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Vi’s boots drag on the concrete of his driveway as he makes his way up to his front door. His eyes are already half-lidded—bloodshot and tired. His hands are black with motor oil, trembling slightly as he digs into his pocket for his house key.
“Vi!” someone calls out behind him, and he sighs.
“Hey, Little Man,” he greets his neighbor, putting on a fake smile. “What’s up?”
“My parents are out of town,” he says as he approaches with an obviously excited spring in his step. “So the boys and I are throwing a Halloween party.”
Great, Vi thinks sarcastically. There goes any hope I had for any decent sleep tonight.
“You should come by,” he continues.
Vi shakes his head with a soft laugh. “I’m a little too old for a high school party, kid. You don’t want me there.”
“Oh, come on,” he groans. “It’s not a high school party.”
“You’re in high school, aren’t you?” Vi asks, quirking up a knowing eyebrow.
“I graduate in a couple months,” he says as if it makes a difference. “Mylo and Claggor are already sophomores in college. And they’re inviting all of their friends, so really, it’s a college party. It’s just hosted by a high schooler.”
Vi leans against his door frame and crosses his arms as he eyes him up and down.
This is kid is actually serious.
“Ekko, I’m forty-five,” he says. “The last time I went to a college party, you hadn’t even been born yet. I think I’ll pass.”
Ekko’s shoulder slump. “Well, the invite stands if you change your mind.”
I’m sure I won’t, Vi thinks, but says, “Thanks, Little Man. And, hey, not to sound like a fucking boomer, but, uh, could you keep it at a reasonable noise level tonight? Had a long day of work and got another one tomorrow. I could really use whatever sleep I can get.”
“No problem, Vi,” Ekko says with a quick salute. “Don’t even worry about it!”
Vi, unfortunately, does worry about it.
He’s tossing and turning in his bed, hiding under his pillow to keep the sounds out. But it’s futile.
The laughter and shouting and singing—it’s never-ending. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes and weed permeates through his walls. The bass of the speakers rattles his windows and thrums inside his head.
“Ekko,” he groans, throwing his pillow across the room and springing up to his feet.
He runs a hand through his messy, pink hair, then grabs a dirty pair of jeans from his bedroom floor and slides on a plain white T shirt. He puts on his work boots, then storms out the house.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters to himself as he takes in the scene before him.
Partygoers at least half his age completely litter the cul-de-sac—all dressed in a colorful array of costumes. All with a red solo cup in their hands. With the energy of an escaped pack of zoo animals. With voices three times too loud and inhibitions ten times too low.
Vi walks along the sidewalk, trying to ignore the way the noises around him get so much louder and all-encompassing the closer that he gets to Ekko’s house.
He walks up to the front porch, where a girl with blue hair and bluer eyes is leaning against the railing. She has a cigarette in her mouth and a pair of bunny ears placed squarely upon her head.
Vi looks over at her, eyes quickly glancing down her body. He almost can’t help but take in her perfect hourglass figure, her toned legs, and her rather impressive chest.
He shakes his head, blinking away, not wanting to seem rude. But this woman—this bunny—notices.
And so, before Vi can push through the crowd and into the house, the bunny says, “What are you supposed to be?”
“What?”
“Your costume,” she says, eyeing Vi up and down—lingering ever so slightly on his biceps.
“I’m not wearing one.”
The bunny tsks. “That’s against the rules. Didn’t you read the invite?”
“I’m not here for the party,” Vi says plainly.
“Why are you here, then?” she asks, taking a step forward, heels clicking on the wooden porch floor.
She takes a drag of her cigarette, then offers it to Vi.
“I don’t smoke,” Vi says.
“Hmm,” she hums, disappointed. “You don’t dress up. You don’t smoke. You don’t sound any fun at all.”
Vi shrugs. “I’m too old to be fun. I’ll leave that to you.”
Her eyes light up suddenly. “Oh, I’m certain we can have plenty of fun together.”
Vi laughs, shaking his head. “I’m old enough to be your parent.”
The bunny smirks. “Is this you asking me to call you Daddy?”
