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Crepuscular, crepuscular, would be what the cat should call herself if she knew that word. She stirred at dawn, kipping the day away, and roused for a dusk hunt—a little cycle that brought the cat girl sweet joy. Joy, sex, euphoria, and hunger were all the dumbest ditz ever new. 
 
The hoarfrost had surfaced days ago. The autumnal air nipped at her stark form, stalking low to the ground. Each hand and footfall was silent. Stealth and ambush were her tools. She was a predator. 
 
The night pressed on, light fading from the blue welkin—each drop of azure shifts to midnight—specs of worlds far off piercing the nocturn. With agility and grace, the neko stocked scents on the zephyr, lean and sweet a doe was afoot. 
 
She crested into the frays of a clearing, eyes dilating and locking on the cold rabbit girl. She was peacefully resting in the meadow, long white ears atop her head and a puff of supple fur between its magnificent bust and rump. 
 
The frosted brush rustled on her skin, rubbing at her nips and cock giving her ever so chillful pleasure. Crouched in the tall grass she waited for her opportunity
  
Nocturnal, nocturnal was the word the vixen knew to describe herself. She stirred at the welkin vespers and stocked the night, tending to the prey she cultivated in her wide territory. 
 
The first frost bounced off her thick copper coat, holding warmth tight in the cold of late fall. Climbing high, she remarked to herself that she was a conniving fox. Traps and cunning were her tools, a truly devilishly intelligent predator. So clever she’d set a trap the previous night to lure in the kitten she'd been hunting for a week and some additional prey for later. 
 
The feline had slinked into my territory at the beginning of fall. It took me a few weeks to notice. She was a good hunter, a thick slab of meat, overconfident, and clumsy. Which is what got her caught. She’d been cocky, leaving a cute squirrel half fucked and eaten in a ditch by the glade I made home. Head caked in gore and near-frozen splattering of girl juices. 
 
It was impressive, the red tail had evaded me for a few years. But my impressionability was overshadowed by her taking of a praised catch. She hadn't even had the dignity to finish the thing. The following week I found scraps of the Sow's carcass through my woods. Wasteful feline slut needed putting down, and a good fucking to teach her a lesson on the way out. 
 
So I set a trap. I borrowed a bunny I kept for fun like this and winter food, it was the key. I nipped one of the gourmand game for the edge of the fluffle. 
 
The poor shivering bunny girl would last the night so she was tomorrow's meal too. I’d pinned her in the grove, tasty morsel to draw in a bigger fish. 
 
Her guts were probably getting cold and she was shivering. Clenching her thighs like a slut in my field. She has done her part though. 
 
Sitting high above, in a tree the vulpine caught sight of the feline stocking her woods. Wouldn’t be the first time she'd spotted the sexually sensual succulent meat. But this was the first time she'd see her. 
 
Stalking silently across the trees till she rested quietly on a tree above. The girl was shaking her ass in a sensual display. Cock swinging back and forth. She was getting excited watching the bunny shiver and the vixen herself was getting excited watching them both.
 
Seeing her moment, the feline on the edge, the vulpine pounced.
  
Crepuscular, crepuscular would be the word Harreta should have used to describe herself if she wasn't screaming internally listening to the fox creep overhead, the cat prowling in the bushes. Hooks deep into her belly, a deeply disturbing stirring in her loins. It all culminated in one word
 
Fucked, Fucked was the word Harreta was using. She was fucked. And she didn't know why she deserved this fate. She was a good hare, she’d please the fox more times than she could count. She spent her whole life acting as a cute pet and doing the most degrading things for the fox's approval. Only to have this…this…this travesty befall her.
 
The algidity had set in she could feel it. Her guts were cold now, the dusk frost setting it to her, carving into her skin like blades. Sinking low in her death trap, she squeezes her legs trying to distract herself. A well-trained reflex, after all, subductions, prostrating, fellatio, all the tools of the hare. She was a fuck toy and a warren pet. Like all her siblings and their parents and the whole herd. There was one tool however she had not seemed to master.
 
Run, was the thought that consumed her when she saw her mistress's hungry face in the fields. Primal fear overcame her as the vixen licked her lips, as her cock greedily hardened, and she did run but it was too late. Her hesitation as the rest of the herd ran left her the clear target. No amount of begging, no amount of pleasing no amount of supplicating saved her. After her brutal violation, she was tufted here and had to wait a whole day in the cold before the fox and her prey arrived. 
  
she had noticed the rabbit's slick wet slit dripping for a cock. For her cock. Ripping her throat out as she spasmed in her girl's cock would be ecstasy. Each death throat would send the animal over the edge, to sink her fangs deeper.  
 
She had been running her cock between the thighs right on the edge of orgasm. She'd cum then hunt her prey. Letting her imagination run wild with fantasies of what she’d do to the rabbit. 
 
A crash ruined the feline's orgasm. Or more aptly a slash. Retractable claws pierced her back, muzzle clamping her scruff, hissing in pain. Her claws lashed up at the foul creatures and she slipped from underneath it. The scruff of her neck was torn from her and blood dripped down her neck. 
 
Bolting across the field, past the rabbit she saw it. The usagi was trapped by hooks sunk deep into her silken belly and bosom. Rivulets of ichor dried down her tummy as her quivering eyes locked with the felines.
 
Stumbling over a rock her paws slipped and slid out from under her. Careening across the field she slammed into a tree. Wind knocked out of her. Her dazed and blurry eyes tried to refocus, peering out over the clearing with glazy dizzy eyes. The voop was rushing towards her. Wide smile and rock-hard cock swinging in the breeze. 
 
Wincing she stumbles away from the tree tumbling down the embankment and scurrying into the brush. 
  
My meal stumbled down the trench on the opposite side of my glade crawling into the dried and chilly brush. She wasn’t getting far. 
 
Bolting and springing off the trees down the ditch, slamming down behind her. She wasn’t faster than a fox and the feline would burn out long before the fox did. It was a waiting game as they curved around the grove. 
 
The brush cut the girl's bare skin, slowed by her lack of fur, the thorny brush tugging her back and carving into her meat. My luxurious fur keeps the brambles from digging into me. Not more than 40 meters out, she stumbled face-first panting. It was cute watching her slink back exhausted. Fear sank into her face. She knew what was next, how could she not? You could taste her fear. 
 
“Please please leave me be” hissed the fuck meat. All I could do was laugh, crackling out a whining chuckle. She was begging for her life, how quaint, how cute. I could not give her that. She didn’t deserve that.  
 
she was backed in, lungs burning like fire legs like gooey guts. There was a creeping sensation down her neck or the exposed glistening flesh that was left, something new and unusual. What was happening? She’s a predator, she’s not supposed to be hunted, what is this bitch doing. She should know the cat’s a threat. All thoughts raced through her head, putting the exhausted bitch on a pedestal. 
 
Her tongue had betrayed her, she’d groveled to the kitsune. What was this primal emotion welling up inside her? The fox’s gaze boiled, pinning her down. White hot fire flowed from the cat loins. The voop stuck like lightning. Her glance was cut short by the tearing of my heels, in fear yipping out and clawing for her eyes. 
 
Fear, fear would be what the cat would call it if she knew the idea, fear of the end of being eaten alive, fear of the pain she had yet to face, and yes fear of no longer being a predator but prey instead. 
  
Each swipe the pussy made missed and I dragged her around and up the trench. Throwing her over the edge. She scrambled to her feet and her torn heel split open with an audible crack,  leaving her foot limp. The feline's hissing was adorable. Cock getting hard, was even cuter, it's always fun to watch prey realize they want to be eaten, and clearly, part of her does. She thought she could scare me. Nearly three times her size. She was a fuckable slab of meat now and that was it. I’d enjoy teaching her her place.
 
It seemed to sink in now, and she struggled to claw across the grove. Raising to my hind legs, I approached, confident that I did not need the burst of speed my others would provide. Her liquid fear hadn't stopped coating her legs. It was a cutie. Although not nearly as endearing as her erection. 
 
Kicking her over reveals her soft underbelly, its skin poised for tearing open. Something I'd have to wait for. Pressing down into her belly elicited the sweetest moans. My paw spread out and dug into the girl's flesh.  She would taste great when I'm done with her. 
 
I bore down on her chest dropping to my knees. She's taken aback at first. Cock pressing into her face. From above it made her look so small. The fear in her eyes flushed me with joy I greedily gulped it, savoring its decadent dribbly of sweetness. 
  
Gripping the feline's ears the fox shoved her cock into her prey's face. Large and glistening with a knot that looked like it would split the feline in half. Pressing on her lips. An acrid aroma overcame the girl. 
 
“Open up,” called the voop. The first thing she’d said, she hadn’t even decided to respond to her peels only to command the bitch. Shaking, pulling away from her, the cat was pinned down. “ Open up or else,” growled the vixen, claws sinking into the girl's head.
 
Fear envelops the feline's brain. The deep cuts crying out in pain. Oozing into her brain, worming deep, the new sensation overcame her. The final true understanding of fear as an emotion, it's far too late to matter. Maybe if she complied she’d be safe, bargaining with herself. 
 
Gently she tries to part her lips, only to have a cock rammed down her throat. Pushing down her esophagus and up the shaft. Pressing her nose into the foxes' knot smothering their lungs in her musk. Fumigating her lungs with her scent. Her rich acrid and powerful odor. 
  
The fox would not let Harreta have dignity in her death and this assault on her dignity would not be the last. The two were practically fucking on top of her. Cat choking on her cock, the vixen ass shoved in Harreta’s face, the cat sip and piss soaking the earth like fresh spring rain. 
 
The stirring in Harreta’s loins was unbearable. It was like a glass filling to the top, but now it was pouring over the side and spilling everywhere. Harreta couldn’t stop herself. Carefully her hand folded under and reached to her burning slit, begging for attient. 
 
