beforethefall
BtF - Tent pt.2
Content Warning: Cub/cub (10M/8M), Pred/prey (thematic), Fear, Bullying, Biting, Sweat/Musk, Crying, Breath Control, Suffocation, Orgasm Control, Blood (minor), Pseudo-Rape, serious hardcore shit.
Before the Fall
“Tent Pt.2”
by beforethefall [Inkbunny]#
Chapter One - “Fireworks”#
The ride back from the float camp was less than an hour long, but the gentle swaying of the conversion van quickly lulled its occupants into a sleepy quiet as it navigated the Aardvark Mountain back-roads after the active and fun-filled day floating down the river. Dom drowsily leaned his head against the tinted glass, watching the sky burn red, orange and yellow with the sunset between the trees as they crept along the twenty miles of hilly forest roads back to their camp. Aaron was fast asleep, slumped in against Dom's side and none the wiser, as their mothers chatted quietly about the next day's plans in the tight dinette and the dads, up front, chatted about business. After about ten minutes, Aaron's mom, Bonnie, noticed the young rabbit's slumped posture and encroachment on Dom's space and soon met eyes with Dom.
“You okay?” Bonnie asked with hushed tones, seeming apologetic for her son's intrusion on the older boy's bubble.
Dom cracked a crooked smile and shrugged in a gesture that implied no intervention was needed nor desired. He didn't want to disturb Aaron, but also didn't want to admit how much he enjoyed the closeness of the young rabbit as well. Bonnie smiled, and Dom smiled back as he regarded her for a brief moment, while she went back to talking with his mom. She was pretty, and he thought Aaron looked more like her than he looked like his dad. Dom pulled his headphones on and pressed the play button on his cassette player, and went back to looking out at the sunset as the van rounded a corner and came across the long stretch of load that overlooked the far-end of the lake, still twenty minutes' drive from their camp site. A minute later, the droning growl of electric guitars in his headphones lulled him to sleep as well.
There's a strange moment when you camp regularly for longer stretches, where your brain seemingly rewires its concept of ‘home’ to the new spot you've been laying your head for a while; when it doesn't feel alien and strange and new and different any longer, it's been adopted as part of your default state. Dom had been noticing this for a couple years over the few longer camping trips the family would make every year - and it seemed like that moment happened sooner with each trip. This year, it happened on day three, as he woke up to the lurching of the van as it crept over the slight hump of the corrugated drainage culvert embedded in gravel at the entryway to their property and laid eyes on the back of their lake property as Aaron's dad, Jack, carefully minced the van down the gravel path.
Dom realized he was still wearing his headphones, and pulled them down around his neck. He was ravenous, and realized they hadn't eaten much other than a picnic on one of the beaches during their float trip several hours ago. He nudged Aaron enough to get him to stir awake, but was more interested in talking to the adults.
“Hey, what's for dinner? I'm starving,” Dom said. His dad turned from the passenger seat and cracked his stupid dad grin.
“Aw, sorry, Champ. We went to Phoney's while you and Aaron were sleeping. We didn't think you guys were hungry.”
“That wasn't funny when I was six and it still isn't. Pretty sure that qualifies as child abuse,” Dom grumbled, and the parents laughed. Aaron was rubbing his eyes using the insides of his ears, and eventually sat up on his own before realizing exactly where he was.
“Huh? Where are we?” the young rabbit asked.
“Home,” Dom said, before catching himself, “Er, uh. Like, home-base. Camp,” he laughed a little awkwardly. “C'mon guys, what's for dinner? I think Aaron would complain if I started chewing on his leg," the hyena said, trying to be funny.
“Dom! Don't joke about that kind of stuff," Dom's mom, Margie, scolded as the van finally came to a stop on the RV pad. Dom's social filter immediately re-engaged, as he realized his company and the expectations. He'd gotten too comfortable, and had been summarily shut down.
“Sorry,” Dom mumbled, “I didn't mean anything by it.” His eyes caught Jack's in the rear view mirror briefly, and he noticed a brief smirk flash across the elder rabbit's features as Aaron yawned and generally looked a little dazed still beside him.
“Poor taste or not, it was kind of funny. No harm done. What the heck is for dinner anyway, Mom? I'm hungry enough to dig into the Crocutto's stash of grass clippings, myself,” Jack commented in his patently cheesy way, getting a few laughs from the group.
Dinner ultimately, turned out to be a simple affair after such a busy day. A mere thirty minutes later the families were all sat around the campfire roasting hot dogs, with soy-based ‘not-dog’ alternatives for the rabbits. The night wore later as they played games around the campfire, until some partying group at one of the cabins across the lake started setting off fireworks, and Dom and Aaron took their leave from the adults to go sit out on the little dock and watch. They sat close enough for their hips to touch, and dangled their legs into the lake as ripples caught glints of the campsite's warm-white string lights behind them.