Vi’s smile falters, replaced by a clenching of his jaw. He lets out a shaky breath, disguised as a soft chuckle—trying his best to come off as amused, rather than aroused. But then the bunny is offering him a cigarette again—lipstick stained and tempting.
Vi takes it and their fingers brush.
“How old are you?” Vi asks, then takes a drag.
“Twenty-five,” she says.
“What are you doing at a high school party?”
The bunny shrugs, taking the cigarette back. “I was told it was a college party.”
Vi glances around them. “Mix of both, I guess.”
“High schoolers, college students, and you,” she says. “What a funny combination.”
“I told you I’m not here for the party,” Vi says. “I’m looking for Ekko.”
“How’s that search going?” the bunny asks, cocking her head slightly to the side. “Did you find him while you were checking out my tits?”
Vi flushes pink. “I wasn’t—”
“Would you like me to turn around and see if you could spot him on my ass?”
She twirls, looking over her shoulder and catching the way Vi’s eyes immediately drop down to her fuzzy bunny tail.
He looks away, running a hand across his face, then says, “I’m not checking you out. That’s so inappropriate.”
“So inappropriate,” the bunny agrees. “I mean, come on. You’re old enough to be my parent, aren’t you?” she mocks him, before leaning forward and placing the last of the cigarette in between Vi’s lips.
Vi lets her. He also lets her run her hands through his hair, making it even messier than it already was. Lets her touch his face, too. Just light, curious touches. Like she’s inspecting him. Her fingertips linger on his scars, before dropping down to his binded chest, and then to his belt.
“Careful,” Vi says sternly, but the bunny tugs on it anyway. Such a bold little thing.
They’re so close now, both of them breathing in the smoke of their shared cigarette. The air between them is so thick with it.
“What’s your name, little bunny?” Vi asks at last.
And the bunny says, “Caitlyn. And yours?”
“Vi.”
“Well, Vi, I reckon you still need a costume,” she says. “Stay right here.”
And then she disappears into the house.
Caitlyn re-emerges with a pair of fuzzy ears and an even fuzzier tail that she surely stole from some college kid who was way too drunk to even notice
“What is this?” Vi asks, taking the items.
“Your costume,” she says. “Now you’re a big, bad wolf.”
Vi scoffs. “I’m not wearing this.”
Caitlyn pouts. “Then how else are you going to catch me?”
“Catch you?” Vi asks, but before he gets an answer, Caitlyn disappears back into the house—slithering her way through the crowd and out of Vi’s line of sight.
Vi looks down at the fuzzy tail and pair of ears in his hands, then looks back at his house. He thinks of the bed he’s left. He thinks of the sleep he’s missing. Of how hard tomorrow's workday will be.
But then he thinks of Caitlyn. He thinks of those bunny ears bouncing. He thinks of that bunny tail hitting his abdomen as he pumps into her. He thinks of the cute little whimpers and squeaks she’d make. He thinks of how she’d call him Daddy.
“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, then puts the stupid costume on.
It’s easy to find her, though Vi suspects that Caitlyn might not be trying very hard to stay hidden.
He sees her from across the living room, through the sea of people dancing, sitting cross-legged on the arm of the couch. Vi’s eyes glide from the tips of her exposed toes to her ankles, then up her long legs to her thighs.
In the indoor lighting, he can fully appreciate that she’s wearing a skin-tight black one-piece that may as well be swimwear with the way it clings to her body. It has an exposed cleavage, and Vi can make out the moles on Caitlyn’s breasts—he imagines what it’d be like to run his tongue on them. To leave bruises in the shape of his mouth.
She has a white collar with a pretty black bowtie, and Vi wonders if it’s a clip-on or if he can untie it. He wonders if he can repurpose it. If he can tie up Caitlyn’s wrists behind her back or above her head.
And next, he looks at her lips. That open mouth, surely so wet and warm inside. Oh, how Vi wants to feel and taste and fill it up. With his fingers. With his mouth. With his cock.
Caitlyn smiles.
Vi looks up at her eyes and finds that he’s been caught. He smiles back, then makes his approach.
By the time he gets to the couch, Caitlyn is gone.
