New game, chase the rabbit

The leader grinned and suggested one last game.

“We’ve got one,” he said, his voice carrying the kind of swagger she’d expect from a captain on the field. “It’s called Chase the Bunny. But only if you’re brave enough.”

Emma leaned back in her chair, her breasts on display and a beer tilting lazily in her hand. “Try me.”

The room buzzed with the other men’s excitement.

He pointed to a small leather bag waiting by the door.

“You put on what’s inside. Nothing else. Then you run out into the woods. We give you five minutes. We’ll come after you, and the one who catches you let catch you…” his smile widened, “…fuck you.”

Emma’s pulse quickened, all them men's eyes were on he, she adjusted her dress covering, the dynamic had changed.

She rose gracefully and took the bag into a small back room. Her heels clicked against the floor as she shut the door and opened it. Inside, a gleaming white leather mask with tall bunny ears, and a silver butt-plug tipped with a fluffy white pom-pom tail.

Her lips curved into a wicked smile.

One by one, she pulled her dress off and threw it to the side and stood naked in the dim light, her pink nipples hard, her cunt already glistening. She pulled the mask over her head, the leather hugging her face, the ears tall and absurd and perfect. Then, bracing one hand against the wall, she spat into her palm, slicked the silver, and pushed the plug deep into herself.

The fullness made her gasp. She wriggled her hips, watching the fluffy tail bob in the mirror. “God,” she whispered. “What am I doing?” But the answer was already inside her exactly what she wanted.

Emma opened the back door and shouted through. “Start the clock.”

And then she ran.

The night air wrapped around her skin, cool and sharp. Branches whipped against her thighs as she sprinted into the woods, mud squeezing between her toes, the tail bouncing behind her. For the first time in years she felt utterly free a creature of the night, naked, wild, hunted on her own terms.

Five minutes later, the howls began.

The men burst into the woods, their flashlights slicing through the dark, their masks gleaming. Foxes. Predators. They called out to each other, voices thick with laughter and desire.

Emma ducked behind a tree, heart hammering, then sprinted again, deliberately letting them catch glimpses of her pale body flashing between the trunks. She could hear their frustration, their hunger, their awe. Every second she stayed out of reach wound her tighter with delight.

She glanced behind herself, they were naked, all of them, some were already erect and they were wearing leather matching leather fox masks, in the dark it would be impossible to know who was who.

Emma darted through the woods, a level of fear filling her, but she wanted this, she hid crouched and listened for the breaking of branches, then without warning a hard young body hit hers knocking the wind out of her, she rolled to the round held by the stranger in the fox mask his hard cock against her soft belly.

Then his mouth crashed against hers, and she devoured him., her dirty mud stained hand gripped his hard cock and she opened her legs for him, and guided it into her warm wet pussy, he thrusted, lifting her, pressed her back, thrust deep while she clawed at his shoulders. She rode him with a ferocity that shocked even herself, the silver plug shifting inside her, doubling every sensation. Her orgasm built until it ripped out of her in a raw, unrestrained howl that echoed through the woods.

He turned her and put her on all fours, her breast were pushed against the forest floor, twigs and stones scraping her sensitive nipples. He came deep into her un-protected pussy.

She had never felt so animal. So free.

Later, when they returned to the frat house, the others gathered, dirty, scraped, and frustrated. Emma laughed at their scowls, her skin glowing, sweat and mud streaked down her thighs.

She wasn’t cruel not tonight. She moved among them like a queen, kissing one, stroking another, whispering filthy encouragement into their ears, no one would loose tonight she would have them all and they would all be winners

By dawn, she slipped away, still wearing the bunny mask, the plug filling her with every step. Her dress clung damply to her filthy body.

When she opened her own front door, Mark was waiting.

She didn’t speak. She simply grabbed him, kissed him hard, pressing her filthy, sticky body against his.

For the first time in weeks, she gave herself to him — wild, messy, dripping with the scent of her night.

Mark didn’t ask. He didn’t need to.