“The float trip was cool,” Dom commented, as the boys leaned back against their outstretched arms and watched the colorful bursts in the air, followed a second or two later by the pops, crackles and echoes of their reports.
“Yeah, they're great. We've done a bunch of rivers around here,” Aaron said, his large feet lazily paddling in the water, just swishing it around.
“I didn't expect that we'd be going under bridges, heh- I …I guess I didn't know what to expect,” the hyena said, feeling one of Aaron's feet brush along his. He reached over and nudged it with his toes, grinning a little in the dark.
“Oh, man. There's one we did that goes through a cave!” Aaron said, excited. “Not like, a super long way, but you're like actually underground for a little bit before the river turns and there's a little swimming hole by it,” he said, hooking his toes up under Dom's foot to tease along the underside of the hyena's foot. He relaxed his thigh to let it brush to the hyena's, lightly.
“Woah, that sounds awesome. Jeez, I wonder if I can talk my dad into taking us to that one,” Dom laughed, quieting a bit as the rabbit's foot teased a little more lazily against his own. A quiet few moments lingered in the air between him and Aaron, as they watched a few more fireworks pop in the air. “Hey, uh,” Dom led in, trying not to sound like a bully but quickly realized there was no way around it. “… Why'd you cry last night?”
Aaron froze for a few seconds, remembering his spell the night before, and quietly cringed in his spot before replying.
“Man, I don't know. It was weird, just…you kinda' bit the shit out of me, dude,” he said, rubbing his neck. It wasn't sore anymore, and his shoulder only had the slightest hint of soreness still. “I couldn't breathe, and my butt hurt and I still don't even know if I actually got off and…it was all just kind of a blur and you like…really scared me,” he said, pulling his feet up out of the water and parking his heels on the edge of the dock as he hugged his knees, looking down at his toes as he wriggled them. “…I liked it, though,” he reassured the hyena. Dom scoffed, back to his usual self.
“I don't think I'm ever going to figure rabbits out, dude," Dom said, flashing a toothy grin sidelong at Aaron, “I'm starting to think just about anything would give you a boner.” Aaron grinned and reached to slug Dom in the shoulder.
“Shut up, dude. Hyenas are way weirder. Who the fuck eats dead animals?"
“Keep talking like that and you'll be the next one on the grill,” Dom teased, nudging Aaron back with a barely-there punch in reply. The fireworks had since stopped, and Dom finally pulled his feet up out of the dark lake water as the idea of snapping turtles lurking below the surface got the better of him. “So, uh…did I do anything wrong? Like…”
“No,” Aaron cut him off. “I'm tougher than I look…just don't like, hurt-hurt me, OK? My parents would freak.”
“Your parents would freak? My dad swore to the gnoll gods that he'd drown me in the lake if I got you in trouble on this trip, he'd probably crucify me if I actually hurt you.” Dom laughed.
“Okay, okay, you win,” the rabbit said with a grin, wiggling his toes. “I gotta go pee. Wanna go listen to music after?”
“Yeah, sure,” Dom said as Aaron walked off. A moment later, he stood, stretched, and headed to acquire drinks and snacks for the night.
Chapter Two - Soft#
The tent zipped shut with its usual ease, and cast the two into their semiprivate little den again for the first time since that morning. Aaron winced at the mess they left in their hurry to leave, and wrinkled his nose at the potent scents left behind. There was a chalky-white crust spattered in a long arc across the tent wall, and evidence of a surprisingly big, dried mess on the tarp floor as well before Dom kicked their rug-blanket over it again and smoothed out the ‘carpet' with his hands. Aaron's eyes caught his plush, next, crusted in a thick, stiff layer of whitish hyena seed.
“Aw, sorry, Sonic,” Aaron said, picking up the little plush and worryingly chipping a thumb-claw at the crusted mess, as Dom stripped his t-shirt up and off and flopped back in his bunk, messing with the radio dials.
“It's not like he won't wash, dude,” Dom commented, not sure why Aaron was so attached to such a silly little thing.
“Yeah, I know, but he's my favorite," the rabbit said, wrinkling his nose as he realized his efforts were hopeless, and he stuck his tongue out. “I'll wash you when we get home, promise,” Aaron said to the plush, before moving to tuck the plush back into his backpack.
“Might as well leave it out,” Dom said matter-of-factly as he carefully tuned to the fraction-of-a-millimeter-wide band of reception on his favorite radio station.
“Why, so you can use him as a jizz rag? Gross,” Aaron retorted, sticking his tongue out.