Vi looks around, in search of blue hair and bunny ears, but all he sees are strangers dressed in reference to shows he’s never seen and memes he doesn’t get.
He sighs, a bit exasperated—a bit turned on.
But then he sees her, through the reflection of a television screen: talking to someone in the kitchen.
And so, Vi continues his pursuit, weaving through the crowd. But the closer that he gets, the further Caitlyn moves away. It’s like she knows without knowing. Like she sees Vi without looking at him. Like she can sense him.
It goes on like this—Vi chasing her through the house, from room to room to room, until he’s practically running up the stairs to catch her.
The chase feels as addictive as the prize will be sweet, and Vi almost doesn’t want it to end at all. Almost doesn’t want to win.
But then he’s standing right in front of her, nothing between them but this growing tension. And, most importantly, absolutely nowhere else for Caitlyn to go.
She has her back pressed against a window, overlooking the neighborhood, her eyes wide in anticipation as Vi slowly approaches.
“Hi, little bunny,” Vi says.
“Hi, daddy,” Caitlyn says back, cocky and bratty as ever. “You caught me. What are you going to do now?”
“I’m gonna do what big bad wolves do,” Vi says simply. “I’m gonna fucking eat you alive.”
Caitlyn has her head pressed up against the window, her hands tightened around pink locks, and one leg swung over Vi’s shoulder.
“You taste so good, bunny,” Vi says, in between desperate, hungry laps of his tongue. “This young, bunny cunt...”
Caitlyn moans, digging the heel of her foot onto Vi’s back.
“Oh, fuck,” she says. “Y-yes… just like that… Jesus! N-no one’s ever…. Oh, shit!”
“No one’s ever tongue-fucked you before?” Vi asks. “Or no one’s ever done it this good?”
“It’s… ahh… it’s never felt like this,” Caitlyn gasps. “Holy fuck!”
Vi chuckles softly, before taking Caitlyn’s clit and sucking just hard enough to earn himself another string of desperate moans. And at the same time, he pushes a single finger inside her cunt—nice and slow at first, letting her get used to it, before curling back and pressing hard against her g-spot.
“I’m s-so close,” Caitlyn moans. “Oh, my god….”
“You wanna come for your daddy, bunny?” Vi asks.
“Uh-huh…” Caitlyn says, tightening her grip on Vi’s locks. “I…mmph…I want to c-come in your mouth, daddy. I w-want to show you what a g-good little bunny I am.”
“My good bunny,” Vi growls against her pussy. “My, good, good, horny little bunny.”
He pumps into her harder, laps his tongue against her clit faster. Over and over and over, until he’s feeling Caitlyn’s hands tightening in his hair in perfect mirror reflection of her pussy walls wrapping tightly around Vi’s finger.
And then, all at once, a release. Rhythmic and delicious.
“That’s it,” Vi purrs against her. “Such sweet and sticky bunny cum.”
Caitlyn is pulling Vi close, kissing his neck and nibbling onto his skin, while her hands wander down his chest and to his abs.
Vi lets her, looking out the window at his own house and thinking how much better his night is going than what he had originally planned.
Caitlyn’s hands move even further down, this time palming the bulge in Vi’s pants.
“Fuck, daddy,” Caitlyn sighs. “Do I get to have your hard cock tonight?”
Vi smirks. “My hard cock’s at home, bunny. I’d have to steal you away.”
“Where’s that?” Caitlyn asks, her fingers still teasing Vi through the fabric of his pants.
“Bunny,” Vi says sternly. “Are you trying to get me riled up again?”
“Is it working?” Caitlyn asks, batting her eyes in faux-innocence. “Is my daddy getting nice and hard for me?”
“Fuck,” Vi groans against her, jerking his hips into Caitlyn’s touch. “Do you know how wrong it would be for me to take you home? My sweet little bunny. All the dirty fucking things I’d do to you.”
“Tell me,” Caitlyn says, wrapping a leg around Vi’s waist and pulling him closer.
“I wouldn’t be so nice,” he says. “If it’s a big bad wolf you want, it’s what you'd get. You’d leave with bruises on your skin. Bite marks.” He shrugs. “If you ever leave at all. Maybe I’d keep you locked up in a little bunny cage. And only let you out to play.”
