{"sf1_id":726432,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Leaps and Bounds (and gagged)","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":1616,"posted_at":"2014-07-05T23:25:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Beatrix Potter","Bestiality","Bondage","Bunny","Hare","Human","Lagomorph","M/M","Oral","Pain","Rabbit","interspecies","size difference"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/726432-leaps-and-bounds-and-gagged","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/726432","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=726432\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#6 of Twisted Tales\n\nWrote this rather quickly, as is my nature. Hopefully there are no glaring errors for you impromptu editors to deal with. Again, here I am messing with your childhoods.","content":"I'm sure a lot of you will remember this opening\nline. Once upon a time there were four\nlittle Rabbits, and their names were --            If you will recall, they\nwere Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They all lived with their Mother in\na sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree. And this is the story\nat hand. The tale of a tail make of fluff and fur and the cute little bunny boy\nit was attached to.            Now, before I go much\nfarther, you have to remember that these were not ordinary rabbits. No,\nordinary rabbits didn't wear clothing or talk. These bunnies were bigger, and\nsmarter, and more intelligent than run of the mill rabbits. Why else would\nsomeone write a story about them if they weren't? So let's keep that in mind and\ncontinue with those parts you're familiar with.\"Now, my dears,\" said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning,\n\"you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's\ngarden: your Father had an accident there. Now run along, and don't get into\nmischief. I am going out.\" Then old\nMrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through the wood to the\nbaker's. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good\nlittle bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries;But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away\nto Mr. McGregor's, and squeezed through the gate!When he got through, he paused, listening. He\ncocked his ears to and fro, trying to pick up the slightest sound. When he was\ncertain he heard nothing, he ambled over to the garden and settled down for a\nnibble. First he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some\nradishes. Then, feeling rather sick (as he forgot he didn't like radishes), he\nwent to look for some parsley.But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should\nhe meet but Mr. McGregor!Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees, but he\njumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, \"Get back here!\"Peter acted most dreadfully frightened; he rushed\nall over the garden, dodging the awkwardly aimed swings with the rake and\nlooking for a suitable place to hide. He lost one of his shoes among the\ncabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.After losing them, he ran on all fours and went faster,\nso that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately\nrun into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket.\nIt was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.Peter gave himself up for lost and shed big tears. A\nfew sparrows flew down to urge him on, but by then Mr. McGregor arrived. He\ncame up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter\nwriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him. The chase was on\nagain!He rushed into the tool shed and jumped into a barrel.\nIt would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much\nwater in it. Mr. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the tool shed,\nperhaps hidden underneath a pile of burlap sacks. He began to turn them over\ncarefully, looking under each.Presently Peter sneezed-- \"Kertyschoo!\" Mr. McGregor\nwas after him in no time at all. With a deft grab he got Peter by the scruff of\nthe neck. He hauled him to a standing position, water dripping, and clamped a\nneck collar on him. \"This time I was prepared for you!\"Peter tried to free himself to no avail. Mr. McGregor\npulled him over to a crate and pushed him down. While he sat on him, the big\nhuman securely tied Peter's paws and feet to eyehooks in the floor. The last to\nbe secured were his big feet, because the last thing he was still wearing was\nhis pants. With an unceremonious yank, his lovely trousers were pulled off and\nflung on the floor.Mr. McGregor stooped in front on him. \"Oh ho little\nbunny! Did you think you'd get away today? I don't think you tried hard enough.\nGood thing for you I happen to like bunnies. But then need a good tenderizing\nbefore they can go into a pie. I guess I should save my wife the trouble!