“Hah! Yeah, exactly,” Dom retorted, letting his voice drop a bit more gruff and gravely as he teased the rabbit. Aaron didn't know why, but he liked that idea more than he expected he would; mostly for the implied promise that Dom might still want to play that way.
“… Okay,” Aaron said, tossing the crusty plush over to Dom instead. “…I, uh…can I ask you something, Dom?” he asked, looking out of the open screen windows toward the parents' camp, and then out, toward the lake. Dom set the radio down and clicked their little lantern off to save battery, plunging them into relative darkness before their eyes adjusted to the dimmer light from the string lights around the camp.
“Shoot, dude,” Dom said, stretching in his bunk and scratching at his stomach lazily.
“Why's your cum so slimy? Like, it's like Gak almost,” Aaron giggled, playing with his ears a little as he sat on his own bunk.
“Why's yours so watery, dude?” Dom retorted, which made Aaron think, abruptly, more critically.
“…Okay, fair, but..it's so slimy! Would, uh…c-could, uh…” Aaron's nerve started to fail him.
“…You want to play with it?” Dom asked. It was a pretty easy guess, especially now that Dom's first-take assumption was that Aaron was going to be horny for the rest of the camp. He didn't mind.
“…Yes?” Aaron asked, guarded. He caught a flash of the yellow in Dom's eyes in the dim light, and it sent a fresh thrill through his stomach as his heart stuttered and started to thump double-time in his chest. Dom was a little too ready to respond.
“Then you gotta' squeeze it yourself,” the hyena laughed, rubbing the bridge of his muzzle.
“However I want?” Aaron asked, sounding more like a kid that'd been given free license in a candy store than he would've preferred, but there was no taking it back, now. Dom laughed again, eschewing his polite voice for a real hyena laugh that just sent another thrill through Aaron.
“Yeah, dude, so long as you don't try to stick anything up my butt,” Dom said between chuckles, his tail thumping a couple times on his bunk with a lazy wag.
“Deal,” Aaron said, immediately moving over to Dom and, for the briefest second, hesitating as he looked down at the hyena's bare chest and stomach in the dark. He reached out, and sunk his fingers into Dom's stomach-fur, digging them into the thicker patch just under his bellybutton. Dom gave a quiet noise of approval, and simply leaned back to get comfortable, curious what the rabbit was going to do. He was tired after the long day and, as such, had little inclination to participate too actively. Aaron's fingers dug down into his fur, and the young rabbit's blunt little claws scratched gingerly against his skin, sinking down toward the swim trunks' elastic waistband, before Aaron grabbed them and started pulling. With a little help from Dom, they were down around one of the hyena's ankles, and Dom gave a bit more broad of a stretch after. Aaron hesitated again, just taking in the sight.
Dom was so much bigger than him. His limbs were thicker, as was his core. He had actual definition in his muscles, and pubic fur; he was more grown up in almost every way. Probably more grown up than most kids his age, in fact. His fur was a sort of sandy brown, mixed with black and gray, and in the low light, Aaron could just barely make out the mark of the scar on the bridge of Dom's muzzle. The rabbit's eyes quickly dropped to the hyena's lap again though; a heavy pair of walnuts slung in a soft-furred sack, the slightest Mohawk of black fur dipping from the hyena's sheath-base and down the mid-line of his testes. His sheath, brown-furred with a few spots near its base, laying in a mess of short, black pubic fur on his pelvis. Aaron's hands dropped, and sunk back into Dom's pubic fur on either side of his sheath, scratching lightly through the soft pelt again.
“How'd you get the scar on your muzzle?” Aaron asked quietly to break the awkward quiet, finding a bit of chit-chat better than the rent-to-own commercial on the radio. He dared a casual touch of the side of his fingers to Dom's sheath, thrilled at the feel of its half-flaccid heft. Dom grinned, without opening his eyes; just relaxing back with an ear pivoted toward the parents' camp.
“Fight with my big brother. I threw a chair at him, he caught it and threw it back. I …didn't catch it,” Dom laughed, “Or I guess I caught it but not how I wanted to,” he was quick to correct. Aaron winced.
“What the fuck? Really? Are all hyenas that rough?” the rabbit asked, pausing with his knuckles touching the side of Dom's sheath. Dom's laughter caused it to shake a little against his fingers, which goaded the rabbit into sliding a hand over it and gently gripping its barrel, kneading and feeling the hyena's half-flaccid penis inside, and the squishy layer of his sheath around it. Dom gave an appreciative sound that bordered on a moo.