“You think you’re so scary,” Caitlyn says. “But you’re not a big, bad wolf, are you? You’re a puppy.”
Vi narrows his eyes, a hand coming up and wrapping around Caitlyn’s throat. He squeezes softly, just hard enough to see Caitlyn’s eyes widen and darken all at once.
“I can feel your pulse,” Vi says. “Your little heart is beating so fast, bunny. Are you excited or scared? Maybe a little bit of both? Or…”
He slides his free hand down between Caitlyn’s legs, fingers dipping back inside her cunt.
“Are you turned on again? You said you wanted my cock, didn’t you?” he says. “Have you just been here thinking about how good it would feel to hop up and down on my lap like a good little bunny?”
“F-fuck, daddy,” Caitlyn whimpers in between her ragged breaths.
Vi slides out and lets her go, only to quickly spin her around and bend her over in front of the window.
Caitlyn’s palms are flat against the glass, her ass pressed right up against Vi’s bulge.
“You see that house over there?” Vi asks, pointing down the street. “That’s mine.”
“Are you going to take me there?” Caitlyn asks.
“I’m gonna drag you there, bunny,” Vi says, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on Caitlyn’s exposed skin. “But only if I catch you first.”
Caitlyn is given a head-start because Vi is oh, so generous. And of course, it’s clarified that Caitlyn has to want to get caught. Has to want to get carried away and into a stranger’s home. Has to want to be fucked into senseless submission.
But the thing is, that Caitlyn does want. Caitlyn wants very, very much.
And so, she finds herself running across Ekko’s large backyard, climbing over a fence, and sprinting through the small patch of trees that encircles the neighborhood.
Several feet behind Caitlyn, Vi chases after her—wolf ears and fluffy tail still in place.
“Come on, little bunny!” Vi calls out. “I just want a bite.”
But Caitlyn doesn’t even look back, too focused on trying not to trip on any roots or fallen branches—struggling in her tall, black heels to keep a decent pace.
“Do you want me to howl for you, bunny?” Vi asks. “Do you want me to show you just how bad of a wolf I can be?”
Caitlyn feels her heart in her throat, a mix of adrenaline and sheer arousal coursing through her veins as she hears Vi howl—his voice echoing through the dark and tiny forest, so feral and desperate.
She eventually takes her shoes off, running barefoot now like she’s running for her life. And the only sounds she hears are the crinkle of leaves, the thrum of her heartbeat, the heavy panting of her breath. And, of course, the voice of her pursuer—getting louder and louder. Closer and closer.
Then, as was always meant to happen, Vi catches up to her. He wraps his arms around her from behind, then spins her so she’s facing him, before pressing her back up against a tree.
“Gotcha,” he says with a smirk, then takes Caitlyn’s face in his hands and kisses her.
It’s their first kiss of the night, and it absolutely disarms Caitlyn, who melts right into Vi.
“Mmph,” she whimpers softly into the kiss as Vi slides his tongue inside her mouth. “Fuck. Even the way you kiss…”
“Even the way I kiss?” Vi asks.
“You know exactly what you’re doing,” Caitlyn says. “Don’t you?”
Vi laughs. “I’ve been around the sun a bit more times than you, Cupcake.”
“Well, aren’t I lucky, then?” she says. “That you’ve chosen to share your wisdom with me.”
“I really shouldn’t be doing this,” Vi sighs, but still keeps Caitlyn pinned against the tree. Still keeps his hands on her, this time sliding down to cup and squeeze her breasts. Caitlyn throws her head back at the touch, hips thrusting forward and against Vi’s leg.
“Wh-why shouldn’t you?” Caitlyn asks. “When it feels s-so good…”
“I told you. You’re way too fucking young for me. I’m sure there’s plenty of girls back there who’d kill to take you back to their dorm room.”
“Mhm. You’re quite right, but…” She grinds right up against Vi’s knee, letting out a sweet, little gasp. “But you’re the one who caught me. Are you seriously going to let them steal away your prize?”
