been trying to speak at all.

Felix shivered and turned sharply away, feeling suddenly uncertain and deeply annoyed at himself. He laid down, facing the wall. The drier would be done in an hour or so, then he’d go and collect bedding. Then, at long last, the night would be over.

He was asleep in moments.

Ashe was gone when Felix awoke, the privacy curtain open just wide enough that he could see the bunny’s mattress. He sat quickly upright, silenced his alarm and rubbed one paw through the fur between his ears, feeling bleary and tense. The events of the previous night settled only uneasily into place, remaining weirdly dreamlike even as he sifted through them.

It occurred to Felix that Ashe was probably off speaking with the dean or the campus police, or doing something that would be bad for him. Here, in the cold light of day, he was probably far enough separated from the shame of the moment to start telling people what had happened.

This scared Felix less than he’d expected, if only because there wasn’t anything he could do. He thought for a second about running, but this was purely intellectual. The inevitability of his downfall settled over him, warm and numb and immense. In a way Felix nearly felt relieved.

He gathered his things and went to class. Biology was first, just as it had been the previous day. Had the professor assigned homework or reading? Did any of this matter?

Felix had decided that he would go quietly when the police came. There would be no point in trying to run or fight. He’d remain upright and calm, and give nobody at all a reason to see him as sly or conniving. People would all think the same thing (fucking fox), but he wouldn’t let them see it.

So consumed was he by all of this that Felix was halfway to his table before he realized Ashe was already seated, primly awaiting the professor’s arrival. Felix hesitated for a moment, caught by surprise. Ashe was watching him, he realized, one blue eye swiveled carefully back. The bunny’s expression was unreadable.

Felix sat and set out his things, but could really only pay attention to the bunny. Ashe’s paws were neatly folded and his fur was, again, immaculate. Around his neck he wore a sleek Italian scarf, up high enough to conceal the ring of welts Felix’s teeth had worn through his fur.

The bunny glanced over, registered his relief, and then offered a contemptuous huff of breath. His lip curled into the faintest of sneers.

“So I figured you right.” Felix said.

“You were guessing,” Ashe had to look away, his expression stormy. “Isn’t that just like a fox.”

“Careful, prey.” Felix warned. He dropped a paw and slid it over Ashe’s thigh, letting the bunny feel the prickle of his claws through black fabric. The bunny tensed but did not move. The sneer dropped abruptly from his face.

“Get your paw off of me.” There was surely meant to be an intimidating quality to Ashe’s voice, but the bunny had clearly been caught off guard. His eyes flickered out across the classroom and he spoke so quietly that Felix barely heard it. The bunny sat very still, rigid and unhappy. The only movement was the rapid twitch of his cottony little tail.

Brazenly, Felix slid his paw further up Ashe’s leg. The bunny tried to squeeze his thighs together but Felix managed to press a pair of fingers between the bunny’s legs. He rubbed his fingertips over the fabric, firmly enough that the bunny could only squirm. This was risky, even without Ashe's potential reactions, and it was all Felix could do not to glance anxiously around himself. If he wanted to keep the bunny in line, it would have to be done through humiliation, dominance and the promise of total social embarrassment if anything ever came out.

Ashe moved to put his paws under the table but Felix halted this effort with a look and a tiny shake of his head. The bunny shivered with fear and quiet outrage.

“What the fuck are you doing, stop it.” Ashe hissed. Again, the bunny sounded more desperate than angry. It occurred to Felix that Ashe could simply have stood up and faked a sudden need for the bathroom, but he didn’t move. The bunny’s breathing had become shallow and quick, the insides of his ears a deepening shade of pink.

Felix kept rubbing, enjoying the slow creep of lavender into the air and the dampness of fabric beneath his fingers. Ashe kept his eyes fixed on the front of the classroom now, paws pressed firmly onto the tabletop before him. He looked faintly stricken.

“You want me to stop? How about you apologize for the way you’ve acted.” Felix said.

