A Walk on the Wild Side
It had been too damn long since he had any contact with other furs. He reflected upon this while sitting on his front steps, taking drag after drag of his cigarette. The night obscured his features until he raised the cigarette to his lips. The glow of the embers illuminated his lapine features. Soft ears extended high above his head and draped midway down to obscure his eyes, a brilliant blue shimmering from the shadows in response to the friendly light and life-giving smoke. It was a bad habit and an even worse one to kick. He had sworn he would give it up the day he could no longer run for miles without losing breath. His arms and chest rippled with muscle under his white fur. The stereotype of the harmless rabbit didn't apply to hares at all. Solitary by nature, territorial, quick to fight...all of these things eagerly fought against his urge to find a mate. His impressive build did little to lure in the females he saw parading down the street. In this neighborhood of herbivores and peace-loving furs this aggressive beast of a hare found no appreciation.
He rose to his full height, a towering six foot four. With an irritated grunt he flung his cigarette to the pavement and ground it out with his bare feet. They had grown accustomed to this treatment and the brief flare of the ember's retort bothered him not at all. He never bothered to wear anything but his baggy jeans, not caring one whit who saw his bare chest and arms. Tonight was a lonely night, but it didn't have to be. Disgusted with the timid creatures who cowered in the heat of his glare he vowed that this was the evening where he finally did it--he was leaving this forsaken neighborhood of useless beasts for the wrong side of the tracks.
The carnivores all lived together, canines in groups and felines stalking the night alone. Although it hadn't been legal for many a decade there were still prey furs gone missing late at night in the glaring alleyways of Carnietown. He didn't care any more. He was going to try a place where he felt far more at home. He had watched them late at night, reclining against a street lamp with his arms folded. Green eyes had shimmered at him from the darkness of their alleyways in a manner both menacing and welcoming. There across the river was the promised land he felt he would belong to deep in his heart. Despite his confidence he felt his chest tighten with involuntary fear as he began to cross the bridge. He was still a hare, no matter how predatory he felt deep within his soul.
With his first step on the sidewalk of Carnietown he felt suddenly at peace. He thrust his chest forward and his shoulders back as he fell into his familiar swagger. He had the thickly-muscled legs and the clawed feet to fight back. Brazilian Jui-Jitsu was fabled amongst the humans of bygone eras for its ground-based fighting style and it continued its infamy amongst the hares of the present. His kind were known for violence even amongst their own but they still managed to still their fighting souls long enough for the passion of their cultural martial art. The lapine was no exception. He held a title befitting of the masters and a fearlessness well-suited for defense and attack.
When the snake slid out from the shadows, he was ready. The stocky male regarded him with cold reptilian eyes, a humanoid body rising from the tail of a serpent. The scales shimmered in the sickly glow of the street lamp, a venomous green that just proclaimed that he was a deadly foe. The lapine stood his ground and readied for the assault. No stance could have prepared him for what came next.
"Hey bro, we been waiting for you," the serpent hissed in a manner both warm and threatening.
"...What?" was the only reply. He could never have been less ready for that response.
"We been watching you, man. You ain't like those jackasses in their barred-ass houses. You ain't got no fear of us. We know you one of us deep down, man. We know you cool. Follow me."
The lapine swallowed his trepidation and obeyed. The serpent was quick, but he was just as fast. They zipped between dumpsters and forgotten shacks, over needles peppering the ground and the occasional suspicious squishy lump. It wasn't long before they came to a bar with a broken neon sign proclaiming its name in broken letters: "Th- W-ter-ng Ho-e"
When the snake burst through the doors glasses were raised in welcome and a triumphant roar rose to greet them. The lapine followed on his tail (nearly stepping on it, in fact). From a bar stool with a patched-up wobbly leg rose a lion with a missing eye shut permanantly by a long knife scar.
"Hey Ricky, is this that rabbit you've been talking about?"
"I'm no fucking rabbit, jackass. I'm a hare. You may be king of the damn beasts but you're clearly not head of the class," the lapine spat. The lion threw back his black-maned head and laughed uproariously, showing his massive yellow fangs.
