Wolf and Bunny, Mother and Son

A short cute piece requested off twitter. Wolfgirl who adopted a bunny boy while still keeping a bit of their predator/prey relationship alive in their weekly games. Sort of like winding your kid up with play wrestling, but it's hunting in the woods to feed their instincts. I always like toeing that line of affection and aggression.

Also figured they were more like neko/cat ears type animal people over furries. The anime notion of a bunny boy over a Zootopia one. But imagine how you like.

“Ready, darling?” the voice purred behind Dylan. Just hearing it made his legs tense and his spine shiver, spurring on his instincts to run. He made himself wait patiently as his long, straight ears perked up attentively.

“Ready,” the bunny boy breathed back, holding it in as best he could to stay ready.

“Reaaaally ready?” she pressed. His mother smiled as she paced behind him slowly. She loved to tease him just before their chase. It made him skittish and faster. Much more fun that way. She ran her fingers along one of his ears, brushing through his soft brown hair before stroking a dull claw tip along his cheek.

“Yes, mom,” the boy gulped. There was no hiding the fact that the bunny boy was adopted. Even spending his whole life with her, there was no way a wolf-woman could have birthed a bunny-boy. He was nothing like her, but adored her all the same as if they were blood-related.

“Then you have 10 seconds. Run little bunny,” Dylan’s mom whispered. His keen ears twitched and he ran off at an incredible sprint, his strong little legs carrying him far and fast. He breathed deeply and rapidly, his body tingling with the usual mix of fear and excitement. It was their favorite game to play together, but his mother didn’t let him do it too often. Once a week was the rule. Two if he was an especially good boy. It just made his tiny little heart race so much that she didn’t want him to press his lean little body too hard.

Dylan darted deep into the woods behind their yard. They lived on the outskirts of town, which gave the mixed humanoid family plenty of space and privacy. He was a common, brown-haired boy in his late teens. He was skinny and hairless around his body, making him look younger and girlier than he was. The fact that he was a bunny didn’t help the idea; he had long rabbit ears poking out through his short and scruffy hair and a puffball of a tail at the back of his wide hips. The only things that weren’t especially slender were his powerful thighs and buns that launched him through the dark woods in just his shorts and t-shirt.

He sniffed the air and tilted his ears as he raced through the night. His nose picked up on his mother’s familiar scent and he immediately feinted right, just to rocket off to his left. Mom’s crunching footsteps kept coming at their relentless pace. Not as quick as his, but far heavier and unrelenting.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck,” he mewled in his soft and tiny voice. His heart pounded as he pushed himself to stay ahead. To keep moving and dodging. Mommy would catch him eventually, but he wanted to make good prey for her. She was always so proud when he lasted longer than usual, and would punish and tease him when he was too slow for her to have any fun.

His wolven den-mother laughed deeply somewhere in the shadows. He darted his head around to try and spot her, but her distraction had worked wonders. She broke into a quick burst of speed and came rushing into view to cut him off.

She was a big woman, though not especially muscular or wide at a glance. She was simply tall and solid, with silvery-gray hair that grew to her middle back. A matching tail around two feet long wagged behind her broad hips, outlined by her sheer simple dress that she wore. It was loose enough to let her legs really move and still hugged to her full chest and midsection to keep from snagging on anything. Her eyes were wide and hungry as her mouth opened wide, baring its many fangs and reaching for Dylan with her claws.

“Oh shit!” he squeaked as he drove a heel into the ground. He kicked up a small mound of dirt with his hasty u-turn, shrinking down to be as hard a target as possible. His mother’s grabbing claws swept over him, close enough to graze his sensitive ears but missing by a hair. He felt his flopping ears slap against her breasts as he whirled and darted off towards one of her sides. She momentarily lost sight of him beneath the shade of her round and heavy breasts before catching his movement in the kicked up grass.

“There you are,” Luna said, baring her fangs in a grin past her red-painted lips. “Mama’s good little prey.”

Her nostrils flared, focusing on his scent before she went barreling after him. Dylan ducked branches and darted around rocks while she was big and strong enough to burst through the wood and bound over the stones. He knew he couldn’t hide from her nose, so he pumped his legs until the muscles burned. He hopped onto a fallen tree trunk, trying to use it to bound up a rocky hill to buy himself a few seconds. That pause was all it took for his mother to overtake him. He felt her bulk slam into him, tackling him into the cool leaves beneath them.

