Kerr 8: Rent a Bunny.
#8 of The tribulations of Kerr the White
Summer.
"Kerr, can you come here?"
Hearing his mistress' voice from the open kitchen door the Rabbit puts away the hoe and brushes off the dirt on his legs. "Coming, mistress." When he enters the house he finds Miera seated by the kitchen table, drinking tea and chatting with a tall, gray-furred female wolf. "You called, mistess?" he asks meekly, going down on his knees and averting his eyes.
"Stand up, Kerr," the panther orders. Then, as soon as he is upright, she adds, "Turn around so that Shella can get a good look."
"Yes, mistress," he responds, then turns around slowly, all the while feeling the wolfs eyes scrutinizing his nude body.
"I can see why you like to keep him unclothed," the wolfess states in a feminine but hoarse voice. Getting up from her chair she towers over the 5' tall rabbit with her 6' 8" body. "He's a bit on the small side," she states as she walks around and touches him here and there, "but there's nothing wrong with his muscles. Nice and firm all over!" That last is said as her left paw grabs his right buttock and squeezes, making him yelp.
"What he lacks in size he makes up for with enthusiasm," the panther responds, grinning mischeavously, "and he's just sooo cuddly!"
"I'll take your word for it," the wolfess states. Digging through a pouch hanging from her belt she extracts a small bag that she tosses to the panther. "Is this enough?"
Miera opens the bag and spills an assortment of silver coins onto the table. Grinning widely she replies, "If you add a few pieces you get me, also! Have fun, but don't bite too hard!"
What?! She's selling me? Kerr thinks as the wolf grabs him and almost casually throws him over her shoulder, then turns and exits the house with the stunned rabbit draped over her shoulder.
A few minutes later they're in the other end of the small valley and the wolfess lets Kerr back down on his feet outside a small house. "You're awfully quiet," she states while she unlocks the door.
"She... She sold me?" Kerr finally manages to ask.
"No," the wolfess replies, grinning widely, "only rented you out for a day."
Rented? Kerr thinks, but that means...
"And I intend to get my money's worth out of you," she continues, oblivious to the rabbit's sigh of relief, "and you can start by preparing my bath!" Then she pushes him inside and points him towards the kitchen.
"This is life," the wolfess sighs, luxuriating in the feeling of Kerr's paws as he gently washes her feet.
"If you say so, mistress," Kerr mutters.
"Yes, I say so," she states. Then she sits up and grabs his left paw in both of hers. Pulling him towards her she asks, "You worked in the garden when Miera called you in, right?"
"Yes," he replies noncommittaly.
"I won't have a dirty rabbit in my bed tonight," she begins, pulling him even closer, "so..." Then she suddenly yanks on his arm, toppling him over to land with an undignified splash in the middle of the tub. Kerr, panicking for a moment, thrashes around with his paws to push himself up when his right paw lands squarely between her legs. "Oooh!" she exclaims, "you're a fast mover!" Then she wraps her arms around him, pulling him close and jamming his muzzle between her firm breasts. "Relax!" she orders.
"Mmmph!" he shouts, or rather; tries to shout, the sound being muffled by her thick fur. When she makes no sign of letting go, he slowly relaxes and begins to enjoy the situation; his muzzle jammed between two firm breasts, warm water sloshing about his body and her tail that was laying between her legs now rubbing between his legs. I might just as well enjoy this, he thinks, opening his mouth and beginning to lick the only place he can reach; her cleavage.
She soon relaxes her grip on him, one paw sliding down to grasp his tail and squeeze it gently. As the rabbit shifts about to catch a stiff nipple between his thin lips she leans back, hooks her legs up on the edges of the tub and sighs. "You like my breasts?" she asks between pants.
Letting go of the little nub for a moment he replies, "Yes, they're so beautiful."
Soon her right paw moves from his back to slip between them and grasp his sheath, startling Kerr and making him realise that he's bone hard and ready. "You like me," she states with a wide grin. "Not as big as my mate's, but it'll do."
Mate? The word makes Kerr stop and pull away. "You..." he begins, "you have a mate?"
"He's out hunting," she replies, pulling him back to her breasts, "and has been so for three eight-days. Don't worry, As long as I don't play with other wolves he's OK with it."
"You certain?" Kerr mumbles nervously from between her breasts.
"Do you think Miera would let me endanger her favorite cuddle toy?" the wolfess asks, licking his face. Then her paw grasps his sheath again and begins to rhytmically squeeze and release it. "Like it?"
Kerr, momentarily speechless, just grins and begins to hump slowly against her paw.
"You're definitely ready," she states, releasing his member and wrapping her legs around his back, "and so am I! Do it!"