“The way I’ve acted? You…” Ashe trailed off, shivering with embarrassment and rage. Once again he glanced quickly past Felix, across the classroom, and then redirected his gaze to the tabletop. People were still arriving, scooting their chairs and rustling papers, but it was clear that the professor would soon arrive. Then everyone would need to be quiet, and any sort of disruption would stand out. Ashe had to realize this.

“I don’t even mean the shitty anti-predator attitude. Most of you are like that on some level,” Felix continued, before the bunny had too much time to think. “More like…prancing around in heat and acting like you weren’t fantasizing about being knotted from the moment we met.”

For a moment Felix wondered if he’d gone too far. Ashe stiffened in his seat and stared hard at him, ears pinned and nose madly wriggling. His eyes narrowed, burning with outrage. Yet, beneath all of the superiority and whatever traditional pedigree must have gone into his upbringing, the bunny had begun to squirm and there was a pink, blushing heat warming every bit of him, eating away at his angry resolve.

Felix watched this, presenting an air of perfect superiority, and slowly Ashe crumbled. The bunny tried to squirm away, seemed to realize that it was too late, that he would betray something if he stood up now, and so let out a quiet hiss of breath.

“I’m not apologizing for being ra—” He began to protest, but Felix only pressed down more, fingers roving over soaked fabric, and the bunny had to bite back a little moan.

Before them, the professor finally made his entrance. Ashe’s eyes widened and his shoulders slumped.

“Sorry.” He capitulated, the single word alive with hate, and Felix decided that this was good enough. Silently, he withdrew his paw and discreetly licked his fingers clean.

Ashe was trembly and aloof for the rest of biology and little better during mathematics. It occurred to Felix that the bunny had probably worked very hard to put himself back together after the events of the previous night. Yet, all of that had been a facade. The neat clothes, upright posture and snotty attitude, even the stylish scarf was only there to hide the bite mark at his throat.

Looking at Ashe, all Felix could really think of was the bunny lying whimpering and exposed, blood bright at his neck and around his mouth, his cute pink cunt stretched tight around a throbbing vulpine shaft. The bunny talked a good game, but when it came down to actions…

Felix rode out a shiver and then quickly had to think of something else before the tautness in his groin grew too apparent. And perhaps Ashe noticed this, for the bunny zipped straight out of the classroom and then did not reappear for socratic dialogue.

The same old worries again threatened to rise, but this time Felix found them glancing away. He listened, took notes and always kept the bunny’s empty seat in the corner of his view. The sight of it filled him with a warm flush of satisfaction.

Ashe wasn’t in the dorm room when Felix returned from class, nor was he in the laundry room when Felix finally, belatedly picked up their bedding. He made up his own bed, hesitated for just a moment, then made Ashe’s too. There were still faint stains spattered across the bunny’s sheets, spots of blood rusted to an earthy reddish brown.

Behind him, the door swung quietly open. Felix pretended not to hear it. Pretended not to hear the apprehensive grit of the bunny’s claws on the floorboards and the tiny, shaky intake of breath Ashe made. So fragile and anxious, that noise.

“What are you doing, pred?” The bunny snapped. Felix didn’t give him the satisfaction of flinching. He glanced back, tried for a moment to seem nonchalant, then figured there was no point in pretending. His fangs were already threatening to spring free, his fur coming up in clumps. Ashe had taken a small step into the room and stood poised there, one paw gripping onto the edge of the door as though it were a lifeline. The bunny was trying to seem tough even as he stood precariously balanced upon the edge of a dark, predatory abyss.

Ashe’s eyes were bright and watchful, his fur slightly messy and his tail frenetically twitching. Though Felix could not hear Ashe’s heartbeat the bunny was practically shivering with the force of it. He looked ill at ease, ill in general, all but possessed by something within himself that was sickly, all consuming and badly understood.

