{"sf1_id":1915308,"sf2_id":"zeR6QLre","title":"poem - Brer Fox and Sister Cotton-Tail","author":"Scrub Pine","words":2007,"posted_at":"2022-11-03T02:15:00.000Z","tags":["Bondage","Fox","Gender Shifting","Humor","Lupine","Non-Consensual","Poetry","Rabbit","Vulpine"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1915308-poem-brer-fox-and-sister-cotton-tail","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeR6QLre","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/27/0f/270ff997-26bb-4ee3-a670-1414b9a4cdfa","description":"#3 of Poetry\n\nInspired by the Brer Rabbit folktales. The content brushes up on non-con here, but it's not meant to be dark; it's actually supposed to be silly. If you're familiar with the original story, there's basically a lot of reverse-psychology going on.\nApproximately 2000 words.","content":"You know that there's all types/ of critters in the wood.\n\nAnd some are quick, with others slow,/ some bad, and some are good.\n\nBut the focus of our story,/ which now I will detail,\n\nWas that one wily Brer Fox,/ and Sister Cotton-Tail.\n\nI've bet you heard this story's/ villain was the fox.\n\nAnd the rabbit was the good one./ Utter poppycock!\n\nSee, rabbits are a nuisance,/ they wreck spinach, and dig holes.\n\nAnd that trickster, little Cotton-Tail,/ was exactly one such soul.\n\nSome might call her prudent/ with her modest coat of brown.\n\nBut it's clear that every springtime/ those bunnies get around!\n\nYou don't get so many sisters/ and little brother kits\n\nUnless your mama was the type/ who loved to bounce her hips!\n\nAnd with young Miss Cotton-Tail/ the apple didn't fall\n\ntoo far away from Mama Bunn/ (that much folks do recall).\n\nSo, despite the somber colors/ she wore when on the trail\n\nYou could see her big white bottom/ when she lifted up her tail.\n\nAnd this was a sure distraction/ to any animal around:\n\nThe startled skunk, the vulgar jay,/ the farmer's old, black hound.\n\nBut the one took most exception/ was Brer Fox, they say.\n\nAnd he vowed that he would put a stop/ to the rabbit's wanton ways!\n\nSo, one day when she was hoppin'/ in the sunny month of June\n\nand looking for a boyfriend,/ (she didn't much care who)\n\nthe good fox took a big old jar/ he filled with sticky pitch\n\nand dressed it like a little jack/ propped up beside a ditch.\n\nSister Cotton-Tail hopped by,/ but the dummy didn't stir.\n\nSo, she paused and fussed as if to clean/ the nettles from her fur.\n\nShe wasn't used to boys not lookin'/ her all up and down.\n\nWho was this stoic fellow,/ what must be new totown?\n\nBattin' her big, dark brown eyes,/ and smoothing back her ears,\n\nshe then addressed the dummy-jack/ in a voice all sweet and clear.\n\n\"Hello there, sir! I don't believe/ that we've been introduced!\"\n\nBut the stranger there said not a word/ and held himself aloof.\n\n_\"A silent type. Now this I like!\"_/ the girl thought to herself.\n\n_\"Or maybe he's a taken man,_/_his heart for someone else?_\n\n_\"Either way, a challenge here,_/_and I'm as good as game!_\n\n_\"A city man's the thing_/_when all the local boys are tamed!\"_\n\nShe slid an arm about the jack,/ \"Oh, my!\" she did exclaim.\n\n\"Your shoulders are quite broad, good sir!/ And such a sturdy frome!\n\n\"And so well-dressed! I see that too./ This little vest is dear!\n\n\"So much alike the farmer boy's/ that he outgrew last year!\"\n\nBut still the jack paid her no mind./ Now this was quite absurd!\n\nWhat gentleman would fail reply/ to such praiseful words?\n\nCotton-Tail narrowed her eyes,/ his mood to read again,\n\nbut could not parse the meaning/ on the dummy's painted grin.\n\nThe rabbit huffed, and then stood up./ \"I see you have no class!\n\n\"No wonder you sit idle here/ alone and in the grass!\n\n\"Do you think yourself so princely/ just because of your good looks?\n\nWell, I'll let you know, I've been to Lynn/ and seen at least three books!\"\n\n\"And you are sure a simple-minded/ fool, that much is clear!\"\n\nShe turned around, turned up her chin/ and pushed out her plump rear.\n\nThen standing there with folded arms/ (she'd no intent to leave),\n\npeered out the corner of her eye,/ his reaction for to see.