Driven

by JellyfishOfLove

Summary

A rabbit visits a unique nightclub, intending to throw herself into the belly of the beast. What will she find inside? Will she make it out unchanged? (Will she make it out at all?)

Originally Published: 2026-04-08 Words: 6,246

Notes

Concept, layout, and tag colors for "The Chase" nightclub based on a design doc by Amadose, used with permission, for a setting inspired by the film Zootopia; all other material is an original creation by the author

WARNING

this story contains depictions of vore, unsafe BDSM practices, questionable consent, sex acts, and implied death, all of which are treated as acceptable within the setting—reader discretion is advised...

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The Chase was alive that night.

Anywhere else in the city, you wouldn't see so many different species intermingling like this. Not these species, anyway.

The scents of a thousand different kinds of sweat had been drawn in by the electronic bass: the light, grassy smell of prey; the pungent bite of reptile; and that other, sharper undercurrent...

From the mezzanine, where club-goers mingled over drinks or caught their second wind, the dancing crowd appeared a roiling sea lit by strobes and lasers.

But the rabbit wasn't watching them.

She leaned against the railing, staring down at a pair of oaken doors leading out of the back of the dance floor. A red neon sign above them said, "The Gullet".

Several prey animals had already gone in through those doors while she was watching. Each time, the bunny's pupils dilated, and her heartrate quickened.

She was holding a small plastic rectangle in one hand. Her thumb worried its surface incessantly, as if she was trying to polish it to a mirror sheen.

It was the same piece of plastic that she had been fussing with all week: hidden inside her purse on the bus, under her desk at work, beneath the sheets in bed...

And now, she had brought it with her here, to The Chase.

More than half of the animals in the club were wearing collars around their necks. Some were flashy; others, subtle. Most were adorned with various tags, decorations, the occasional leash.

The rabbit reached up to touch hers: bare, empty. Just a cheap plastic band, offered by the house to those without.

"Disposable," the rabbit whispered aloud.

The plastic tag snapped readily onto her collar's metal loop. Its flat, black surface melted the flashing club into a blur.

The rabbit took a deep breath and started down the stairs.

A pair of sheep were gossiping near the landing. One of them noticed the passing bunny, said something, and the two watched with fascination as she made her way down and around the edge of the crowd to one of the few animals that wasn't dancing: a rhinoceros dressed for business.

The red light from "The Gullet" emphasized every detail carved into both the wooden door and the rhino's dour expression.

The rhino looked down at her. "Headin' in?"

The rabbit nodded.

"You drink anythin' tonight? Take anything 'recreational'?"

"No." She shook her head, causing the tag on her collar to rattle.

The rhino squinted and then sized her up more closely: a modest blouse, jeans, flats.

"You...meetin' someone?"

"No."

The rhino's frown deepened. He stooped low and furrowed his brows at her. "You do know what that tag means, right?"

"Yes."

The rabbit and the rhinoceros eyed one-another for another beat, then the giant gave a grunt and reached back, pressing the heavy door open a crack.

Beyond the door was a wall of darkness.

The bunny took another steadying breath and went through.

The door thudded shut behind her, extinguishing the bright and the clamor of the dance floor.

The bunny blinked, waiting for her eyes to adjust.

The club track was piped in here as well, through speakers scattered around the floors and ceiling, echoing in strange ways from odd corners.

Hidden green lights with patterned apertures painted the walls with the twisting, verdant shadows of the jungle. The main path was lit only by a broken trail of yellow beams poking down through the gloom.

The rabbit started walking.

Her face was blank, yet the rise and fall of her chest had quickened, her ears bending towards every changing sound.

Numerous shadowy caverns lined the edges of the hallway: spaces where no light could penetrate.

The bunny's ears swiveled towards a clatter ahead—someone was sprinting towards her.

She dove into the shadows and crouched as still as her hyperventilating frame would allow.

A moment later, a pig in a very short skirt ran by with a bright red tag bouncing against her breastbone.

The pig girl stopped under the next beam of light, panting and casting terrified glances in all directions. She spotted the Exit sign over the doors the bunny had just come through, and took off again.

She was only two steps out of the light when a huge patch of stripes detached from the wall and lunged at her.

The pig girl let out an ear-piercing squeal as she was dragged away into the darkness...

The bunny jumped away from a throaty chuckle somewhere behind her. She peered back but couldn't make anything out.

She took a few more steps away.

