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Max is sitting on an uncomfortable bench, handcuffed by these polished silver cuffs. He starts to think about the recent events in his life. The 18 year old wolf stares at his shoes. Worn down to nearly nothing, his jeans had rips, gashes, and stabs in them. He lifts his arms, sniffing his pits, wondering if he needed a shower or not. His shirt had just as many rips in them. His black fur stick out of his jeans. Under the clothing Max had some pretty impressive wounds and scars. Some were only a week old. He looks at the window behind him, checking his hair, dirty but not messy. He was about to be trialed as is, he didn't look like a good wolf, he probably won't get out this time.

He sits back down sighing. Shaking his head and thinking about what had happened again, starting with the beginning...

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About three years ago he was living pretty happily with his mom. The celebration of his 15th birthday wasn't the most glamorous but he was happy with it. He got to eat a great meal with meat in it, a rare thing in his teen years. But then his mom surprised him with a cupcake and a gift. He remembers pretty much inhaling the cake before he rips up the crudely wrapped gift. He stares at a locket, a key on a necklace, opening one side to see her and then the other side had.. ..Him..

Max had thrown it at the wall behind his mother. Yelling at her for giving him a piece of shit. He of course stormed into his leaking room and hides away. After a couple of weeks his mother was diagnosed with a fast moving disease. The rest of the year Max was haunted with the sound of his mother coughing hard. She would cry when it got too rough. One day, he came home and found his mother on the bathroom floor, sitting against the over flowing bath. Her shirt and skirt were soaked from the water, while her wrist were sliced into. She passed away right in front of him, her last words..

"I'm so sorry, Max.."

The morning after Max left the old run down apartment, making sure he took anything that the cops would make their own, or the local hobos would take when the cops didn't take the time to lock the door. He even took the locket. When he was away from the building he calls the police, begs them to go look at the apartment. Claiming there was water leaking from roof of his apartment, knowing no one lived there. He waited there until the cops responded then he disappeared.

That's the day that everything changed. He went from friend to friend, seeking shelter. But every one of them found an excuse to deny him. The worse one, was his oldest friend. One weekend when Max was spending the night, his sister came to Max in the middle of the night. He lost his virginity that weekend, but up until this moment, did the family love him. Not this time.. The father brought out a gun and told him never to come back. Even his friend was threatening to call the police on him..

When he had no where to go he found a place he could put his stuff in. He chucked the locket and everything else he had into a locker. He paid for the key, the only key. He was told he could leave his stuff in there as long as he wanted to. He keeps the loose cash and catches a city bus to the edge of the town. Next thing he does is travel. He walked the countryside all the way to the next town over. He gets busy looking for a job. No matter what it was. For a little time he helped at the fish imports. He was fired to let in another person, someone his boss was related to. But he soon found another job. Bus boy. Max continued to hop from job to job until he had no where to go. Luckily he saved most of his money.

By now Max was used to the hard cement ground. He uses the boxes no one wants to get as comfortable as he could. Most of the time he was fine, but when it rained he had to find something better. The money only lasted a year. By the time he was 18 he was stealing food from stores and fighting homeless for the good scraps at the restaurants, sadly he was too used to that too. He learned how to fight in the three years on the streets, had to. He covered up as much as he could not wanting anyone to see what kinda things he had went through. But now, pickings were getting really scarce.

One week he barely ate anything, he was so hungry that when his stomach growled pain shot through his whole body! It got bad enough that he was forced to steal from other places. But when he got caught...

The bear was ten times bigger than Max, or so it looked. But Max was running out of options. He ran up to the vender and snatches two oranges and a loaf, but while he tries to get away he is close lined to the ground by the huge bear. He hits the ground hard! When Max looks up he is being cursed at in Russian. He turns around and tries to run again but his leg is grabbed suddenly and Max's jaw is the first to hit the ground, next his chest and then the bear drops his leg. Max's head swirls, he rolls over and tries to catch his breath. He tries to say sorry, repeats it in Russian. But the bear responds by kicking him in the side, Max cries out in pain. The force behind the foot put him in pure agony. He lays still. He can't roll over or the bear will just kick the shit out of his back. Max wouldn't be able to carry on if he damaged his back. The bear comes back, slamming his foot into the wolf's side again. Max howls in pain and he gets a quick kick in the ribs. Max pleads him to stop and then he takes a hit in the head, knocking him into darkness..

