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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM on SoFurry .

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A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas.

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“Shut hunts wolves.”

“What?” Ian asked, suddenly snapped out of his daze. He hadn’t been aware he was staring, but he had been, at a small and petite white rabbit doe dressed in a black business suit.

“Don’t let Wren’s appearance fool you, dude. That rabbit, as small as she may appear, she fucking hunts wolves. She’s a killer” Ian’s friend, Hank, reaffirmed.

Wren Mason was something of an enigma in the business world, despite her being a small and petite white bunny, she commanded respect from much bigger men in the male dominated field. Perhaps it was her soft and gentle outward appearance which gave her the upper hand in most dealings, it made people underestimate just how ruthless and cutthroat the rabbit really was. She definitely seemed to also have an uncanny sixth sense about her, Ian noticed. When he had stared a bit too long at her, the rabbit hard turned and looked directly at him. That wasn’t the disturbing thing though, it was that fucking smile…no, it was more of a smirk. Like she knew what he was thinking, the same thing every guy thought when they saw her.

Wren’s reputation preceded her when she approached the bar, like a shark swimming through a school of fish. All those with a survival instinct parted and kept a wide berth from the rabbit, all except for Ian. Simple Ian who was slow on the uptake, suddenly found himself sitting alone at the bar with the short rabbit staring up at him with that goddamn smirk. Even sitting down he was a good bit taller than her, but for some reason, it sure didn’t fucking feel like it. Something about Wren make him want to tuck his tail and run, but Ian fought that urge back down and stood his ground.

He was a goddamn wolf, his kind used to prey on hers centuries ago. Why should he cower from a mere rabbit, just because she dressed fancy and smelled nice. When he didn’t turn tail and run away from her however, he saw a slight tilt of her head and an almost approving look in her eye. The rabbit held up two fingers to the trembling barman, who seemed to know the drill by now. Soon two tumblers with the richest, most smooth scotch he had ever tasted were placed beside him. From the look of the bottle it was poured from, Ian had no doubt it cost more than his college education.

“Thanks” he mumbled as he took a sip of the nectar of the Gods.

“Goes down easy, just like you’re going to” Wren commented as Ian took another sip.

“Excuse me?” the large black wolf replied in surprise.

“You look like you know how to fuck, or are my instincts wrong?” the white rabbit asked directly. How the fuck was he supposed to answer that? He could say no that her instincts were wrong, but the look on the everyone’s faces standing behind her said that would be a very stupid idea. But if he agreed, would he have to prove it to her? He’d only just met her; he only even knew her name because his now absent friend had told him what it was.

It wasn’t as if she wasn’t attractive, quite the contrary. Wren was downright beautiful, her long eyelashes, perfect makeup. The short black Japanese styled bob haircut, all put together beneath a form fitting and tailored suit that accentuated her curves. He just was not used to such a gorgeous woman being so blatant about her intentions, especially in a room full of people that had or would be featured in the Forbes 500 magazine. There was so much power in this one room alone that they could probably shift the world climate if they wanted, but even then, Wren stood head and shoulders above them all, figuratively speaking of course.

“Yes, I do” Ian finally admitted. Behind Wren he noticed a few grins on faces, but the majority of the men behind the rabbit suddenly found the floor very interesting.

“Come” was all the rabbit doe said in response. It wasn’t a question or a request, it was a formal demand. One which Ian suddenly felt compelled to obey, despite his instincts screaming at him not to.

“She hunts wolves” he remembered Hank saying. He was a wolf; she was hunting him and now it seemed as though he had walked right into her trap. Like a good puppy, Ian followed her out of the building and into a limousine which was waiting outside for her.

“Come here, puppy” Wren directed with a finger pointing at the spot right before her on the floor of the vehicle. Like a trained dog, Ian awkwardly moved to the spot and knelt before her, his five-hundred-dollar suit be damned. “Eat” she ordered next, as she unzipped and hiked up her black pencil skirt, to reveal a bare pink pussy nestled between toned white thighs. The way she parted those strong legs and stared at him expectantly ensured there was no problem with his hearing.