Back at the hazy edge of a spotlight, the pig was now swaying in the arms of a tiger who towered over her. His open claws were kneading her bare backside while she caressed his solar plexus. One of his paws slowly etched four red lines into one tender pink cheek.

The bunny reminded herself to keep moving.

As she went on, sitting areas began to emerge amid low illumination.

At one table, a trio of deer with matching blue, glow-in-the-dark collar tags were chattering excitedly with a burly-looking alligator.

At another, one bear was telling a story to another: "...and so he's all like, 'Wh...What were her last words?' And I'm like, 'Well, I don't know how to spell it, but it sounded like...BRAAAAP.'"

"Haw haw," the other bear guffawed, "Classic..."

The fashion here ran more exotic than it had on the dance floor—shiny, meshed, or missing altogether—exposing as much bare fur and skin as possible.

One of the deeper alcoves flared with a riot of flashing, varicolored lights.

The rabbit drew closer.

Inside, an ocelot in a metallic bikini lay draped across a velvet couch.

A whole rave of mice was cavorting in front of her pale belly, painting her fur in a bright LED light show.

The ocelot noticed the bunny standing there and smiled at her, raising a brightly-sparkling martini glass in a toast. The liquid sloshed and splashed as a pair of glowstick-wrapped mice copulated with total abandon in the drink.

The bunny looked away with a bright red blush just before the ocelot swallowed...

A little further and the jungle theme faded away entirely, the path opening up into a spacious lounge with stony gray walls lit by sconces.

Dozens of half-height booths encircled a shallow amphitheater. Most of the booths were occupied—predator and prey, mammal and reptile, large and small—drinks and snacks scattered across the tables.

A shifting, ambient glow filled the room: reflections off of the two animals dancing on center stage.

The rabbit stood transfixed, unable to move.

She was a gorgeous antelope: lithe, graceful, wearing only a thin black thong and an ear tag.

And he was the largest python the rabbit had ever seen: a gleaming, winding cord of muscle beneath the stage lights, easily five times the size of the antelope.

The driving electronic rhythms outside were silenced here, replaced by a gentle, haunting melody—a soft synth beat backing feminine vocals—which matched the on-stage atmosphere: a dream-like, improvisational dance of seduction in slow motion...

...the python curls around to the antelope's face; she presses her hand against his snout, pushing him coyly away; the snake circles again, rising from below; the end of his tail winds around her calf, fondling it; her leg gives—he catches her; raises her up again; he glides along her shoulders, against the side of her neck, down, over her exposed breasts—

"Nice show, isn't it?"

Her heart skipped a beat.

The rabbit turned to find a panda in a red cocktail dress smiling down at her.

"Y-yeah," the bunny stammered, "Uh...nice."

—his thick body presses against hers, back to back; she reaches behind, palming his gliding scales—

"Why don't you come up and have a seat?" The panda gently patted the long, empty couch next to her. "They just started warming up. When the show starts, we should have a pretty good view."

The bunny tried but failed to think of a reason not to step into the booth.

She hopped up onto the sofa. The claw marks in the cushions scraped her thighs as she got comfortable.

There was a highball glass on the table filled with something colorful that was giving off a fruity, vegetal aroma cut with strong liquor.

The panda offered her hand. "I'm Zihan."

"...Lili."

Zihan smiled, giving Lili's petite paw a dainty shake.

"I always try to catch their shows whenever I can," the panda said, nodding towards the stage.

Lili could see the panda was wearing a collar as well. It looked expensive. But whatever tags were on it were hidden from Lili's view by the swell of the panda's busom.

"You're new here, aren't you?" Zihan asked.

"Ye-yeah, I, guess so. I-I mean. I've been here. Before. But. You know. Not in here. Heh..."

"Mm hm. First time wearing that?"

Lili touched at her collar, feeling a glint of embarrassment.

"Big step," Zihan praised, flashing a grin. "Who are you with?"

"No, I, umm..." A flash went through Lili's mind that she shouldn't admit that no one was here to protect her. "I-I'm not with anyone..."

"Oh! Oh. Huh..." The panda's smile shrank. She eyed the bunny appraisingly while the latter studied the table's burnished surface.

"Then, hoping to meet someone, I take it?"

Lili wasn't expecting this conversation; hadn't prepared for it. She fidgeted with her hands in her lap. "Wh. Uhh. I just. Wanted t...to find out," she murmured.

"...about 'The Gullet'?"

Lili gave a noncommittal shrug, trying to squash down a rising tide of emotions.

