Fight the bunny

How tough can a bunny be, right? You charge forward and meet his attack with a strong right hook. He deflects the blow with his arm and punches you in the gut, knocking the wind out of you. Grabbing you by the back of the neck, he forces you to your knees before him, and takes hold of your chin, prying your mouth open.

"A big mouth like yours just begs to be fucked," the rabbit says, grasping the base of his cock and guiding it to your lips. You try to turn your head away, but he's much stronger than he looks, and has no trouble holding you still. He rubs the tip against your lips, and you can smell his heavy, musky scent. "Watch the teeth, or I'll make you very, very sorry."

He pushes into your mouth, rubbing his cock against your tongue, and you get your first taste of him, wild and salty. To your chagrin, you feel your own cock start to harden. It doesn't take long for the rabbit to notice.

"I heard that humans were all a bunch of horny perverts," he says. "Looks like it's true. Do you like sucking my carrot, human?" He slides his slick shaft further into you, rocking his hips as he slowly fucks your mouth. He's solid and heavy on your tongue, filling your mouth as he works his cock deeper, nearly to the back of your throat. You brace yourself, waiting to gag and ****, but the feeling never comes. The rabbit lets go of your chin and grabs you by the back of the head, holding you still as he thrusts in to the hilt, his furry sheath pressing against your lips. His cock slides down your throat, blocking your airway, and you grab at his furry hips, trying to push him away.

"Relax, human," he says, as you swallow desperately, panic rising up in your chest. "The sorcerer's spells make you the ultimate fuck-toy. You won't ****, and you don't even have to breathe, so just relax, and be thankful that I'm a rabbit." Spells? You remember the sorcerer saying something about testing spells on you. Could this be true? You quell the rising panic, clutching at the rabbit's hips as he stands there with his cock down your throat, and after a minute, you realize that he's right. You don't have to breathe. It's not even that uncomfortable.

You swallow, your throat muscles squeezing his shaft, and he moans softly. "Oh, yeah." You wonder what he meant about being thankful that he's a rabbit, but it soon becomes clear, and gives a new meaning to the phrase 'quick like a bunny'. Holding your head with both paws, he jerks his hips, hammering his cock down your throat in fast, sharp jabs. "Oh, yeah...Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck!" he shouts, mashing his furry sheath against your lips again as he cums, his cock so far down your throat you don't even taste it, let alone have to swallow.

He pulls out and you gasp, more out of reflex than actually needing air, sticky strings of spittle dangling from your lower lip. You wipe it away and glare up at the rabbit.