Chained Runner
When prey is in relationship with predator, having a litter is a dangerous task
Danae shifted uncomfortably, lying down only to struggle back up to her knees and try a new position. The chain attached to her collar clinked softly as she moved, never letting Danae forget the reason why she was sleeping on a mass of pillows instead of in a normal den. Danae was in her eighth month and her rabbit heritage was screaming at her to find a dark, enclosed space to sleep in as a nest. However, Danae's Dom, Calvin, was Cheetah and had little liking for enclosed spaces. Their home was a light and airy set of barely enclosed spaces high in a tree. Being so far from the ground was nauseating to Danae, but she had managed to handle it well enough until this first litter. Now, between the nesting instinct for dark spaces and her general dislike for heights, Danae was a nervous wreck, sleeping poorly and barely eating. Her wrists and ankles had become stick thin and her face was a series of sharp planes. Even her floppy ears were thin, looking more like parchment than ears. However, Calvin did not seem to care about her discomfort, only enjoying the shifting forms in her enormous belly. The odd combination of Rabbit and Cheetah in their lines had resulted in a very large litter, one that drained Danae even further, but Calvin was extremely proud of.
Danae lay down again with an exhausted huff on the pillow, uncomfortable but too tired to try again. Her left arm curled around as much of her belly as she could reach while her right hand absently stroked her upper breasts, trying to settle the tightness there while avoiding the still healing bite marks. Her milk had come in early and all eight of her breasts were full to bursting with milk, leaving small wet spots whenever the nipples were brushed. They were uncomfortable, but Calvin seemed delighted, toying with them, biting them, then drinking the mixed blood and milk as he never ate anything that did not have meat product mixed with it. The thought made Danae nauseous again, but she didn't dare loose the small meal of greens and carrots that Calvin had begrudgingly given her after a long round of begging.
Danae dozed lightly on her back, but was awoken by the feel of a large, barbed cock pushing up her cunt. No matter how many times Calvin took her, she had never adjusted to the sensation of the barbs scratching and cutting into the walls of her cunt and it was only slightly better once blood slicked the cocks way. However, a pair of teeth at her neck warned her against making more noise and she opened her eyes to see Calvin's leering face looming over her. He thrust a few more times, but the massive bulge of the kits prevented his usual speed and Calvin was soon dissatisfied, belting her across the face. Danae started crying, but she obediently turned over and felt the massive cock enter her rear instead. The blood from her cunt was hardly enough lubricant and soon that opening was bleeding as well. She tried to keep her ears forward, but that didn't deter Calvin for long and Danae screeched as her ear was pierced by sharp fangs. Calvin's tongue worked the bite, lapping up the blood as his hand went to tweak Danae's aching, leaking nipples. However, her ass was tighter than her cunt was and Calvin was soon finished, shooting what felt like a gallon of cum to mingle and sting in the tears and scrapes and to ooze out onto her legs. He then pulled out and disappeared into the bathing room, leaving Danae who fell once again, the chain clinking as she shuddered with tears.
When Danae awoke, she was hot and sticky, and a few flies had wandered in, attracted to the blood that was matting her crotch and thighs. She absently twitched her small tail, but the flies were undeterred and eventually she let them, too tired to care, but unable to sleep any further. However, she was unable to deny the urgings of her bladder for very long and she shakily crawled down off of her pillows to a small bucket that was at the extreme edge of her chains reach. It hurt to squat and she was very unsteady, but she managed, leaving a cloudy mix of blood, piss, and cum in the bucket. Her belly cramped lightly, but Danae thought nothing of it, crawling back to her pillows, unable to do anything else while still chained. Easing her aching back, she felt another cramp but ignored it, her thoughts stilling into the blankness she had come to love.
It took a gushing of liquid down her thighs before Danae returned to reality. Her whole body cringed, anticipating the blows Calvin would bestow on her for wetting her bed, but a lack of pain made her realize that Calvin was not present. Danae moved to shift her belly and groin out of the wet spot when a sudden cramp, fiercer than any she had felt before ground through her belly. Eyes wide, Danae gingerly shifted into an almost sitting position, wincing from the pain of Calvin's morning fucking, and placed her hands on her belly. Her belly had been taught before, filled almost to the breaking point with kits, but now there was a hardness to it that she had not had and before her eyes she saw a contraction occur even as she felt the grinding. Tears spring to her eyes from fear and pain, but there was no one there to comfort her. Calvin had left for his work and it was way too early in the day for him to return. It was also too early for this to be happening, her pregnancy was supposed to follow a human timeline and she should have had another month. But even as these thoughts were passing through her mind, another contraction rippled through her belly, harder than the ones before. Regardless of too early or not, her kits were coming now, hard and fast.