“Yeah, really. And, uh, I guess…I mean, me and my brothers fight and play rough and stuff, it's not like our dad beats us up or anything though. I don't think we're violent,” Dom defended, soon remembering who he was talking to though as the grip closed on his sheath. He drove his hips up lightly, pushing into the touch as his cock throbbed.
“Yeah, you would say that,” Aaron said, shivering as he felt the throb in his hand. He gave Dom a few strokes, using his sheath as a cushion between cock and hand; the same way Aaron stroked himself at least four times a day - at least, when left to his own devices. Aaron giggled as he felt the hyena throbbing more, and firming quickly. “Feel good?” the rabbit asked.
“Yeah,” Dom said, without trying to defend himself further. Aaron's fingers plied the sheath back and forth for a few moments as Dom rose to full mast, before the rabbit giggled quietly.
“…However I want, right? Close your eyes,” Aaron said with a hushed whisper, looking out the screened window. The parents were seemingly gearing down for the night, and he knew more freedom would come when they were settled in for lights-out. Dom closed his eyes with a crooked smirk, figuring he owed the rabbit a little taste of control after the last couple times they'd played, and simply relaxed back with his legs spread, as he felt the rabbit move.
Aaron shuffled his own shorts and shirt off, before sitting between the hyena's feet, and reaching his legs up, planting both of his big, soft bunny-paws into the crooks of Dom's inner thighs. There was a careful moment of shifting, before Aaron's feet captured the hyena's full sheath and peeking arousal between their soles, mindful of the hyena's balls, and gave a ginger squeeze between their intensely soft-furred soles, causing Dom to gasp. Aaron gave a hushed giggle, and after a moment, managed to unsheathe Dom's erection to tuck under the toes of his right foot, using his left to pin it up into that crook. Aaron focused, setting his tongue between his teeth as he teased and toyed with the hyena's arousal between his feet.
“Big rough n' tumble hyena likes soft little bunnies, huh?” Aaron asked with a teasing tone as Dom gave another appreciative mooing noise, arching his hips. Aaron could smell Dom's arousal, and could feel how he was throbbing between his toes as he held the hyena there, pumping his feet in gentle little tugs that caused his silky rabbit-fur to graze the hyena's arousal again and again. Aaron was rock-hard as well by now, his little spike of pink bunny dick sticking out, barely half as long and thick as Dom's throbbing, black cock. A slick smear under his toes caught Aaron's interest, and he giggled again.
“Ewww…you just slimed my toes dude,” the rabbit said, and Dom just groaned playfully again before reaching down and grabbing the rabbit's feet between his hands. Dom squeezed both feet around his dick and with a few purposeful thrusts smeared several more copious oozes of thick, slick hyena-precum out into the bunny boy's toes. Aaron had to hush himself, “Ewww…that's so gross,” he giggled, smearing the thick slime around the hyena's flesh and realizing how much more into it Dom was, suddenly changed his tune and squeezed his feet tight, stroking the hyena's black dick in that smeared fur.
“Awh, fuck,” Dom uttered, hissing faintly as he helped Aaron pace his stroking once or twice before he let the rabbit's feet go. The hyena panted into the air as Aaron worked him thoroughly over and soon smashed the hyena's cock down to his belly, using both feet to slide back and forth over its belly as he kept the pressure on. Dom squirmed, and Aaron took note, thrilled at his results.
“You gonna go?” Aaron giggled. “Better not on my feet, I wanna see it,” he whispered, grinding just a bit more weight against the underside of the hyena's cock. Dom huffed a steamy breath out and churned his hips upward again.
“Bottle,” Dom said abruptly, gesturing vaguely toward Aaron. Aaron was briefly confused before he realized what the hyena was asking for and looked. Finding an empty sports drink bottle, Aaron busily uncapped it and shifted position again, lifting his feet from the hyena's dick with a long, stringy mess of slimy precum catching the light between his feet and the hyena's glossy cock. Aaron planted Dom's cock-tip at the wide mouth of the bottle and leaned close, nuzzling into the hyena's pubic fur as the rabbit carefully deployed his next weapon against the hyena.
A gentle wrap of impossibly soft, compliant flesh looped under Dom's cock, before being pulled taut around it and squeezed, and stroked. His precum smeared easily to that flesh and slicked the short, velveteen fur. Dom, in a moment of confusion, looked down to see the lop bunny's ear wrapped around his cock, Aaron's gaze fixed on his cock's exposed tip jutting just into the bottle as the bunny stroked him. The hyena huffed another little groan of approval.