When Max woke up he was in the mountain of garbage bags. As he moves he cries out in pain that he couldn't believe still existed. He sets up trying to be quiet, the bear must have just thrown him away like trash. He feels the sting where the kicks landed, his head pounding! Max picks himself up and searches the bags for something. But alas his stomach goes empty another night.

Finally Max is back in his alley. It was as far as you could be from anything. No one came around, so he felt safe. But he did have to occasional intruder. He had his way of making them leave quickly. Max had serious trouble getting comfortable that night, his body in pain from head to tail. Lucky for him, sleep was coming over him fast. His dark alley becomes his sanctuary as he falls asleep.

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Chelsey, a 15 year old cream colored rabbit, a descendant of a long line of successful hard workers who didn't need to work. She had been invited to a party at the edge of town. What she wasn't told was that it wasn't in anyway the party she liked. Her friends told her to wear something flirty, its a costume party. But when she got there, no one was in a costume. She had a short tight pink dress on, wearing a very delicate purse. She even wore some cute pink pumps, with little cotton balls on the toes.

She had been extra pissed because she told her driver not to come to pick her up 'til the end of the party. That was practically 6 in the morning, she barely made it an hour. The lousy music and the terrible dressed teenagers upset her, then she was getting hit on by every guy at the party. Finally she was tired of it and walked out.

She looked around, no one, but she was sure that some thief in the shadows had their eyes on her purse, she only had her money, ID, card key to her suite, and a bottle of pepper spray in it. She tried her best to look like she knew where she was going, taking a right, thinking she'd just circle the block a few times before looking for a phone to call her mom.

Clair was part of this large corporation, in fact she was on her way to being the boss of the large corporation. But as successful as Clair was, she always found a way to get sick. Chelsey was a pure bred rabbit, and they never live too long. Chelsey knew when her mother caught the newest disease that was it for the old one. Chelsey knew when she was old, she'd get just as sick, and would die. So she had to try her hardest to find a mate and breed. But that was far from her mind now.

Chelsey was closing in on an alley, her pumps clacking on the cement. She turns into the alley. 'I have my pepper spray.' She thought to herself as she took a few steps into the dark. But when she ends up tripping on something and almost falling she starts to second guess her decision..

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Max had smelt the rabbit coming, heard the heels scrapping the city's floors. He woke up a few minutes before. His stomach had growled so loud and angrily it woke him suddenly. He groans as the emptiness consumes his mind, till the only thought is to eat at any means. His mouth starts to water as the smell of a young tender bunny came closer, the tapping getting louder. He huffs some as he expects his meal to just pass the lonely alley, he even silently wished she'd just keep walking, fully aware of what he was thinking.

He was going to kill, murder a fellow being to fill his stomach. His wolvern genetics taking over his mind. Strings of saliva thinly falling from his jaws, his fangs itching to sink into something. When Chelsey enters the alley Max rolls over onto his hands and knees. His knees bare from all the crawling in his jeans. He prays his stomach doesn't make another noise until he's on her. But Max has no luck at all, his stomach practically roars out, he was certain she heard it because she trips over a box. When she just looks at the entrance, her ears pinning like she's made a mistake, it occurs to him, she can't see in the dark, and better she didn't hear his stomach. He crouches his tail sticking up and wagging, waiting for her to get in the right position.

Chelsey looks at the ground, useless.. She doesn't think rabbits can see in the dark. She's never had to. She wanted to turn back but she was sure someone was waiting for her out there, she needed to go through the alley. She gulps down her fear and carefully tests her path.

'She's sure taking her time.' Max thought. He starts to take notice in the rabbits gender. She wasn't very busty, but.. She had really nice breast. Her hips were nicely developed, he put her at 16.. Max looks her over, thinking how sad it was to take a beautiful creature out of this world. His hunger starts to subside once he focuses on his hormones. He thinks about the way she's dressed, it kinda screamed street walker, but if that was the case she'd know not to be out this far. He wonders how pure she is.. Max looks her over once more, he could probably mug her, scare her into giving him sex and then run her out of the alley.

He stands up and kicks a can into the wall. Chelsey jumped. "H-Hello?" She calls out. "Is someone there?"