The panda scrutinized her a bit, then tried again, "Hm. I think I understand. Well. What do you think so far? Have you seen anything...'interesting' tonight?"

"Hrmm..." Images from the last ten minutes flashed through Lili's memories, causing her heart to race. "There was this...tiger. Chasing a, pig near the entrance?"

"Oh! Troy and Maggie. They're actually pretty new themselves—you should talk to them if you can catch them when they're not...uhhh...busy. The tiger? Troy? He's a complete sweetheart... Actually, between you and me? He's probably too sweet for that girl... I kind of feel like she might end up chewing him up and spitting him out. Wouldn't that be ironic?" The panda chuckled at her own joke. "But that girl does have one serious prey streak..."

Zihan took a thoughtful sip of her cocktail.

"She might end up bringing him around...or else she'll trade up. That happens all the time, here."

Lili gave the panda a quizzical look.

Zihan gestured with her drink towards a corner booth where an immense, shirtless hippo was curling his fingers through the hair of a pony sprawled across his vast belly.

Lili quickly changed the subject. "Do you, uh... Do you know everybody here?"

Zihan snorted, then covered her mouth in shame. "Oh. I'm sorry. That was very rude of me. No, no, I don't. I mostly get to know the regulars, you know. The staff, the 'talent'... Troy and Maggie are the sociable types. But generally, preds? They like to hunt. Wander. Roam about. And prey, they're always coming and going. Sometimes they stick around for a while; you get to recognize them when they do. But the ones wearing tags like yours?" She pointed at Lili's throat. "Theyyy tend not to stay 'regulars' for very long, if you know what I mean?"

The strap tightened around Lili's neck as she swallowed. She wrapped her shaking arms around herself.

Zihan looked confused again.

The couch cushions creaked as the giant panda leaned over the miniscule bunny, who tried to make herself even smaller.

Zihan smiled: "You know, you don't need to be so nervous, Lili. Believe me. I understand. I remember my first time coming in here. One of my girl friends, this woodchuck? She invited me along. Hah. As muscle, I guess. We were so shocked by everything, we didn't know what to do with ourselves. Her especially. But you know? Once you get used to it? It just feels...natural. We loved it so much, we kept coming back here. The energy, the vibes... The people. We're all here for the same reason. And it's safe. As safe as you want it to be... If you want to enjoy the experience, you need to relax. Just a little. Take it as it comes; don't worry so much. You're going to have a good time..."

Lili felt the tension fade in spite of herself. She nodded. "Thanks."

The bunny took a few deep gulps of air to regain her composure.

"So where's she? Your, uh. Your woodchuck friend?"

The panda scratched the side of the head deliberatively, then turned back to Lili with a conspiratorial grin.

Zihan opened her mouth wide and, very slowly, ran her lengthy pink tongue along her fangs.

Lili's heart flip-flopped.

"She really...loved it here," said Zihan with a wink of innuendo before settling back into the cushions again.

Lili couldn't muster a coherent thought, so she turned her attention to the floor show. It didn't help.

—the snake winds around the antelope's neck; she feigns trying to twist out of his grasp before curling deeper into it, wrapping herself in his curves...

"So," Zihan went on, casting a furtive glance over Lili's shoulder, "You're flying solo tonight... Troy's taken. Anyone else here catch your interest? Anyone you'rrre... In. To?"

"No, I-uhh... I-I don't know...about. That."

—the antelope sways back, holding the python's trunk-like neck for balance; he swings her weight around effortlessly into his waiting coils; she is gently lowered into a recline; the gazelle's head lolls, following the bend of his body, meeting him nose-to-nose, both their heads swaying to the beat; she reaches up, her fingers cascading wantonly across the scales of his neck—

"You know," Zihan said in a low voice, "If you would like to meet him after the show...I'd be more than happy to introduce you?"

"Oh! N-no! That's. Okay. Really! Hehe!" An unexpected giggle popped out of someplace inside her. She could feel herself blushing again.

"Okay, okay. It's just, well. I mean. You've barely taken your eyes off him since you walked in the room... Though, he does have that effect on people..."

Lili had been trying to contain herself, but the sensations being stirred up by the situation and Zihan's talk were becoming impossible to ignore.

Most of all it was that smell. Lili had never smelled snake before, at least not like this. The scent wafting offstage was overpowering; it sliced into the primordial parts of her brain like pure adrenaline. Watching the way his sinuous form moved only made it worse...