“Got you!” she chimed. Her strong hands pinned his wrists to the ground while her breasts pushed into his skinny little chest. Dylan’s torso puffed up and down as he stared at her, his eyes wide and wild from her induced adrenaline rush.

“You always get me, mommy,” Dylan panted, laughing breathlessly as he stared at her. His senses were all on high alert. She could feel his heart pounding against her breast as her muscles tightened against him. His shorts left his erection similarly throbbing against her thigh.

“How can I do anything but chase you?” she purred. She cupped his cheek, raking her short claws over his sweaty skin. “You’re mama’s perfect little prey. My tasty little morsel.”

Luna buried her face under Dyan’s chin, kissing and nibbling affectionately. It tickled and excited the already exhausted boy enough to laugh again, squirming beneath her. His heels kicked at the dirt in a fruitless effort to escape her playful torture, giggling even as her fangs brushed his throat. This was always their game. She hunted him in the woods, letting their predator and prey instincts rush through them. She always caught him and always teased him about it before snuggling together in the woods. Most of the creatures of the world left their instincts buried and forgotten, but Luna had taught him to embrace them in the right moments.

The she-wolf buried her face into her son’s neck, opening her mouth wide enough to place her teeth around his throat. Dylan shivered at the harmless brush with danger that his mother always posed. He loved the woman who could have slaughtered and eaten him anytime she wanted. She would call him a morsel or tasty or her little sweet meat but there was clearly never any violence behind the loving woman’s words. They had plenty to eat besides her beloved son.

Still… the imagined, instinctive danger of it all excited the boy. He swallowed hard, making his Adam's apple bob between his mother’s fangs. His every breath puffed himself up to feel her treat of a bite on his skin, and her heavy breathing puffed her hefty breasts against him. He was no fighter by any means, always hiding behind his mother’s skirts. He ran and hid like the bunny he was deep down. And with himself feeling trapped, he did the only other thing his little bunny brain knew how to do.

“Mommy… sorry I’m such bad prey,” he squeaked out as his hips started to move. His apologetic humping was the last instinct he had as an option, unable to run or hide when he was buried beneath his pursuer. His already leaking hardon rubbed against her leg, trying to feel out her womanhood through their clothes.

“You are mommy’s favorite prey,” Luna praised. The forming of each word pressed fangs or tongue against his neck, milking more helpless noises from the boy. She stroked her hands over his face and down to his bony chest.

“You nearly fooled mommy back there. You’re such a good little student. Such attractive little prey…”

She really did have to admire that no matter how many times she caught him, he never just rolled over and let her catch him. Even knowing he’d lose, he came back to their little game over and over. She raised her hips slightly, smiling as the panting boy still kept humping out of blind instincts. The she-wolf glanced down to watch his hardon push uselessly into the air just shy of reaching her.

“Eaaaaasy, love,” she urged gently. Her clawed hand ran down his stomach, giving him more time to fret and prepare before her strong hand reached his sweet spot. Her fingers curled to rub the leaking precum around his hard little head.

“Mama caught you. I’ve got you…”

The prick of her fangs became a shiver down his spine. Her tail swept back and forth like a metronome tracking his heartbeat. They never penetrated his skin but it was tight enough to feel the strength and sharpness behind her bite. Dylan had been gawking for so long that he was starting to drool on the cool grass beneath them. After all his running, his heated body was rapidly warming up the forest floor beneath them.

“Mommyyyy,” the bunny whined, humping the air like it was all he knew how to do. Her amused laugh only managed to encourage him.

“Alright, sweetie. You did very good. You lasted longer than usual tonight.”

The she-wolf giggled and nuzzled at his neck, releasing her soft bite to run her strong tongue up his neck. She relished the taste of his cooling sweat before kissing the spot of tender skin. Dylan could do nothing but shudder as his mother held herself up by one hand. The other went to the neckline of her dress, sliding it down her shoulder to expose more of her fair skin. Luna rested her thumb on Dylan’s lips as she cupped his chin.

“Who’s mama’s good boy?” she pried as she peeled off her dress.

“I am,” Dylan mewled, leaking precum down his erection before she’d even touched it.

“And what do good boys say?” she pressed as she finished tugging her dress up over her head. Her massive motherly jugs bounced out from the fabric, showing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath in the spirit of their primal game.