“Soft, huh? I play with myself like this sometimes,” Aaron admitted, breathing in deeply at Dom's scent as he stroked the hyena, who was panting and faintly growling by now, writhing on his sleeping bag. “It's okay, Dom, you can do it,” Aaron whispered, working that sleeve of his ear faster on the hyena's flesh, feeling it tightening and throbbing and tensing. There was a brief, stuttered splatter into the bottle; an abrupt issuance of precum in an unsteady squirt from the hyena as he arched and gritted his teeth. A faint gasp…and a sudden, forceful pulse of thick white that erupted into the bottle, almost a full ounce in a single shot, announced with a low grunt from the hyena. The second thick blast was twice the volume, rolling in a singular mass down the side of the bottle to join the first, just before a third, fourth, and fifth enormous gout followed.
The bottle was half-filled before Dom shuddered and huffed out an easier breath, still oozing copious wads of thick white into that bottle as his cock flexed with the latent, lazy twitches of post-climax. Aaron was fascinated by this discovery, and as Dom finally relaxed, the young rabbit kissed Dom's cock-tip and sucked it clean before unwrapping his ear and sitting up to look at the contents of the bottle in the dim light.
“Holy shit…there's so much,” the rabbit observed, eyes wide as he rolled the bottle and observed the nearly-gelatinous semen confirming itself to the bottle's position slowly. Dom laughed and used a hand to milk another tablespoon's worth of seed from his dick, before offering it to Aaron, who allowed Dom to smear it into his palm.
“H-heh, heh…hyenas are water efficient. Our pee's kind of syrupy too,” Dom admitted, which made Aaron mock-gag.
“Dude, barf. That's so gross,” the rabbit giggled, putting the bottle down and holding it between his feet as he smeared the thick wads of hyena-cum around in his paw, examining it. The smell of Dom's musk was making him dizzy, it was so strong, that potent, bitter-spicy-musky-bleachy scent of the hyena's semen hanging heavily in the air despite the slight wafts of fresh air carried through the screen windows by the slight breeze off the lake.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dom dismissed, before lifting a hand to beckon Aaron closer. “C'mon dude, your turn,” the hyena grumbled playfully, and Aaron's attention lifted from the mess in his hand to the hyena, who was already shuffling to make room on his bunk.
“Wait, really..?” Aaron asked, sounding surprised that Dom would want to reciprocate, but soon moved to settle into the spot made. Dom pulled the rabbit's back to his chest, and settled his chin on top of Aaron's head as he looped his arms around the rabbit, and laughed with a husky little grumble in his voice.
“Yeah, really - heh! I'm not that selfish," the hyena mumbled, grabbing Aaron's slimed hand gently and guiding it down to the bunny's stiff prick, urging the rabbit to smear the spent hyena-cum to his privates, which Aaron eagerly did. Dom nuzzled in behind one of Aaron's ears and breathed in, briefly thinking about the rabbit's sister as he squeezed his still-erect cock up to the rabbit's ass, and Aaron pushed back with a shiver. Aaron's cock twitched sharply as Dom grasped it - now slicked with the hyena's potent seed - and gave a firm squeeze, just holding the rabbit with a steady, gentle undulation in his grip, timing it with the rabbit's throbbing.
“T-thanks, Dom,” Aaron said, lifting a knee to spread his legs and make room for Dom, soon panting and pressing back against the hyena, shuddering at the warmth and coarseness of Dom's fur against his back and butt; not to mention the thick, throbbing hyena cock squeezed tightly between his rump-cheeks, as Dom gave subtle grinds and fidgets against his ass. Dom just gave a quiet huff into the rabbit's ear from behind, making Aaron gasp and arch his hips more, as Dom kept teasing him with that tight grip, pulsing in time with the rabbit's throbbing but never actually stroking.
“C- c'mon, Dom,” Aaron complained, after a moment. The rabbit gave a subtle grind of his hips, but Dom frustratingly compensated as the rabbit shivered.
“Nuh-uh,” Dom simply replied over the background hum of the radio's low volume. Dom grinned a devilish little grin to himself as the idea he'd been forming over the last few minutes started to come together. “Don't touch yourself,” the hyena uttered into Aaron's ear. Aaron was confused, but complied with a little nod as Dom slowly let his little cock go, and sat up. “Stay put,” the hyena said, groping for the cum-bottle that had been briefly forgotten, finding it and giving it a little shake with a grin. Dom next grabbed the rain-fly for the tent, wadding it into a makeshift strap and nudging Aaron. “Put your hands together with your arms up.” The rabbit complied, looking confused until Dom began to lash his wrists together. His eyes went wider.
“W-what're you going to do?” Aaron asked, sounding a little unsure, but the notion that Dom was rendering him even more helpless gave him a special little thrill at the same time, that made Aaron squirm. Dom lashed the rabbit's wrists easily, it was a fairly simple knot he'd learned early-on in the scouts.