"He has a lot of experience," Zihan teased, "The ladies always have a fun time with him, or so I'm told. And I know for a fact that he likes...bunnieeees..."

Lili chewed her lip. Now her shoulders were shaking too. She forced her head to turn from side to side.

Zihan shrugged. "Wellll, if you ever change your mind... Hm? Wonder if I still have the number for the guy that my friend went with... He used to come on weekends, but I don't think he's—Oh! Oh oh oh oh!" Zihan quickly set her drink down and focused in on the stage. "Oh, here they go. Lili, you do not want to want to miss this."

Lili perked up, following Zihan's gaze.

Something in the performance had changed while they were talking.

For a while, the backing track had been slowly building, the dancers matching it, their movements becoming faster, more aggressive. But now all that had stopped.

The synchronized spotlights were locked into a single, glowing cone over the performers.

The antelope wasn't dancing.

She stood rooted in place, arms held awkwardly against her frame, while the python slowly, deliberately, circled around her.

Squinting, Lili could barely see the python's mouth moving, whispering to the antelope as he slithered by.

Occasionally, he dipped closer, every minor brush of his scales setting the antelope's lithe muscles trembling with fear.

Lili turned to Zihan. "Wh. Uhh," she stammered, "What are th... What are they going to do?"

Zihan flashed a wicked grin Lili's way, pressing a finger over her lips.

They both turned back to the stage.

The instrumentals elongated into resonating sustains. The vocalist's plaintive wails began to rise, and so did the anaconda onstage, his immense girth extending upwards, high, high above the wobbly antelope's head, his shadow under the spotlights engulfing her completely.

Lili's pupils were like huge black mirrors. Her heart pounded painfully in her breast. She slid closer in her seat.

Silence filled the lounge.

The python let out a loud, echoing hiss as his jaws yawned cavernously wide, revealing pillows of glistening red flesh within.

Lili held her breath.

The snake...lunged—

Blackness.

Silence.

BOOM!

Lili jerked and prey shrieked as the lights burst with a crash of synth and thunder peals.

BOOM!

A flash: shining scales, flailing limbs...

BOOM!

An explosion of industrial stabs joined harsh strobes, met by the audience's howls, whistles, and jeers.

Beneath simulated bursts of lightning, a sculpture of undulating flesh turned slowly on stage: a thick knot of gleaming, obsidian coils held the antelope's face stretched helplessly heavenward, gasping for air, her jutting hands and leg twitching spasmodically as the knot flexed and rippled. A flashing backdrop of black trees cast them in the state of nature...

"Constrictors," Zihan mused with a husky tone, "They really are something..." She stroked the condensation on her glass while she watched the scene play out. "Snakes can get, ah...excitable. But he is very, very good... Every time I watch them, I always wonder if tonight will be the night? If this is will be their last show..."

"Wh- W-why? Why would they want that?" The buzz in Lili's body seized control of her mouth. "Why would they do that?"

Zihan glanced at Lili. "I think you know exactly why. Look at her..."

In a cut in the beat, the black coils loosened, and the antelope's ragged inhale resounded through the room; then came the drop, and her pleasured moan, as the breath was compressed out of her...

Lili couldn't deny the ecstasy on the antelope's face.

"It's where she needs to be," the panda explained. "She knows it's where she belongs... Where you belong too, maybe."

Lili regarded Zihan with a shocked expression, but the panda was completely enraptured by the spectacle. Her crossed white thighs clenched and unclenched rhythmically under her dress.

"Is there a, um. A bathroom? Around here?"

Zihan pulled her attention away and took another thoughtful sip. "Mmm... Do you see the caves? Back that way?" She pointed over her shoulder towards a roundish, rough-hewn opening in the wall. "Go through there. Hang a right. Then another right... You should be able to, ah, find what you're looking for..."

"Thanks!" Lili bounded out of her seat and started for the back of the lounge. Her jelly legs stumbled over the first step and she turned back awkwardly towards the panda. "Uh-uh... N-nice to meet you!"

Zihan smiled watching the rabbit stagger away.

"Sweet girl. Just needs a little nudge."

The passageway that Zihan indicated led to a series of orange-and-tan caverns with rough-hewn walls and floors made to resemble sandstone.

The main path was much brighter than the "jungle" had been, though many side-routes were closed, curtained off, or trailed away into more impenetrable darkness.

Lili hurried along, nervously stroking at the tag on her collar, trying to suppress the tingles that every touch sent arcing through her fingers to her loins.