Vi chuckles softly, before leaning back in for another kiss that leaves Caitlyn utterly breathless.
“They wouldn’t even know what to fucking do with you,” he says. “Wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“Where would you start, then?” Caitlyn asks.
“I’d strip you completely,” he says, just as he tugs on the fabric of Caitlyn’s costume, ripping it to shreds and exposing Caitlyn’s bare breasts to the cold night air.
“Oh, fuck, daddy,” Caitlyn moans, feelings Vi’s perfectly calloused fingers rubbing her nipples until they’re nice and hard and sensitive.
“I’d take my time with you,” Vi continues, this time kissing down her jaw and neck. “I’d mark you.” And as he says that, he bites down hard on Caitlyn’s shoulder, before running his hot tongue in soothing circles where his bite mark is.
“Sh-shit,” Caitlyn whines.
“Over,” Vi says, sucking hard along her collarbone and leaving behind a mouth-shaped bruise. “And over.” He leaves another bite, this time on her breast. “And over.”
“D-daddy, please,” Caitlyn whimpers. “Y-your mouth feels so good on me.”
“Oh, I know, bunny,” Vi says, kissing his way back up. “That’s why I’d make you come inside my mouth again. Make you nice and wet, so that you’re ready for my cock.”
“Y-yes,” Caitlyn groans. “I need my daddy’s cock s-so badly.”
“Is your little bunny cunt just aching for it, baby?” Vi asks, and Caitlyn gives a shaky nod of her head. “Does it hurt how badly you need it?”
“Mhm,” she whimpers. “No one’s ever… I’ve never let anyone do that.”
“Wait, what?” Vi asks, leaning back to look right into Caitlyn’s eyes. “You’ve never taken a strap before?”
Caitlyn bites her lower lip and shakes her head.
“Caitlyn,” Vi sighs. “I shouldn’t be the one to do this.”
“Why not?” she argues. “I know you’d make it feel so good. I know that you’d take care of me, wouldn’t you? You’re… you’re my daddy.”
“Fuck, babe,” Vi growls. “I would. I’d make you come all over it, bunny, but… This is something you should do with someone your own age.”
“I’m twenty-five,” Caitlyn argues. “Hardly a child.”
“Yeah, and I’m forty-five,” Vi argues right back. “I was already in college when you were born.”
“If this is your attempt at turning me off, you’re doing a horrendous job.”
Vi laughs. “This is bad, Caitlyn,” he says, but leans back in to kiss her anyway. “This is so, so bad. But, fuck, I just can’t let anyone else ruin that perfect little bunny cunt, when it already belongs to me.”
Vi stays true to his word and makes Caitlyn come into his mouth again—this time by having her lie on her back on the bed, while Vi kneels in front of her.
“That’s it, bunny,” Vi encourages. “All for me.”
And when Caitlyn has regained enough of her motor skills, Vi makes her sit back up on the edge of the bed.
“Give me your hand,” Vi says, then places it right against his crotch, right against his newly fastened cock. “Do you feel how hard you’ve made me?”
“So hard,” Caitlyn replies, shaky hands already working to undo Vi’s belt.
“Such an eager little bunny,” Vi teases, flicking the fuzzy ears that are still atop her head.
At last, Vi’s cock is set free—long and thick and blue.
“Look at that,” Vi says. “It matches you.”
Caitlyn wraps her fist around it, tugging at it slightly, and then pushing her hand right down to the base.
“Mmph,” Vi whimpers softly at the pressure on his center.
Caitlyn’s eyes shoot up. “You can feel that?”
“I can,” Vi says. “And you’re doing such a good job, bunny. You play with daddy’s cock so well.”
“I want…” Caitlyn starts, then blushes pink and shakes her head, suddenly so uncharacteristically shy. It’s maddeningly adorable.
“Tell me,” Vi says. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want… to put it in my mouth,” she says. “I want to suck your cock, daddy.”
“Fuck,” Vi groans at the sheer thought of it. At the image in his head of Caitlyn teary eyed and gagging on his cock. “Good little bunnies shouldn’t want that,” he says.
