I hop the fence.

I eye the door as the rabbit man thumps into the dirt only a few feet behind me. In an instant I make the realization he's toying with me and could easily catch up if he wanted.

At the last moment, when I hear him kicking up dirt I dive to my left and hop the small fence, banging my knee as I do so, but it doesn't matter as the rabbit man thuds into the door I had been running to with an odd burst of golden light.

Wincing I stumble to my feet, knowing I only bought myself enough time to get half way to the door in the door, but I know I won't make it before the rabbit man recovers. Yet he never makes any attempt to hop the fence as I reach the door he remains standing there glaring at me with one wincing eye.

As our eyes meet my cock hardens as visions of countless bubble butted bunnies line up over the fence, ready to be bred, but a quick head shake and breaking of eye contact sends the odd lustful daydream from my mind.

I barrel through the lavish dog room that I would kill to be my actual room, both size and sheer amount of toys and electronics.

Once in the expansive hall do I start to call for mom and my heart thuds for a moment as I dread what may have happened to her as my call remains unanswered for a couple times.

"John!" She calls back as I run down a hall and find her in a small glass room populated by countless pants.

I don't even register her shirt unbuttoned or bra unhooked as we crash into a tight hug that seems to drag on far longer than I'm comfortable.

"M-mom..." I stammer, at Mom's hands grip my ass and shoves my crotch against her.

"Yes, stud..." She practically pants into my ear before recoiling back and avoiding eye contact.

Ignoring what just happened I grab her hand to see how bad the rabbit man's bite was, unaware as she turns a bright shade of pink as her breath catches. Surprisingly there is no wound, only a batch of black fur that after staring at it, I find seems to be spreading.

"John...w-what do we do?" She asks, far to helpless sounding for my normal take charge mom.

"Do you know the owner's number?" I ask hoping no response from her until I ask again.

"Oh..." She stammers feeling around for pockets, forgetting she's wearing a pencil skirt. Her hands seem to drift to the hem once she realizes what she's wearing and I don't dare think what she would do if, "I think the phone is in the car."

The two of us make our way to the entry hall. Now that I'm not running through the mansion I realize the entry hall is down right massive with lavish staircase case leading upstairs. A small plaque showing the map of the mansion and the grounds hangs upon the wall.

"Do...do you see...HIM." Mom asks while I check through the glass front door, I REALLY don't like how excited she sounded with that.

"No." I quickly answer back.

"Oh...I-I think I should go." Mom offers as I glance back, her shirt having been buttoned up, but haphazardly leaving plenty of pale skin showing through the gap and the fur seems to have to now be covering half of her hand.