Chapter 19: 19. Cottontail (R-18)

19. Cottontail (R-18)

“I’m Alex. What’s your name?” I ask the bunny boy. He’s around 3’ 6”, about a head taller than a Goblin, and totally nude.

Quivering with fear, he looks up at me with two heart-stopping blue eyes. The little bunny has strawberry blond hair, long ears, and tons of cute freckles on his face and shoulders. He has a slender build and a flat chest, but his hips flare into bounteous buttocks that trail into thick thighs. I caught a glimpse of his perfectly fluffy powderpuff tail earlier.

“M-my name is Cottontail. Please, miss, if you’re going to eat me, all I ask is you make it quick.” He interlaces his fingers in his lap and falls to his knees. His furry bunny paws splay behind him while I get a good look at his dick.

It’s three and a half inches long without any sign of pubic hair on his groin. Despite being tiny compared to a human’s, the proportions are reasonable. Double his height, and he’d have a seven-inch cock. If anything, Goblins are the ones with monster dicks; a six-incher on a three-foot humanoid is like a man having a footlong.

That said, to my sensibilities as a Tamer who practiced with giant dildoes as a form of self-defense, his cute wiener looks more like a big clit than a tiny cock. His ball sack is an adorable little purse.

As for what he’s asking, I do intend to ‘eat’ him, so…

“I’m afraid that’s one request I can’t abide.”

Dismissing my summoned crab armor, I loom above the bunny boy in all my naked glory. His little clit goes stiff. He eyes my gravid belly and motherly tits with open lust tempered by fear as his gaze falls on my Wolf Legs.

“Y-y-you’re a wolf. I… I see. At least my life will mean something as nourishment for your brood.”

I quirk my head to the side, then laugh. He furrows his brow in confusion. Grabbing my round tummy in both hands, I step closer and show him my tattoos.

He recoils in fright instead of seeing the humor. “Eep! A l-lady? Y-y-you’re not going to stuff me in there with her, are you?”

I can’t help laughing again. “No, no, no, I don’t do that. She was kind of an accident, I guess? Anyway, I’m not going to hurt you or use you as food. Relax. Is there a safe place nearby we can talk?”

“I-I won’t lead you to the Warren!” I see a spark of defiance in his eyes. “My life is one thing, you can roast me or boil me or eat me alive, but I’ll never let you have mom and sis!”

Never say never, little bunny boy.

“All I’m asking for is a place for us to be alone where the mole-men and harpies won’t intrude.”

He ponders that request for a moment before answering. “There’s a burrow close by. The Fuzzies don’t linger near an attack, so there shouldn’t be anyone to see you… do the deed.”

Is that a euphemism, or does he still think I’m a predator? I mean, I am, just not in a bad way, more like a ‘cougar’ dommy mommy. I’d never touch the preadolescent Fuzzies, and getting his consent should be easy enough once I convince him I’m not really an exotic wolf evolution.

“Lead the way.”

Cottontail climbs to his feet and obediently begins walking. His head is downcast, but his fluffy bunny powderpuff is perky. Interesting. The bunny boy is an odd mix of fear and lust.

My gaze is hypnotized by how his paws act like high heels in the way they naturally lift his buttocks into a firmer and rounder shape when he walks. Seeing the heavy sprinkle of freckles on his bare ass tickles a fetish buried deep in my psyche. And the sway of those hips…

“We’re here.”

There’s a hole in the ground large enough to fit several people but doesn’t lead into a tunnel. Great place to hide when the Harpies fly overhead. He hops inside, and I follow.

It’s cool in here, but not dark. I see Cottontail look at me over his shoulder, expectant, holding his arms as if to comfort himself while he waits for me to bite his succulent rear.

“You didn’t run.” I’m curious to learn about him before we dive in.

He seems surprised and slightly disappointed I’m still asking questions instead of getting it over with. “It feels like my time.”

Hmm. “Let’s unpack that.”

“Unpack?”

“Tell me why you think it’s your ‘time.’ Why did you offer yourself to the mole-men to protect the Fuzzies?”

Cottontail turns to face me with confusion. “I never thought I’d be having this conversation with a wolf… I assumed we all understand how things work by now.”

“I’m human, or I used to be.”

“T-truly? I suppose it doesn’t matter. Predators are all alike… the mole-men, wolves, Harpies, Orcs, Sea Folk, Slimes, even river monsters and the plants in the forest. Often, they rape before eating. I’ve seen it all my life. They know it makes them stronger, doing it that way. Something must be broken in me because I’ve always wanted to be caught like this.”

“You… wish for death?”

