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"So you're the one who keeps destroying my traps." Connor looked up at the naked rabbit girl as she swung helplessly from his snare. For weeks, he had brought in hardly any game, bad news for a hunter who depended only on his own skill to survive. It was obvious from the beginning that someone was sabotaging his traps, but he had assumed it was another carnivore trying to drive him out of the territory. That the culprit was one of the sentient herbivores, who normally left others to their own devices and necessities, was a troubling development. "Mind telling me why you're so determined to deprive me of food?"

The rabbit regarded the golden retriever with a poisonous glare. "You eat my kin. I need to stop you."

He gave her a strange look. "Your kin? Those little four-leggers may look sort of like you, but they're no more your kin than a feral wolf is mine. Besides, a guy's got to eat."

The dog wondered what was wrong with this rabbit. Everyone knew that two-legged and four-legged species weren't really the same, even if they looked similar. The herbivorous two-leggers didn't generally begrudge the carnivores for eating the four-leggers; it was universally accepted that the carnivores needed meat to survive.

Maybe she had gone wild. It happened sometimes, when a two-legger spent too much time alone in the wilderness. They started to lose touch with civilization and came to identify with their mindless, feral look-alikes. That would explain why she felt she needed to protect the feral rabbits, and why she was naked.

He gave her exposed body another good look, and smirked. It had been much too long since he last encountered a female, so he enjoyed the view. She was curvaceous, with supple breasts and rounded hips, but her long, powerful legs revealed an unmistakable agility. Her fur was mostly white, though she had a few brown patches, mainly around her nose and tail. Her ears, long and straight atop her head, were unremarkable for her kind, and her tail, too, was the standard ball of cottony fluff.

The rabbit continued to glare as he inspected her. "Trying to guess how many meals you'll get out of me?"

"I don't eat two-leggers. I'm only curious about you. Do you have a name?"

"Aloria."

"My name's Connor. If I let you go, will you stop ruining my traps?"

"Why should I let you continue to kill my kin?"

The golden retriever sighed. She had gone wild, no doubt about it. And as much as he appreciated the sight of her lovely curves, he still had to figure out what to do with his catch. He growled softly as he considered his options. He couldn't leave her hanging there, but he couldn't let her go either. What else could he do?

Connor recalled some rumors that circulated among his fellow trappers. Strange things happened on the edge of the wilderness, in that thin buffer between civilized lands and the great unknown. Isolated from society, the lonely trappers, explorers, and hermits sometimes adopted practices that a more civilized person might find disturbing. Domestication was one of those practices. It was a way to reclaim those who had lost themselves to the wilds. Well, almost. They were never quite the same as they were before, once the wild spirit was broken. Those who were domesticated tended to be obedient and pliant, and became dependent on whoever had tamed them.

Darker thoughts entered his mind as he looked over her body again and remembered that a few trappers had taken domesticated "companions." It would be nice to have some companionship. Taking her home seemed like an attractive option.

He cut her out of the snare, and used the spare rope to bind her hands and hobble her legs. Then he marched her through the forest until they came to the lonesome cabin he called home.

The cabin spoke of a simple life. In the main living area, there was a table, a few chairs, a workbench, and a wood-burning stove. The dog forced the rabbit to sit in a chair; then he moved to his workbench. All it took was a strip of scrap leather and a spare buckle, and soon he had a simple collar, which he fastened around Aloria's neck. After that, he untied her legs and arms, and attached one of the lengths of rope to the collar as a leash.

"Let me explain how things are going to be from now on, Aloria. I am in charge here, and you will call me Alpha. You will serve me, keep me company, and please me. Do you understand?"

Her lapin face was impassive as she regarded him silently. He stared back at her for a few moments, and then decided it was time to assert his dominance. He led her by the leash to the bedroom, where he directed her onto the bed. The golden retriever removed his clothes, feeling a primal swelling in his loins. He would enjoy teaching this obstinate rabbit her new role. Lust and anticipation filled him as he looked at her nude form.

Lying there on the bed, she seemed somehow slighter and frailer than before. She looked up at him with huge, pleading, submissive eyes, and he flashed a predatory grin in return. As he approached her, thinking that this would be easier than expected, one of her legs drew back against her body. For a second, it made her look even more vulnerable, but then she suddenly lashed out in a swift kick to his stomach. The force of her powerful muscles knocked him backwards, and as he landed on the ground, she bounced out of bed and dashed for the door.