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Again she saw the painted grin,/ now leering at her rump.\n\n\"You, villain!\" then she shouted out/ and turned back with a jump.\n\n\"I'll not oblige your lustful eye!/ You'll soon learn your place!\"\n\nShe brought her hand back, swung it out/ and slapped him in the face.\n\nBrer Fox was in the bushes,/ delighted at the show,\n\nand snickered when he saw the rabbit/ deal the heated blow.\n\nThe jar, it split wide open/ and spilled its sticky pitch.\n\nThe fox now stifled hoots of joy;/ the scene was just too rich!\n\n\"Unhand me!\" screamed Miss Cotton-Tail/ \"I'll have you locked away!\n\nWhat brute seeks out a lady/ and attacks her in this way?\"\n\nThen with her other hand,/ she struck the jar again,\n\nand now was twice stuck in the pitch./ What cost for self-defense!\n\nBrer Fox could not contain himself,/ and so moved from the place\n\nwhere he hid, now wiping/ tears of laughter from his face.\n\n\"Oh, you poor dear!\" he chided./ \"Do you need somebody's help?\n\n\"Or I can keep on going/ and you can wait for someone else.\"\n\nMissCotton-Tail, she realized then,/ that she had played the fool.\n\nAnd then became all full of fright/ at what the fox might do.\n\nBut soon, she sensed more mischief/ then malice on his face.\n\nAnd Cotton-tail, she had a thought./ This might not be a waste!\n\nNow typically, a bold and sporting hare/ was just her type.\n\nBut in truth, this tod was handsome/ and met her eye just right.\n\nHis ears were sharp, his color dark,/ his eyes were green and pale.\n\nAnd then there was Grimm's story/ 'bout the fox with \"seven tails\".\n\nWhat's more, the rabbit fancied herself/ of a modern sort,\n\nso, why not try this handsomeman/ if only just for sport?\n\nWhat's wrong with such a romance?/ The question should be asked!\n\nShe'd seen Miss Skunk with the farmer's cat,/ and never judgment passed!\n\nBut still, she know that Brer Fox/ was not her biggest fan.\n\nAnd so, she set her mind to work,/ crafting out a plan\n\non how to trick him, just so that/ his vengeance would entail,\n\nthe kind of fun that'smost enjoyed/ by SisterCotton-Tail.\n\n\"Oh, Red!\" she wept,\"I'm sure that I make/ such a sorry sight!\n\n\"I steal and cheat, and oversleep,/ am always quick to fight!\n\n\"Surely, there's no punishment/ that I would not deserve!\n\n\"I leave it your hands, Brer Fox,/ my vices all to curb!\"\n\n\"Hmph!\" he said. \"Well that's a shock;/ that you would wish reform.\n\n\"Perhaps I'll throw you in the briars/ so you can feel their thorns!\"\n\n\"Oh, yes,\" she said. \"You could do that.../ but it's likely not enough!\n\nI've felt so many pricks, you see!/ Of this, I cannot bluff!\"\n\n\"Well, then,\" mused the fox aloud,/ as he stroked his chin.\n\n\"I'll think of some other way/ you can pay for all your sins.\"\n\n\"I could dunk you in a big, old pot/ and cook you for my stew.\n\n\"Or wrap my fingers round your neck/ 'til those little cheeks are blue!\"\n\n\"Oh, choke me, dunk me in a stew/ with radishes and kale!\n\n\"But please, oh, please!\" the rabbit cried/ \"Don't lift my little tail!\n\n\"For I've had many lovers, true,/ from the woods,down to the lake,\n\n\"but a big, mean fox, the likes of you?/ That's more than I can take!\"\n\nMiss Cotton-Tail was o'er the jar,/ two paws stuck in the pitch,\n\nherhind legs straddled either side,/ and liftedup her hips.\n\nAnd if he wanted, Brer Fox saw/ he could teach her right and quick,\n\nbut a bunny's known for wantonness./ It might be all a trick...!\n\n\"How would I know,\" he hissed out slow/ \"that this you truly fear?\n\n\"when you make such a proud display/ of that softlittle rear?\"\n\nThe bunny blushed, again spoke up/ \"Sir, I deserve your scorn!\n\nAnd if you think me liar now,/ just throw me to the thorns!'\n\n\"_A ha!_\" snapped Fox, \"And now you've lost!/ I see through your game!\n\n\"The briar patch is what you want!/ Your intent is mighty plain!\n\n\"I know rabbits keep their burrows there;/ I'm not such a fool!\n\n\"And now, to give you punishment,/ _I'll burrow something too!_\"\n\nHe spread his paws and squeezed the cheeks/ of the rabbit's rump,\n\nand drooled, thinking of rabbit stew./ Her asswas roundand plump!