“No! No, I don’t want to die. I just get, I don’t know, excited thinking about predators? The thought of powerful monsters grabbing me with their giant hands and forcing me to take their massive cocks makes me hard and want to rut. The stronger the monster, the hotter I get. Always been that way.

“I saw the mole-men about to eat the Fuzzies and decided it wasn’t fair. I’ve lived a long time, for a Bunny, but those kits haven’t even gotten to their first evolution! I wasn’t going to live much longer without becoming corrupted, so I might as well take the plunge if it’d give them a chance to grow up. Maybe the mole-men would at least let me live my perverted fantasy before eating me.

“Then you came and claimed my life! The way you slew those monsters, proving yourself the superior predator…” He gulps and gets a stiffy thinking about it. “I’ve never seen anything so sexy.”

What a sweet little subby boy! Kind and caring; a perfect nanny for my offspring. I’ll be sure to take good care of him~!

Wait—Steady, girl! Don’t get distracted too soon.

“What was that about becoming corrupted?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen it? Mole-men evolve from Mice and Bunnies like me.”

“Huh. Aren’t you a second-tier evolution, like the mole-men, though?”

He nods. “Right. It’s a corruption-type evolution—more like a side-step. There’s nothing I or sis can evolve into that would let us protect ourselves. Everybody knows that. Some of us hate it and will do anything to stop being prey. If we eat one of the Fuzzies… that’s all it takes.”

I was right. Like Fishmen, the only good mole-man is a dead mole-man. Orcs are more about fighting. I know Goblins in town somehow evolve through physical competition. Minotaurs and Wargs must be similar, though I don’t know the details.

The lives of predator and prey, the endless cycle of producing children to be devoured by one’s enemies, the inescapable dread of knowing you’ll one day be eaten by a Harpy, wolf, or something else unless you become a monster yourself… No, I can’t get bogged down thinking about philosophy. I need to do what I can for one little bunny boy first.

“I could protect you.”

“Eh?”

His startled expression is so cute! “Swear to be my prey and mine alone. I’ll be the only one allowed to devour you!”

Cottontail’s little clit is rock hard. “Y-y-you want an exclusive predator-prey relationship?” Then the bunny boy laughs. “That’s the hottest thing I can imagine, but there’s no way it could work! I have to forage on the surface to feed my family. I’ve long since accepted a Harpy will catch me one day.”

He’s right. I can’t guard him all the time. Nor can I move his family to the hut; we won’t make it through the winter without a steady food supply. But maybe there’s another way…

*Breeder Marks – One (Male)!*

Paternal Malleability I (II - 3)

Paternal Customization (3)

Paternal Inheritance I

Paternal Seminal Control

Volume

Qualities

Spawn Attributes

Paternal Seminal Potency

Partner Tracker

Maternal Ovarian Control

Maternity Ward

Maternal Fetus Protection

Maternal Inheritance I

Maternal Fast-Gestation I

Maternal Mammary Control and Potency

Sustenance

Pacification

Allure

If Maternal Control and Potency has it, but Paternal Control doesn’t, then…

*Selected Paternal Seminal Potency!*

*Choose one*

Sustenance

Sperm

Lure

As expected!

*Selected Sustenance!*

“What if I have a way to feed you and your family while you stay inside the Warren? Would you be my prey, then?”

Cottontail covers his mouth with the back of his hand and giggles. “A predator asking permission isn’t sexy, but I’ll overlook it if you prove you can fill my belly without leaving the burrow. Manage that… and I’ll promise to always be your p-prey.”

I hear wedding bells in my mind. I picture Cottontail in a white dress… smiling with those big blue eyes… getting thrown on our bed and lifting his skirt…

Ahem! Less fantasy, more reality!

“You made that sound like a challenge,” I say as I invade his personal space. He has to look between my dangling breasts to see my face when I tower over him. It’s like he can’t decide between gazing into my eyes, like a mouse before a snake, or staring at my bouncy milkers in lustful hunger.

As he said, asking permission isn’t sexy, so I grab him and sit to rest my back against the dirt wall while holding his face to my bosom. His diminutive frame sits on my belly, and his stiffy presses into my sternum.

“Filling your belly is going to be my new favorite pastime.”

While my bust is still firmly in the human realm, to him, they’re mountainous. His hands land on my squishy mounds, tiny fingers sinking deep as he leans back to stare in awe at my rack. Cottontail’s scarlet blushing freckled face is adorable. I grab the bunny boy by the neck and force his mouth to my wet nipple. Instinct and hunger have him latching on in seconds.