The contractions ground down through Danae's body. Each wave ground the first kit against her cervix, slowly forcing her open. Each contraction brought as low moan from her, but beyond tensing her hands in the pillow, Danae didn't move, husbanding what strength she had. Hours passed and the sun crept higher in the sky, but all that changed was the level of water that Calvin had left in a shallow dish for her. The tension increased slowly and a small pool of blood collected under her crotch. Finally, Danae could feel the cub pass through her cervix and into her vagina. The birth fluid had stung in the tears from Calvin's cock, but it provided some lubrication now. However it wasn't enough and as the kit slowly moved down, Danae could feel the head pressing bit by excruciating bit down on the tears.
Finally, the head of the kit pressed against her ring, stretching her almost to the tearing point. Danae reached a trembling hand down and felt the top of the kits head press into her hand. The ears were tiny and flattened to the kits head, but Danae could tell they weren't rabbit ears. Her body shuddered, but if it was in relief or disappointment, Danae could not tell. Calvin would be pleased though, and Danae let this thought boost her through the next few contractions. Danae pushed out the kits shoulders in another flow of birth fluid and suddenly the kit was squirming in her hands. Danae looked briefly and welcomed her son, a small squirming copy of his father. She shakily brought it up her body and licked the face of the kit clean before placing it to her breast. However, before the kit could latch on, Danae could feel the next kit move in her belly and begin to press against her cervix.
Her body was already stretched from the first kit, but this one felt larger and the sun was at it's peak before the cub managed to pass to her vagina. The bleeding was worse now as the kit stretched the cuts. When the face of the kit finally reached her clitoris, Danae again felt the burning as the ring stretched. However, the size of the cub was too much and her clit split with a deep tear. Danae could feel the blood draining from her even faster. Her shaking hand again felt cheetah's ears, but when the shoulders forced their way out, the pain was too much and Danae passed out.
When Danae awoke, it was because of the cub squirming between her legs and the next cub already pushing it's way through her cervix. Between contractions, Danae brought the large kit up and discovered that it was another male, but instead of the normal coloration of a cheetah, this one had snow white fur like hers. The first cub had finished nursing and Danae put it to the side and placed the new cub on her breast before reaching a shaking hand down to the kit that was already cresting. This kit was small, almost tiny compared to the one before, with distinctively rabbit ears. The loss of blood was making Danae even weaker, but the new kit was light enough that she could lift it. Danae carefully liked the little female rabbit clean before placing it on one of her lower breasts as the top two were drained. The little girl was beautiful and tiny, like a doll but with Calvin's yellow fur, and Danae had a weak hope that Calvin would be happy with such a pretty girl.
The contractions eased off for a bit and Danae dozed, keeping the little girl in her arms, but awakening to feed the two boys once more. The bleeding had stopped again and Danae was able to drink more water and even eat a little. However, the size of her body indicated that she was not finished. It wasn't until the sky began to darken that the contractions began again. Her cervix had tensed again, but after a short time, the cub was again pressing down against her tears and Danae gave a low shuddering cry. She reached down, but her wrist was grabbed in a punishing grasp and Danae shrieked in terror as Calvin appeared before her. However, even her fear could not stop the process, and under Calvin's sneering and cruel gaze, the kit slid out of her body, landing between her legs. There was no cry though and Danae was almost frantic, but did not dare move. Calvin's hand finally grabbed the kit and lifted it. Danae reached for it, but Calvin kept the kit out of her grasp.
The kit's long ears dangled as Calvin grasped the kit cruelly with one clawed hand around the chest. The kit finally gave a mewling cry and Danae whimpered again and reached for the male rabbit kit. However, the cry seemed to snap Calvin out of his reverie and with a cruel jerk of his hand, the baby was once again on the floor, his mewling crying silenced as his body lay in a wet heap. Danaes crying cut off as her eyes beheld the body of her kit, and she didn't even make a sound as the last kit in her belly pushed through to be born into Calvins hand. This cheetah kit was another girl, which Calvin carefully cleaned himself before placing on her on one of Danae's breast. Danae automatically curled a hand around the kit, but her eyes never left the dead kit on the floor. Calvin inspected the other kits, licking the two males and huffing slightly over the female rabbit kit that was still tightly held in Danae's arms.
Calvin then bent over and unlocked the chain from the post it was locked to and gave it a viscous tug. Danae's head snapped away from the dead kit and she placed the babies on the bed of pillows and shakily rolled to her hands and knees. Another jerk had her attempting to rise to her feet, but she was too weak and she collapsed back onto her hands and knees. When a third tug also failed to produce results, Calvin smacked her face, this time leaving a sluggishly bleeding cut, but allowed her to crawl as he pulled her to the bathroom. Danae was grateful for the chance to clean up and crawled into the shower. Calvin was almost kind, pouring water all over and helping her to clean her cunt and rear. However, any thought of kindness evaporated as the sight apparently excited Calvin and her rear passage was once again invaded. Danae passed out before he was finished, wondering if she would wake again.