Ian leaned down and pressed his muzzle against her mound; with a deep inhale he sampled her intoxicating scent. There was something arousing about a woman who knew what she wanted and demanded it without any pretence or subterfuge. When he was too slow to begin, Wren simply hooked her thighs over his shoulders in order to draw him in closer. The large black wolf quickly got the hint and began to feast, using his long, broad tongue to bathe her pouting pink petals lavishly.

That barely got a response from Wren, however, the rabbit doe just stared down at him with an almost bored expression. He didn’t know why, but that felt like a slap to the face. With a low growl, Ian almost folded his tongue and speared her core, delving in as deep as he could go into the frosty bitch. The squeak and subsequent groan that escaped her made him grin, soon she even reached down and began to pet his ears while rolling and grinding herself against his muzzle.

“Good boy” the rabbit said almost mockingly, her eyes finally having closed as her head leaned back on the seat. Ian had to admit, there was something to being called a “good boy” while he ate her out, though he couldn’t help feeling like he was being watched. The privacy window in the limousine was still down though, so obviously it was the driver, or so he thought.

His instincts weren’t wrong, at least not entirely. From the corner of his eye, Ian could see the same buildings go by as they circled the block. Evidently the driver knew not to stop driving until his boss told him to, in this instance, they wouldn’t stop until Ian brought Wren to climax. As soon as the rabbit’s shrill exhale of breath and groan of ecstasy was heard, the vehicle finally slowed down and pulled up to the curb outside an expensive looking hotel.

“Good start, pet” was the only thing Wren said to Ian as she smoothed her skirt back down in place, before exiting the limo. Ian didn’t need to wait for her to order him to follow her this time, he willingly followed the rabbit from the car and up to the front doors of the hotel, where actual ushers held the door open for them without a word. They knew better than to address Wren or her guests apparently, they wouldn’t even look him in the eye as he passed by.

The elevator ride up to the penthouse was heavy with expectations, though it would not appear so with how disinterested Wren appeared. She almost barely even seemed to acknowledge Ian was in the lift with her, which made the young wolf feel somewhat awkward, especially as his muzzle and whiskers still bore the sticky remnants of her recent climax.

The first indication she even acknowledged he was still there with her was a simple “strip” from the rabbit once he entered her residence. Ian wasn’t sure he had even heard the rabbit correctly, after all, they weren’t alone. There were two other rabbits, dressed in classic French maid outfits, currently cleaning the penthouse. They seemed to have been trained the same as the doormen down below as they also did not look at him or Wren, as if they didn’t exist. When he took too long to respond to her command, Wren openly glared at him with an expectantly raised eyebrow.

With a sigh of resignation, the big black wolf began to remove his clothing. He had been dressed in a stylish silver suit over a white shirt and red tie, all of which now lay in a pile on the floor. As if on cue, one of the maids swooped in and collected his clothing in order to fold and place them aside on a nearby seat. Ian didn’t know if he should be mortified that someone had been so close to him while naked or annoyed at the fact they didn’t even acknowledge him.

“Not bad” Wren noted as she slowly circled the much bigger wolf, even stopping to reach out and heft his sack in a soft paw. “You’re going to fuck me, good and hard. Make me beg for mercy, just whatever you do, don’t pull out, understand?” the white rabbit stated with a stern glance up at him.

What do you say to something like that? “Sure, whatever you want, miss business tycoon of the year”, Ian sure as shit didn’t know. So, he just nodded in response, which thankfully seemed like it was enough confirmation for Wren. He watched as the white rabbit began to shed her clothing, which didn’t have a chance to touch the floor, unlike his. One of the maids was there in an instant, every piece of her clothing was caught and folded, just like his. Only, her clothing was not set down on a seat, they were removed and carried away to somewhere else in the penthouse.