“Don't worry about it,” Dom simply said, fetching the bottle and uncapping it. Aaron started to realize as he smelled the hyena's cum and looked over his shoulder to see the hyena stroking himself with a gloppy mess of his own slime. His butt was still sore from the night before, but the thought of Dom taking him again made him tremble through his core, tugging at his wrists and realizing how properly they were tied when the makeshift strapping didn't budge. Dom leaned down and cuddled back up behind him after a few minutes, nudging his head up into the ring made by Aaron's arms from behind. Once he was in position, it was trivial for Dom to straighten his back and roll on the pressure, stretching the rabbit's chest and belly into an arch, and drawing Aaron's shoulders back as he wedged himself closer. Aaron gasped as the hyena then rolled back, and hefted the rabbit easily onto his back atop the hyena's chest and belly, with his own underside completely exposed. Dom smeared a cum-slicked hand down to the rabbit's package again, smearing that thick slime into the rabbit boy's cock and balls, before reaching further down to press a thick glob of his slimy semen against the tight pucker between his butt-cheeks.
“Ah..!” Aaron gasped, too-loud, as Dom pushed a middle finger into the bunny and rolled it in a circle, helping smear more slickness into the bunny.
“Ssshhhhut up,” Dom hissed sharply into the rabbit's ear. It was stern, and Aaron complied, biting his lip as he writhed and fidgeted his legs and flexed his toes as Dom worked his under-tail, and soon began to shove his fat cock-head up against the rabbit's pucker, stretching him wider. He couldn't help a tense whimper as Dom stretched him open again, and stretched him WIDE, digging in just until his little cock jerked in the air and twitched. There was a low growl, resonant against Aaron's back, as the hyena stretched and made Aaron's back arch further. “That's it, isn't it?” the hyena gruffly rumbled, as he pulled back and pushed again, seeing the rabbit's little dick jump again in the dim light.
“Y-Yeah,” Aaron gasped as he froze, eyes rolling back as Dom so easily dug into his prostate and started to rake the flare of his glans against the little lump inside him, making him gasp again, and give another tense whimper. Dom just held him tight, one of the rabbit's thighs grasped in the hyena's strong grip to keep his legs spread, the other seat-belting the rabbit's midsection to keep him pinned and stable atop the hyena's chest. Aaron dug his fingers into Dom's coarse black mane-fur and whined as the hyena stretched him out, patiently working his cock back and forth on his little button. Dom panted, giving another subtle growl to the other boy and working up a faint, teasing little hyena-giggle as his nose pressed into the cup of the rabbit's sensitive ear; Aaron swooned and felt lightheaded as his heart skipped several beats, fluttering in his chest when Dom hit his mark again.
“You're so sensitive,” Dom observed with a subtle whisper, still under his voice and using his lower, more primal voice. He gently sunk down deep into Aaron to hilt himself for a few long moments, eliciting a shudder as the rabbit's tight ring clutched at him in reflex. “Tell me when you're about to cum. No fibbing,” the hyena growled. He soaked, hilted, in the rabbit as he lowered his hand that was on Aaron's belly to the bunny's little cock, swiping a slow smear of his rough finger-pad to the bunny's cock-belly, and swirled it around Aaron's tip. The little, pink cock flexed and jumped, and Dom pulled his finger back to let it calm for a moment, before repeating that gentle touch again, and again, always stopping if the rabbit showed signs of heightening arousal.
Aaron was starting to lose himself, panting quietly, smelling his own fresh sweat and aroused scent on the air with how he was bared, and Dom's humid, panting breath puffed steady against his cheek and face as the hyena panted. He shivered and squirmed, spreading his legs wide and gasping as Dom pulled his hips back, slipping out until just his tip was inside and leaving Aaron feeling empty for a brief moment.
“N-No!” gasped the rabbit with a hushed plea, and Dom growled huskily as he pressed in and smeared his cock-tip up to Aaron's prostate again, probing it firmly under a smashing shove of rock-hard hyena dick. The rabbit's little arousal jerked again, and squirted a clear shot of precum across Aaron's bellybutton. “H-Hah!” he gasped again, digging his fingers into Dom's mane despite his bound wrists, hanging on behind the hyena's neck as his back arched. He'd never gone this long before cumming before, and his balls were starting to ache like he'd been racked. His breath was coming in shorter gasps, as Dom slowly worked back and forth, giving deep, hushed little growls and quiet little hyena-giggles into his ears.
“C'mon, you gotta' be close,” Dom whispered, tapping Aaron's cock-tip with his finger, smearing a bit of the rabbit's slick but watery precum around there. “You gonna cum, dude?” Dom asked, just teasing his little rabbit friend as he slowly, deliberately, and extremely carefully wrapped the rabbit's cock up in his fist and gave it another squeeze, steadily tightening his grip as Aaron throbbed and whimpered.