She sucked in deeply, held it, and sighed back out, forcing her emotions back down where they should be.

She passed a tall, lanky canine heading the other way. He was hefting an otter in bondage straps over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

She only caught piece of what the larger pred was saying to the smaller: "—and the last thing you'll hear is your wife begging me to—"

The purple-tagged otter began squeaking and blushing. Lili tried to ignore that too.

After the second turn, she found herself in another, smaller lounge with a scattering of empty booths and more dimly-lit alcoves.

A door on the far wall read, "Restrooms".

The lounge wasn't completely vacant. In a nook opposite the restroom door sat a tremendously large wolf in a suit. His arms were draped over two elegantly-dressed deer: one holding a tumbler and a bottle of scotch; the other massaging his plump gut.

A muscle-bound security horse stood next to the booth, arms crossed, face forward.

The wolf's head raised when Lili rounded the corner, but then fell back to the cell phone glowing in his paw.

The bunny sighed again.

Her stupid experiment was over.

She would just take the dumb tag off and go home.

Nothing had touched her.

There was nothing inside her to be touched...

She weaved through the booths making her way to the toilets, passing tabletops and seat backs cut and patterned to resemble stone.

The closer she got, the more an odd smell began to register in her awareness: heavy, sweet, savory... Not unpleasant, but rich.

She was so focused—on the tag, her doubts, the bathroom, the smell—that she didn't even notice until she was standing a few steps away from them.

Lili glanced over and froze.

Bunny.

A naked bunny.

Splayed across a table.

Latex-hooded head slung back.

Mouth open, panting.

A jet black tag hanging from her nape.

And wolves.

Lili backed away slowly towards the bathroom door.

The pack's suits were as disheveled as their fur: loosened ties, dark stains, an overwhelming musk.

The bunny's fur was streaked with dark syrup dotted by bits of rice and fish, and the wolves were ravaging her for every last bit of it; their salivating muzzles licked and chewed at the savory brown lines on her exposed body, their teeth teasing tiny squeaks and yelps from her inverted muzzle.

One of them was laid fully on his side with the bunny's slender left arm slid elbow-deep down his throat, savoring her sticky-sweet bicep like candy.

Another gripped a half-empty mug with one hand, the bunny's squirming leg with the other, his tongue worming between her toes.

Others slobbered over whatever parts of her were closest or were leaned back, chatting and stroking their bulges through their pants.

All but one.

Slouched at the foot of the table, he was positioned directly between the bunny's spread legs. He stared openly at the girl's exposed cleft, taking occasional swigs from his beer, a soaked patch marking the peak in his trousers.

As Lili stood there, trying to comprehend what she was seeing, the severe-looking wolf cracked his neck and tossed his empty bottle onto the cushions. "You know," he announced with a growl, "This part right here...looks delicious..."

He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled across the table towards the bunny...

With one hand, he reached out and pressed the tips of his claws against her inner thigh; a tremor shot through her slender body.

As his paw traced higher, the bunny's gasps became rushed. "Nn-no. No-no-no-no-no..." She shook her head, causing the black tag on her nape to jangle mockingly.

She tried to bring her knees together, but wolves to either side quickly snatched at her limbs, laughing as they yanked her legs and arms apart.

The great beast's head descended between the bunny's legs. His large black nose sniffed at her flower.

One moment, his slavering jaws were opening wide; the next, her entire pelvis disappeared inside, his fangs seizing on her tender belly.

The bunny shrieked and writhed as the wolf's thick red tongue began to slick her dripping mound.

Her captors cackled and howled at her struggles.

Lili's nipples stiffened against the fabric of her blouse.

She stood, completely paralyzed, watching the other bunny get mauled, only obliquely aware of the animals that were passing by on their way to the toilets. Not one of them acknowledged Lili or the carnal scene on display.

The bound rabbit's breasts quivered in the cool air, chest heaving with incoherent sputterings: "Guh... ha ha ha- HNG! MNNG! Naahah! AH! Nah! Hahn, hahn, hahn...nnnnng...."

The bunny's voice caught; her skinny frame tightened.

All at once, her back arched up off the table, trailing tangy brown threads, as she thrust herself as deeply into the wolf's mouth as her bonds would allow.

Her collar dug redly into her throat. Her every muscle shook with the tension of a long, airless scream.

After an interminable agony, the bunny's muscles slackened, and she plopped back down into the sauce on the table. With the pressure off her throat, a lengthy, guttural sound escaped her body that Lili had never heard any rabbit make before; it reverberated deep in the cold recesses of Lili's gut, and lower still.