'Her voice is even nice..' He thinks as he gets closer. He steps on another can, trying to scare her again, it worked. She meeps in the cutest way. He gets behind her, grabbing her ass, she screeches out again and tries to slap whoever it was. Max dodged it barely. She fit teenager perfectly..

"Leave me alone!" She could even hear the fear in her own voice. This unseen person, groping her.. She was afraid to move now, not sure where they were.

He laughs, she hears it and steps away from the noise. Suddenly Max pins her to the wall. She screams out in surprise and fear as she hits the wall. When she looks back up she see's these haunting green eyes, staring at her with a demonic grin. She trembles under his grip, and it made his grin grow. "Now, now." His voice breaks the silence. "You're an interesting sight indeed." He rips the strap on the purse, pulling away just enough to let him search it. He throws the spray into the trash bin. He counts the money, it was way too much for a young rabbit to carry around. He stuffs it in his pocket and throws the purse into the same bin. He looks her over, closely this time. She was gorgeous for a rabbit. He decides to take advantage of her fear. He reaches for her breast, barely touching it before she slaps it away. He immediately slaps her face.

The wolf's hand struck her cheek, it hurt. Like she had been punched. Tears form in her eyes as she decides to not hit his hand away. She bites her bottom lip as his hand returns to her breast. It was tender and gentle, like he was trying not to break her breast. He then leans close, his hand putting pressure on her chest, getting rougher. She blushes because it actually felt good, but in the back of her mind all she could think about was how this is going to end.

Max leans in and sniffs at her neck, his hand getting just a bit rougher. He wanted to enjoy her a little bit. "How about you give me a reason to let you go?" He offers. But she doesn't answer, he pushes her down to her knees! Chelsey meeps again, her knees hurt now. "I said give me a reason to let you go!" He yells at her! Undoing his pants and pulling his cock out. "Or I'll do worse than just rob you!" He demands, admitted to himself how hot this was. Now his sexual appetite was increasing, if he didn't get something he was likely to really hurt her.

Chelsey's eyes widened as he presents himself. He was big.. So big. But what was she suppose to do? She looks up at his hungry eyes. She has do something! He could kill her.. She moves her hand to it, rubbing the skin softly. When he sighs softly she wraps her hand around it. Her hand slides across the length and back up to the head.

Max moans. He wanted more, but if she heals his craving with a hand job he'd let her go. He watches her, carefully. She was no street walker, she was probably a virgin. He gets hard pretty fast, thinking about how tight she is. Chelsey just keeps rubbing, she'd do it all night if it saved her life, but her hand was already getting tired. "M-Mister.." It startles Max. He looks down at her almost angrily. "My.. My arms are tired.."

"Then use your pretty mouth!" He says grabbing her head and thrusting his cock into her mouth. She cries out, muffled now. She's disgusted with the taste, the smell. He was filthy and now he's in her mouth! Her eyes start to water as she pulls away, beating his legs, no use though he doesn't budge. "Oh man, your mouth.." Max insults her. He starts thrusting her head into his hips, she gags and pulls away, but she is just forced back on to it!

Max was closing in fast, he looks down at her. She was crying and there was this veil of fear and disgust over her face. She was begging him to stop, he could see it in those dark brown eyes. At the edge of his mind, Max knew this was wrong. He even thought about pulling out, but as soon as guilt starts in he is thrusted deep into her throat and cums. She cries and coughs around his dick. He pulls out some, shooting a little left over cum straight into her mouth. "Swallow it." He demanded and Chelsey gulps it down with a small cry. Most of it went down, but she coughs and some of it fell onto her chest and neck. Max yanks her up by the hair, she cries out in pain but is silenced when he slaps her again. "Silence, whore!" Max yells.

Holding her up on the wall he starts licking up his mess. Lapping up her neck quickly and starts nipping at it, combing through the fur and swallowing what he finds. He yanks the dress apart at the chest, her breast fall out and bounce a little. He laps at the tops of them, quickly at first then he slows down, the lower he gets the slower he licks. His tongue scoops up the last drops of cum and he swallows it down. He first started taking his own cum when he realized it could help him survive. But this has to be the most pleasant time he's done it.