Her hands were faster than her mind, as they are be dripping pussy her back arched, yanking on the hooks, and she yipped out in pain, slamming her face into the wet earth. They planted a foot firmly on her ear, pain arching through to her skull. Shooting the rabbit a quick glace that told Harreta all she needed to know

Be quiet

She could be quiet, silent as a hare. Slowly rubbing her clit staring longingly at the feline's choked throat. She was so much smaller than the fox. It looked like her throat was gonna rip in two.
  
Every thrust choked the feline. Each push pumped the oily musk of her assailant deep into her. Each whiff slowly eroded her thoughts, till all she could do was suffocate on the cock with each impetus, to use her throat as a vice for the vixen's sweet member. It consumed the cat's mind. Maybe there’s hope, cried the feeble part of her mind clinging on. 
 
Thrusts in, strangles and spasms on the cock, clamping in on it, pulling soft joyous moans from the predator. Pull back, where she instinctively licked and lapped at the voop’s gland like an obedient pet, hoping beyond reason that this would spare her. Repeat. Then repeat. Each jolt gets faster, each dive slamming harder into her throat. It became raw and bleed, coating the fox's cock in a bloody lube. 
 
The assault ended with a deep thrust. Her throat pierced and strangled. Each gasping hev clamping on her cock massaging it. Sending shivers up the fox’s back. On the edge of consciousness the vixen withdrawals leaving the feline gasping. 
 
Thoroughly slicked the hunter lines up with the girl entrance. Her attention was elsewhere gasping for air, listening to the soft moans of what could only be the rabbit. Little squeaks. Forcing her cock in the feline, wheezing out and squeezing down with each heavy hev of air. Each thrust of the hunter's massive member knocked the air out of her lungs.
 
In vain the cat tried to crawl away, pulling herself free of the assaulting member and its intent on rupturing her organs, coating her insides in a hot stick, and ruining her. Her attempt was stopped tho. The vixen clamped a hand around her neck holding her still.
 
Her inside lapped over the vixen cock, convulsing and tearing, even more, plasma coating the cock like lube, and her insides erupting into a burning fire with each thrust. She was being ripped asunder, each thrust violently rearranging the much smaller cat's guts. 
 
She could make it she had to make it, if she’d behaved, if she’d submitted, she’d live wouldn’t she? The idea of complying with her assailant's massacre of her guts was tossed away when blood sputtered out of her mouth. A thrust so hard she gagged on her fluids. She was gonna be used and abused, destroyed, and left as a viscera-strewn corpse. She had to act. 
 
Lighting arced out of her chest, she’d been too caught up in the fire ravaging her loins and gut to realize the vulpine had been groping her. And was now burying her claws into her large beautiful breasts. Fat squeezed out the wounds, two of her best features to be ruined.
 
Springing into action the neko pierced her claws into the arms of the vulpine. She was nearly shocked back into submission as the fox’s cold and daggered expression pierced her mind. Steeling herself she tried to dig deeper into the fox but her coat and hide were too thick stopping her assault. 
 
“Oh does the queen bitch wanna play,” jested the vixen. Taking deep satisfaction in the girl's fear. “well I guess queen might be the wrong word” Her hind paw crashed down on the girl's sack. pressure building, aching agonizing pressure as her paw slowly flatted and pressed her ball as far as they would go. 
 
“I’ll give you a chance sweet meat, play nice and I might let you have a good orgasm before you die” she confirmed it. This is the end if she doesn’t do something, holding her ground the feline wildly lashes and claws at the kitsune. Trying desperately to free herself. Thoroughly unimpressed, the kit makes good on her promise. Her balls shredded and cut from her, sack torn away with one push of her leg. 
 
Sputtering rivulets of ichor, cum, and flesh, the cat's cock is rendered nigh on useless. Convulsing on the beast's cock and finally piercing her skin is little solace as she looks up at the now furious voop. “Ooo oh oh, we have someone with a strong spirit or a dumb mind.” 
 
Her talons rip and shred away the cat's breast, letting the lumps of dedicated flesh splash to the side. Gripping the girl's wrist and tearing from the fox’s arm. “Now what do we have here, a spayed little molly begging for attention?” gripping the felines index, hand wrapping fully around it “This one’s got my attention” squeezing the digit, tendons flexing and straining against the force, each joint cracking, an audible crack splits up the finger as it shatters, leaving a purple crushed mess limply falling over, anguish ripping over the felines face.
 
Crying out in pain, sobbing at her bad decision, this could have gone so much better for her. She realizes that now. “This molly’s got my attention too” gripping the cat's middle finger between her thumb and index. Swishing it back and forth repeatedly letting the tension build in the girl, before yanking it to the side. Bones snapped out of her skin ejecting a phalange from her flesh, blood gushing painting the scraps of flesh holding the finger on. 
 
The pain sent the cat's mind limp, she didn’t hear the fox start again “Maybe this molly deserves attention too” She didn't feel her ring finger slowly pressed down until it slipped past her knuckle and shrank into her hand, bone-splitting in and Impaling her palm. The cat was oblivious to the vixens toying with her pinky slowly twisting it off while singing about all the horrible things she was gonna do to her. She didn’t register the digit's loud crunch as it was torn off and stuck in her mouth. Nor did she even flush as the vulpine ripped her thumb off and chewed on it like a crunchy pickle. 
 
She was however brought back to reality, not when the vixen in one motion squeezed her other hand until it crunched and crackled breaking into a mushy mess, but when bored by her meal lack of screams the vixen ripped the whole hand off leaving the gushing stump behind. That violent reality check threw the girl back into the present screaming and flailing as her vitals leaked from her stump. 
 
“Thiers my meal nice of you to rejoin the fun little kitten” mused the fox. It was unreal to the feline, consumed by fear. A new emotion that at this point felt ancient. It took a moment longer for all of reality to sink back into her hole-filled brain, the vixen having not stopped fucking the cat was on the edge now. 
 
Each thrust grew faster and faster, claws plunging deeper and deeper into the cat's belly. She was lashing out hissing and clawing with those twisted broken fingers, fruitless attempts to harm her. The vixen's thrusts grew erratic, her meals squealing following suit. 
 
Finally over the edge sored the vulpine, her claws mangling the feline’s belly and the rush of cum ripping it open, guts and girl juices sloshing out of her. She was dead, she couldn’t survive this, her body just didn’t realize it.
 
Prey, Prey was the only word rushing through the cat's mind. She was prey, not even live prey, a lump of meat thoroughly shredded and disemboweled. Prey was the only word she could think, the implications sinking deep into her psyche. 
  
The fox needed more, she needed a trophy and found it resting hard between the girl's legs. The cat was dazed limping grabbing at her own entrails trying to stuff them back into her new cavity. Vitae, cum, and ripped flesh are all mangled together. 
 
Kicking her legs to the side and filing a strand of her guts away from her soon-to-be corpse the vixen eyed her prize. Long hard and spined for her pleasure. She needed a good clean cut. Sizing up one of her claws at the base she began to see. The cat seemed unaware either consumed with fear or unable to feel the blade cutting away the last vestige of life from her. 
 
Staring over the cat's exhausted body. I tore into the feline's tendon with my claws, dragging her from the field, and giving the rabbit a good kick in the ass for her annoying squeaking. Streaking her prey fluids over my garden and down to my borrow. Soaking and marinating in her blood the scrap of meat looks scrumptious

Wiggles its sweet ass across my floor, it was trying to claw itself away. Poor thing must be terrified. Crushing her ankle and pinning her down was simple—such a small frail thing in comparison to me. I tossed the cock away to a pile of prizes I had, a task for another day. 
 
Tears welling up in the prey's eyes, a love rivulet, their salty-sweet flavor given for the love of their hunter. The fuck meat squeaks out as my claws burry into her neck. Choking her cutting into her neck, spurts racing over the vixen's hand, staining their fur scarlet. Licking at the tear the kitten's eyes fed her. 
 
Vitae smeared over her, spritzing from the cat's wounds as she’s lifted and hurled into the burrow's wall. Desperately grasping to stem the flow of her neck, the feline lets her gut fall loose. Dangling there, the vixen plunges into the feline's entrance. Eliciting gurgled moans.  
 
Each subtle move every twitch sent pain through the girl, her oxygen-starved body clenching and spasming, milking the fox and in turn pleasure from the fox but it's not enough. Each grip pulls her deep and entices her to push deeper into the feline's flank, driving the pain deeper and pushing her gurgling gasps of help into smothered baubles of a scream. 
 
Ramming into the feline, teeth clamped firmly around her neck, claws buried into her jaw. There was little she could do but limply resist, try in futility to push away as each thrust sank my fangs deeper, each jolt impaling the girl's soon-to-be corpse deeper and deeper onto my cock. Her eyes twitched dully as she clung on to life. The pressure was building in my loins, the girl's final convulsing sending the vixen over the edge pouring cum into the girl and tearing her throat out in my clean motion. 
 
Even limp and dead now the fox wasn’t down. The night was young and she continued her feast of flesh and its fuckable festivities. Climbing on into the wee hours of the morning.
  
Harreta's guts were cold, Ice cold. The fox's kick had torn her belly not enough to splay her guts out on the cold earth. The assault of the vulpine had been terrible. Her dignity was shredded; She’d smelled the cat's piss mixing with her butchery as she begged for her life, she’d been forced to wallow in that filth, she’d had a front-row seat to the cats spaying, her orgasm had been ruined by a kick, she’d watched the cat dragged and fucked across the field, even had the fox cum and the cat's blood and intestines cake her face when the beast finally decided to gut her, and she’d had the displeasure of listening to the fox fuck a corpse for hours. 
 