“N - nnh!” the rabbit whimpered, protesting and seeming to beg for Dom to finish the job. “C-close..!” he managed to whine out, as Dom's grip tightened further on him before he froze, pinning the rabbit tightly against him for a tense, trembling moment as the rabbit's cock flexed but, ultimately, failed to come over the edge, and Aaron whimpered out even more desperately.
“Sssh, no you aren't, heh-heh…relax, dude," Dom grumbled with his patent little growl. Aaron was practically feral by this point, his trembling foot-paw held skyward by the leg that Dom kept hold of, the other foot dug against the bedroll to try and scrabble for balance and leverage. He was so, desperately close- he just needed one more stroke, one more push from Dom's hips to grind the hyena's cock against his prostate. But, the moment never came, and soon the rabbit's muscles slowly relaxed against the hyena again, Aaron's cock softening slightly in the hyena's almost painfully-tight grip.
“There, heh-heh…you're fine, see?” Dom growled, giving a couple kneads to Aaron's cock to help it firm back up before giving Aaron a few strokes in his tight, hyena-cum lubed fist. “Mmm, I got ya', dude, rrrr. You smell good,” Dom commented as the rabbit writhed atop him, his words surely falling on deaf ears. Aaron was panting and shuddering, struggling at his bonds feebly as Dom kept it up, alternating between slow strokes on his little cock and deep pushes of his cock-head against that prostate again, making him whimper out and tremble, eyes squinted shut now as he whined.
“Dom, please,” Aaron whimpered, sounding like he was on the edge of tears as the hyena gently probed his prostate several times in a row, before grinding balls-deep again and milking the rabbit's dick, gently, with his fist- freezing again as the rabbit tensed. Aaron tried to thrust into Dom's hand but Dom instantly just let go of him and left him arching into naked air. Dom shuddered, slightly, himself, but kept his playful, low growls up.
“Nuh-uh. Unless you wanna owe me another favor,” Dom growled, neglecting the rabbit's cock entirely, to instead rub the little rabbit's marbles around in their sack, as he gave little rocks of his hips as he soaked, deep inside the rabbit.
“Yeah!” Aaron gasped, instantly assenting to the hyena's demands with a whine.
“Nnnh…I wasn't done yet,” Dom growled, heh-heh'ing quietly under his breath as he took a longer stroke in and out of Aaron, while playing with the little rabbit's balls. “…I wanna play Manhunt again. My way, this time,” he huffed. Aaron could only guess in that moment what that meant, and he swallowed dryly, before gasping as Dom hit his prostate again and made his little dick jump sharply, slinging another shot of precum across his stomach.
“Okay, okay, w-whatever you want,” Aaron pleaded, “Please!” he begged, as Dom continued to withhold touch from the rabbit's dick that was an angry, aching red by now.
“Whatever I want?”
“Please!” Aaron repeated with a weak squeak, “Y-yeah, m-manhunt and favors a-unh, I n-need to cum, Dom,” he whined in raw desperation, and Dom simply drew his hips back and pumped twice more over the rabbit's prostate, before his hand grabbed the rabbit again.
“Say you're mine,” Dom huffed, torquing his fist down around the rabbit's aching arousal, which throbbed and flexed. Aaron squinted his eyes tighter, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“I-I'm yours,” he whimpered in defeat. Dom rewarded Aaron with a smooth stroke in his fist as he pumped his hips, working both ends on the rabbit as he started to fuck him in shallow strokes focused on his prostate, while briskly jacking the bunny off. Dom's free hand preemptively clasped over the rabbit's nose and mouth, silencing him before he could cry out. The rabbit jerked, and shuddered. Dom first felt it with the tight squeeze around his cock, then the throbbing in the rabbit's cock, before it sprayed a forceful squirt of rabbit cum - easily thrice Aaron's volume from this morning - across the tent, spattering his own chest and belly, Dom's face and bunk, and pattering noisily against the taut fabric of the tent walls in an almost constant lurching, spraying spatter as the rabbit came fiercely, crying out under Dom's hand as he pelted messy, spattering shots of watery, white-tinged fluid until he was throbbing dryly, and Dom started taking longer, deeper thrusts into the rabbit with a horny growl.