Chelsey watches in aw, she blushes hard, his tongue was very pleasant. Chelsey felt like she should push him off, but she did like this kind of attention, plus she feared getting slapped again. She starts to wonder what had happened to this guy that he has to prey on defenseless females. She starts breathing hard, whoever this wolf was, was giving her a strange enjoyment she wasn't sure she should be experiencing. She moans out as he sucks on one of her nipples, the moan dies into a whimper. "P-Please.. let me go.." She sobs. "I gave you what you wanted.."

Max finishes his clean up with a long lick across her chest then up her neck ending it with her cheek. "Maybe I want more." He lies. He promised himself he'd let her go once he cleaned up his evidence. He did want more though, he wanted to force his member deep into her, he wanted his knot to get stuck inside her body. He moves away from her. She covers herself, he ripped the dress so far it showed her chest. His ears pin, if he sent her out like that she'd be jumped. It wouldn't help much but he pulls his shirt off and tells her to put it on.

Chelsey could smell the time on this ancient piece of clothing, reluctantly she pulls it over top of the ripped dress. Max goes and digs the purse out, finding both the cards. He can't read any of it in the dark but he shoves them in his pocket. Chelsey could hear alot of movement, but she was still so confused about what happens in the dark. She looks around, maybe he was letting her go, should she run while she can? Before she could he grabs her and leads her safely out of the alley, he then quietly continues to pull her along the street. In the street light Chelsey can see her attacker. She looks over the scars on his body and gets even more curious.

Max stops under a light and pulls the cards out of his pocket. 'Chelsey.. Nice name.' He comments mentally. 'L'Argent' Reads the other card. He knew where it was. He had been banned from the building a couple of years ago, caught stealing from the kitchen. But they must have forgotten him by now.

He is quiet the whole time. Giving Chelsey enough time to come up with questions she planned on asking him. It never occurred to her that he might be leading her to her doom. She was busy guessing what kind of life he had before. Maybe he was a gambler, now he has to mug people to pay off his debts. Or perhaps he was a very successful business owner, and when the local gang members burned down his place they burned down his dreams along with it. Forcing him to live on the streets and he just is fighting to live by stealing. Never did she come up with the truth, a kid with no family, no friends, and no hope.

Before she can recognize anything around her she is in the lobby of her hotel. Max just walks through it quickly, heading to the elevators. He pushes her floor, as if he knew where he was going. Chelsey imagined him in a suit and his fur trimmed nicely. Riding up to the 34th floor and walking to her room. Sinking the key into the door and then pulling it out as he turns the knob. She wonders if he was a young lawyer, one case throwing him off the deep end.

When she snaps out of it Chelsey is standing in her suite. Max has let go and is now rummaging through the full sized fridge. He had tossed her ID and all of the cash to the table. She slowly walks around the corner and watches him down half a gallon of milk, he stuffs anything and everything into his mouth, tearing into meat and fruit, vegetables and bread. He stops when half of the fridge was empty, he sat there crying. Chelsey thought it was from eating to much, but he was crying because its been forever since his stomach hurt because he over ate.

"Who are you.." Chelsey spoke shyly. "What were you doing in that alley, why did you bring me back..?" She comes closer as she speaks.

Max looks up. Now that his hunger was gone, and he could think clearly, a pain started to overwhelm him. He remembers he hit her, forced her to suck his cock, and then ripped her dress. He figures he should give her anything she wanted, hunger was no excuse to violate a woman. "Name is Max.." He mumbles his last name, not quiet sure he should give that away. "I lost everything about 3 years ago and that alley has been my home for the past 2 and a half." He says plainly. "And I regret what I did to you, so much that I can't begin to apologize. But you were way off from where you belonged. So I couldn't send you back into the streets, you would have really gotten hurt. So I brought you here."

Chelsey sits down at the table, 'He lost everything..' She repeated. "Don't you have family? Why do you have to live out there?" She looks into the open fridge, thinking about a cup of milk. She still had the terrible taste in her mouth. She had pushed the event out of her head, too curious about the man that dragged her from the shadows to her room.

"No. My father walked out on my mom and me when he found out she was pregnant. And 15 years later my mom kills herself. I refused to live in an orphanage, so I ran off. I had no brothers or sisters, no aunts or uncles that I know about, and my grand parents died before my mom was 28." He cleans up his mess as he explains his life to this stranger. He figures if she didn't call the cops on him, he'd leave in the middle of the night. "To put it simply, I had no where else to go."