While the bunny lay panting, the wolf climbed back up from between her twitching legs, leaving behind a semi-circle of red dashes burning across her white belly fur.

He ran his tongue all over his lips and paws. "Mmmmm... Now that is tasty... You two should try some."

The wolf stepped back onto the couch cushions and clapped the shoulders of his packmates that were holding the bunny's legs. They lunged in towards her tender folds.

The cum-sensitive bunny's whole body spasmed. "NOOOOOH!" She shrieked and laughed. "AHHAh! Nn-Nahhhh NooooOOOOHHH! AHH! Hah! Hiieeee! EEEEEEK!"

Her tired thighs squeezed ineffectually against those burrowing muzzles. A pair of tails wagged in delight beyond her wriggling toes.

From wherever Lili was standing, in the depths of her thoughts, she became suddenly aware that she was being watched.

The wolf that had just eaten the bunny out was staring at her.

At her collar.

His tongue slopped over his lips again as he walked around his friends and stepped out of the booth.

Lili's knees went weak.

He stopped next to the bound rabbit's head.

Without breaking eye-contact with Lili, the wolf reached down and stroked the rabbit's rubber-sealed cheek.

"How about I give you a taste," said the wolf, to both of them, "Of where you're going to end up tonight?"

The wolf turned away from Lili and squatted low. His thick tongue probed at the bunny's inverted lips.

The bunny's tiny muzzle opened wider, inviting him in without a word.

As the wolf's lengthy tongue poured deep into her throat, he kept drawing the bunny's head deeper into his own mouth, muzzle, face, and ears all vanishing, until his lips and fangs were sealed tight around her neck.

The bunny's flailing instantly became panicked, her screams muffled and choked. She reached back with her free hand and smacked twice against the wolf's neck, burying her fingers in his thick scruff and tugging at it.

The wolf wore an expression of grim amusement as the bunny's cries only echoed deeper into his stomach. His left eye peered back at Lili, and he let out a throaty growl that made the bunny struggle even harder.

After a fully minute, her movements started to weaken. The hand in his fur lost its grip and slipped away.

A moment after that, her hips abruptly twisted to one side and her thighs clenched as she came a second time, voicing a pathetic groan into the wolf's throat that no one in the room would mistake...

Her legs went limp. The pair of wolves between them lapped greedily at her spilling nectar; she was too weak to fight them anymore.

Finally, the wolf broke their kiss with a loud "schlorp" and dragged his sleeve across his lips as he stood back up.

The bunny retched and wheezed for air.

Her latex mask was streaked with strands of souring beer, saliva, and her own cum.

A radiant smile glowed on her inverted lips.

The bathroom door banged shut.

Lili's diminutive feet scrabbled across the tiles towards the tiered rows of sinks.

She turned on the closest faucet and focused on the sound of the rushing water, willing her heaving breaths and pounding chest to slow, fighting against the industrial baselines that thumped dully through the walls.

Lili looked down at herself, hooking one shaky thumb into her waistband and drawing it back.

Her underwear peeled away sticky from her matted fur, releasing a pungent waft of sex. The stain had spread nearly up to the elastic.

"Fffuck..."

The black tag on her collar tapped against her chin in time with her panting.

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.

Her reflection was smiling.

Lili reached up and touched the corners of her own mouth to be sure.

Her hand drifted lower to hold the small black rectangle dangling at her throat.

This worthless rectangle of plastic was the only difference between her leaving this place and being

devoured.

"Hmn!" Her legs buckled, but she caught herself.

Lili fumbled with the tag's clasp and her own trembling fingers.

The metal popped loose and she clapped it onto the cold, scratched porcelain.

She forced her lungs to slow.

The storm inside her began to calm, her emotions sinking back down where they belonged. Hidden. Buried.

But some stray ember inside her continued to burn.

What was this feeling? Why was it always so hard for her to know?

As she observed the tag lying motionless, inert, the ember flared hotter.

Lili closed her eyes and imagined those wolves, undoubtedly waiting for her on the other side of the bathroom door; a jolt surged up from the tip of her tail.

Hands grabbing her...taking her...undressing her...making her theirs... Their tongues...

"Teeth," she whispered. Another jolt.

Lili's tiny claws bit into the sides of her neck. Teeth. She raked them lower, combing over her quavering breasts, down to her belly, down to—

"Awww," a deep voice behind her purred, "You already took it off?"