"You're alright, boy. My name's Don. Now, what's yours?" he inquired with a heavy slap of his impressively-clawed paw against the hare's back.
"...Viktor."
"Well Viktor, welcome to the den of iniquity! This fine bitch here will be your escort," he replied, and on que a dame rose from her seat. She was a fine bitch indeed and she knew it well. The doberman girl sported docked ears with piercings galore and a patterned scar on her arm. Tattoos had never died out, instead replaced with a blow-torch burned scarification method. She was short, standing only at 5'4", but she was a lithe fighting machine. Viktor recognized it immediately. His eyes trailed up from her large-pawed feet to her shapely hips and up further to her B-sized chest. He never did like them too big.
"Hey bunny-boy, I'm Elze. Don't ask what it's short for, I ain't telling you," she said in a sultry voice. It hinted of smoke and echoed the faint clove scent of her fur. He could tell from the get-go that she was exactly what he'd been looking for.
"Okay bitch, take him on back," Don said with a jerk of his thumb to the door. Viktor pricked his ears at the statement but refused to take his eyes off of Elze. She lead the way with a hip-swinging gait that would make a monk blush and break his vows in a second. Her fine bubble-shaped ass sasheyed from side to side in rhythm with her clipped tail. He followed and slammed the door behind him. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the dark but he only barely registered the kitchen's scenery before he was shoved into the door. Elze's sharp muzzle parted and her long canine tongue was probing his mouth. She tasted of spice and blood, a taste that set a fire shivering through him. He wasted no time slipping her short skirt off her legs to pool at the ground. He knew what he wanted and he was getting his. It had been too damn long.
He barely even noticed her remove her shirt, the movement fluid and deadly fast. She had her paws on the zipper of his jeans a second later and he gratefully felt them fall to his feet. The cold air of the dilapidated kitchen chilled his throbbing cock but he knew it wouldn't be too long before it was warmed up. She didn't prove him wrong. He found himself pulled to the ground until he was sitting, legs askance. He watched her lower himself upon his harehood with hungry eyes. She was tight as a virgin and as hot and wet as a volcanic spring. He dug his claws into her back and bucked when she yipped.
"You're a nasty fucking bastard, aren't you?" she hissed, lowering her muzzle to his shoulder. He felt the fangs did into his skin and arched in response. The pain, the blood, the hint of fear, the wildness of mating called to something hidden deep within him. He shoved her to her back, watching with satisfaction as her head cracked against the floor. She grinned up at him, licking her bloody muzzle. The feral beast inside him cried out for her tight, hot pussy and he was all too glad to give it what it wanted. He shoved her legs apart and entered her aggressively, slamming his hips into hers. His balls swung against her in rhythm to her short gasps. He was going to make her scream and he knew just how to do it.
"You like that, bitch? What do you think of this?" he snarled, switching to a harsh upward angle. She howled with shock and pleasure as the head of his cock grated against her g-spot. He smiled at her in a way not at all comforting before he continued on.
"You like that too? Well whore, what the fuck do you think of this?" he said as he pressed his body to hers. His hips slammed her clit with ever harsh thrust and she whimpered wordlessly, lost in the power and raw animality of mating. He was going deeper and deeper, his 8-inch dick penetrating where she'd never felt it before. She was high on the frenzy of raw instinct, desperate for more. He slapped her across her muzzle, taking charge of her in a way no herbivore had ever dared before. The jackhammer speed and frenzy of the hare was like no canine she had ever felt and it was not long before she screamed. Her mouth opened wide and she displayed her fangs as she howled with the force of her orgasm. The heat and lust were no match for his stamina the second he saw her teeth and was reminded that he was making a predator his bitch.
As one final act of dominance, he pulled out and shot his hot white semen all over her chest and face. Elze greedily lapped it up and he collapsed onto her heaving chest. Their eyes met and they grinned with the satisfaction only recently-satisfied furs can. As he rose to let her up she turned to him with the devil in her eyes.
"Damn, you herbies got it going on."
"Yeah, well, bitches ain't shit. Care for a smoke?" he replied. She nodded and took his paw and together they walked towards the riotous cheers of the carnivores in the bar. He'd found his home and damn was it a hot one.