The wolf runs, his four legs burning with effort as he propels himself forward with the urgency of a beast on the hunt, his lupine maw stretched back in a hungry rictus as he pulls in ragged lungfuls of air, his tongue lolling from his mouth, streaming rivulets of saliva in his wake. Heedless of the brambles and thorns catching at his thick pelt of black fur, the wolf barrels through the spiny underbrush, his only thoughts focused solely upon his prey. The wolf’s broad paws rake at the forest floor, tearing soil and grass from the Earth in pursuit of his predacious desires. Ahead of him, his lupine eyes watch the fluffy cottontail of his prey with a primal fixation, determined to never let her slip from his sight. The rabbit flees, darting through shrubs and brambles in a desperate gamble, if she slows the wolf will surely catch her, her only choice is to run, run as fast as her leporine legs can carry her. Her heart races, pumping blood into her limbs, her efforts are valiant, but she knows they aren’t enough. The rabbit’s long, lop ears can hear every head step of the wolf’s paws as he gains on her, he’s so close now. She bursts through the underbrush and her heart drops as her hazel eyes behold a wide open clearing, her advantage is lost. On open ground the wolf would be upon her in seconds. A heartbeat later the wolf crashes into the clearing, his lupine snout slicked with blood welling from myriad scratches and cuts where thorns whipped across his maw, but the stinging pain is nothing compared to the feral hunger within. His hindlegs coil with power for one final effort, then the wolf launches himself in a savage lunge, arcing through the air before crashing into his prey without grace or mercy. The rabbit squeaks as the wolf’s heavy paw rests against her delicate spine, just below her sharp shoulder blades, pressing her firmly against the forest floor with a fraction of his beastly weight. The wolf’s hot, damp breath washes over her fur as her lowers his panting maw towards her vulnerable body, sending her heart racing with renewed fear of what’s to come.
“Oh, little rabbit,” the wolf growls between ragged breaths, “how does it feel to have run so hard, only to have still been caught beneath my paw?”
“Please,” the rabbit gasps with a desperate, shrill voice, “please don’t eat me! I, I don’t want to die!”
The wolf chuckles darkly, his voice thick with predatory amusement at the pathetic struggling of his quarry. With an ungraceful movement, the wolf lifts his paw from the rabbit’s frail spine before forcing the little rabbit onto her back, baring her supple, white furred belly to his lupine gaze. Before the rabbit can seize her chance to flee, the wolf’s paw comes to a rest against her flat, fluffy chest, trapping her beneath his musculature once more.
“Are you offering to be something more than my meal, little rabbit?” the wolf growls with malicious mirth, “What could you have that I would want more than your meat?”
“Anything!” the rabbit squeaks with unrestrained desperation, “I’ll do anything, give you anything, just please don’t eat me!”
The wolf’s lupine eyes narrow in thought, his body burns with hunger, but there’s another, far more primal desire that courses through his veins like maddening fire. Between his hindlegs, the wolf’s bulging testicles churn with pent up need, eager to release a torrent of potent wolf seed into the wet hole of anything female... including a desperate little rabbit. The wolf’s gaze drifts down the rabbit’s supple body, his eyes widening as he sees that his captured prey has parted her furry thighs slightly, giving the wolf a tantalizing glimpse of her leporine slit. Just the barest hint of her fluffy bunny cunt is enough to stir the wolf’s canine member tucked away in his fat, fuzzy sheath. The wolf finds himself intrigued, perhaps this little rabbit is worth more outside of his belly.
The wolf’s eyes darken, and he spits out a furious growl, “Try to flee and I’ll rip you apart, little rabbit.”
The rabbit nods in fearful understanding and squeaks, “I won’t run, I promise!”
Spurned onward by instinctive desire, the primal lust of an alpha ready to breed a willing bitch, the wolf presses his cold, wet nose against the rabbit’s furry chest. His nostrils flare as he breathes in deeply, inhaling the terrified rabbit’s scent with rapacious greed. She smells of