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The scent of prey was in the air. Wafting gently along the forest breeze, he could almost taste the brilliant white fur, blood pumping beneath it, so tantalizing was the smell. He had waited patiently for almost an hour now, simmering in the tall grass, tail flicking back and forth in anticipation, running his tongue along his razor teeth. He could feel a grumble low in his body, tingles settling on his skin, beneath his fur. And now, the wait was nearly over.
From between the blades of grass, a small rabbit royally bedecked in an embroidered waistcoat and well-fitted jacket, sniffed the air just outside his home in the ground. He paused, twitched his whiskers. Perhaps he could sense his death on the wind, perhaps the flowers simply smelled extra lovely today. Regardless, the white rabbit emerged cautiously into the open air, breathing in deeply, seeming to relish the sunshine and the bees bumbling placidly on the daisies nearby. He dipped a small paw into his pocket and pulled out a pocket watch. Whatever time it was, it was clearly far too–
“Late!! I’m late I’m late I’m late!” he cried. And with that, took off in the direction of the forest at a breakneck (but surprisingly elegant) speed.
Tony had anticipated this. A tiger doesn’t earn his stripes without knowing his prey very, very well. No sooner had long foot hit the ground running, did Tony break through the foliage in one powerful leap and take off after his small white rabbit. The rabbit glanced behind him, saw the enormous gold and black-striped body and squeaked, running even faster. Fortunately for Tony, he also continued to cry out “I’m late!” (just at a higher pitch), making an already easy target even more so. Thus emboldened by the prospect of sure success, Tony made a final leap off an oncoming rock, launching into the air with Herculean power and grace. He glided to a stop, one enormous paw landing softly but jail-like on the small, white rabbit.
The two creatures, one diminutive, high strung, and tender, the other sinewy, enormous, and rock hard, panted heavily. Their breathing, hard and fast, synchronized as they looked at one another. Despite the rabbit’s fear and the tiger’s hunger, somehow, they could not tear their gazes from the other. The sense of danger was no less electric between the two of them, but instead of a bone-crunching fear of death and mauling there was… a different hunger, a different electricity, a different fear. None of which were unpleasant or even unwelcome sensations, much to both of their surprise.
The white rabbit, initially so tense and shivering beneath the leathery pads of the tiger, began to ease into it. The downward pressure was… comforting, and as he felt his delicate fur begin to rest against the sharp knife edges of the claws around his throat, he found that instead of pure, survival-instinct dread, he felt alive. The danger was exciting, nor horrifying. Before he could fully process what was happening to his body, he felt another pressure in his small furry nether regions. No, the danger wasn’t inducing horror, it was arousing.
Tony held his gaze on this rabbit, his supposed lunch, and watched as the rabbit’s eyes widened, glazed over, and then renewed their focus on him but with a new, hazy, dreamlike quality to the stare. He felt the rabbit’s small body tense, then the rigidity flow out of his tiny shoulders like sand at a low tide. Then, oddly enough, a small nut-sized lump hardened under his paw. Realizing what the sudden protrusion might be, Tony’s eyes widened. The growling he’d felt low in his body only minutes ago traveled lower, and lower, until, to his surprise, felt a cockstand rise higher and higher. This rabbit was his, and his alone. Tony began to grin, slowly, so he could feel each fang come alive as the spring air hit the enamel. The rabbit beneath his paw trembled, his breath caught, and the hard nubbin trapped beneath pads of leather quivered happily.
Tony drawled lazily, “And where are you off to, my small furry friend?”
The rabbit gulped. “My name is… uh… N-Nivens. If you’d be so kind a-as t-to r-r-release me, I’d be e-ever so–”
Tony pressed harder. Not too much, but just enough, he sensed. He felt the rabbit’s–Niven’s–chest rise and fall more quickly than before. He growled, “I didn’t ask you what your name was,” he leaned down, close enough to breathe on Niven. “I asked you, where are you off to?” He could feel Niven’s heart beat nearly as fast as a hummingbird’s, his own heartbeat not far behind.
“I-I-I-I’m late! So v-very late! She’ll have my h-h-head!” The tiger raised one striped brow, amused, and Niven felt the delicious sharpness of his claw tighten near his neck. “I’mgoingtotheQueen!” he squeaked, the sentence tumbling out of him as if it were one word.
Seeing this quivering rabbit, his quick little breaths, his hardness beneath his paw, the submissive, wide brown eyes that told Tony I am yours, completely, made him nearly cum, then and there. He steeled himself, unwilling to let this moment, this oh-so-late rabbit, escape his clutches.
“Ahhhh, I see. Well, in my opinion, if you’re already late, a few extra minutes couldn’t hurt, now could it?”
Nivens shook his head. Tony’s lips curled into a wide smile.
“Good little rabbit. Now, if I let you go, will you stay with me? I do promise not to make you my lunch.”
Despite years of running and hiding away from large predators like these, something in Nivens, something hidden away in the darkest corner of his heart, began to glow as he looked upon this gentle monster. Although his primal instincts told him to run far, far away as fast as he could… he nodded. He would stay.
A similarly dark and neglected corner of Tony’s heart chimed in unison with Nivens’. He would stay. Even if he was afraid, he would stay. He let up the pressure on the small white body beneath him, and saw the unintended disappointment shadowed in Nivens’ eyes. Emboldened, he growled, “Did you like that, rabbit?”
Nivens nodded shyly.
“Do you want me to tell you what to do, rrrrrrrabbit? To take away your worries about time and lateness?”
Now he nodded enthusiastically.