She knew she was next. Her cold guts wouldn’t last long and she would be next if not tonight then tomorrow. Despite this impending doom, she was on the edge of orgasm but unable to satisfy herself. Her hands were left holding her guts, and her position was unchanged for fear of ripping her belly more. 
 
The fox's cries had carried for hours, sinking into her slit. The cat's final gurgles sink in as its body is discarded, leaking fluids, and destroyed. Harreta the clever but unlucky rabbit knew it was soon over. 
 
Morning came and morning went, as the sky was ablaze with crimson the fox returned. Firmly planting her foot on Harreta's ass. Pressing her face deeper into the ground. Her guts were no longer cold. Instead, they were numb or ablaze. Frostbite setting deep into her core. 
 
“Gross, you're all cold, and you’re bellies are black. I guess you're ruined. You're a real piece of shit going and ruining yourself for me.” it was something id refused to think about but I knew. I knew my guts were ruined, black, and burning. “what did I expect from a whore and rodent. Especially one dumb enough to let me catch them.”
 
She ran a finger over my slit, pulling moans from me but quickly withdrawing. Walking to sit in front of me, leaving me needy. The fox gripped my ears, wrenching me up and splitting my belly out. Blacked cold guts pour out of me. 
 
“A creature like you doesn't deserve life or pleasure. Die, alone and needy like the hare whore you are.”
 
Casting me into the trench I was discarded, trash, left to rot out of sight. Death did not come quickly. Left unable to move, agonizing pain, and a deep lust I could not satisfy consumed me. My hips twisted and broke, unable to feel my legs but begging for satisfaction.  
 
Lost in the pain, the blood lost and fearful introspection, the hare did not move, or protest the scavenger. The vultures who tore her breast from her frame, the weasels who made her pelvis a dining hall, eating her womanhood. The flies feasting on her flesh and making her the home for their children. The final thing she didn't notice was the scavenging raccoon girl. Gnawing on ber organs. That was what ended her. The cavalcade of the girls the fox keeps in check devouring her over hours. Long agonizing hour.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Fräulein knelt centered in the dark icy cold room. Illuminated by a pillar light pierced the umbra from a small hole, revealing the raging blizzard above and sucking the heat of the room. Hours of blinding cold had tempered her body, freezing and forging it into frosty armor, or so she thought.
 
The vixen, her vixen, her mistress, circled the rabbit, reminding her of her failures, stalking her like prey. Fräulein had tried, she’d really tried. Tried to be silent, tried to be unseen, tried to obey, and one slip-up later shes, here. The switch dangled in front of her. Taunting her, calling her attention, demanding her respect, telling her what to say, and reminding her of the lost hare. Mistress drinking in her fear like aged wine, intoxicating and brilliant.
 
“A maid cleans.”

CRAKE,

the switch lashes over Fräulein's back. “A maid obeys.”

Swoosh

Kerthak

,

the switch whistled down and cracked over her hands and lap, inches from her most delicate areas. “A maid is unseen and unheard.” The room is silent as the cottontail awaits the next whipping. Her eyes are clenched shut, and the burning of her loins reminds her of this morning. 
  
The biting cold was something her hare loved. The bitter-sweet winds from the glade tore into Fräulein's skin like her vixen mistress had torn into her heart. She’d taken her precious hare from her—a wound which had barely stopped bleeding. 
 
Fräulein cottontail twitch crossing the clearing. Each gust of wind dug into her bone, her bare skin taking the brunt of the weather. The warmth of the illuminated barrow ahead, the only thing visible through the blinding white storm. 
 
Crawling into her mistress's burrow, she would have seen the sun, just peaking the horizon obscured by the tree line. But the blizzard obscured everything.  Fräulein set to her work.

Thwack

The final strike across her shoulders drew blood. Warm rivulets rushed down Fräulein's back staining the small tuft of pink wine-stained fur. She didn’t cry, she couldn’t cry, she was only 3 lashes in her punishment. She was a maid who had to be unheard, a protest, even a tear would make it worse. 
 
Circling her mistress drank her fear, savored her sore muscles, delighted in the quiver of her form, indulged in the ecstasy of her wet slit. Each pawed foot falls pulling a tremor from her. Each lick of her lips sent chills down the rabbit's spine. Each slight shift causes her to brace for the next strick.
 
“What do we say” the sinister voice of her mistress echoed behind Fräulein
 
“T..t…thank yo-” Three quick lashes, whooshed through the air,

Kerthak, Thwack

,

CRAKE

slicing across her shoulders and back with a thunderous shatter knocking Fräulein over. She barely holds back a scream.  Hunched from the pain, Fräulein shifts back, pain arching over her back, muscles tensing and burning like fire, giving a little warmth in contrast to the icy cold in her heart. Haggard lustful breaths slipped from her lips as she tried to restrain herself and correct her mistake.
 
Slipping from the shadows the vixen glared at her. The foxes' rust-red fur contrasted the dark cold blues of the room. Towering over Fräulein, eyes like threats. She could not make that mistake again. 
 
“Beg” One word, not a question, an order. What did she want me to beg for? Pressing the switch into my cheek she pulled me to meet her gaze. “BEG” and it was made clear.
 
“P..p..p…pp..pl..Plea-”

Smack

Red spread across Fräulein's face. The burning hot realization of her mistress's palm smacking her. “Do it right or else bunny, you don't get a third chance.”
 
Pressing her face into the dirt Fräulein obeys “Thank you, mistress, thank you, and please, please continue, please punish me how I deserve.” struggling to hold back tears 
 
Her assailant continued, the whistle of the switch, shaking her.

CRAKE.

Each stick pulled more lust from her slit,

Thwack.

pushing her up,

Kerthak.

driving the cold away,

Snikt

. and consuming her mind,

CRAKE

. Again like lightning crossing her mind,
Zwap.
again a fire burning in her soul,

Swakkkkk

. again her body crying out for release……..again? It should have come, but it wasn’t over, right? As she slowly peeled open her eyes it struck her,

Thwup

. The anticipation met with shock having wetted her loins and the slit starting it to soak. 
 
Shaking, trembling begging the pain to stop she cried out, tears streaming down her face. “I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to break it, please. Please. I can’t take anymore, I'll break, please.” the wrong answer.

Woosh, Kerthak,

Zwap,

Thwup, Snikt, Swakkkkk, Thwack,

Zwap,

Kerthak CRAKE!!!!!!!!

Over and over, her beat red back turned purple as the vixen laid into her. The switch whistled past her ears, cracking across her collarbone. Collapsing in fear and pain. The vixen let out a small chuckle at the bunny's display. “Ass up hare, and we’ll get this part over with. But not because you asked.” 
 
Quivering she raised her soaking wet ass, presenting it to her owner, feet splayed out. Her glistening slit begged for penetration. Begging her owner to thrust into her tight succulent pussy and ravage it. Show it who owned her. Not the meat it was in but to her, the vixen who owned it. 
 
Flexing the switch, arching it back, and lining up, the vixen released the stick,

CREAK!!!

Ass bouncing she's yipping out and fear, her pussy squirting, wetting more, begging harder for a cock. She raises it high, slamming it across her ass,

Kerthak.

watching the juicy meat jiggle. It was primed for her. Ready for her onslaught. Move vigorously than before she tore up her ass. 
 
Zwap,

Snikt, Swakkkkk, Thwack!

Red lines crisscrossed over her supple ass cheek forming a maze of pain. She was sobbing, heaving struggling to keep her ass held high.

Woosh, Thwup, Kerthak, Thwack, CRAKE!!!!!!!!

Ass bruised, meat tender the vixen didn’t stop.

CRAKE, Snikt, Thwack,

Zwap,

Thwack!!!!!!!!!!!!

The bunny's tail twitched begging for more; Begging to be held, tugged, and pulled, Begging for abuse just like its meat blistered purple ass. Whipping the switch over her slit,

shwuppop

soaked up her sweet juices. Licking off the switch savering her succulent girl juice, its sweet musky flavor emboldening the fox. 
 
Wrenching Fräulein's leg up and flipping her over,

Thud

. The vixen raised the crop high and stuck,

Kerthak.

its full length coming on of the hare clit, pulling a rapture scream out of her lungs, soiling herself and clenching her swollen clit. Each more pulse drew tears from her eyes. Again, and again she bore the switch down on her hands and clit,

Snikt, Swakkkkk, Shthuppop, Thwack

till her clit was swollen red and begging for release and her hands were a bruised mess of lashes. 
 
Fräulein's ears made a good grip as the vixen dragged her out of the cold room and tossed her over the edge of a table. Teasing her cunt, the vixen's massive head pulled scared moans out of Fräulein, who had clearly given up on correcting her behavior in a whorish display. The Vixen is nearly 5 times the rabbit's size. Her slit's strong grip around her glad had the strong vixen panting with pleasure,

Huff, ah, huff

. her pussy like a vice the vixen thrust, cock barely fitting in before she slammed into her cervix. Fräulein screamed in pain again. Eyes blurry and soaked in fear.
 
“Awe, is my little bunny getting stretched?”
 
Stretched was an understatement, my pussy was screaming at its limits. I’d never felt more full than this. And she hadn’t even hilted her cock in me. The overwhelming pressure was relieved as she pulled back. My reprieve wouldn’t last, she thrust deeper, pressing to my cervix and prying it open.

snnnirp

The cold taste of winter air in my womb. Horrific pain pulsing out with pleasure. Then she tried to sheath her cock again,

splerk

, and again,

rasshhip

, over and over each thrust accompanied by a guttural moan, each pull felt like it ripped my cunt out. Each sheathing attempt ended with an ever-straining cervix, womb begging to be fuck, to be penetrated and ruined. 
 