"You said 15 years later, how old are you?" She continues the questions. "Are you from here?"

"I turned eighteen a few months back, and I've lived here for 3 years." Max takes a minute to think about telling her the city. "Before that I was in a city over." He finishes the clean up. "If you want me to repeat everything I've already said then just say so." He walks over and sits down like a civilized person, for once in his life.

"I'm sorry Max, I wasn't trying to run around the subject. I didn't think that you were orphaned so young, or that you left your old home to die in an alley.." She got up, took a cup from the cupboards, and put in some OJ. Max didn't see it that way, when she said it he wanted to argue with her. Then as if reading his mind. "Where did you get all those scars?"

"I had to fight for my food. The homeless are violent.." He remembers his first fight, the first physical lash he's gotten since the leather belt his mom used to own. "I was always in fights, but when I ran off I learned how to be violent in my punches, forceful in my kicks. And I rediscovered what I really was, a wolf." She was back at the chair in front of him. "These will heal.. Eventually." He claims very unsure. The other's healed up, but these were taking longer. He figures if they didn't heal soon they were probably infected, it would be a smart move to bathe, while he can. "Can I ask a favor of you? Can I use the bathroom, I haven't taken a shower in a long time."

Chelsey remembers the stink that almost gagged her back in the alley, then she looks down seeing his shirt over her. "Sure. Do you want me to find you something to wear while I get your clothes cleaned?"

Max didn't expect the generosity. "That would be nice." He looks her over, she was really cute. He had looked her ID over, she was 15, but soon she'd turn 16. Her name was Chelsey Karrington. It was the same to a famous Clair and Joe Karrington. Joe had a very famous ancestor who locked away his treasures for his beloved children and their children. Joe was now dead, but he had his whole life's work still adding to that fortune. JoeK's, was this company that mass produced clothes. It was more for the giddy women of the world, but Joe always made special dresses for his wife and daughter. He now feared that he was responsible for ripping up a priceless piece..

"Just let me go change out of this and I'll take care of your clothes while you shower."

Max watches as she disappears into the rooms. He hoped she wasn't too attached to the pink dress. Hoped that it wasn't her father's work that can't be replaced. He gets up and finds her, her clothes off, except her panties. He wanted to see her, the idea came out of no where but he agreed. She was more than gorgeous, her color was a soft creamy brown, caramel.. He slips in and coughs not to startle her. "Chelsey, where should I put my clothes.." He moves closer, wanting to be able to touch her..

Chelsey remembers that he was still a stranger, and that he was still bigger than her. She even remembers the slaps she got from him. Now it occurs to her, maybe she should have locked the door. "I.. I can take them.." She stays turned, hiding her body, and hopefully her fear. "Just-" She's cut off by the sound of his zipper being undone. She listens to his clothes drop to the floor then silence... A very long minute goes by, her heart pounds, and she feels vulnerable. Her body starts to shake..

The sudden sound of the knobs on the tub being turned cuts the silence, Chelsey whips around expecting to see Max still there. When he's not she relaxes, then feels foolish.

Max turns the shower head on and climbs in. As soon as the hot water hit him he felt better. He makes sure every inch of his body was soaked with the water. He shakes himself and then stands under the water again. He watches the few months of dirt drain, then remembers he needs to use soap. He guessed he'd wash three or four times before getting completely clean. He searches for soaps, came up with some bottles of flowery stuff. Honestly he didn't care anymore, pouring a good amount on his hand and then starting with his pits. He spreads the soap over his fur, lathering up every inch he can. His body is then rinsed and he starts it all over again. Shampooing himself once more and then watches as the water now only has a tint. He hears the door open, his ears turning towards the outside.

He stays quiet, it could be Chelsey's mom. He gets a hand full of soap and really washes the gashes in his flesh. "Max?" He hears Chelsey say.

"Yea?" He responds. Rinsing off one last time and the water turns off. He couldn't figure out why she'd be in here.. When she didn't answer he pulls the curtain not expecting to see Chelsey right there. "Oh.. sorry I thought you left." He says, his ears standing up and he covers his crotch with one arm. Chelsey just stares at him. "What's wrong?" He steps out and takes her by the shoulders.

Chelsey looks up at him. "Why .. Why haven't you tried anything?" She was standing in the bathroom, still just in her panties. "You could have killed me already, I know what kinda strength you have. You had a perfect chance to rape me, in the alley and again just inside my room. Why haven't you done anything?"