Either she's bigger than I thought, or she's even more ready than it seems, Kerr thinks as he effortlessly slips between her nether lips and continues until his crotch bumps against hers. His lips gathers one of her nipples and, sucking greedily he starts pumping in and out.
"Nice," she mumbles, panting slightly.
Nice? Kerr thinks, I'm pumping away and she thinks it's 'nice'? Switching to her left nipple and biting with his large, flat front-teeth he makes her moan. Then he increases the pace, slamming their bodies together and splashing water everywhere.
"Better!" she exclaims. Then her paws lands on his buttocks and her claws digs in, sending lances of pleasure-tinted pain straight into the rabbit's brain.
Groaning, Kerr spasms and shoots his load deeply into the wolfess, then collapses on top of her.
"Oops," she mumbles. Then, pushing the rabbit into a sitting position she orders, "Get more hot water; the little that's left in here is getting cold."
Stumbling a bit, the rabbit steps out of the tub and walks over to the fireplace where he quickly fills a bucket with the remaining hot water which he dumps into the bath. Then he refills the cauldron and stirs up the fire. I wish Miera had a waterpump inside her house, he thinks as he refills the bucket yet again.
The water finally heats sufficiently and Kerr refills the tub, then stands beside it, waiting for new orders.
"Get back in," she orders, "and sit down on your haunches."
He quickly enters the tub and sits down in the hot water, enjoying the feel of it lapping up to his scrotum. "What now?" he asks, "mistress?"
"Just sit still," she mumbles, then leans forward until her muzzle rubs against his crotch. "Sit very still." Grasping his thighs with her paws to support her she opens her muzzle and engulfs his sheath with it. As she begins to suckle the rabbit moans, then starts panting, and soon his member stirs, growing thicker, longer and stiffer until it pokes out of the sheath. Taking a break from the treatment she looks up at the rabbit's face and asks, "Like it?"
"I..." he begins.
"Thought so," she states, then engulfs his member again. This time she doesn't suck, though, but alternates between teasing the tip of his member with her tongue and rubbing her long fangs along the sheath. His cock is soon completely rigid again, and with a final lick she sits back up. "Now it's time for you to make good on the silvers I paid for you." Then she turns around to stand on her paws and knees, and with her tail held high. "Get to it!" she orders.
"Yes, mistress!" he responds. Then he gets up and stands behind her. Grasping her tail in his paws he aims his cock and slips into her moist depths with a wet, sucking noise.
"That's good!" she moans, "squeeze my tail! Pull it!"
Yes! Mistress!" he shouts back, each word punctuated by him slamminmg his rod as deep as it can go into her hot snatch.
"Harder!" she screams. "Fuck me as hard as you can!"
Dropping her tail he leans forward and grabs her left breast in his left paw and begins squeezing the nipple in time with his pace.
"Harder!"
Slipping his right paw down between her legs he locates her clit and begins to rub it.
"Yes!" she screams as she pumps back against him, "make me cum!"
I'm trying! he swears to himself, but what does it take? Pumping and fondling, squeezing and pinching, nothing seems to take her closer to orgasm.
"This isn't working!" she complains as the speed drops because of Kerr slowly tiring. "Pull out!"
"Yes, mistress," he mutters, then obeys, slipping out of her snatch with a plop. "What now?"
"Down on your back!" she orders.
Kerr sits down, then leans back to rest his shoulders against the edge of the tub. She grabs his member and, stroking it a few times, sit down on top of it, slowly impaling herself. "But... that's..." he gasps as he feels not the warm moistness of her slit, but her tight, gnarled spinchter slowly open to engulf him.
"Yes!" she growls, "you fit soooo good!" Then she slams down, taking him to the hilt. Panting she slowly pulls up and slams down again.
Seeing her breasts bounce around in front of his eyes the rabbit reaches out with his right paw and begins to play with the nipple on her left breast. When his attention seems to excite her further he slips his left arm round her waist and pulls her tail around. Then he grabs the tip and begins to rub it against her clit.
Growling the wolfess grabs the rabbit's head in her strong paws and mashes his muzzle against her right breast. Instinctively he bites down on the nipple that is being forced into his mouth, making her scream, then shudder as she orgasms violently. A moment later he, too, cums, filling her ass with his sperm.
"That was fun," she whispers weakly a minute later. Then she pulls off his now limp member and gets out of the tub to sit down on a chair. "Now get up from there and dry me off."
"Yes, mistress," he responds just as weakly. As he stands up he slowly smooths down his fur with his paws to remove as much water as possible. Then he grabs a towel and walks over to the wolfess and, standing behind her, begins to rub her headfur. As he works his way down her back he can't help but marvel at the strength of the muscles that he can feel hidden under her fur. She could rip me apart without panting!