My cries and wails failed me, my assailant did not lighten, and I had betrayed the expectations of a maid. My punishment wouldn’t end until I got control over myself. Mistress gripped my tail like a handhold. Using the leverage to push deeper and deeper and she wasn’t stopping. Her cock was pressed up against my baby hole trying to pierce me to run my womb through and ruin it. 
 
The first slip was excruciating,

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, at least for me, the mistress was wailing herself but not in pain, in unadulterated pleasure, the tip of her cock forcing my cunt open,

sriippks

and my legs felt like jello. Massive shaft rearranging my guts. The next slip was more tiring,

SCRREEEKLP

as my cervix opening grew, an audible

SNAP

in my womb as I felt her gland all but hilt in my most delicate of places. 
 
She had lost herself, frothing at the mouth screaming and moaning on the vixen's cock, eyes rolling back in her head, legs splayed and failing. Each scream was accompanied by her clenching cunt, pulling more moans and decadent pleasure from the vixen's mouth. Each flail shifted the fox's angle, rubbing more of her womb and cunt on her shaft. Her maid, as poor of a maid, as she was, had a use. On her knees or belly sating the fox's appetite, wetting her cock, and giving her pleasure.
 
Finally, with one last powerful thrust, the fox lifted her off the table and hilted her cock. She screamed in agony, watching her belly distending, stretching, and on the edge of splitting open. The cock nearly as big as her torose had wormed its way into her more delicate areas sullying them and any chance at reproduction. She watched as the cock twitched, pressing the distorted form of her womb out of her body. Saft clearly hilted into one of her tubes, precum and fox juice boiling over onto her eggs. The hare's cervix clenched down. Squeezing her mid-shaft, and when I finally released the vixen withdrew and plunged deep into her womb, sheathing her cock in the rabbit, again. Her whole cock leaped with joy as it gladly rubbed on the supple womb wall. Precum soaked the girl's womb. Not like she would know it. Eyes rolled back in sheer agony, cunt strangling grip on her mistress's cock. She was barely conscious of her mistress' thick dick messing and shaking up her guts. 
  
Fräulein's mind wasn’t blank, it was consumed with how she’d got here. Her grave mistake. As the destruction of her precious womb arched through her. All she could focus on was earlier. 
 
Fräulein was cleaning the store room. Ceramic jars held wine and salts the mistress had collected. The rest of the stores were herbs collected by the borrower and her trophies. The bared cock on the shelf pulled up the fresh memories and while running a finger over its spikes the hare cut herself. Yelping at the pinprick she jumped back, slamming into a jug. It shattered immediately, dumping wine on her and into the soil. Her fur and ears were stained pink by the intoxicating liquid.
 
It was bad enough she’d broken something but as she looked up and around she saw her. Mistress was standing shocked in the doorway, staring daggers at her. If looks could kill this one was a massacre. And that was it, the mistake that had gotten her here. That and her begging for forgiveness instead of shutting up. 
  
It was cute, her mind barely there. But it wasn't sporting to let such a creature sleep off its punishment before it was even finished. Drawing her cock out she screamed. It must have burned to have your womb spread open and tugged like that. Her flailing was getting in the way of the vixen's pleasure now. Pinning her hands behind her back, her small feet were pinned by her huge paws. Stretching her form even more. For added pleasure, her hand tugged the girl's ears, arching her back and sending quivers of pain through her body. Giving the vixen great pleasure as she thrust back into the ruined pussy and womb. 
 
Her eyes were wild with fear and ecstasy. Begging for more. Begging for her womb to be completely destroyed. She bites down on her lip, eyes focusing for just a second as she gives her assailant a slight nob. With renewed vigor, her cock throbs with anticipation, violating the girl's pussy with each thick hard thrust. 
 
Mouth dripping with foam, tongue out flapping in the wind, mind blanked by pleasure and pain. The maid had been downgraded to a whore. Their only use from now on would be as a cock sleeve. Her cute tremors and twitches gave the vixen great pleasure, her cottontail soft velvet texture wiping up her cock pulling moans from her mouth. 
 
Each plunge stretched her more and more. Cock pushed out her belly, a mound of displaced guts and a massive phallus behind it, wearing her out. Pressure built and built. Each gurgled scream of pain and ecstasy pushed the fox closer. Then her trembling clenches push her over the edge, pumping hot sticky cum into the girl's ravaged pussy. 
 
Fräulein heaved in exhaustion. Lungs gasping for air, mind still blanked by lust, loins burning for an unreached release. Dropping the hare back onto the table, the vixen roughly pulled back drawing from the girl's pussy, only to feel the cervix clench down. Holding onto her, trying to keep her magnificent cock in. she didn't feel the need to let it relax this time.  bearing down on her ass, holding the rodent in place. The vixen pulled back farther. Pulling her cervix well past its normal place. The moaning but rather quiet girl broke out into deafening wails as she did. 
 
Ripping her cock from the girl's womb. And her womb from her body. Cunt flapping out of her slit begging for attention. Running a finger down the inverted sex pulled whimpering moans from her throat, the whore having calmed down some now that her mutilation was over. Circling her prey, presenting her cock to the girl, who mindlessly wrapped her lips around the glad, lapping at her mistress's sex cleaning it without thought. 
 
Satted and fully clean the vixen headed for the door, the switch resting on the floor catching her eye.
 
My senses numbed and my mind washed with pleasure. Muscles sore and shaking I tried reaching for my cunt, to release the pressure. Before she could run her hands over her clit lightning strikes. Her body failed to recognize the source of pain and pleasure as she came, legs falling limp and squirting, coating the floor as the pressure pumped out of her. The burning rapturous pain became clear as she came down. The switch has lashed her exposed pussy. The supple interior skin was battered and bruised.
 
“Will pick up your punishment late pet” was the last thing she heard as she drifted off in pain and ecstasy.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Charlotte sat curled up in between two burrows in the waren. Crotch slicked for her first breeding season. From now until the end of September she’d be soaking wet, and begging for cock. She was now, even if she was acting shy—fluids pooling beneath her.

The den was smothered in the moans of rabbit girls. The Buck has yet to arrive to sate the appetite for the does. So it was left to them. Each pair, triplicate or more, engaged in fierce debauchery begging for The Bucks cock. Begging for their vexing vixen mistress to bring him. 
 
Charlotte felt a pull between her legs. Velvet, a sweet older doe, was tugging her legs apart. Her chocolate skin and white spots contrasted Chatlotte's soft pink and white. The girl's lust was welling up, and her breeding was nowhere in sight. 
  
Everyone else is doing it, I should just let her, until mistress gets here. So I spread my legs. Without so much as a word, Velvet pulled me to the floors lapping at my clit. In shock, I chittered out a moan. Velvet giggled but never faltered in her feverous licks.
 
She flipped, presenting her slit and beginning to suck at my clit with the furious thirst of a newborn kit. I couldn’t help myself. The burning lust in my womb raging out of control. I whimpered and whined while the world whistled by. I’d never felt like this before. Loins laden with heat and heavy, hips and tits plump with new hormonal fat, womb crying out of seed to gobble up like water into the dry desert sand. 
 
My newfound pastime of moaning and begging for more was interrupted when Velvet slammed her slit into my face—leaning her weight onto me and moaning for me to help her. She was soaking, a veritable lush flowed into my mouth. She tastes sweet and of lust. Mouth dry and cracked with thirst I latched on instinctually returning her favor. 
  
While Charlotte devoured her newfound treat, relishing in the ecstasy, her Vixen entered The Buck in toe. The Buck of course had no name to his mistress. He was a The Buck and when he was done with his short tenure under his mistress he’d become a prize. 
 
The Buck, Alaric to the harem he serviced and a few of the more amenable Gib’s and Molly’s, cream brown with white spots on his hips, and the long ears of his mother was led in on a leash. Crawling behind his mistress. Cock locked away in a cage, a sound, plug and gaged, bound him. kept him full but not sated. And prevented him from doing so without permission. 
 
The vixen well wore in the Buck. Scars adorned his flesh, and one ear stopped halfway up. He had been the “head” of the harem for a long five years and was still in good favor. 
 
Sitting down in a regal chair gazing out over the horny harem desperate for cock. The vixen’s Gib and Molly anterage swat back eager girls begging for her cock. The vixen raised The Buck to his hind legs. Even sitting The Buck wasn’t taller than her breast. 
 
The vixen squeezes his exposed ball, heavy and full after a winter of waiting. The Buck moaned legs shaking as his mistress teased him. Before slowly she removed the lock, freeing his cock from the ever-growing pressure of the cage. She tapped a finger on the sound, each rhythmic tap pushing it slightly deeper before forcing it back up. Each tap pushed it just deep enough to brush his glad and pull whimpering pathetic moans from his mouth. 
 
“Now My Buck you’ve behaved very well this winter, so let's not stop that now.” she hummed as the hardened sound grew ever more present in his mind. Body begging for release. “I'm gonna pull this out My Buck and you’re gonna be a good boy for me and unload everything you can into these girls.” her sugar-coated words beckoned him just as much as his bladder.
 
 
He squeaked out an affirmative. And his mistress slowly extricated the sound. Swirling it around. The Buck's legs nearly gave, he wanted to scream to beg for release. The age turned his please to moans as she liberally took her time to free him. 
 
With a final tug, the vixen freed his urethra, The Buck dribbled in anticipation on her leg. He didn’t notice this failure. But his mistress did. She quickly pushed him over gripping his tail as a handhold removed the large dildo trophy plugging him and quickly unlatched the gage.
  
Velvet pushed a finger into me, ecstasy crackled over my mind and vision. Each pop smothers me like the gushing cunt leaking over me. My loins burned in a buzzy fire, my tail twitching. I learned my lesson and followed her lead. Pushing a finger into her and rubbing her spot. Her moans reverberated through me, grinding there over and over. Pressure building more and more until I pop, pressing my legs together I came and came, pleasure pushing out of me coating my friend. And so did she. Her legs snapped around my neck, and my gasps for air pushed each lushing squirt higher and higher as we came on top of each other. 
 