Felix took a step towards the door. Ashe flinched but did not shy away. He had to understand that he would be safer in the hallway, out where everyone could see him, but still the bunny did not move. His eyes were fixed upon Felix’s fangs and the burning yellow of his eyes.

“Are you going to come in or do I have to go and catch you?” Felix asked. His voice sounded harsh, the words coarsened by the edges of a needful growl. A fizzy, light feeling had filled him, knotting his stomach tight and raising his fur in uneven clumps. He didn’t even want to wait for Ashe to make a decision. He wanted to lunge and seize the bunny’s throat with his teeth, to knock him backwards and take him in the hallway for everyone to see. To make Ashe moan and whimper and love it.

The bunny must have seen some element of this, for quietly he shut the door behind himself and stood there, small, vulnerable and trembling.

“You’re making me do this.” He mumbled, voice small and broken. His eyes kept slipping to the floor.

Felix made like he would say something, then lunged instead. Ashe stiffened and had just enough time to try and shy away before Felix caught him in his arms. The bunny squeaked, just as he had the first time this had happened, and Felix took him to the floor. He was careful not to slam the bunny down or do anything to break his toy, even as furious old instincts raged for him to do exactly that. Ashe squirmed, scratched and writhed, but Felix bulled through each of these futile prey defenses and pried the bunny’s legs open, his claws shredding finely tailored cloth, making a ruin of Ashe’s uniform. The bunny probably only had so many of those. Felix wondered if he kept going whether the bunny could possibly be forced to go to class naked and exposed, perhaps even crawling submissively on all fours so he’d be nothing but prey.

He fucked the bunny on the floor this time, more gently than Ashe had perhaps expected, for the bunny made another attempt at fighting back, at least until Felix pushed his knot in and the bunny melted into a soft white puddle of moans and shivery self hatred. They lay together for a little bit, the bunny’s legs tightly clenched around Felix’s hips and his eyes hateful behind the tears. One or two of the little cuts on Ashe’s neck had reopened and there were points of red slowly expanding across his throat. The bunny hardly seemed to notice. He was too busy glaring. Trying to pretend he wasn’t working to get his breath back.

Felix met Ashe’s gaze and sighed.

“You asked for this—” He began to say, then the bunny’s arms looped tight around the backs of his shoulders and Ashe’s mouth was on his, the bunny’s blue eyes squeezed tight and his ears pinned and his whole body gone tense and shivery as though he’d just been zapped with a stun-gun. Felix blinked, caught completely off guard and felt Ashe’s tongue press hard against his, the bunny attempting to exercise some last desperate piece of bizarre dominance, or at least inviting him to come and break that last ditch effort down.

This time Felix felt no urge to pull away. Even here, in this last arena, the bunny was simply too small and weak to really stand against him. Felix rolled his hips against Ashe’s and kissed the bunny quiet when he moaned and after a while Ashe lay gasping and spent on the carpet, his head back and his throat exposed, rivulets of alabaster seed running out from his pussy.

Felix thought about gloating or saying something cruel to the bunny, but there was really no need. Instead he took hold of one of Ashe’s ears and tugged him forward, so that the bunny was on all fours before him. The bunny whined and glared weakly, but there was no choice other than obedience. Felix guided Ashe forward and pressed the bunny’s face between his legs, the length of his cock printing a wet mark across the side of Ashe’s face. The bunny’s breath was warm and quick, his body trembling. When Ashe tried to push himself back his arms faltered and he only succeeded in collapsing forward.

Finally, bereft of all other options, the bunny opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to be guided all along his master’s shaft. Felix sat back and stroked gently behind Ashe’s ear, enjoying the tiny, angry hitches in his bunny’s breathing. There were shivers also, Ashe trying his hardest to keep from panting. The bunny muttered little things occasionally, nothing nice, but it didn’t stop him from licking.

Felix let out a slow, pleased breath. Perhaps he would come to feel welcome at Briarton after all.