By the time he got up, she had already escaped the bedroom. He pursued her into the living area, where he found her struggling to open the front door. Every object in the room seemed like an obstacle as he rushed towards her; never had he tripped on so many things over such a short distance. He only had to go a few more steps, but he was too late. Aloria flung the door open and bounded out of the cabin, leash trailing behind her.

The leash! With a final, flailing grasp, Connor grabbed the end of the leash, yanking it hard and sending the rabbit tumbling.

Damn, she was fast! If the door hadn't slowed her down, he might not have caught her. With a firm tug on the leash, he dragged her kicking and screaming back to the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, and then pinned her against the mattress with his full weight.

"Listen carefully," he growled, looking directly into her eyes. Her expression was defiant; her submissive act was gone. "You will submit to me, because I am your alpha male. I will use you for my pleasure, and you will enjoy it. I am going to breed you, and you will not merely take my seed, but beg for it!"

In response, she spit in his face. The dog snarled, closing his muzzle over hers before she could try it again. With a dangerous, threatening growl, he slammed his fully erect length into her. She squealed in pain, shifting under him as she tried to escape his grasp.

Each thrust was hard and purposeful; he wanted her to feel every inch of his shaft, and know exactly what kind of male had claimed her. The rabbit squirmed under him, fighting his every move. She tried to push him away, beat at his chest and back, even pulled his fur, but her efforts were futile. Connor felt a perverse euphoria from exerting such control over her body. Nothing would stop him from having his way with her.

Their battle dragged on; neither knew for how long. Slowly, Aloria's demeanor changed. Her desperate cries were no longer born only of pain and frustration. Something else started to creep into her voice - a different kind of desperation, a hint of exhilaration and ecstasy.

Connor could feel Aloria's body react to his steady pounding. Her pulse quickened. Her inner walls throbbed around his cock, milking it for the seed he wanted to give. Her body seemed determined to gain pleasure from their actions, regardless of whatever shock and horror her conscious mind felt.

"You must be so close," he whispered, voice low and enticing. "Don't you want release?"

"No! Get off of me, you monster! N-OH!" A particularly deep thrust turned her refusal into a lustful exhalation as she hit a minor peak.

"I can give you what you want, what you need, if you only ask for it."

She shook her head vehemently, still denying what her body wanted, but on the next stroke, she gasped again and desperately gripped the sheets. Connor kept her on edge, giving several hard thrusts and then stopping just long enough to ensure that she couldn't quite reach her climax.

"Just call me Alpha. Just ask nicely, and I'll reward you."

Aloria scrunched her eyes shut, shaking her head again. Her lip quivered as she tried to control her ragged breathing. Again and again he tormented her with the denial of pleasure, until the rabbit trembled beneath him, her gasps and moans becoming louder and more wanton. He could see her resolve crumbling, feel it in the way her muscles no longer strained against him, but rather tried to pull him closer. She finally reopened her eyes, and the look she gave him was not defiant, but pleading. "Alpha... please..."

"Please what?"

"Breed me, Alpha!"

When he finally sank in to the hilt, knot and all, they both exploded into orgasm. The retriever's seed flooded the rabbit's convulsing passage in a white hot surge. Aloria's face contorted in a silent scream, so overwhelmed that she couldn't even give voice to her pleasure. Connor's growl was dominant and nearly feral as he possessively bit her shoulder.

For a time, they could only shudder with the aftershocks of their intense release. When he recovered, Connor looked at the rabbit. Her face was a tortured mask of conflicting emotions - anger, lust, hate, and gratification. Her body had betrayed her, forced her to enjoy her violation, and she seemed unsure how to react. He had won this first battle, but it was clear that she was not yet broken, not yet his. It would take much more effort to domesticate her, but he knew it would be worth it.

***

Connor returned in high spirits from a successful hunt. He immediately set to work skinning and preparing his kill. Some of it would be dinner, and some of it would be salted and set aside for winter. A few minutes later, he heard someone else come through the door. He knew without looking that it was Aloria, returning from tending the small garden she kept behind the cabin.

"Welcome home, Alpha. Shall I start dinner?" The rabbit was so obedient now, after months of domestication training. She wore his collar proudly, and worked hard to please him.

"Yes, Aloria. That would be nice." He greeted her with an affectionate nuzzle and protectively rubbed her belly. Something else had happened in the intervening months. One of their many breeding sessions had taken, and her belly had grown large with his pups. They had been hard at work lately to prepare for the arrival of their children.

Connor smiled broadly as he watched the gravid rabbit. When he chose his solitary lifestyle, he never dared hope he would start a family. Now he had everything he wanted.