"I don't want to hurt or rape you. I did enough of that in the alley.." His ears pin, he wasn't the purest and most noble of guys, he wouldn't title himself as a man either, but he didn't try to be a sick and twisted guy. He notices she isn't too scared of him, that's not why she asked. Maybe he has scared her. Maybe she is expecting him to wait till she's asleep before he kills her. It just made his ears pin harder and his tail curl into his legs. "I'm sorry, I'll leave. Just give me my clothes and I'll be out of your life forever."

"I can't they are in the wash." Chelsey says looking up. "Please don't leave. I still have questions.. I still have something I want from you.."

'..something I want from you..'? What did that mean? "What could you possibly want from me?" He didn't mean for it to sound bad. But she did have all the money she could want, while he has nothing!

Chelsey get's really shy again. She was only a couple of months away from being able to have sex, but she wanted to do it now. She's never met anyone like him. And he wasn't too much older than her.. How is she suppose to ask him to do that though? "Can.. I mean, I want... Will you.." She pulls away. "G-Go back to your shower.."

That wasn't her request, and he was already done. "I'm clean, I need clothes and bandages. Then I'm leaving. Your scared of me, I hate myself for what I did back in the alley, and if leaving while you call the cops makes it better, if going to the cops myself, makes it better, I will. So tell me what I can do, or give me something so I can leave.."

He was willing to turn himself in to make her feel better, he wouldn't mind her request. "Fuck me!" She says loudly. "Make me a woman, Max." Chelsey says looking down now. She wanted him to give her this.

Max was taken back by the straight forwardness, but he had to deny her. Only one problem, he couldn't. "Give me a towel, and wait to take a shower. Go and lay down, I need to think and calm down." He says, thinking about how bad he felt. Chelsey gets a towel, unfolding it then wrapping it around him, pulling herself close to him, breathing against him. Max looks down at her, the bad feelings melting away. Strange how a female can make a male feel..

"I'll calm you down..." She says and leaves the room, beckoning him to follow with her finger.

Max liked it, she was good at surprising him. He shakes off and uses the towel to dry off his now damp fur. He walks out of the bathroom and back to her bed, ruffling the fur on his neck and head. He comes to the doorway and stares at her. She was naked against the silk covered bed. He drops his jaw and towel, his jaw hitting the floor first..

Chelsey waves him into the bed, but he only comes to the foot of he bed. Chelsey rolls over and crawls to him. The tip of his member starts to surface. She crawls up his body and stares lovingly in his eyes. "If it helps, you can smack me around a bit." She says remembering the alley. She didn't like what he did then because of the situation, but now that she thought about it, it got her wanting him.. "Be as rough as you want Max, just don't stop.." She ends her statement in a whisper.

Max moves his hands to her body, one going behind her, to her back, gripping the fur lightly. The other one slithers up her stomach, between her breast, over her neck, and grabs the side of her face, petting her cheek. He was lost in her eyes now, afraid to say no. Fear that he'd break her heart.. He leans in and kisses her, softly at first then he keeps pushing harder and harder down on her mouth with his. He listens carefully for that moan he hopes to get, and when it comes he lets a breath out as he pulls from her.

He puts his knee on the bed and leans her back, holding her close to him as he lays them down. He puts all his weight on her for a moment then slides over her body, to lay on her side. He moves his hand over her breast, groping it roughly and then rubs it gently. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" His leg moves in between her legs, pushing into her crotch. He gets a loud cry of pleasure before a fast nod. "It's going to hurt.." He says not really sure, he's never been with a virgin, he's never been with a rabbit either.

"I'm ready." She says, recalling his big member. "Max, please. Take me Max, I want to feel you."

He can't help but get hard off of her demands. His member has unsheathed itself and is ready to take her when he wills it. He lifts back up, his thigh digging into her. She grabs him and moans. She's imagined this a couple of times, a male grinding into her. She grips his fur on his shoulders, he was being rough and she loved it! But why? He takes her arms from his shoulders and pins them to the bed and she cries out. Chelsey's head starts to spin, her body starts reacting, she pushes against the leg instead of just letting it rub on her. Her breath starts to get heavier, shallow, she was submitting to the power of her lust.

