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Sunlight filtered through summer leaves, softening the hare's fur as he strode along. He knew not where he was going and only vaguely where he'd been, but that delightful half-lost feeling was precisely why he took to the woods.

He raised his head, widened his eyes, and twitched his nose, then he was off, bounding down the path to find the source of the honey-sweet scent that had struck him in the face. It made him feel giddy in a moment, and he giggled as his paws carried him over the soft earth. He rounded a corner and froze. There sat a creature unlike any he had ever seen. It seemed almost like a massive tree. Roots anchored the thing to the ground near a squat trunk, curling out from it a ways before being covered by a thick padding of moss that formed a cool cushion underfoot. Branches covered in green stretched far in all directions, intertwined with thick vines that dangled toward the ground and swayed in the breeze. Deep purple flowers grew all over; the hare glanced at them a few times as he considered whether they were what he smelled. But what made his darting eyes pause the most were the very unplantlike parts perched above the trunk, amid the branches.

A torso jutted up as if part of the trunk, bark giving way to mossy green skin. Vines extended from where arms should have been and seemed to move of their own will, coiling around and stroking the nearby branches.

The hare's breath caught in his throat and he let out a peep. A head with hair like drooping willow leaves and wide, black eyes turned toward him.

"My, I haven't seen a luscious bunny like you come along in many years. What's your name?"

The hare felt his face redden as he whispered, "Bo."

"Aww, he blushes. But I didn't catch that."

Boldly Bo said, "Bo." The tree smiled and nodded its approval--or maybe it was his. The torso seemed male, anyway, now that Bo was calm enough to notice more details.

"And, uh, do you have ... I mean, that is, what are you called?" said Bo.

The tree chuckled. "Call me Iggy."

"Funny name for a giant tree, uh, thing. What are you, anyway?"

"Oh, come now, little bunny," said the tree, "We don't have time for all that bullshit. And you look so delicious."

"Delicious?" squeaked Bo, rethinking his interpretation of Iggy's greeting.

"Yes, and I haven't had such a treat in so long," said Iggy, licking his lips.

Bo felt rooted to the spot. His paws went cold and shook as he wrung them together. "You're not g-going to eat me or s-something, are you?" The look on Iggy's face made Bo feel as if he'd asked a stupid question; his ears folded back and he averted his eyes.

"Well, in a way, yes." Bo raised an eyebrow.

With a rustle of leaves, the vines that hung from the branches rose up and moved as one, undulating in a pattern that seemed pleasantly easy to follow but always held one more mystery that drew Bo's gaze deeper and deeper. He felt lightheaded but peaceful. Soon his face softened and his eyes glazed over, and Iggy smirked.

"Now, Bo, you will listen carefully and repeat after me."

"Now, Bo, you will--"

"Don't be a smartass," said the tree.

"Sorry."

"Now: I'm a good bunny boy who loves to be filled."

Bo said it, blushing madly but unable to stop himself.

"I love to obey; I live to serve."

Bo echoed; the words slipped from his mouth as if he weren't the one speaking them.

"I would love nothing more than to be made a bitch and bred."

Bo shook with a furious cocktail of emotions even as he said it.

"Good bunny," said Iggy.

A pair of vines came down and wrapped a strip of moss around Bo's neck. He pawed at it; it yielded but wouldn't tear. The stuff seemed to caress the back of his neck, and he melted, his paws falling back to his sides.

"You won't be needing these anymore," said Iggy, and the vines took hold of Bo's clothes and tore them away. He gasped, but the mossy collar soon soothed him. Now more vines were around him, encircling his waist, wrists, and ankles. His cock throbbed in the cool breeze, aroused by the things he'd been made to say, but went untouched. The vines lifted Bo from the ground and held him before Iggy. The tree-man admired the view for a moment before turning the bunny around and pulling his legs apart.

Bo felt something warm nuzzling under his tail, then heard Iggy take a deep, shuddering breath.

"Ah, beautiful," said Iggy.

Bo had a moment of lucidity and began to thrash and cry out.

"Bad bunny. Be quiet while I'm enjoying my meal." A vine shoved into Bo's muzzle. It coated his tongue with some sweet, sticky stuff, and when it made its way down his throat, he went limp once more. The vine started to work in and out of his mouth, and Bo began to suck. He didn't know why, but it felt right.

"Much better." The warmth returned to Bo's exposed hole, and now there was--wetness? Strong vines held the bunny tight as Iggy lapped at his tailhole, drawing his tongue all the way up the plump ass before starting again. Bo moaned around the vine and sucked harder. The licks grew faster, and soon Iggy's face was buried, his tongue digging into the tight hole. Bo used what little slack the vines left him to push back, desperate to get that feeling deeper inside him. He moaned louder and sucked still harder as the sap worked on his mind, turning him into an obedient bunny bitch.

While Iggy continued eating the bunny out, smacking his lips and mumbling something about excellent musk, another vine approached. It wrapped around Bo's sac, squeezed tight, and jerked his balls down, eliciting another muffled squeak. His ass clenched, and Iggy probed at it with renewed gusto. Another vine coiled around Bo's shaft and began squeezing and pumping. He moved his hips as best he could, wanting to both grind back into the tongue and thrust into the warm, mossy grip.

The vine in his muzzle sped up, shoving into the bunny's throat. Bo gagged and gasped for breath, but Iggy paid no mind, and soon Bo started to love being used so roughly. As the tree-man licked, and the vines thrust and pumped and pulled, and the bunny writhed in the middle of it all, a familiar tingle began within him. The vine fucking his mouth swelled and throbbed, and Iggy let out a moan. The vine slowed and pulsed, and a thick load of the sweet sap squirted onto Bo's tongue. He couldn't swallow fast enough, and the sticky stuff went flowing out of his mouth and all over him. The sensations overwhelmed him. He shook, then bucked, firing a few spurts of cum onto the mossy floor below. With a last long lick, Iggy was done tasting his new morsel. The vines binding the bunny shifted around him, and Bo was cradled in the strong mass. After all that had happened, the little bunny couldn't keep his eyes open. He yawned and curled up inside the cocoon of vines.

"Sleep well, bunny. There's much to do tomorrow," said the tree. "The others will love you."