“And naughty bunnies?” Caitlyn asks.
“Naughty bunnies know they’re just a hole for their daddy to use,” Vi says. “Is that what you are? Are you all mine to use? My dirty little fuck-bunny?”
Caitlyn responds by opening her mouth and lowering it right onto Vi’s cock, keeping her doe eyes glued to his.
She takes it about halfway, her hand still stroking up and down. And Vi feels it right against his throbbing core.
He takes a fistful of her hair, then says, “I think you can take a little more, bunny,” and pushes her down just enough to make her gag. “That’s it. Now do that again on your own.”
Caitlyn, it turns out, is a fast learner. She takes an extra inch each time, as if fighting past her gag reflex will prove herself worthy of Vi’s cock. And as she does, tears begin to spring from her eyes, ruining her mascara.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” Vi says. “Daddy’s going to reward you for this.”
With this final encouragement, Caitlyn takes the entirety of Vi’s cock down her throat—eyes shut tight and hands gripping onto Vi’s legs. And when she slides off of it, she does so with a gasp and a trail of drool hanging from her swollen lips.
“You did such a good job,” Vi says. “Now I want you to get on all fours for me, okay?”
Caitlyn nods wordlessly, moving to do just as she’s been told, struggling to ignore the way her thighs are already dripping wet from her own arousal. From the simple act of sucking on Vi’s cock.
Meanwhile, Vi grabs a vibrating wand from his closet. He props it up with pillows, right underneath Caitlyn’s cunt and turns it on.
“You can grind on this while I fuck you,” he explains. “And don’t worry if you make a mess. In fact, I encourage it.”
Caitlyn starts to lower herself onto the toy, when Vi stops her.
“Not yet,” he says, then frowns. “And you know, I’ve just realized,” he adds, palming Caitlyn’s asscheeks and spreading them apart. “You’re missing your tail.”
“Oh…” Caitlyn says. “It would fall off.”
“Hmm,” Vi hums, then walks over to his nightstand and pulls out a silver butt plug. “Would you like me to help it stay on?”
“Oh, I…” Caitlyn’s eyes go wide. “Yes, please, daddy. Make me a bunny again.”
Vi ties the tail to the end of the butt plug, so that it’ll face out, then covers the other end with copious amounts of lube.
“Have you ever used one before?” Vi asks.
“No, but I… Sometimes, when I touch myself…”
“You finger your asshole?” Vi completes for her. “That’s very dirty of you, Caitlyn,” he says, right as he starts to press the tip of the plug against her.
“Mmph,” Caitlyn whimpers, feeling her asshole slowly start to stretch out around the toy. “Oh…f-fuck… this…ahhh…”
She collapses forward, her hands gripping at the sheets and face pressed against the mattress—ass still up in the air and at Vi’s mercy.
Vi takes his time with it, reminding Caitlyn every few seconds to breathe. To untense. To relax.
“You’re doing so good,” he says. “Just a little more, okay? Can you take a little more for daddy?”
“Uh-huh,” Caitlyn moans rather dumbly, her eyes already threatening to roll to the back of her head from how intense it feels.
“Feels better than your fingers, doesn’t it?” Vi teases as he pushes the last bit of it in. “There you go. Now you really are my bunny again. How does that feel?”
“G-good…I’m so… ah, so full,” Caitlyn moans.
Vi chuckles softly. “No, you’re not, baby. But you’re about to be.”
And now Vi is pressing the head of his cock right against the entrance of Caitlyn’s swollen cunt. He holds onto her hips, pulling her back and letting himself slide inside—so slow, so careful, so perfect.
They both moan—Caitlyn at the feeling of the cock piercing through her, and Vi at the mere sight of Caitlyn’s perfect cunt stretching out and pulsing around him.
“That’s it, bunny,” Vi groans. “Press yourself against the vibrator as I fill you up.”
Caitlyn grinds forward, lowering herself right onto the vibrating wand that Vi had left for her.
“Oh, fuck!” she exclaims at once, the powerful vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through her clit.
All at once, her pussy walls tighten their grip around Vi’s cock and every extra inch that she takes feels even better than it did before.