Icy concrete flooded into Lili's arms and legs.

How long had he been standing behind her?

The scratches in the sink deepened as a thick arm of sinewy muscle and black fur reached past her face and squeaked the faucet off. With one sharp claw, he plucked the tag's ring and lifted it up daintily.

Lili shivered.

"I've been following you, little bunny. Since you first came in tonight. Stalking you..."

His paw was enormous. Her whole head would disappear inside that paw...

"Did you not find what you were looking for? That why you took this off?"

The plastic rectangle jounced on the end of his claw, and Lili's heart jumped too.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself back in the lounge? Watching that big snake ssssqueeeeze the life out of some girl?"

Lili's cheeks burned brightly.

"And those wolves outside, eating that poor bunny alive? The look on your face...hoo... I've seen that look on prey before... You wanted to join her, didn't you?"

Lili sucked in a breath that came out shaky and wordless.

"I'm sure they'd take you. In a heartbeat. If that's what you want... Then again, maybe you just had enough for one night? That's fine too. Tag's off. Door's over there. You're home free. You can walk out of here, and no one will bother you..."

Lili felt his gaze turn, but she didn't follow it. She couldn't.

She stared at her own hazy reflection in the tag's surface; at that paw; at those claws...

A grin crept his voice as he went on. "Yeah... Didn't think so."

The black tag dropped with a clatter into the basin; her stomach dropped along it.

"A bunny who looks like that? Deep down, she knows what she wants... Maybe she just isn't sure how to ask for it? Or maybe...she's afraid how far she'll go when she gets it?"

Lili jerked stiffly as that massive hand suddenly clamped onto the edge of the sink.

The plumbing let out a distressing creak as the predator's considerable mass shifted behind her.

Loud snuffling sounds arose from between Lili's legs, hot puffs teasing the fur under her tail. She screwed her lips tight around a scream as something cold touched the backs of her thighs.

Her every hair felt electric.

"Yeahhh... At least your body's honest," he said, slowly rising again. "You want it bad, little doe..."

Lili squeezed her eyes shut, shivering.

"You know, us preds can smell your...condition. Walking around, smelling like that, with a black tag on? Shit, you might as well have been shouting at us..."

Hot, wet breath poured into her ear.

"'Take me.'"

"'Use me.'"

"'Fuck me.'"

"'Eat... Me...'"

"Haaahn," Lily mewled, trying in vain to not hear the sound of him licking his lips.

"Heh. Alright then... Here's what's going to happen, bunny rabbit. You...are going to put that tag back on. You're going to walk out of this bathroom wearing it. So that everyone can see you... And then we're going to get in my car. And we're going back to my place... And then?"

He nuzzled the edge of her ear, and Lili struggled not to cry out.

"Then, I am going to fuck you, little rabbit."

Heat was pouring off his heavy build in waves against her backside.

"I'm going to fuck you the way predators fuck. And when I'm done? You're going to want more. And I'm going to take more. I'm going to take you, again and again and again..."

Lili's tail would not stop flicking.

"And once you're finally...spent...run down...helpless...stinking of pred... I'm going to eat you. Swallow you. Allll the way down. No coming back... And you... Are going to love. Every. Last. Second of it."

Her head was swimming in a cloud of sweat and fur and sex fed on protein. On women. On rabbits.

"Heh... Actually...you look like you can barely stand... And chasing after you has gotten me kinda hungry... So maybe we forget the tag. No car, no bedroom for you tonight. Maybe I'll just have you right here. A sorry little bunny, caught all alone... Taken by a dangerous pred in a filthy bathroom stall..."

He pressed his muzzle against her cheek; Lili hissed through her teeth.

"No one will ever know how it ended for you. How badly you wanted it... How you begged me to do it..."

She pressed back into him, feeling his heat, his desire, his jaw against her face.

"I don't really care where it happens. But I am going to have you, prey. Tonight. If you want to try and run first...I'll chase you. Hide? ...I will catch you. But you're going to have to say it first, little bunny... 'Yes.' Just that. It will be the last word you ever speak, moan, or beg... Do it. Jussst. Saaay." His fangs grazed her cheek, "Yesss..."

Something had its grip on her now and wouldn't let go.

She could feel everything. Could feel her own heartbeat throbbing to the tips of her ears, her womb gnawing at her to be filled. Could feel the tears choking her as those feelings deep inside erupted, struggling for a voice. For a word.