“Then come here, little bunny,” he demanded, sitting back on his haunches. He gestured toward his enormous, throbbing member. Smirking, he ordered, “Suck me off, rabbit. Or I’ll bite your head off.”
Seemingly nonplussed by the oddly similar phrase to the one the Queen used, Nivens eagerly took Tony’s cock in his little paws and began to stroke, tilting his rich chocolate eyes up to look at Tony, who shuddered as he felt the silken touch down below. He’d never felt such a strong sensation from something so soft, so small. It was… bliss. Even more so, as he felt the delicate little bunny tongue begin to lick the length of his shaft, up and down, before Nivens took the whole of him into his mouth.
Nivens choked at first. It had been a long time since he’d deep throated a carrot, those solitary, wishful teenage nights long behind him. But old habits die hard, and soon enough he was sucking and licking and caressing and biting and shoving Tony’s massive cock into a pit of pure pleasure. He felt a pinch on his cotton-ball tail, and felt Tony’s paw come up behind him. His fur bristled in ecstasy as he felt the sharp scratch of Tony’s claw down the length of his spine. The sharpness receded suddenly, and he felt the tiger’s claws retract. The leathery fingers stroked his asshole, circling around the entrance. When he came up for air, he saw Tony lick a finger and bring it back down to the tender pucker under Nivens’ fluffy tail and gently demand entrance. Slick with the tiger’s saliva, the digit slid in with little resistance. Nivens had never felt something like this before. It was so…. Big.. Bigger than any carrot he’d plundered to satisfy himself in long months of lonely nights. He felt at first like he might break. But as Tony slid in and out of his asshole, the pressure built, and the muscles tightened ecstatically around him.
Tony bit back a growl. Seeing his small prey filled with him from both ends, feeling the fluff of his tail bounce atop the hand inside as everything tightened and ebbed and flowed, was pure ecstasy. He’d never felt anything like this before in his life, and wasn’t about to stop now. He grabbed Nivens around the stomach with his free hand, other still up the bunny’s ass, still sliding in and out, agonizingly slowly. They stared each other in the eyes, Nivens’ mouth open and drooling a little.
“You like that, didn’t you, you little whore?”
Nivens nodded. He had liked that very much indeed. Tony slid a finger further up his ass, circling the inside of his pucker with pleasant pressure. When he found the soft, spongy part near the back, Nivens went limp in his grasp, his breath coming out in quick little pants.
“Mmmm yes you’re so tight. So small,” he growled as he kept thrusting, a little faster each time. Tony whispered into one of Nivens’ tall ears, “I could break you in two, little rabbit. I think I might like a bribe to keep you safe.”
Nivens replied, “Anything, sir. I’ll do a-a-anything, just p-please d-don’t–” he sucked in a breath as Tony circled around his bunny balls once more. “P-p-please d-don’t stop!”
Tony could feel the pressure mounting in his own balls, nearly unbearable now. His cock throbbed, so tightly wound he felt he would soon burst. He took his finger out of Nivens’ ass and stroked a single claw along the rabbit’s fur. Nivens shuddered in pleasure.
“Anything, you say?” Tony’s voice a low rumble.
“Yes, a-anything!” Nivens moaned. Tony chuckled. He grabbed Nivens and brought him low, near his cock. He wrapped a paw around both of his ears and yanked Nivens’ head back, forcing the rabbit to look deep into Tony’s golden eyes. Tony leaned down and whispered, “I want you to ride my cock. I want you to feel me filling up every inch of you,” Tony dropped his growl to a nearly inaudible, guttural rumble and squeezed Nivens’ body a little harder, adding extra, carefully calculated pressure just under his throat. “And I want you to cum on time, with me.
“Can you do that, rrrrrabbit?”
Nivens moaned again, longingly. “Yes sir–anything sir–I w-w-want to feel you–j-just p-please–your c-c-cock…”
And with that Tony lowered the moaning rabbit onto the tip of his hardness, carefully watching Nivens’ eyes for any sign of unusual pain. Seeing this, Nivens’ nodded reassuringly–he’d taken last year’s first place largest carrot fully into his ass. He could handle some tiger dick. Thus assured, he plunged him onto his cock and Nivens let out a small scream of pleasure. Tony pumped Nivens up and down, who rode his massive striped dick like a master horseman. Nivens begged and moaned and shouted, bussy tightening and clenching as it accommodated the girth of Tony’s tigerhood. Tony could feel the pressure rising and rising, until he could bear it no more and spasmed, spilling himself inside of his small rabbit companion.
Panting, Tony growled, “Nivens,” who shuddered upon hearing his name for the first time, “What did I tell you?”
“T-to c-c-come on t-time, sir!”
“That’s rrrrright,” he purred. “What shall I do to punish you?”
“You’re so b-big, Mr. Tiger, sir,” Nivens stuttered, “Almost t-t-too big!” He looked up at Tony coyly, suggestively.
“Ahhhh I see what you mean. Well let’s give you something to think about, shall we?” and thrust back into the rabbit’s gaping, dripping asshole once more. He thrust again and again, and as he pulled away and plunged deeper and deeper into Nivens’ tiny frame, the bunny cried, “I’m late, I’m late, I’m late! I’M LATE! I’M LATE! I’M LATE! I’M….” and collapsed, limp against Tony’s stomach, both of them breathing heavily. Tony collapsed on his back onto the grass, and tenderly stroked the small bunny body resting on his own. Eyes closed, they both smiled contentedly, spent. Nivens looked up at Tony, and shyly asked, “I’ve never done anything like that b-before… w-was it… g-g-good?”
Tony looked down at the small rabbit–Nivens, he thought fondly–-and smiled.
“It was grrrrRRRREAT!”