“Wuff!” Dylan yipped obediently. He was his den mother’s pup, even if his submissive little barks came out much softer and accented than hers. Luna smiled proudly as she flashed her fangs and leaned in again. Her big breasts pressed on the bun’s skinny chest, adding even more weight to pinning his scrawny body. She felt his heart pounding beneath her bosom as she kissed his mouth, holding it a few extended seconds as she ran her fingers up his ears.

“Mama’s tasty little prey,” she purred, her breath blowing over his dampened lips.

Luna swiftly turned, facing away from him as she raised her hips and tail. Dylan tensed up as he saw a flash of her mother’s big pale behind and parted pink pussy just before she dropped it onto his face. The bunny mewled beneath her, his tongue already halfway out of his mouth as he lapped at the warm flesh. He was submissive and wild enough that it was all he could think to do and the simple demand felt so satisfying to fulfill. His humping at the air became harder and deeper, arching his back off the ground like his lower half was still trying to escape.

“Shhhh. Easy, morsel,” Luna cooed. She rubbed her hands over his muscular little thighs, pressing them back down without even trying. She overpowered him so easily once she caught him, and he was always so fired up from the chase

“You want back in mommy’s mouth, my sweet meat?” Luna pried. She felt him nodding rapidly, dragging his tongue up and down her pussy in the process. There was just something about the idea of his mother being so powerful and dangerous and never doing worse than a bit of roughhousing with him. He tasted a pulse of warm, sweet juices in between her legs as her weight shifted, pushing him deeper into her face as she bent over.

“Of course, dear. Anything for my baby boy.”

With a soft gnashing of her fangs, Luna lowered her head to his crotch. She wrapped his cock up inside her mouth and gave it several firm, cleaning licks. Dylan moaned and shuddered beneath her, his tiny nose sniffling to gasp for air and suck in his mother’s scent. His sense of smell was nowhere as powerful as Luna’s and yet he couldn’t help but relish in the smell of her excited pussy. The chase had clearly wound her up as well, and her tail wagged as his wiggling ears batted against her butt cheeks.

Luna was relishing the taste of her adoptive bun son, bobbing her head in slow, moaning motions. The wet rhythm of her mouth clenching around and licking him delighted all his senses at once, sucking his cock clean of the seasoning sweat and precum. Her appetite for her son’s flesh had her drooling all over his smooth shaft and balls, her canine ears perked up in predatory delight. The ever-present brushing of her fangs against its firm edges kept him on high alert, making him soak in his mother’s oral attention all the more keenly.

For all the winding up, Dylan didn’t last long before he moaned long and loud. He shook as he shot his creamy load over his canine mother’s tongue, the bigger woman easily gulping her smaller species of a son’s meager cum. She gave a few firm, loudly slobbering sucks to force the last of his seed out of the orgasm and finally lifted her head.

“Good boy~!” Luna praised as she licked her lips, savoring rather than cleaning up the taste of her riled up son. She planted a gentle kiss on the swollen purple head of his cock, just getting him to gasp softly into her hips. His cocklet twitched, oozing out a bit more precum.

“Oh my! Are you still feeling wild?” Luna chimed in exaggerated delight. Dylan gave a pleading moan as his hips humped again, not as fiercely as before but still steady and strong with his muscled little legs. The she-wolf raised her hips to let him take a deep breath at last, watching his little chest puff up.

“Mommy… please,” he mewled as she knelt beside him. She stroked a hand through his hair and between his bunny ears to help calm him down. “I need to breed…”

“Awww, you’re that bad again?” she cooed, reaching down to gently pinch the tip of his cock. She rubbed her fingers in a gentle circle, going back and forth until he was leaking and panting again. His hips worked like a little jackhammer, pumping into her hand. Whether it was her fingers, mouth, ass, pussy… when he was this wound up and his instinct to run was taken away, he’d hump just about anything.

“Now where was all this endurance while we were running?” Luna giggled. She leaned down and kissed her son before sitting down in front of his legs. She patted her lap as she spread her thick thighs.

“Alright, tidbit. Come on and let it alllll out for mommy.”

Dylan would have thought he didn’t have the strength to sit up, but that kind of invitation couldn’t be ignored. He hurried to his mother and threw himself into her, letting her strong and soft body catch him as he threw his arms around her. He held on for dear life as he pushed his wet, hard prick into her pussy, humping with the same vigor as before like he was nothing but a breeding machine. Of course, they couldn’t truly breed as different species, but it was too cute to deny him his little fantasies. His mother was solid enough to let him have his way with her while not budging an inch, watching with a patient smile as she ran her claws lightly over his skin. The goosebumps and small shudder that resulted made her moan and smile, feeling his shaking inside her.