Wren was not completely naked however, she still had on the black lace garter belt and thigh high stockings. Goddamn she looked fucking amazing, her breasts weren’t big, but on her petite frame, they appeared to be. In reality, they were barely a handful for Ian. Her tummy was taut and trim, just a hint of muscle seen beneath fur and flesh, an enticing curve of her waist and hip, like a race car drivers dream. Her ass looked to have been sculpted from the finest marble and crafted by the gods. Again, it was as if she could read his mind when she glared up at him “You’re only here to fill my cunt, this time” the small rabbit informed him.

With that, Wren hopped up onto an expensive looking, carved wooden table. In the process, she swiped the surface clean of a vase that probably could have paid off his mortgage, but instead it turned into fragments as it shattered on the marble floor. With the crook of a finger, she beckoned him over. “Get hard and fuck me” her words were harsh, but somehow still exciting. Under normal circumstances they might even have been enticing, but it was hard to concentrate on the nude rabbit before him while one of the maids was dutifully cleaning up the broken vase beside them.

Wren again hooked her legs about his waist and pulled his crotch in against hers, surprisingly, she felt warm and soft to the touch. She even began to wiggle and grind herself against him a little, which luckily got his body to respond. Soon her was sporting a couple of thick red inches poking free of his sheath, quickly being followed by more and more. For the first time, Wren actually looked almost happy, as she watched the big wolfs cock grow for her. It didn’t seem to matter that Ian’s dick looked far too big for her to take; however, it was exactly what she wanted.

Her grip about his waist relaxed a little as she let him pull back, in order to line himself up with her correctly. As soon as his tip was wedged just inside her opening, Wren pulled him back against herself. As expected, she was fucking tight around his cock, but the way she groaned and cursed, it was plainly evident the rabbit liked it that way. Ian swore he could almost see the outline of his dick in her she was so petite, but that didn’t seem to stop the rabbit. She had told him what she wanted and expected of him, by now he knew she didn’t make jokes either, so he did exactly as she had told him to.

With an almost feral snarl, Ian gripped about the rabbit doe’s waist, his claws almost puncturing her skin in the process. Still, she did not tell him to stop, she just stared defiantly up at him. Ian leaned down and latched his lips about one of her small pink nipples, just as his hips started to pump his thick red length, in and out of the tight rabbit cunt beneath him. As fast and as hard as he went, Wren just groaned louder in delight. He had fucked women of his own species less hard and had them beg him to stop before, but this small white rabbit bitch was taking it and begging for more.

His thrusts were becoming so hard that the table began to screech each time it shifted across the marble floor, even the soft slaps of his heavy balls against her behind became plainly audible. The surrealness of it all was not lost on Ian, he was brutally fucking the small rabbit while two maids flitted around the penthouse and cleaned like nothing untoward was happening. Even when Ian bit down hard enough to draw blood from Wren’s left breast, the bitch merely smirked up at him, as if challenging him.

The big black wolf snorted, if that was how she wanted to play, he would happily give it to her. Ian stood up tall and pried her legs from around his waist, instead he caught them in one strong arm against his chest, while his other hand roughly groped and scratched at her until now, unblemished breast. Finally, he seemed to be getting somewhere, Wren’s defiant look was starting to crack and soon her eyes were heavily lidded as she groaned out wantonly.

The rabbit’s free breast bounced and jiggled under the forces of his thrusts, until finally, with her back arching from the table beneath her, Wren came hard. It was the first time her voice didn’t sound cold or distant, there were actual tones and shades to it. Ian wasn’t done however, she had told him not to pull out, so he wouldn’t. In fact, he went one step further as he almost folded the rabbit in half, getting her into a mating press as he began to hammer his shaft home within her.

There was a brief moment of panic when Wren understood what Ian was about to do, but it was too late. With one last powerful thrust, the wolf sunk his engorging knot inside her. She felt uncomfortably full, the wolfs tapered knot was pressed right up against the entrance to her womb and her cunt felt overfilled thanks to his knot being inside her. But it was worth it, when she felt the first hot splashes of his seed deep inside her.

“She hunts wolves” Ian thought with a smirk, “Because we’re the only ones savage enough to tame the beast inside her.”