Howling because I haven’t seen my bunny in forever*
*It has been three days & I am seeing him tonight
Prey that thinks he is too smart to be caught
Prey that is indignant when I catch him anyways
Prey that gets so overwhelmed by my musk after hunting he loses himself
Prey that takes one good huff of me and falls limp and compliant, a mindless little knot-toy
Prey that leaves himself more open, more vulnerable, all the while insisting he is too clever to be caught
Prey that learns to run again only so my stench will be all the stronger when I catch him again
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“Wanna see my puppy?”
The little bun had been talking for weeks about it
It was innocent enough to humor, a bunny owning a dog, and he was so convicted in his stories why not let him play pretend
Then you started noticing little things.
He began to carry a stench in his fur, some heavy musk that wouldn’t come out no matter how many baths he took. Try as you might to get a clear answer he would only say it was how his puppy smelled.
He would disappear for hours only to hop back to the burrow from the edge of the woods, hind-limbs shaky, fur sheened in sweat and reeking of that same musk. Unconcerned and beaming about “Visiting his puppy!”
The little bun began having bruises trailing up his inner thighs, from “playing rough” with his puppy he insisted.
It was clear, of course, that some bigger rabbit must be taking advantage of the poor thing. So one day when he bounded off into the woods you followed from a distance.
Not used to the woods far from the burrow you lost track of him, you were all but ready to turn and wait for him back home, but then heard a noise in the near distance.
The sound of a deep throated growl and the shriek of the little bun.
You bounded quickly towards the danger, desperate to save the little creature, and rounded a hill to find the mouth of a deep-set cave. The horrific noise echoing from the walls within.
Mustering the little courage you had left you snuck in, quietly as you were able, and found the source.
The little bunny was near fully hilted on the knot of a massive wolf. Paws dug deep gashes into his flank as it’s length ravaged his cunt. The “shriek” revealed to be primal needy moans as he slammed back greedily on every thrust. In the small creatures hand a thin, beautiful chain, hooked onto the beasts heavy leather collar above him. Eyes an empty blur of mindless pleasure between them
The shock of it all must have been what made you miss the branch. One misstep and a sharp snap echoed into the walls. The relentless squelching stopped.
Four eyes suddenly fixed on you.
Two hot as fire as a furious little bunny berated you for interrupting “playtime” with his puppy.
Two piercing as steel from the towering creature. Knot now retracting from the bunny with a sickening pop, and a very different hunger in its eyes.
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Least sexual thing you're physically aroused by, go
I love the notes on this because it's either "ok hear me out but like haha I'm kind of into massages I KNOW IT'S SO WEIRD" or "turn signals"
“Wanna see my puppy?”
The little bun had been talking for weeks about it
It was innocent enough to humor, a bunny owning a dog, and he was so convicted in his stories why not let him play pretend
Then you started noticing little things.
He began to carry a stench in his fur, some heavy musk that wouldn’t come out no matter how many baths he took. Try as you might to get a clear answer he would only say it was how his puppy smelled.
He would disappear for hours only to hop back to the burrow from the edge of the woods, hind-limbs shaky, fur sheened in sweat and reeking of that same musk. Unconcerned and beaming about “Visiting his puppy!”
The little bun began having bruises trailing up his inner thighs, from “playing rough” with his puppy he insisted.
It was clear, of course, that some bigger rabbit must be taking advantage of the poor thing. So one day when he bounded off into the woods you followed from a distance.
Not used to the woods far from the burrow you lost track of him, you were all but ready to turn and wait for him back home, but then heard a noise in the near distance.
The sound of a deep throated growl and the shriek of the little bun.
You bounded quickly towards the danger, desperate to save the little creature, and rounded a hill to find the mouth of a deep-set cave. The horrific noise echoing from the walls within.
Mustering the little courage you had left you snuck in, quietly as you were able, and found the source.
The little bunny was near fully hilted on the knot of a massive wolf. Paws dug deep gashes into his flank as it’s length ravaged his cunt. The “shriek” revealed to be primal needy moans as he slammed back greedily on every thrust. In the small creatures hand a thin, beautiful chain, hooked onto the beasts heavy leather collar above him. Eyes an empty blur of mindless pleasure between them
The shock of it all must have been what made you miss the branch. One misstep and a sharp snap echoed into the walls. The relentless squelching stopped.
Four eyes suddenly fixed on you.
Two hot as fire as a furious little bunny berated you for interrupting “playtime” with his puppy.
Two piercing as steel from the towering creature. Knot now retracting from the bunny with a sickening pop, and a very different hunger in its eyes.
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charmyou-deactivated20230228
wait wait wait mutuals rb this with a description of ur voice
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do y'all remember when they found all that tf art in Osamu Tezuka's drawer post-mortem because I think about it often
anyway keep chasing your bliss and draw weird shit, god knows we need that right now