“Such good little prey you are. So sensitive and responsive,” she praised. She cupped his chin and kissed his mouth, pressing firmly for a second before drawing back and delivering another.

“Even if you weren’t my special little boy, what’s the fun in eating a perfect catch like you? You’re much more fun chasing you down over and over again. Taking tiny little bites of you to let you keep coming back for more. And you would, wouldn’t you? Coming back for mama’s sharp little love bites?”

She bit into Dylan’s lip, getting a soft mewl out of the tender younger bun. He nodded rapidly, even as she tightened her oral grip to dig in with her fangs. His eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open, letting her have her way with his mouth despite his topping position. His body trembled again, shooting another load of cum into her. His voice quivered as he leaned further into her, squeezing her big breasts in his little hands until the soft fingers nearly disappeared into them.

“Ohhh! You made another little mess for mommy?” Luna teased. She cupped his bare little butt, running her thumb over his fluffy tail. She smiled as the cream trickled slowly through her depths. The bigger woman felt his small prick bump lightly against her clit, but the cum itself reached and warmed her sweet spot. She went to embrace and kiss the boy again but he kept rocking in place. Even as he panted and rested his head on her breast, his hips just kept going on their own.

“Oh my… sweet meat, are you alright?” she laughed playfully at first. He just moaned and kept humping mindlessly like her little bunny bimbo. His breeding rabbit instincts were in full gear, feeling frightened and comforted and horny all at once. He was a drooling, moaning mess as he shot another burst of cum into her, clinging to her and going on until he wasn’t even sure when he stopped or started orgasming.

“AH! Sweetie~!” Luna gasped as his next squirt bathed her clit in warm juices again. She found herself squeezing him as her eyes lit up, strong arms holding him close so his hips didn’t have far to go to find her. His smaller cock kept pushing into her depths, stirring his mess of cum around until it was running down her thigh. Her own breathing started to get more heated as she held him tighter.

“Oh god… oh what a good boy you are…” she started to moan. “You’re mama’s good boy… the perfect catch…”

“Wuff w-wuff,” Dylan huffed, barely able to form the noises let alone words in his cumbrained state. The little shiver went up his mother’s spine, wagging as her claws rubbed over his back. She lifted up his chin to start licking his dumbstruck face affectionately. He stared at her half-lidded and mouth open, accepting her sloppy kiss as she grew more and more heated. She finally started to hump back, grinding on his repeatedly cumming cock until she felt stuffed to the brim. All his little orgasms added up, and the intense humping and twitching was doing so much to entice her hardening clit.

Luna broke into a low growl that quickly evolved into a full fledged howl. Her piercing cry filled the forest and more notably, Dylan’s ears. He only spoke a bit of howling, but her hearty encouragement vibrating her breast against him was just too much to bear. Her hips smashed into his with authority as she came, squirting her messy she-cum onto him and demanding he cum again. He gave a breathless squeak before sucking in a breath, letting out a much softer and quieter howl of his own. It faltered as he shook and came into her again, his half dozen orgasms barely adding up to one of hers in sheer volume of cum. Still, as their howls faded, Luna’s pursed lips curled into a smile and she pulled his face back to hers. He gladly latched his mouth onto hers, letting the last notes of their shared howl fade out inside of each other’s lips.

“Oh my… you really are mama’s perfect little pup,” Luna chimed. She smiled and nuzzled her nose and lips along the curve of his weak bunny jaw. She rapidly kissed his neck, making her son squirm in her lap and giggle at the tickling attention. “So sweet and tasty but always leaving me hungry for more.”

“I’m glad I make you hungry, mommy,” Dylan sighed, hugging tightly against his predator mother as he finally seemed to go soft inside her.

“You make me much more happy than hungry, sweetness,” Luna sighed, cupping her son’s cheeks and squeezing them together until he broke into a giggle fit. Their adrenaline was finally starting to fade and they were finally content to just hold each other tightly. Even if Luna held much tighter than he did, Dylan’s scrawny arms hugged her as firmly as they could. Even his core instincts recognizing his mom as his natural hunter wouldn’t keep him from loving her with all his tiny, racing heart.