\"He undressed right there in front of Peter. Soon\nthere was a pile of human clothes on the wooden floor, covering up Peter's\nsmall trousers. Worse yet, he was now staring at a sizable cock hanging in\nfront of his face. The human grabbed his ears and pinched. As his ears were\nsensitive, the next instant he yelled in pain.His cries were cut off by something big, hot and\nhard being shoved in his mouth. His eyes watered as the human's cock pressed\ninto his throat. It weighed down his tongue and rubbed the roof of his mouth.\nThe human grabbed his ears again and used them to move his head back and forth.\nAt the same time he ground his hips into his face.\"Little bunny, this is wonderful. I might have to\ntie you up and keep you hidden for times when I need a little fun. The old wife\nisn't what she used to be.\"Peter couldn't answer. His vocal chords were close\nto being assaulted at that moment. The human pounded away for a small eternity\nbefore his finally seemed to be getting ready to finish. He held Peter's head\nstill and using only his own body forced himself into the bunny's mouth like he\nwas pounding nails into a fence post. Tears were streaming down the rabbit's\neyes and onto his cheeks. He would have bitten his lip if he were able.Peter could feel a series of convulsions pass\nthrough the hunk of flesh protruding into his mouth. The next instant he felt\nthe gush of fluid spraying down his throat. He shuddered as the stuff flowed\ninto his stomach. Rabbit's were supposed to be vegetarians!The man pulled his cock out of his mouth and\ngrunted. \"God that was good!\" Peter stared through foggy eyes at the thing. It\nwas still hard, and now it was wet and dripping. The man moved and disappeared\nbehind him.He felt a tug on his tail, strong enough to lift\nhim partway off the crate. He could feel the man drop to his knees, and the\nnext instant Peter felt a stab in his butt. His eye went wide and a shrill yell\nescaped his lips. A big hand clamped over his mouth. \"Shhh! I don't need you\nbringing the missus out. This would be a pain to explain!\"Peter quieted down. What else could he do? The\nhuman had him in his grip and he was sure that he would do what he wanted as\nlong as he could. Peter would be lucky if he survived the day. He went limp in\nthe strong grip and waited for the end to come. It wasn't quick, that was for certain.\nMr. McGregor seemed to delight in his present situation. The crate was creaking\nunder their combined weight. It was creaking in a steady rhythm, as were the\ngrunts the man was making.They were in time to his thrusts; sharp jerky\nmovements at his hips. Peter could feel his ass stretch and his belly seemed to\nbe caught in a whirlpool. At times he felt like his insides were in danger of\ngetting pulled out. He fought weakly against the restraints but they were too\nsecure for such a weak thing like him.McGregor kept it up for a long, long, while. In the\nend (no pun intended) he picked up speed, causing the wood of the crate to\ncrack and groan and splinter. Peter felt much like the wood. The groan that\nescaped his lips was loud enough to be heard all the way to the house. Again, a\nhand came down on his mouth. \"Shhhhh!\" Like he\ncould help it!The man stiffened up as his body poured more fluid\ninto Peter, this time from the other end. Somewhere in the middle all this\nstuff had to eventually meet, thought the rabbit. As the cock withdrew from his\npoor little butt, the rabbit sighed. But now was going to be the part he knew\nhe would hate.Mr. McGregor stood and proceeded to undo the\nrestraints. Peter sat up gingerly and rubbed the circulation back into his paws\nand feet. The man looked down at him with a curious grin.\"You know Peter, you're a sick little bastard, you\nknow that don't you? I mean, I like getting my nuts off and everything, but\nhell, you're a glutton for punishment. Does your mother know where you go when\nshe's gone?\"Peter popped his jaw a moment, getting the joints\nback into place. \"Of course not. She says, \"Stay away from R. McGregor's place.\nShe still thinks you ate dad.\"The man grinned. \"Of course I didn't! He just\nhappened to find a different calling. You'd hardly recognize him in a dress and\nheels!\"            Peter shrugged. \"I suppose\nso. I think I'd like to meet up with him again someday.\"            The man shrugged too. \"That\ncan be arranged. So, I think you had better get going. Help yourself to something\nfrom the garden. And don't forget your clothes. I don't need to try explaining\na random shoe to my wife, and you don't want to have to explain a missing one\nto your mother.\"            Peter nodded.            The man bid him farewell.\n\"So, see you tomorrow?\"            Peter grinned and nodded\neagerly. \"You bet!\""}