“You like that?” Vi asks. “You like getting fucked by someone so much older than you?”
“Y-yes, daddy,” Caitlyn moans. “Oh, shit, it’s s-so good!”
“Yeah, I can tell,” Vi says. “Every time you clench around me, your cute little bunny tails wags for me. Isn’t that adorable? My happy little bunny.”
Vi picks up his pace, grinding both faster and harder, pumping in and out of Caitlyn’s cunt, loving the way his cock comes out glistening wet each time.
“I knew the moment I saw you,” he says. “I knew you were a slutty little thing. I knew I’d have you bent over by the end of the night, addicted to my fucking cock. I could practically smell your wet, little bunny cunt. And the way you looked at me—fuck! The way you acted so cocky. So bratty. I knew I’d have you gagging on my cock. I knew I’d have you begging to bred.”
That last word sends Caitlyn into a frenzy, her hips jerking frantically against the vibrator—until she’s squirting all over Vi’s sheets, absolutely soaking them. And with every thrust of Vi’s cock deeper into her, she lets out more and more.
“I’m s-sorry, I…” she tries. “That’s never… I’ve never done that…oh, fuck!”
“It’s okay,” Vi says. “You can make a mess. You can let go. Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s gonna give you everything you need. All you have to do is take it.”
“Fuck, y-yes,” she moans. “Yes, daddy, please! Don’t stop, ah… I c-can’t believe how—mmph—good this feels.”
“See, this is all you needed, bunny,” Vi says. “Just a nice, good, hard fuck.”
He emphasizes that last word by letting his hand slam down onto Caitlyn’s ass, leaving behind a sting and a pink handprint.
“Oh, y-yes!” Caitlyn moans. “P-punish me, daddy. Punish me for being s-such a naughty bunny…”
And so, Vi does. He spanks her over and over, until her ass is nice and swollen and bright pink.
“You should be bent over my knee,” Vi says. “I should be making you gag on my fingers while I punish you. While I let you drip and clench around nothing but air.” He grips onto her hips tighter, bruising her skin as he slams that much harder into her. “But just look at how generous I’m being, letting you have my cock buried in you instead. You should be such a grateful little bunny.”
“I a-am,” Caitlyn squeaks. “Th-thank you, daddy. Hmph, thank you, thank you…”
“Good bunny,” Vi says, this time reaching over and grabbing a fistful of blue hair. He pulls her head back just enough so that she instinctively arches her back even further, letting his cock hit her g-spot with every thrust.
“Y-you’re going to make me c-come again, daddy,” Caitlyn whimpers. “Oh, shit… I’ve never… mmph, I’ve never come around a c-cock before… ah…”
Caitlyn bites the sheets, not caring that they’re soaked—just needing something to grit between her teeth as she lets the orgasm crash over her. Her body shakes with it, legs trembling and toes curling. She squirts again—more this time, spraying onto the mattress, but she doesn’t have it in her anymore to care.
Her tail goes absolutely crazy. Up and down excitedly with each clench, tickling the base of Vi’s abdomen.
And Caitlyn’s cunt—fuck, it’s squeezing so tightly around Vi’s cock that he can barely move. Each clench tighter than the last. Each wave bringing forth a level of pleasure that Caitlyn’s only ever dreamt about.
“Good bunny,” Vi is saying, holding her up and keeping her body from collapsing completely. “Fuck, you’re so perfect when you come. So pretty. Such a cute, empty-headed little bunny. All fucked out.”
Vi slowly slides out, then turns the vibrator off for Caitlyn. He rolls her onto her back, then hovers over her, one hand on either side of her head.
“Good first time?” Vi asks, but he already knows the answer.
“Unbelievably good," Caitlyn says. “I don’t think I can feel my face.”
“Oh, it’s right here,” Vi says, leaning in and softly kissing her.
They go another round—this time with Vi sitting on his desk chair and Caitlyn bouncing on his lap.
“That’s it,” Vi says to her as she comes on top of him. “Such a good bunny.”
Next, they fuck against the wall, Vi holding Caitlyn up as he pumps up into her.