We collapsed into a moaning pile of a mess. Despite having cum, my brain was still begging, no, screaming. If anything I was more lustful, more horny, more needy than before. 
 
Velvet was rolled off of me and Fräulein crawled on top, soaked in sweat panting. Pressing her lips into mine, squeezing my breasts. tongue pinning mine, and she forcefully pulled moans from me, my over-stimulated mind begging for more and begging for release. Her lips taste like wet sex, and her tongue of sweet wine. 
 
Her sweaty, sweet embrace was broken, and I could only long for more. My mind frayed at the edges as my burning heat drove me mad. My womb was engulfed with want. 
 
Her foot pressed into my neck as she ground into my slit. Her warmth burned with mine as our clits lapped together wet mixing with wet as our sex pressed in a desperate display. My half-lid eyes didn’t see it coming. The Buck, Alaric shoved his cock down my open moaning mouth, choking out what little air I had. 
 
HE thrust into me, slicking his cock as Fräulein pleased herself. I mona over his thick meat bartering my throat. I came from Fräulein's hard work, my orgasmic convulsions had me bucking and choking up his cock as my lungs begged for air and my pussy sang for cock.
 
I felt something soft between my teeth, my face burned red. My cheeks buzzed with pain as I looked over at Alaric holding his red cock. Fräulein still hard at work for her own release didn’t protest as he slipped into my pussy. My womb ached more as my hymen split for the first time. His thick cock quelled some of my ever-growing lust, as my blood coated his soured cock in a loving crimson.
 
He had no care as he fucked me, railing my tight snatch with immense lust building in me, Fräulein was a begging mess grinding on my clit and his cock. As she finally came Alaric wrapped an arm around her holding her there. Her foot lazily slid off my neck as he forced her to cum over and over on his cock. Turning the cream bunny into a gasping moaning mess unable to string more than a syllable together.
 
My raging pleasure hadn't settled from Fräulein playing, like her, I had been pushed over and over as my heated sex begged from his seed, I'd become a writhing lustful mess, limbs flailing and gaspy choked voice begging, begging for his seed, begging mistress to watch me. 
  
My Bucks' first quarry was one of my new kits added to the harem. She’d bitten him in lustful ecstasy. She was cute and clearly would be a good breeder. My Buck, on the other hand, was wearing me thin.
 
The doe, Chary, or some such was whaling for me, her cute moans and screams making me leak as I watched her with my coterie of Gibs and Mollys fending off the horny does. She begged and begged for My Buck to rail her harder, for him to fill her with his seed. My Bucks' balls hung heavy. So it won't be much of a waste. 
  
Each mean rough thrust plunged deeper and deeper into Charlotte, her mind white with pleasure and joy, womb greedily gobbling up The Buck seed. The Buck was grunting mews. Each thrust rammed into her cervix now, pulling ecstasy-laden screams from her. 
  
He was stabbing, shearing my womb open each thrust was horrible but my body wanted it. It wanted the pain, it wanted my womb to be pierced by his thick cock, to be stretched open and filled with his batter. It was all I wanted as he wailed on my entrance, bashing at the door of my most precious part, the part if ruined would spell my end. 
 
Part of me wanted him to ruin me, many a doe had told me of the ecstasy it brought them and the lust they had for the mistress before she finished them. If they were truly broken. Bunnies bounce back quickly and easily, Fräulein was a mess of lust when we needed to push her womb back in a few weeks ago. She begged us to pull it back out, to get a Gib or one of the Mollys to pull it back out. Moan foaming and begging with lust-filled eyes. I wanted that. I wanted him to ruin my body like hers. I wanted to feel the girl's fists pushing my most precious and delicate of places back into place. To feel my womb stretched and rent from its place. 
 
I foamed at the mouth as he shattered my cervix, sundering it open, fucking my soft womb, I lost control, I lost who I was, and became a screaming moaning mess of an animal as he pounded his seed into my womb. 
  
The Buck released the blitzed-out doe as she mewed on the floor, slit begging for more, his mistress looking on, leaking cock dripping down onto her Gibs as she watched. The Buck slinked off to her side for a moment's rest, his mistress took notice. 
 
Fräulein had been left lusting, womb-burning. The Buck had slinked away leaving her womb unaccosted, unsullied, unsated. It was the only thing pulling at her mind. Her doe friend's eyes were filled with lust and satisfaction, she had to sate herself. 
 
On instinctual lust and shoved her face between Chrtlotte's legs, sucking and lapping at her clit. Gorging herself on the new hare's prize to no objection. Chatlotte’s eyes were empty as she swam in luxurious excitement and arousal. Womb filled, her lust sated and thoroughly soaked. She had plenty to share. The display aroused their mistress, the two girls were too enraptured in their breeding frenzy to notice her wicked grin
 
Velvet had found a new mark, pressing one of the smaller stature bunnies into the ground, grinding her chest and slit over their back. Velvet was begging for attention, slit slicked with lust, ass shaking at the smallest breeze against her hot envious sex. 
  
I felt as girls whiffled by ma’ rear end, I couldn’t help but shudder at the breeze, rump twitching, and girl juice leaking and squirting down my legs. I road that shudders up the small does back. I didn’t know who she was, The Mistress harem was big enough for that.
 
She was tiny, her rich brown hair now pressed into the dirt. I longed for My Alaric’s cock now. Or mistress, but that wasn’t gonna happen. 
 
The cute doe was grunting and gasping, clearly she wasn’t taking advantage of her arms being pinned between her legs. Her lost. I ground and wiped my slit on her, imagining Alaric’s thick cock penetrating me like last year, ravaging ma body and leaving me the silly slut of a Gib fucker. 
 
As I slid back down the doe I felt his warmth press against my sex, spine hitching instinctual at the phallus. I slid back and presented my ass to the buck, tail twitching with anticipation. 
 
Without hesitation his thumb pressed into my clit, raising my ass as he rubbed me. It took me a while of basking and moaning in his touch to realize he hadn't penetrated me and to hear the soft girl beneath me squeaking and squealing at each thrust into her own cunt. 
 
Her moans and grunts were all I could think about as my sex bobbled over with passion and lust. Why did My Alaric fuck her first? I was clearly the better catch. Why was her tiny snatch getting MY dick? 
 
My complaints slipped from my mind as Alaric pressed his lips onto mine and began sucking on my clit. Fuck that was good, his soft suckles left me grinding on his just as soft face. The girl beneath my fat voluptuous ass is screaming in ecstasy now, begging for his seed. It's annoying
 
I shove her face into the dirt muffling her obnoxious squeals and Alaric picks up his pace. I can feel each thrust into her, feel each sweet hitch of her womb, each clenching beg for more as her lungs struggle and she is driven higher and higher with orgasmic pleasure. 
 
Buck pumps harder and harder into her. I can feel her quiver as she misses her release. Alaric poured cum into her snatch. As he withdraws, her hand latch to her sulled cunt, fingering and rubbing herself sloppily as I feel My Buck finally press into my cunt. 
 
I melt in sheer pleasure as his wet shaft slips into me. His warmth mixes with mine as my womb begs. My mind rushed with lust as I slammed my ass back into him. He wasn't fast enough I needed him to pound me now, no waiting.
  
A doe had taken control of My Buck with ease. Vicky or something was her name. He’d been knocked over by her ass as she now road him like a slut. It was cute, watching the girl overpower him, and his previous quarry began ravaging his ass, begging for another ride after hers. 
  
It was a pathetically needy display and it was why her mistress was here. To watch her cute fuck rabbits whimper, moan, and crawl over each other for a taste of The Buck's insignificant cock. Priming and marinading them in lust and ecstasy for months to indulge in their fruit and ravage their wombs come the time. Her cock throbbed with lust as she watched the smaller of the bunnies suckle at The Buck's back door begging for more desserts. 
  
His cock plunged in and out, my ass slamming into the borrows floor, Alaric was tired but I wouldn’t let such a fine cock rest. My womb cried out in agonizing lust for his seed. It was all I could think about. The rich creaming warmth of his sperm in me. The nawing feeling burning my mind away doused by his supple and velvety seed. The pure joy and ecstasy of one of the girls, pulling my legs open and greedily lapping at my well-eared desserts while I basked in the post-orgasmic arousal and stimulation. All the while my heat is building and building till ill beg for more, or till I take a Gib for the night. Whichever came first. 
 
He was grunting hard, ragged gasp pushed his tired old throat as I slammed into him. He was getting close and so was I. Yanking the small ones face up by the ears I pressed her soft velvety nose into my cunt and ordered her to lick, to suckler to lap at my cunt until I was finishing. The dutiful and shy rabbit agreed without protest and I felt her soft nose press against my clit, twitching as she sniffed my heat-baring cunt. She was being far too coy and My Alaric was far too close. 
 
Grasping her head with my legs I forced her to start on my turns. She was a slut for breathplay so far. So let me encourage her. She didn't even struggle. Just whimper and sniffle on my burning clit before latching on and sucking like the good whore she was. Like the good whore we were. 
 
Alaric's bouncing returned with vigor as the small thing pushed a finger into him. It was like riding a wild beast as he railed into me with newfound reckless abandon. I screamed out in decadent debauchery as is dutifully dug deep into my damp snatch. On the edge as he started to pump a white hot stick into me. I forced the girl to work harder pressing her face deeper into my slit as she work. Pressure growing high and higher as my cunt began to sing for Alaric cum. 
 
On the edge of release, I pushed her off me and plunged my fingers in to fill the void of his rapidly shrinking cock. Pressing my g and rubbing my clit I whilded out squirting on the bunny's face and soaking her in ribbons of ejected cum. 
 