Max grabs her hair, she moans and looks away but he yanks her back with a grin, pushing his mouth on hers again. He lets her arms go and she pins herself for a little longer as he pulls from the kiss. For a minute he thinks about oral, lubing themselves up, but he didn't want to.. He climbs in between her legs and lifts them up and apart. He readies her, pushing his member to her entrance, and then leaning over her, he thrusts into her, hard and fast, ripping past her hymen. She screams in pain, grabs his shoulders with her nails, he was TOO big! She begs him to stop, tells him to wait but Max refuses to wait. Her body rejects him, squeezing and pushing, the sweet wet insides telling him to stop. Max yanks out of her and shoves into her again. She digs into his shoulder and begs for him to stop as he thrust into her over and over.

When she is in tears he stops, he immediately feels bad. He hadn't moved that hard or deep, he was at a fairly shallow average pace. He leans in and licks her cheek, "Chelsey, relax.." She looks up at his worried face, was she over reacting? "Please tell me you're OK." She felt like crying, she was in pain and he wanted her to lie to him. Then she realized something, it didn't hurt. She just felt the pressure of his cock inside her. She nods slowly to him. "Can I continue?" She hears him ask and just nods again.

He reaches behind her and picks her up towards him leaning in and kissing her. She moves her arms around him, continuing to loose the pain she thought was there. He kisses her harder, grabs her ass some, making her head spin again. He moves his mouth open, slips his tongue into her mouth and further leads her back to her lust. The room starts to spin the opposite from her head, she starts getting dizzy as her tongue laps slowly back at his.

Max pulls away and lays her back down. She looks back with glazed over eyes and a mind drowning in pleasure. He smiles, she was ready now. He pulls out slowly, she whimpers as the cock slips away from her, then he pushes back and she arches her body up high. He pulls away again, and thrust a little faster, she moans at it. He leans down and licks her breast, she calls out happily as his tongue washes over her naked fur.

Max starts a steady pace, back and forth, slowly out and a brisk thrust inside. Chelsey moans as he takes it away and screams softly as he pushes back in. Her breathing gets harder as falls in love with the act. Max takes it easy, wanting her to cum once before him. Chelsey starts to come to, her fog clearing, she was experiencing a new pleasure, though painful it starts to be. Her insides are curling, tightening, clamping back down onto Max. He continues to take her, letting her pleasure take hold of her. He grins, his body enjoyed the tight muscles getting ready to cover him.

Soon enough, she is reaching up, clawing at his arms and shoulder, begging her body to release whatever this tension meant. He thrust once and twice before he just rams into her, giving Chelsey her relief. She cums, the hot gooey fluids wash over him and her own insides. Making the passage way warm and wet. Now he can really take her.

Chelsey lays down, Max had stopped so she believes they were done. She pants as she lays there, her arms now over her head. "Oh.. Max, that was ..." She stops not having anything to compare it to.

Her pause to think was enough, it was cute. "Were not done, my little bunny." He gives her a grin as he pulls out. She has a confused look and then she meeps as he handles her body, rolling her over and picking her butt up. He chuckles as the tail wiggles around some. He takes his position, pushing his member back inside her, this causes another meep that morphs into a moan when he settles deep within her. "Ready?"

Chelsey tries to answer him, not really sure what to say, but before she even mumbles an answer Max pulls out some. She lets a soft moan escape. Max grins as he repositions himself, he wasn't very big so she should be able to support him. He leans on her and starts right away. His hips making short swift thrust into hers, his canine pace giving him great enjoyment. Chelsey even allows it to please her as she calls out. Chelsey suddenly feels a soft smacking against her, she continues to moan as her mind goes over what the smacking could be.

Max lifts up some and starts getting deeper, swabbing the knot past her entrance. He pushes her face into the bed, grinning hard at the sudden moan. She liked it rough. He starts to swell at the base. His pace gets faster and deeper, his balls smacking her some, his heart beating just as fast as he was moving.

Chelsey moans hard as she is dominated. Max finally is too big to push the knot in without force, a few quick thrust later and he grabs her, forces her onto her back and then holds her up as he rams his knot into the unexpecting rabbit. Chelsey screams in pain, her insides re-ripped apart, her nails are actually inside of Max's shoulder, he cringes in pain as he cums hard!