One word. Just one word and she would be gone...

Just one word...

"Nnnnhhhhhnnn... Huhh... Y... Hah... Hahhh... Hahhh... Hahhh... Ye-"

A toilet flushed behind them.

In that one startled second, the tension toppled over, spilled out, flowed away...

A growl tickled the velvet in Lili's ears. "Damn... Well there goes the moment... Oh well... Here—"

Lili's spine straightened as a thick finger slid down her ass and into her back pocket.

"My number. Text me some time, and I'll come catch you... Bunny rabbit. Oh, and, uh..." He pressed his nose into her ear and whispered, "Don't forget to wash your hands after you're done...heh..."

Footsteps receded towards the door. There was a brief gust of chatter and club music, then Lili twitched as the door banged shut again.

Somewhere behind her, a stall door creaked open and a giraffe stepped out, gushing into her cellphone, "I know! Right?"

The giraffe rinsed her hooves in a high-set sink, laughing at the tinny voice on the other end, stepping around Lili without even noticing her.

The bathroom door opened and closed a second time.

Lili collapsed to her knees on the cold tile, bracing herself with one arm hooked over the sink's edge. Her thoughts swirled with a sudden rush of oxygen.

"Ff!"

Her right hand bolted for the snaps on her trousers, ripping them loose and diving between her legs.

"Ngh... FUCK!"

Her touch sent spasms rippling through her.

"MNNNNG. FFFAH-ah!"

She rubbed furiously, fist cramping as it fought against the tight fabric.

One leg shot out from under her, bringing her tumbling to her side along with another flood of release, shoulders clenched in, body doubled over.

Pain throbbed where her thighs were crushing her palm, but even that felt incredible.

Finally, the pleasure let go of her, and Lili slumped against the cold floor.

"Hahhh... hahhh... hahhh... whh... hnhhh..."

Her hand slithered out of her waistband, sore and damp.

From where she lay, level with the mouse-height sinks, she could see that someone had gratified above them, in pred-sized letters, "FOOD WASHING STATION".

The throbbing in her loins pulsed again. Deeply. Primally. Deliciously.

"...Yes..."

Afterword

End Notes

THANK YOU FOR READING!

This was my first erotic short story, and also the first piece of fiction that I've written in a VERY long time.

I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it!

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I'd like to give a HUGE shout out to Amadose, whose concept for "The Chase" got stuck in my brain and became a lightning rod for a bunch of ideas a few weeks back; they graciously allowed me use their setting for this story, and their ongoing Zootopia cuck and vore series are among my all-time favorite erotic comics—go check them out if you haven't already!

Also, shout out to RubberAnimations who opened my eyes to the twin joys of breathplay and rabbits wrapped in latex. That bunny on the slab back in the cave is (well, probably by now, "was") a loving homage to their their fantastic kink animations.

Additional thanks to BeatDSM on YouTube for their BDSM club playlists, which were perfect for getting into the headspace while writing through my first couple drafts. (Their artist attributions could use a little work, though...)

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While working on this, my creative juices REALLY got flowing, and I ended up with a massive surplus of additional ideas, including:

* some value study art for this story

* setting-adjacent/expanding concepts

* a whole big stack of Chase club event posters, advertisements, and graffiti

* a loose concept for a direct sequel

* and two VERY STRONG ideas for spin-offs:

One following the further adventures of that little otter on the coyote's shoulder. I suspect he's going to end up going down someone's hatch sooner rather than later... (This story would be much more pred- (and cuck-)focused, with an Amadose-inspired split good/bad ending options.)

And another following an exciting exhibition(?) scene(?) sporting event(?) focused on very small competitors and hosted in the deepest bowels of The Chase...

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This ended up being an unexpectedly therapeutic project for me, as well as educational re: drafting, process, and keeping myself engaged from start to finish.

Did I go a little crazy with the style emphasis? Yes.

Did I regret wrapping all my intended style in [brackets] because I was worried the formatting wouldn't copy over? Also yes.

(What can I say? I just love the nuances that spoken dialog brings...)

I'm excited to hop back in the saddle and start working on some of the ideas above, but I think I need to give my nervous system a bit of a rest first—I'm pretty sure I wrung my adrenal glands dry working on this...

So, until next time!

EDIT: as of 4/9/2026 I ended up doing one more edit pass for flow and diction. Hopefully it reads a little better now, esp. in the beginning and middle. (It's amazing how making a story available to the public causes all those little errors to really sparkle, huh?)