My animalistic mind took over and I was on her. Licking his sweet and salty cum off her face, sneaking a kiss, probing her mouth for any hidden treats. It was all I could think of all I could do. I needed each last drop of his batter in me. After she was thoroughly licked clean and covered in my spit I pinned her again. Face in the dirt once more I spread the cheeks of her ass and began to lap up and suckle on the batter of her womb. I needed it all. It all had to be mine. 
  
I watched on longer and longer, as My Buck ran himself thin fucking every one of my toys, as they fought over his weak seed, and then fucked each other again. My cock aching with excitement. I’d waited long enough. I’d watched long enough. Stepping past my Gib guard I grabbed the nearest whore. A dark chocolate bunny soaked in girl juices and as of yet unsullied by My Bucks cock. 
 
Throwing her over my throne I prepared. Her slit is soft warm and small. Suddenly twitching with any move I made. Trying at every chance she got to rub her cute pink clit on me. “I’ll give you the formality of giving me your name since I don't remember you fuck meat” 
 
“Fynn Miss V- ahhhhh” I plunged into her sweet soft pussy, spreading her small cunt wide as I stretched her out. She screamed like a virgin. Begged me to pull out almost immediately 
 
“Dont degrade yourself, You’re not some new foal in need of coddling are you”
 
“Sor sooo sr sorry miiisss” she grunted through clenched teeth “It's my first… my first… my first season” Oh well maybe she is then. It doesn’t change the fact I need a good fuck and she's what my cocks hilted in. 
 
I continued pushing deep into her as her pussy dripped with anticipation, blood, and precum. Such a cute girl. So glad her first cock is a proper one and not My Bucks cock. If she learns quickly, she might have a place somewhere. Her freshly split cunt was an advantage. 
 
She finally quelled her sniviling and let a moan escape her lips as I lifted her up and fully hilted my cock in her. She was bloated, cock bulging out of her belly, I could feel her tight cervix clenching against my intrusion. Sitting back down on my throne to look out over my heated harem. 
 
I gave her just enough slack to stand on the balls of her feet. But while she rested my cock would probe her guts and press her lungs, choking her. She pushed up to her tiptoes and pulled down a haggard breath before slipping, plunging deeper into my cock. And this is where the cycle began. Each gasp of air had her shaky leg buckle and fail.
 
Each lustful hum drove me higher and higher as she whimpered on my cock. Her soft moans echoed through the borrow until the sated moans of tried whores sang out in the den. Buck sweaty and slick released the last rabbit humping in lust. A tall red-headed girl. 
 
He approached my soaked throne, tired and pleading eyes. It was cute. Sliding the haggard gasping girl off my thick cock. I presented her sulked cunt to my “prized” buck as I pressed on the girl's back end. Buck barely reached the girl. 
 
She shrieked and squealed as we both slid into her. Begging her senses to give as her heat burns for more seed. Her delectable scream is stifled by My Buck stealing her voice as he lazily fucks the used-up girl. 
 
Bucks rhythm against my cock and the fin or something orgasmic clenching drove me up and up till finally as the doe and buck came I was pushed over the edge depositing a thick seed into the girl as she mews over her soaked loins. 
 
The day's work isn’t finished….

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

I had the disappointment of a breeding stud trudging through the wet February snow on his hands and knees. The crossing of the glade didn’t take long but it was enough to leave the hairless buck shivering as we entered my borrow. I had no studs for the rest of this season so I couldn’t do anything to him too permanent this early in the season. The Gibs and Mollys were useful but without balls, they were just cocks and less horny whores to keep the Fluffle happy. 
 
I needed to show him my…. Displeasure. He took far too long to breed the whores. The noon to mid-after day had dragged into the crisp dusk of late winter. I wanted to be in my bed, with gibs satisfied and something warm to shove my cock in for the night. He might actually do for that. I don't expect another season out of him, and ruining him like that won’t stop him from breeding my hares. 
 
I licked my lips at the devilish thought. Him, stretched out over the coming months, every night, warn out until he's just a lip fuck toy for the girls. Then I could claim my prize. What would I take? Most certainly not his cock, it's far too small for me to want. I’ll need to pick better next year. I want a pet with enough girth to train my whores.
 
She continued to ponder her plans as she crawled deeper and deeper into her underground kingdom of kink all the while, a tired old buck followed, Ice cold. 
  
Mistress sat in the dining hall, silently eating as I slurped on her cock tucked under the table. My soft suckling is the only sound in the quiet borrow. The winter snow still numbs hands and knees.
 
Her cock is thick, plunging deep into my throat with each bob, once I felt like she would rip my throat open. Now hilting her I’m me while not comfortable didn’t leave me gasping in pain unable to talk. 
 
Despite the cold quelling my loins, having her in me, struggling to breathe, moaning on her thick hard cock, I was at half-mast. Cock twitching in erotic pain after a day of breeding the whore. Tender and red from my good work. 
 
Her sweet dick began twitching, and her massive paw pressed my head into her, wafting in her musk as she pumped my guts full of a steamy hot meal. She kept filling me, my stomach distending as she pumped harder and harder. It bubbled over cum spurting from my mouth as my fat belly gurgled, falling to the floor and coughing up cum struggling to breathe. Much of it has gone down the wrong pipe. 
 
A kick in my ribs reminded me of my place, and still choking on cum I returned to my duties. Sucking her was my place. 
  
My Buck, dutiful as ever, has spent the last several hours pleasuring me. His throat makes a warm cock sleave in the late winter months. His eyes had dulled tho. No longer the rich deep brown of yesteryear. They were flat another sign of his failings. 
 
Most of my Gibs and Molly's had returned now, with a few staying behind with the girls they enjoyed or to sated their appetites. It was time now. My Buck needed this lesson if he was to give me another season. 
 
Raising to my feet I cast out an order “We are going to my antechamber, gib fetch me some roped” as I pointed to a charcoal grey gib
 
My Buck looked confused as my cock slipped out of his mouth with a loud audible
SPop. 
Was my favorite toy of the last 5 years really that dumb? Had he not noticed his transgression this day? In his confusion, he lost his decorum as he spoke out
 
“Why are we goin…” kicking his face was a highlight, the way he bounced on the floor, shocked his mistress had punished him for his transgressions. 
 
“You don't get to speak unless spoken to My Buck” I chastised him for his mistake. Not giving him time to offend again, I turned and left the room, dragging him by his lead until he pulled himself together and followed unaided. 
 
My Buck was securely tied in the center of the room, dangling from his arms, his face consumed with fear, he knew his place, beneath me and begging for his life. 
 
“Alright, my sweet fixed whores, My Buck here took far too long to do his duties today, so as a gift for your loyal service… enjoy him,” I said with a smug smile as I left the room to them. I’d return when I wanted a cut and to finish his punishment.

What had I done? Had I made a mistake tonight? Why did she string me up and….. She spoke and before I could register her words the world spun as my head creaked back for the Gibs fist. Another Molly had hilted her cock in me, relishing in my agonized clenching. 
 
My guts ached as another fist sank into them, giving the larger she Gibs a shuttering orgasm, coating my guts in her clear batter before withdrawing and being replaced by thankfully a smaller Gibs cock. It wasn’t like I hadn't taken the mistress's cock before. But anything even remotely that big is hard on my smaller body.
 
This Gib was furious in his fucking, he railed me like he hadn’t fucked in 5 seasons. I was left whimpering and moaning as he did. Eyes blurred in ecstasy and pleasure. A phase that would come crashing down as one of the Gibs kicked in my knee, bucking and snapping it cried out in pain as my arms supported my whole weight. 
 
My shoulders pulled to the farthest extent then farther as pain radiated through me. The Gibs didn’t care, disregarding my cries and pleas, continuing their onslaught. One bold she gib even started licking up my tears, grinding her cock into my side.

The “luck” Buck squirmed under my fist each gut shot sending him writhing on our cock. He was whimpering and begging, which only invigorated the group. Whiling on his scarred body was a highlight and a treat we rarely got. He was of course meant for breeding and the mistresses' pleasure. Getting to while in the bastard that got to keep his balls over me was exhilarating. 5 long years of being in his shadow. All I wanted was to render as much violence upon him as I could. His tight clenching was a bonus as I rail him hanging limply in the air. 
 
I bite into his shoulder slinking my teeth in. The soft meat of his collar was juice and tough. Blood dripped down my chin, with excitement invigorating me. I plunged deeper and deeper. He whimpered as my teeth carved into him. 
 
With each clench, my shaft bubbled with excitement. Each hit of a gib or punch of a molly sent shivers down his spine. I called out in hedonistic lust as I pumped my empty seed into him. Biting down on his shoulder drawing blood. Its iron taste mixes with my sweet ecstasy.

I could barely breathe like this. The force on my chest prying mulse to action and stifling my breath. My lungs were crying with the pitiful lack of oxygen. My sex burned with want dribbling precum on the floor. Something I would regret in a moment
 
A Gib plunged a rough stick down my shaft, not a sound. It was excruciating. I saw rivulets of blood drip out of me as I screamed in unholy agony. The Gibs for their part just chuckled and laughed as he fucked my urethra with a dirty wood. I burst out into sobs as my cock was ravaged and destroyed by this horny Gib fucks. 
 
He pushed it deeper and deeper until my cock swallowed it. Pulling it in and pressing the sharp end into my bladder. Another Gib shoved a stink in again pushing down until it clashed with the first. I was at the edge something was gonna rip. I couldn’t rip. I scream out “ Mistress Victoria please”
 
A door slammed open and the room fell silent. I heard her heavy footfalls behind me. Eyes clutched tight. I know I’d made a mistake but I couldn’t just let the gibs ruin me. 
 