She rips her nails out of him and starts hitting him, "You bastard! That hurts! Get the hell out!" Chelsey yells at him. Her small rabbit body unable to take the huge canine knot! Max pins her arms down unsure of what to do, he was stuck for half an hour. "Damn.. it hurts!" She struggles against his grip starting to cry as she weakens under him.

"I'm sorry Chelsey, I didn't know it would hurt you like this." He admits honestly. His ears pin against his head. He couldn't believe he forgot their species difference. She wasn't that big either, and it was her first time.. Everything pointed to him being a complete idiot. "I-I'm so sorry.."

Chelsey had listened to him, he sounded like he was sorry. Her ears lay down, it hurt but something was happening, it felt so warm.. "Are you.." She blushes, now distracted by the thought of the wolf's seed entering her body. When he silently nods her cheeks get a deeper shade of red.

It finally hits him, she is barely old enough for sex, is she on birth control? "Ch-Chelsey, do you use pills or .. some kind of birth control?"

"N-No." Chelsey looks up into his eyes, still a few tears in her eyes. She felt the liquid still pump into her. She wasn't sure she could get pregnant with a canine. "W-Why?"

Max shakes his head and moves so she is on top of him. She lays her head against his chest and listens to her heart as a finger traces one of his scars. They spend the half hour napping, Chelsey wakes up hearing her dryer go off. She pulls off of him, looking at the blood on his member for a second before she continues with what she was doing.

When Chelsey comes back with his clothes Max isn't in the bed anymore. She looks around and finally when she turns around he pounces her back to the bed. Kissing her and rubbing her. He didn't feel like he should leave her just yet. When she laughs and kisses back his tail wags fast behind him.

Soon she is pushing him inside her again, Max only happy to go with it. He is careful this time, as he closes in on his climax he reminds himself not to knot her, and when it comes to the big moment he proud of himself. His load pumps into her with his knot right there against her wet flesh. Soon he is ready for another round. Chelsey doesn't waste time taking that load too.

Max is finally on his last round, in fact he should have stopped before. But Chelsey persuades him and is underneath his powerful body. He really goes at it, giving her every last bit of his energy just to please her.

Max closes in on the fourth time, unaware of the suite's door opening, the unknown figure making its way to the back. As he thrusts into her the last few times his ears are filled with her lustful cries, instead of hearing the door creek open. Finally he cums inside her, his seed seeking out an egg, swirling around it and taking it! Then he feels a swift smack against the back of his head. He pulls out a little early and turns around to see an elegant older rabbit with angry brown eyes staring at him.

"Get off of her!" The horse old voice screeches. "You damned soul, you won't get away with raping my daughter!" He gets another hit from the dainty leather purse. It catches his temple. Then out of no where a black lab tackles him to the ground and knocks him out!

When Max comes to he can hear Chelsey begging her mom to listen, that 'he' wasn't raping her, that 'he' didn't attack her! But the older woman he'd seen earlier screams back that she is too young to understand, that she is pressing rape charges on "the wolf bastard" as soon as the cops arrive. Max knew who she was talking about and tries hard to move. His head spins as he sets up and then he hangs his head when he finds both arms and feet are bound. His ears fall and he can't help but blame himself.

He looks up when the door opens, the lab tosses the newly cleaned tattered clothes at him and slams the door hard. He only jumps because he felt really bad. Chelsey would be looked upon as the heiress that was raped by a dirty bum. Her reputation is ruined, all because he couldn't have just lived with robbing her... "I'm sorry.." He whispers to the rabbit, the yelling still going on in the background.

The police arrive and they cut the binds and then demand that he gets dressed. Once he was clothed they snap a pair of polished cuff on him and haul him off.

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'That was a week ago,' Max says to himself mentally. He still waits for his trial. Finally a officer grabs him by the arm and drags him to the court room. His appointed lawyer stands waiting for him. But he notices Clair isn't in her assigned seat. Instead a nervous guy shuffles through some paper work, checking his watch. Max thinks about how he may be dismissed if the stuck up rabbit didn't show.

Fifteen minutes go by and no Clair, then suddenly the doors open and Chelsey struts to the nervous man and whispers to him. When she looks over and smiles at Max he gets this nice feeling, his tail even starts to wag again.

"My client would like to drop all charges." Says the lawyer Clair originally hired.