As he finishes with her feet she gets up, pats him on his head and states, "You're a good bunny. I'll be out front, basking in the sun. In the meantime, why don't you clean up in here, then make me dinner? There's salted pork in a barrel and fruit in the cellar." Then she opens the door and steps outside.
"Yes, mistress," he mutters, knowing that it was an order, not an request.
In the evening, after tidying, scrubbing the floors and carrying in firewood Kerr stands by the door, looking expectantly at the wolfess.
"Yes, what is it?" she asks.
"I've finished all the tasks you set me, mistress," he responds quietly.
"And now you're hoping to go back to Miera, is that it?"
"Yes, please," he responds.
"No," she states, grinning widely, "I didn't pay for just a day, I paid for a day and a night. Guess who's supposed to serve me breakfast in bed tomorrow."
Sighing, Kerr walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge. In for a copper, in for a silver, he thinks. And tomorrow is eight-day. I hope Lemarra only wants to talk when I see her in the afternoon.
Why so glum?" the wolfess asks, sitting down behind him and wrapping her strong arms around him. "It's not like I'm going to eat you or anything." Then she licks his long ears before adding, "Well, maybe, but not that way."
"It's nothing," he responds.
"Good!" she exclaims, leaning back and pulling him with her. Then she lets go with one paw long enough to pull the blanket over them both.
Morning.
When Kerr wakes he finds to his relief that the wolfess has let go of him. Remembering what she said the day before he gets out of bed as quietly as possible and makes his way to the outhouse. Returning a few minutes later he stops to listen for a moment, and hearing her slow, even breathing, enters the kitchen and starts to prepare breakfast. First he cuts open a couple of green fruits, exposing the moist, blue center, then he crushes them and collects the juice in a glass before eating the now pulpy mass. No reason to throw it away, and it tastes soooo good! Next he takes out a ham and slices off several large pieces that he stacks on a plate. I guess I should be thankful it was from an animal, and not somone, though I wonder if my people is any better? We keep sheep for heir wool and cattle for milk and leather, and I can't say what happened to them when they grew too old or too many. Finished musing, he stacks a few fruits on the platter and, platter in one paw and glass in the other, makes his way to the bedroom.
"Well, well," the female comments when he enters and places the food on the nightstand, "you didn't run away, screaming, after all. And you even remembered to prepare breakfast for me. What a pity Miera won't sell you."
Ignoring the comment Kerr goes down on his knees beside the bed. "What is your next order?" he asks, "mistress."
At first she doesn't answer, just chews quietly on the meat he brought, then, after putting the tray aside she leans back and states, "Miera told me you were creative and that I wouldn't regret it if I gave you free reign. Prove her right!"
"Yes, mistress," he mutters. Why can't I run into a female who want nothing more than share a pot of tea and play eight-squares? Deciding upon a venue of action he sits down on the edge of the bed and places a paw on her shoulder. "Could you please roll over onto your belly?"
"What are you planning?" she asks, smiling coyly as she rolls over. "Want me up on paws and knees?"
"No," he responds. Then he slowly drags his paw from her shoulder, down her back and legs, catching and pulling the blanket along as his fingers caress her fur. Then he places both his paws on her shoulders and begins to rub her muscles, slowly working his way down her back. Hope I do this right, he thinks, it must have been three years since I watched Mother do this to my father when his back ached.
As she sighs and slowly relaxes he knows that he's doing something right. Reaching her tail he first scritches gently at it's base, then begins to stroke it with long, slow movements, taking care to keep his touch as light as possible.
The wolfess sighs, her eyes closes and her breathing slows.
Only when he is certain that she is asleep does the rabbit stop stroking her tail. Then he gently, so as not to wake her, replaces the blanket and move off the bed. At first he deliberates about whether or not to go back to Miera's house, then decides against it; no need to make her angry. Then he walks into the kitchen and quickly searches the shelves.
Yawning, and displaying an impressive set of sharp, white teeth, the wolfess rolls over on her side and fixes Kerr in her sight. "When I told you to be creative, I expected you to give me a good fucking," she growls.
"I know," he responds weakly, "mistress."
"I should punish you," she growls, "but..."
"Yes, mistress?"
"I haven't felt this relaxed in ages. Now, where is it?"
"Where is what?" the rabbit asks, confused.
"The tea, of course," she responds. "I can smell it."
"Oh, the tea." Kerr hurries to the kitchen only to return a few moments later with a pot and cups in his paws. He quickly fills one cup and places it on the nightstand, where she can reach it easily, then another, smaller cup for himself.
"Gives a great backrub and even makes a decent pot of tea, Miera is lucky," she mumbles between sips of the hot drink. "Now get back to your mistress so I can enjoy my tea alone."