“Are you meant to be unheard My Buck”  Her booming voice sunk into my soul grafting fear into it and taking up home in my heart.

“T t they were gonna r rr ruin me” I sob out in terror. She spun me my fucked leg dragging behind me. Wordlessly she played with the sounds before cutting my line.
 
I slammed into the cold floor gasping for air denied to me. “I see. My gibs have misbehaved.” my cock dripped with blood soaking the floor. “I may be too late. We’ll see. Gibs leave me I want my share”
 
My mind echoed with those words. Unaware of the pressing force on my shoulders and entrance. My mind betrayed my sense as she plunged into me, her thick cock stretching the body absent of a mind. Spiraling over those words. I should have called sooner, should have been more carefully
 
The absent pet was dragged back to reality as teeth tore his ear from his scalp. The sound became muddled and mixed. His mistress above moans and grunts as she railed him echoed like thunder the the trickles of blood and the pacing of gibs were silent. 
 
Her cock thrust deeper and deeper into me, and her grunts and moans pitched ever higher until she hit her crescendo, pouring sweet vixen bliss into my guts. Exhaustion had claimed me. Laying on the floor the last thing running across my mind were her final words to me. “We’ll see”
  
His guts, as always, were tight and squeezed me. He may not have a notable cock but his ass was worth it. Clamping down on me. My hand was drawn back to the cute rough wooden sound that would ruin his cock if I didn't deal with it soon. 
 
Swiring it back and forth, he let out a crying moan. Sweet tears dripped down his face. Licking the nectar only softened him more, releasing the sweet treat as I played with him. 
 
He squeezed me again suddenly pulling me to climax, pumping cum into his gut my nails digging into his shoulder, staining his skin red. His whimper brought me up and up unloading into him and feeling his limp form leak out my seed on the floor. 
 
Rapping my hands around his neck I plunged him deeper on my cock, spitting him like meat, choking him. His little dick came pumping blood and cum out in a pathetic and adorable display. 
 
I rammed into his soft guts, pulling ever more gurgled and exhausted pleas from my meat. I was going too far but I was enjoying myself too much. Who cares if I have a light season I'll find a replacement, and I'll get to watch him struggle all broken. 
 
He pressed his hands into the bulge of his stomach, trying to push against me, to unimpale his guts from my cock. What a bold display of rebellion, one I could not let go. I slammed his face into the dirt, pressing all my weight into him with each thrust, feeling his tiny bones struggle not to creak and give under my pressure. 
 
He was mine, all mine, he didn’t get a say in how I treated him. His sobs mixed with the dirt caking his poor face in mud. His stumped ear coated to, oh how it must burn. Red and brown mixed on his face with a backdrop of purple and blues giving him a wholly new look I quite liked. 
 
My dirty stud was falling limb now. Deprived of air and no longer struggling. His clenching grew weak. He’d need a break. Releasing my grip I let him lay their body struggling to remember what to do until on the edge of snuffing him, he gasped for sweet air, coughing dryly into the dirt. He gets to breathe. For now. 
  
She hadn’t stopped, she’d kept railing against me. Orgasm after orgasm. My gaping cock twitched begging for attention as it leaked blood. Her long nail and finger pierced my shaft, pushing ever deeper as I wailed out in horrific pain. I felt her nail dig into my soft tissue, slicing it and gushing blood, coating her coppery fingers in my silken sanguine. 
 
Her finger joined the rhythm of her cock, with each slam it plunged deeper and deeper, each withdrawal had the nail cutting back up my insides, slicing me open evermore. I was a sobbing mess crying as I watched her ruin my cock ruin my life. I was fuck meat I was a meal I was a trophy I’d never recover from this. 
 
Her sweet seed pumped into my ass once more. And as she did I felt it. I felt the ruining of my life or my seasons. Her claw split down my cock, slicing the half and half along its length, blood poured from my hard cock like guts from a butchered deer. I watched it go flaccid as my lifeblood poured out. 
 
And it didn’t stop she dug deeper and deeper. I felt the nail hilt into me. Nail tearing my vas deferens, slicing into my taint and balls. In horrific fear, I soaked myself. Not that it would much after as her claw ruined me. Exposed balls hung low as I fell to the floor crying blood cum and fear piss mixed below as I saw my lifeline shatter. 
 
“Uh you appear to be broken” her words rang out in my skull. So blasy so apathetic. She’d done this to me. I couldn’t let this be it, this couldn’t be my end. Cleaning to her eyes filled with tears I begged I pleaded 
 
“ I can still breed please please I can still breed.”
 
“We’ll see” her last words as she left me their balls burning against the dirt blood dripping down my legs. Ruined. I was ruined.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Charlotte lay tired on the den floor. Most girls were still burning with unsated lust, fucking each other or letting the Gibs and Molly's help. Charlotte had never so much as touched one of them. She wasn’t meant to until her first heat. But the thought of from now until her end being able to sleep every night with one of their thick cocks buried in her warm pussy, their soft hands clasped on her clit as she drifts off to sleep in pure filled ecstasy and pleasure. 
 
The thoughts of her future consumed her as embers of her loins slowly caught once more. Heat flooded her brain making her hot with lust. Charlotte was about to mew out for one when her ears were clamped, she flailed as whoever began dragging her across the den.
 
Looking up she saw Rose, deep black with a single droopy ear. Rose was a molly but more than that she was the Den Mother. The only Molly she’d really gotten to see or interact with till now. 
 
Her soft pink nose twitched as she smiled down at Charlotte making her lions flood with need. 
 
Through muffled teeth “Don’t worry cutie you're in good paws” she giggled. It was cute. She was always nice to Charlotte and made her feel safe. 
 
The much larger bunny, twice her size, near trice, deposited her in a soft bed or grasses. Nice scarlet silken cloth draped over it. The Den Mother’s room was nice. A small nightstand and bureau, the latter had a scattering of black red, and white candles burning. Behind it was a nice mirror. Fine skins lined her floor and covered the entrance, providing a level of unfamiliar privacy. 
 
Rose nuzzled into Charlotte's neck before stepping over her. The large rabbit's thick dripping cock, leaking over the much smaller hare as she crossed. Wetting the girl and exciting her.
 
Charlotte's paws found her slit, pushing a finger in as the bunny prowled the den getting ready for…whatever she was doing. Slowly rubbing her clit mewling out with joy. Den Mother giggled at her sweet noises.  
 
Charlotte was lost in her own mind, heat taking her as she played. She wanted more cock, and she wanted it now. She felt the cold soft nose press into her slit. Sending shivers up her spine as the bitter cold mixed with her sex in a way not too dissimilar to water and oil. 
 
Rose was there with a bottle of lube resting between Charlotte’s legs. She pushed Charlotte's hands out of the way, running her tongue up her slit. She hitched in excitement, Rose's hands running up her body, groping her tits, lacing and trailing fingers around her nipples. Pulling weak needy moans from Charlotte.
 
Rose seizes her opportunity, locking lips with the writhing bunny, pressing her body and tongue down, pinning Charlotte under her much larger body. Cock teasing her slit, threatening to plunge deep. Her pre-mixing with the bunnies' anticipation gush. 
 
Rose parted from Charlotte letting her breath. “Good girl so ready to accept your Den Mother,” Charlotte couldn’t think, just gasping out as she ground on Rose’s cock. “Awe is the new doe wordless? Don’t worry cute thing, Den Mother will take care of you” She leaned in and whispered “You’re in good paws, very good paws”
 
Rose’s hand cradles Charlotte's head, dark eyes piercing into the bunny, driving her even deeper into being a needed mess. Den Mother didn’t wait, she was good like that. Her kit needed attention and she provided. Plunging deeper into Charlotte, her needy screams echoing in the room. Invigorating the kits outside, their lust burning more as the private session continued.
 
Her cock was massive, stretching the girl's newly sullied pussy to the edges of its flex. Her cock’s slow plunge halted with a soft tap on her cervix. Looking down she saw Rose’s cock. Pink with black dots towards its base, head barely hidden within Charlotte.
 
Charlotte's belly bulge out, it was so much more than Alaric, fuck why is Alaric not this big. She felt full in a way she never could have imagined. 
 
Rose's gaze was like honey on Charlotte’s mind, sticky and coating her in sweet delight. Her words we like sugar, buzzing on her tongue and mind as she spoke “Tonight I’ll break you in my cute Charlotte.” leaning in Charlotte felt her massive breasts press into her, adding more kindling to her fire. “Anything you want just ask nicely love.”
 
Slowly she started thrusting in and out of Charlotte, whimpering with each. Her sex grew hotter and hotter as Rose lovingly caressed her face. Running her thumb over her lips. The cute young rabbit nibbled on the earthy treat. 
 
The rich salts and dirt of the world mixed with her burning heat, eye-locking and blowing out at the majestic big boobed goth bunny pondering her newly broken cunt. Her loving hands took care to support her, to draw her mind away from her heat for a brief reprieve from its euphoria, replacing it with decidedly delightful distractions. 
 
Finger circled her nipple, giving it a slight tug. Charlotte bit her lip and moaned louder, her song joining the chorus of the harem. 
 
Charlotte's mind wandered back to Harreta's words on their sweet Den Mother and Mollys, that the Molly's got to live the longest. Mistress liked them and let them grow big. And was she big! Her cock was nowhere near as big as Mistress, but then again mistress was nearly four times Charlotte's Size and had a massive cock in proportion too. 
  
Rose ran her hands through Charlotte's hair, gently gripping her ears as she thrust deepening. The girl's blue eyes were beautiful to the Den Mother, all her wards were beautiful, but this one was especially so. All she could think about was keeping her. As far as Rose was concerned she was her, Mistress wouldn’t care, she gave Rose the run of the den. She was her favorite and Rose knew how to exploit that for her own ends. 
 
