Mad as a March Hare
The redheaded human girl paused at the door of the seedy pub. She weighed her options carefully, knowing very well that she was at the door of one of the worst joints in the carnivore district. Humans were nearly extinct in this era and she definitely did not want to join her ancestors in a dirty alley far from her home. The place where her kind still lived was relegated to the outskirts of town, their villages dilapidated and their spirits broken. It used to be that the human grasp of technology was their saving grace but now...now their cities were no longer theirs. It wasn't like her to regret it and furthermore the ages of genetic modification that resulted in the anthros was long before her time. She sighed and ran a delicate hand through her curly red hair. This wasn't right.
She shouldn't have accepted the ride from those wolves she saw driving along the dusty roads she called home. She just wanted a quick lift into town to pick up her food for the week. Their intentions weren't to help. It's hard to say when this occurred to her but it was most likely the instant when they slammed on the brakes and flung her from the car deep in the labyrinth of Carnietown. Their howling laughter still burned in her ears. The shame was all the elixir she needed to swallow her fears and thrust open the door to The Watering hole. As soon as the rickety door slammed into the concrete wall she regretted her choice. All the raucous voices silenced as cold predatory eyes regarded her. They covered all species--canines, felines, ursines, reptiles; all of them feirce and ready to pounce.
"Oi babe, what do you think you're doing in these parts?" inquired a scrawny fox. He approached her with his natural grace impeded by alcohol. When he flung his arm around her and lowered his muzzle to her face she smelled the booze on his breath and cowered. He leered at her with narrowed eyes and cruel intentions. She recoiled and whimpered when a second voice rang out from the bar.
"Piss off, Greg. This little lady doesn't have the time for your crap. Get back to the little hole you call home," snarled a creature with a rumbling voice like thunder on the horizon. Her eyes were closed but she felt the approach on her left side. The creature, whatever it was, had to have been massive. She silently made peace with her past and prepared for the worst but all that came was a high yelp. She opened one eye in time to see the fox slink away, sporting a black eye for his efforts. With effort she raised her head to regard her savior. He was a tall, powerfully muscled lapine. Of all things she expected it wasn't an herbivore and she gratefully collapsed into his white furred chest.
The hare turned to the carnivores in the bar and grinned. They all snickered in response for reasons she couldn't comprehend. Were they about to attack him too? He didn't belong here. She admired his soft fuzzy ears and wide blue eyes. They were soft and inviting, his smile warm and sweet. He held her tightly and consoled her.
"There, there. It's alright little lady, I'm here to help. These mean ol' predators won't be messing with you anymore," he said in dulcet tones as he stroked her soft red hair. The bar roared with laughter. She still had no clue why they were mocking him so.
"You people are jerks! Don't laugh at him!" she cried. Her demand was met with riotous glee. The pack of wolves in the corner was literally howling in chorous. She blushed deeply and lowered her head to the floor. Speaking out of turn like that was stupid.
"You take good care of her, Vik," winked a tall black-maned lion at the bar. His one eye regarded the unusual pair with sparkling delight.
"Right. Catch you later, Don," he replied before turning back to the human girl. "Now, what's your name? I'll show you to where you need to go."
"...Sarah," she whispered in reply. Sarah found herself whisked out the door on the powerful arm of the hare. He guided her through the streets with care and gentility. "What were you doing with them?"
He paused as she asked this. Slowly, a wicked grin spread across his face and exposed his teeth. She never thought a hare's smile would be so cold and so intimidating. His teeth were made for chopping, she realized as she stared, and sported unusually sharp edges.
"Well little lady, I'm not one to dick around with peace and the boring-ass lives of herbivores. You see, hares aren't very nice. You may even say we're the worst damn things to ever walk these streets. You see these legs?" he asked her. She lowered her eyes to his powerful legs. They rippled with muscle and menace. "Check 'em out. You know what these are made for?"
She shook her head, eyes wide with fear.
"Disemboweling," he hissed. In an instant she was flung to the ground and her clothes torn from her. She had a few extra pounds, her voluptuous body all soft curves and pillowy breasts. He examined her like a master appraising a new slave. "Very nice. Now check this out!". He removed his shorts and exposed a thick 8-inch cock. Sarah had heard the term "fucking like rabbits" and found herself wondering if it applied to hares. This was wrong. She should have been home with her own kind, not in a back alley with an anthro. But damn, if that sight wasn't nice. She became painfully aware of how long it had been since she'd had a good lay.
"I don't...I don't...stop!" she cried, pushing her hands against his chest. He paused, glaring at her.
"Tell me you don't want this and I will. I'll fuck off back to my pub and get me a carnie bitch. First tell me that you don't really want this. Check out what you're missing," he demanded, flexing his muscles. He ran a paw down his fuzzy chest and gripped his cock with a padded hand. "Tell me this isn't damn nice."
"I...uh...um...I do--oh, Hell! Yes, I want this! Take me!"
It took no further convincing. The hare had her exactly where he wanted her. He planted two large paws on her wrists, slamming them against the concrete. He entered her quickly and without even bothering to ease in. She may have been wet but she was far too tight for it not to hurt. Sarah screamed and involuntarily thrust up against his cock. Viktor smirked at her and thrust deeply upwards. She opened her red-lipped mouth wide, arching her back. She was beyond the point of making any sound now. It had been years since she'd had anything and it heightened her senses immeasurably. She clenched down on his rapidly thrusting dick, causing electric shocks of sensation to crush his shaft in ultimate pleasure.
"Oh Hell yeah, bitch, beg for it!" he demanded, thrusting with the speed and power of a runaway train. His head grazed her g-spot again and again and never stopped there, always penetrating her far beyond where she'd ever ventured before. She'd never been able to do anything like this even to herself and her breath caught in her throat. He glared at her and thrust deeply upward again, this time plunging at a painful angle. "Say it!"
"Y-yes, I need this! Fuck me, give it to me, show me who's your bitch! Take me like the dirty little slut I am, take me--" she whimpered, breaking her chanting with a wild scream. Whoever said humans didn't have instincts was very wrong. All the primal urges of her kind welled up deep within her and she matched his rhythm with gyrations of her curvaceous hips. Her pelvis ground against his even thrusts in circular motion. Viktor had never felt anything like this before and growled low and menacingly. He felt her tighten up and spasm as she screamed with the force of her orgasm. That was all the encouragement he needed to come, filling her with his white-hot load. He twitched inside her several times after it was over. The force of it was far too much to simply stop abruptly.
When he pulled out, she stared at him somewhat longingly and sadly. The loneliness wasn't to last for long.
"You know what? Anthro teeth are way too damn sharp for me to have ever tried this. Suck my cock clean," he demanded. She rose eagerly to the task and swallowed his length up to his sheath. It was warm and sweet, she found to her delight, and she greedily lapped up every last trace of their mingled juices. He sighed with utter relaxation and pushed her head away. "Not now. We'll try this shit again later. Need a ride back to the human village?"
She nodded in response. Somehow, Sarah knew that this time she'd get back home.