I don’t yet have the marks to satiate him this way, but he’s a very small humanoid, including his nethers—I might hurt him if he’s not totally relaxed when I go to use his boy-pussy. My Pacification milk turns him to putty in my hands as his tension drains away. I feel his arms and legs going limp.

Producing milk for my bunny boy has a similar effect on me. I’m aroused by the scene, but the act of nursing him is so peaceful and quietly pleasant that I’m tempted to drift off.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“How are you feeling? Foggy, confused?” I lift his face from my tit to answer. I need to test the side effects of my milk for future reference and consent purposes.

“No… just sleepy. You’re really nice, for a predator. I was expecting a lot rougher treatment. Also, your milk is tasty, but I’m still hungry.”

Great, my breastmilk isn’t mind control, just a soporific. Good for pacifying monsters, relaxing subs, and nothing more nefarious. “That was just foreplay, sweetheart.”

My free hand finds his ass. The two shapely cheeks beneath my exploring fingers are silky smooth, unbearably soft, and delightfully squishy.

“Mmm, that’s more like it,” he comments as my hands claim his flesh for my amusement.

A flex of will and mental tweak of Water Magic produces a stream of fresh, warm liquid from my palm. The flow is fast, but the volume is light, yielding a targeted cleaning spray that feels like a gentle massage. I wash his ass, perineum, and nethers while we cuddle, giving special attention to his rosebud.

“Ahn!” Cottontail buries his head in my chest and squeezes me with his arms as my water stream tenderly presses into his backdoor. His powderpuff tail twitches, his ears flick, and his stiffy rubs harder against me. His cute little aroused noises and needy expressions make me want him all the more.

I cut the flow and grab his waist to reposition him. I have Cottontail straddle my chest with his oversized clit nestled in the cleavage of my breasts with his bubble butt in my face.

“Eh?”

“Just do what comes naturally,” I encourage him as I douse my breasts in Slippery Foam Magic. His spread ass reveals a burgeoning boy-pussy, his clean, hairless pucker pursed and ready for attention. I push my tits together, forming a tunnel around his little member, and lean forward.

I lick my bunny boy from perineum to the base of his tail before tonguing his smooth inner ass cheeks. The intense sensation of my slick tongue on his most sensitive area drives his hips into the soft mounds of my mark-enhanced breasts. As I circle his rosebud, Cottontail starts humping my sudsy tits in earnest.

Like a rabbit in heat, he pounds the warm flesh before him with no regard for endurance. He’s off in his own world of pleasure in moments. Each roll of his hips drives his ass deeper onto my tongue, heightening his bliss in a cycle of ascending carnal gratification.

Cottontail’s pucker pinches my tongue as he tenses, muscles clenching and spasming in climax as he drives himself as hard and fast as his little hips can move into my bosom. His stiffy spurts cream onto my breasts and belly, covering both in white streamers.

I lift him from my chest, pulling his succulent ass from its impalement on my tongue, and sit up. The bunny boy surpasses my expectations by not losing his hard-on for even a moment despite his body still twitching with orgasmic aftershocks. Does he not have a refractory period?

“You made a mess,” I say, gesturing at the cum he sprayed all over my front. “Clean it up.”

“O-okay.”

I grab a fistful of his strawberry blond hair, not hard enough to hurt, just a firm show of strength. “You’re going to call me ‘Mistress’ from now on.”

“Y-yes, M-Mistress Alex.” If anything, his clit stiffy gets even harder.

Like an obedient slave boy, he laps his spilled cream from my tits and tummy. When he has every drop, he kneels before me and opens his mouth wide, tongue lolling out, to show me the cream he’s collected.

“Swallow.”

Cottontail obeys with hearts in his big blue eyes.

*Dominated the Bunny Boy – One Fuzzy Mark!*

*Fuzzy Marks – Three*

Rodent Nose (Bunny, Mole-man)

Rodent Ears (Bunny)

Rodent Stature (Bunny)

Rodent Cock (Bunny)

Bunny Tail

Bunny Legs

Bunny Stamina

Mole-man Earth Magic

Mole-man Claws

Mole-man Summon Shovel

Mole-man Cock

*Spend a Fuzzy Mark to replace Mermaid Ovipositor with Rodent Cock (Bunny) using Paternal Malleability?*

*Spend a Fuzzy Mark to replace Mermaid Ovipositor with Mole-man Cock using Paternal Malleability?*

Two options jump out at me as must-haves.

*Selected Bunny Stamina!*

*Selected Mole-man Cock!*

Now I finally have the tools to show Gabby who’s boss in the bedroom, not to mention properly dom my first prey.

Cottontail stares at my new monstrous rod, cheeks blushing, eyes wide with lust, and bites his lip.

I smile to see we both know where this is going.