“You know sweet Charlotte you are the gem of mistress hoard” the bunny blushed “I’m gonna keep you doll, you are mine, tomorrow when I'm done with you clean out your den” The dawning realization lit her face on fire. She leaned in close pulling the girl up from the bed and whispering. “You sleep here from now on” 
 
Fuuuuuuck she clenched down on me cumming, squirting, and lubing up my cock. Her gritted face was seizing in ecstasy. Eyes wide with satisfaction. God, she was a treat. 
  
She came, came harder than she ever had, which wasn’t a high bar yet but now it was. Lovingly embraced by her Den Mother. Face pressed into her bust, limp in the goth bunny’s arm. Each thrust pushed her higher and higher. No reprieve from her post-orgasmic bliss. Building up again. 
 
 She had slowed her movements, not enough to stop the new building orgasm but enough to keep her on the edge.” Gosh, cutie Haystack would have loved you, so soft and pliable. He would have enjoyed you” 
 
“Who” moaned the bunny barely aware of what she was asking
 
“Awe he was the buck before Alaric, a nice boi, big-cocked, a sweetie with a stunning golden visage. He was a partner for a time”
 
“Partner?”
 
“Oh you silly, a partner is what you are. Someone
I’m
gonna fuck more than others, dot on and make happy.”
 
She moans approvingly 
 
“Hassie would have liked you too now that I think about it. Another old buck, but she was like me. One of Mistress's favorites. She could take a thick cock like a champ and was a drooler. Oh, she was sweet.”
  
She went on and on about the old bucks She'd seen but all Charlotte could think about was what was on Rose's nightstand. A knife…. Fuck she wanted so bad. She was dripping with excitement, lustful girl juice leaking down over Rose's sheets.
 
The elder Molly noticed and found it cute. She was so clearly pining for her sweet knife. 
 
“Do you like her?” asked Rose 
 
Charlotte yipped “What?”
 
She firmly gripped Charlotte’s neck pulling her close arching her back and making and cunt ach worse. She was being a needy whore on that cock. 
 
Her other hand extended. First to cop a feel sending shivers down Charlotte’s spine. Then to reach for it. A hand slowly extended towards Charlotte's desire, gripping the near-black wooden handle and pressing it into Charlotte's neck. 
 
“This. Do you like this cute little knife pressed into your skin” 
 
Charlotte whimpered and squirmed “Yes” she cried out needly. 
 
“Beg for it” 
  
Those words rang in Charlotte's head beg, beg for Den Mother to cut you beg for Den Mother to destroy your womb like fräuleins. To rip it out and make the other does push it back in. Beg for every dark desire you've seen in the den to be inflicted upon you. She couldn’t contain her needly whore mouth 
 
“Please

please

Den Mother, please cut me while you fuck me, break my womb opened with your think cock ruin me

please ruin me

”
 
The Den Mother was taken back at that request. With every beg, the girl's cunt bared down on her squeezing her ever high. Fuck she was gonna cum soon. She'd picked right. 
 
She gave a long pause building up more needly tension in Charlotte's cunt, milking every drop of anticipation for everything it was worth. Finally, she leaned into the girl. Breast pressing into Charlotte's back again, sending waves of pleasure through the two 
 
“One cut” She whispered into Charlotte's ear. 
 
She came she came right there on Rose's cock with only a word. Anticipation smashing through the roof and crashing back down. 
 
And it began. A dance. Knife elegantly waltzing over her skin. A line between the breast, down to her womb where it traced out its shape, pulling her twitching and moaning out higher. Rose presses the knife into Charlotte's neck right in the jugular, tracing down its length, under her breast now. The girl is hitching in anticipation, cumming over and over on her cock. She's so close now. 
 
Knife tracing back down her belly. Edge, now poised to cut her clit down the center. Charlotte can't contain herself excitement mixing with fear soiling the sheets with anticipation and invigorating her Den Mother. 
 
With one final thrust, Den Mother pumps hot stick into her cunt slicing up her clit. The pain, the pleasure, the knowledge her body with never be the same again, that she's been forever marked by Rose, claimed. 
 
She cums over and over as Rose rubs her split clit forcing her mind to the edges and milking the Molly's cock 
 
Eventually, the two finish their ecstasy, Rose collapsing back pulling Charlotte back with her. Snuggling the young does into her breast. 
 
All Charlotte can do is pant and contemplate her actions. She'd begged to be ruined and Rose had obliged, cutting her most intimate place. Blood still dripped down her legs reminding her, along with the searing pain. Fuck what had sh…
 
Spolp
 
Rose's now flaccid cock popped out sending Charlotte into a moaning grinding mess as her clit shakes. 
 
Grinding the air got the needy whore nowhere. Eventually, the lust subsided and she calmed. 
 
“Was that good my pet” pet she just called her pet… and she liked it, god and mistress, she liked it, and wanted to hear more. 
 
“Thank you Den Mother Rose”
 
“You're welcome my toy”
 
The two snuggled for what felt like an eternity. Enraptured in the afterglow. 
 
Charlotte shifted, and tried to leave the snuggles pile for water but instead was pressed into Den Mother's glorious rack. Her nipples perky and tight dripping, without thinking she latched on guzzling sweet milk as the two continued to bask in each other. 
  
Rose broke the pile next. Sneaking an unsoiled pillow under her prize's head and laying her down. She hadn't even started to remove the sheets when her princess needly moaned for her. 
 
“Please not yet I still need more Rose, Please give me more”
 
How could she refuse such an adorable bunny, especially one in such burning needy heat? The girl's arms and legs stretched out inviting her new owner. Rose found her place straddling the girl's stomach cock half-mast from just the needly moans. 
 
“Suck pet, and I'll consider it” She know the answer, she would fuck her again, and again, every time she asked her. 
  
She got to work. The tip barely fit her mouth, tongue lapping under her foreskin. As she grew Charlotte retreated or tried to. Den Mother stopped her. Her ever-growing cock pierced her throat and drove out any semblance of thought. 
 
Cock was good, Den Mother's cock will stretch me, stretch my throat till it snaps, my cunt it's pulled out, my ass till it rips apart, Cut me, stab me, kill me, I want it
  
Rose loved that look. The look she got from does so enamored with her cock, so needy to be snuffed. It was perfect. Her tongue had grown stagnant and was not pleasing her as such anymore. 
 
Cock half hilted in the girl's throat, she pushed deeper, her tight cunt throat milking her. Charlotte grew more and more frantic, unable to breathe throat about to split open
  
Her hand found her ruined clit and cunt. Rubbing and fingering herself. Her needy moans echoed through the now early morning den. Rosing her fellow does. Charlotte was too distracted by her newly split clit to notice the slow trickle of girls into the Den Mothers room, at first to clean her bed but soon they joined in. The needy moans of a dozen does in heat joined her. Some playing with one another others trying to please and court Den Mother for her next round.
 
That was when she noticed. A soft tongue joined her hands and pushed them away. Sucking her clit, tonguing the grove between her halves, when Rose’s cock plunged into her again the does begin licking it with each thrust and sucked on her clit even harder, playing with her split parts brought her more and more pleasure and pain. Others joined in caressing their bodies, sucking and biting her tits, all distractions, tho welcome ones, from her owner's thick cock railing her. 
 
With a twist of Charlotte's nipple by a does, she came again clamping down on her Den Mother's enamoring phallus and pushing her over the edge, their panting moaning bodies lay slack on the floor, nearly exhausted at a night of debauchery. 
  
Rose gripped her new toy's face, giving the bunny a kiss on the nose before consuming her in one, tongue pressing pinning hers down, sloppy and forcibly controlling her mouth for her pleasure as the two rested. Charlotte couldn't think of anything better to seal her fate as Den Mothers next whore, but she was still longing for something. 
 
But it would have to wait. Rose lay her down gently, letting her tired form sink into the soft bed, she began to morning rituals letting the young tired doe rest, herding the fluffle out of her room and into the main den just in time for the buck. 
 
She did not need to be present for today's heat breeding; instead, she returned to her borrowed room and caught a glimpse of her hare’s tail twitching, still in joy and ecstasy.
  
All Charlotte could think about as she heard the breeding frenzy start was the knife, dry blood on its blade, resting on a scarlet cloth. She wanted it, she wanted to feel it again, the rust of another cut. Maybe she should beg, Rose Would request begging wouldn’t she?
 
Rose’s hands clasped her tits as she became a little spoon, her thick flaccid cock stirring her again, she had not the energy to fuck again, at least not now. Her mewled to her new owner 
 
“Den Mother Rose, please please cut me again, I need it please.”
  
Rose was tired and her new pet clearly needed the attention. Her hand wandered down to the does cunt and began to work. The other reached over to her small pet and grabbed the knife. Her choice of where to cut first was novel, she normally branded her pets with the first cut. But in the fever of heat and need she chose something more suited to giving her pleasure than marking her pet. 
 
She let her climb higher and higher, relishing her moans for after this everyone would know she was hers, even Mistress respected her marks, tho Rose did love sharing with her. 
 
Finally, the rush hit its crescendo, and with the blade to her skin, slicing between her breast leaving a straight gash up her chest as the girl desperately writhed in pleasure. Each cut she would give her pet would be like this, done with meaning, slowly, one at a time, until she was a needy whimpering snuff slut engraved with the most beautiful of art, a craft made by her. 
 
She pressed a cloth against the wound to stem her bleeding and snuggled in close, holding and petting the girl as they both drifted off to sleep, hours of fucking behind them. She was a good pet for the harem and would be a good pet for her use and eventually her mistress. 
 
The painful moans of the buck being used by the rest of the girls were like a lullaby drifting her off to sleep, arms rapped claiming her newest prize. The young does, still twitching with excitement as she falls into a restful sleep.