Vi bites her shoulder, then leaves bruises on her neck, in between his grunts and pants and calling her things like, “my perfect bunny-shaped cocksleeve” and “such a dumb, cum-addicted little bunny”.
“Oh, daddy,” Caitlyn moans in response each time, nails digging into Vi’s shoulders. “Yes, yes, yes…”
Lastly, they fuck in the kitchen. Caitlyn sits on the counter, both her legs on Vi’s shoulders, as Vi rubs her clit with his thumb and drives his cock in and out of Caitlyn’s swollen cunt.
And this time Vi comes with her—from the sounds and the smells and the feelings. It’s quick and unexpected, but it intensifies Caitlyn’s orgasm all the same.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, “Daddy, you’re c-coming inside me!”
This makes Vi’s head absolutely spin.
“I’m coming inside you,” he agrees, continuing to pump his hips. “I’m burying my cum in your greedy fucking bunny cunt. Isn’t this—mmph—all you wanted? My breedable bunny? For me to—ahh—make you carry all my puppies?”
“Y-yes,” Caitlyn moans in response. “J-just like that—ah! B-breed me, daddy… Ah! Thank you, thank you…”
Vi buries himself deeper, his hips bucking into her on their own accord. And even after his orgasm has long subsided, he keeps going.
It’s like he doesn’t know how to stop now—not when Caitlyn is still clenching, still moaning, still dripping down onto his kitchen tile. Still being such a perfect little bunny for him.
He bites her neck as he fucks her straight into yet another orgasm. And as he starts to growl into her ear, he realizes that he’s never felt so wild, so feral—so fucking rabid.
In the aftermath, they pant together, kissing desperately and messily—until they have to stop for the sake of catching their breaths.
“You’re amazing, Caitlyn,” Vi says. “I can’t believe I ran into you tonight.” He glances at the time on the microwave behind her. “Shit, it’s late. Do you… Is there somewhere you have to be?”
“No,” Caitlyn says. “But, uh, I can find a ride, if…”
“No, no,” Vi says. “Stay. Please. Let me draw you up a bath.”
Caitlyn comes out of the bathroom, wearing one of Vi’s oversized shirts, to find that he’s changed the sheets and has a tray of food set up.
“What’s this?” she asks.
“Breakfast.”
“At four in the morning?”
“Yeah, I, uh, sort of have to go work,” Vi says. “But I made extra breakfast for you. It isn’t much. Just toast and some eggs, but feel free to raid the kitchen.”
“Wait, you’re going to work?” Caitlyn asks, still stuck on the first part of his statement. “You haven’t slept a wink.”
“Yeah, well.” He shrugs. “It was worth it.”
When Vi comes back from work, Caitlyn is gone. Which is fine. It’s expected. It’s better, even.
They can both move on from last night. They can continue on as total strangers who just happened to have mind-blowing sex once. Well, five times, but who’s counting?
Vi throws himself onto the bed with a plop. And as he breathes in, he takes in the lingering scent of Caitlyn’s perfume sticking to his pillow. He clutches at it, bringing it closer to his face and inhaling deeply, trying to burn it into his memory.
He accepts that this is all he’ll ever get from Caitlyn now. Flashbacks he’ll replay in his mind as he falls asleep. Echoes of her moans forever bouncing in his head. And that gorgeous, blushing face, contorting so blissfully every time she came—it’s ingrained in him now, engraved behind his eyes.
These are memories he will revisit until they’re worn out and faded. And it’s sad, really, that this is all that’s left. But there is no alternative for them, and he knew that from the beginning.
This is not a love story, but a momentary lapse in judgement. A fuckfest that should’ve ended before it even started. What’s there in common between a twenty five year old and someone twenty years her senior?
Vi lies there and wonders, convincing himself that the answer is sex. The answer is nothing.
But then, under the pillow, he feels something. A piece of paper folded neatly into the shape of a heart. And in swooping black letters, it reads:
Open me.
Vi carefully unfolds it, and inside is a cell phone number, followed by a simple, tiny drawing of a bunny.
Vi [7:34 PM]: hi little bunny
Caitlyn [7:35 PM]: hi daddy