\n\nBut his tongue, in truth, it dribbled less/ than between the bunny's thighs\n\nwhen she felt his touch upon her rear,/ and thought of him inside.\n\n\"_Oh, no...!_\" she cried in feigned dismay,/ \"I'm lost and can't be saved!\n\n\"This burly fox, he has me caught/ and soon will have his way!\"\n\nAnd when she next thenfelt his tongue/ upon her private place,\n\nshe stifled back a little moan/ and quickly hid her face.\n\n\"The shame...!\" she panted, \"Please, good fox!/ Is it not enough?\n\n\"How you have took me, made me beg,/ and lap my juices up?\"\n\nBrer Fox, hegrinned a wicked grin./ \"Too late for that!\" he said.\n\nAnd beat the bunny's bottom/ 'til her little checks were red.\n\nWith every welt, a little yelp/ but herwetness, naught could hide.\n\n\"You're always such a nuisance,/ and a shameless flirt, besides.\"\n\n\"Why, look at you! Your juices runnin'/ like a cider mill.\n\n\"I think I may be yet convinced/ you ain't lookin' to get filled.\"\n\nMiss Cotton-Tail she had to think/ right quickly of a fib,\n\nor else the fox might leave her there,/ all flustered, but no dick.\n\n\"It's true,\" she said, \"I'm wanton./ Of that, there is no doubt.\n\n\"Ever since that fine springtime/ when first I learned to bounce.\n\n\"But I see you growing stiff down there,/ and find myself in shock.\n\n\"I've never met a rabbit lad/ who had so large a cock!\"\n\n\"And my poor, pussy is too tight!/ You surely won't fit in!\n\n\"Oh,_please_don't mount me, stretch me out,/ and fill me to the brim!\"\n\nBrer Fox, he gave a snicker./ \"Well, let's see if it fits...\"\n\nAnd pushed himself in slowly/ past her tender lips.\n\nMiss Cotton-Tailwhinedsweetly/ and would have been found out\n\nhad not a moan also escaped/ from out Brer Fox's mouth.\n\n\"Now_this_is just what youdeserve!/ I'll beat thispussy sore!\"\n\nAnd so, he pushed himself back in,/ much deeper than before.\n\nHe fixed his grip upon the rabbit's/ slender, little waist\n\nand fucked her rough, imagining/ the look up on her face.\n\nMiss Cotton-Tail was o'er the moon:/ wasn't this a rabbit's luck?\n\nWho would have thought that mean, ol' fox/ was such a darn, good fuck?\n\nShe pushed her hips into him./ She gasped and arched her back.\n\nBut still, the lustful lady/ kept up her little act:\n\n\"_Oh, Red! Would you not much prefer_/_a lady fox instead?_\n\n\"_I'm sure that any vixen_/_would take you to her bed!_\n\n_\"For, what girl would not be tempted_/_to, here, just take my spot?_\n\n\"_BUT PLEASE, OH, PLEASE! WHATE'ER YOU DO,_/_DON'T FILL ME WITH THAT KNOT!!!_'\n\n\"Oh, no?\" cried Brer Fox/ \"Then, that's _exactly_what I'll do!\n\n\"And you can think of all/ that you have put us others through!\"\n\nAnd gradually, he squeezed inside/ (her hole was just sotight!).\n\nMiss Cotton-Tail threw back her head/ and screamed with sheer delight.\n\nFor both the two, it was the hardest/ that they'd ever come.\n\nWho would have thought a bunny girl/ and fox could have such fun?\n\nBut when Brer Fox he tried/ to stand up from his crouch,\n\nMissCotton-Tail clamped up on him/ and he could not pullout!\n\nThe rabbit then,she turned her head,/ \"That was nice, goodfuck.\"\n\n\"ButI'm afraid that now it seems/the_both_of us are stuck!\n\nShebobbed her little cotton-tail,/ and moved from left to right.\n\nShe felt the fox growhard again,/ and gripped him nice and tight.\n\n\"Iwillexplain,\" said Cotton-Tail,/ \"but I'm sure you must know.\n\n\"That your dick is just _too_good. And now,/ I can'tlet you go!\n\n\"So, do please be a good boy/ and keep yourself inside;\n\n\"A gentleman can't leave until/ a lady's satisfied!\"\n\nBut the thing with bunny girls is,/they are_never_satisfied...\n\nSo, ol' Brer Fox was stuck there/ 'til she milked the poor man dry.\n\nWhen they found him the next morning,/he washalf-dead on the ground.\n\nAnd it was was weeks before the fox/ could properly sit down.\n\nAnd that's how Sister Cotton-Tail/ tricked honest Brer Fox.\n\nHer kinddon't think of playing fair,/ but only gettin' off.\n\nThey make look soft and innocent,/ but they'll always get you screwed.\n\nNo, there's never been a good bunny,/ and there'll never be one, too!\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1824514-poem-the-goblin-queen.json"}}