Aaron was dazed, about to faint through the intensity of his climax as he felt Dom pick up the pace. He whined as his sore ass protested, but Dom was being remarkably gentle, and not thirty seconds later the hyena grunted and clutched him tight again, both arms bear-hugging the rabbit around the core as he felt the hyena grunt and tense, and start to pulse powerfully under his tail again; feeling a messy, thick deposit of heat spurting into his guts; though not nearly as much as was spent into the bottle before. Dom growled into his ear again and made Aaron shudder, simply crooning out a weak little noise as the hyena languidly pumped his hips through his peak; Aaron could feel every throb and flex and violent burst of thick cum out into his belly as he did so.
After several minutes, Dom carefully withdrew his head from the loop of Aaron's arms, allowing the rabbit to, achingly, drop his hands. Without a word, and without pulling out of his ass, the hyena untied the bonds and tossed them aside. Relative quiet filled the tent again, save for the hushed tones of the radio, as the boys panted and tried to recover. They didn't talk; they both knew the score, now. Aaron was Dom's plaything; Aaron had even confirmed as much in his desperate moment, and here, in the sweaty-furred haze of post-midnight afterglow, he had no complaints about that.
The last thing that Aaron remembered that night was when Dom rolled and eased Aaron to his side, spooning up behind the rabbit and, after a bit of reorganizing, pushed himself back under the bunny's tail to take another smooth thrust, and began pumping rhythmically again, starting to breed the rabbit all over again before deep, black, dreamless sleep took him.
Aaron woke, feeling surprisingly well rested; despite the fact that his ass was aching. He found himself with his face buried in Dom's underarm fur again and smiled, stretching his legs as he drew in a deep breath of the hyena's musk, and reached down to hold his own arousal, stiff again, just like every morning. Dom was still asleep, and Aaron didn't mind, simply stroking himself quietly in his sheath as he remained pressed to the hyena's side in a worshipful curl, letting the hyena sleep peacefully as he lifted his head and looked down to Dom's lap, his cock half-erect and still mostly-sheathed. Aaron stared for a long few moments as he stroked himself, until the rabbit shuddered and shot a fresh load of bunny-cum into his own paw, hushing a faint whimper as doing so brought up a fresh ache in his ass. He bit his lip, and then reached to start stroking the fresh, still-warm load into Dom's thick, black flesh in the growing daylight.
Dom's dick responded easily, and Aaron's slippery fingers gripped around its girth as he started to stroke, helping skin the sheath back as he marveled at the hyena's thick arousal in the daylight, watching the streaks of runny bunny-cum smearing into that dark flesh and making it glossy. Dom gave a shift, and spread his legs with a low little noise, but soon stilled again as Aaron worked him, pumping slowly and feeling the places that made the hyena throb more or less, exploring as he worked the hyena in his sleep. He found a pace that got Dom throbbing as rhythmically as he could, simply working the hyena carefully back and forth as he stared down at the huge-to-him black member.
There was a low growl and an arch of Dom's back, the hyena half-waking with the ache of arousal in his balls, and dreams manifested into reality as the hyena ground his dick into the soft, slick passage he'd found himself inside. His cock throbbed, jerked, and issued up a fresh, almost-steaming wad of thick cum that pooled in his pubic fur and navel before he felt lips around his cock-head, and opened his eyes to see the back of Aaron's head in his lap, the lop-bunny's ears flipped back over his shoulders as the rabbit sucked the last ounce of his load out from the source, and Dom grunted in approval.
“Nnnhh, dude,” Dom groaned after he'd finished, and Aaron was busy trying to gulp down his cum with the help of a bottle of water. “You have to wake me up like this every morning now," the hyena laughed, and once he could, Aaron did too.
“Okay,” the bunny said, a bit hoarsely before he took another drink of water. “…Hey Dom?”
“Yeah?”
“…Can we cuddle some more before we get up?”
“… Sure.”
Chapter Three - Catfish#
An hour later, Dom and Aaron were getting dressed after a hasty and awkward clean-up session using bottled water and an old t-shirt shared between the two; making themselves at least presentable enough to not arouse their parents' suspicions by way of flecks of dried cum clutching together matted spikes of fur; all thanks to the rabbit's fountain-like eruption the night before. Aaron spoke up, as he was tugging a t-shirt on and pulling his ears free of the neck-hole.
“…Did you mean what you said last night? … About playing Manhunt again?” the rabbit asked, sounding unsure. Dom look briefly lost, before his memory was spurred.
“Oh, ha! Uh, it could be fun, I guess,” Dom said, not sure what Aaron was on about. “I, uh…I forgot about all that stuff I said, heh.”
“I didn't,” Aaron said, as he watched Dom pull his shorts on. “I think…I want to play that with you,” he said after a tense moment.
“… Like, play hard?” Dom asked. Dom knew what he meant, and assumed that Aaron did too by now.
“Yeah… Uhh, you don't have to hold back,” Aaron said, but Dom could tell that he still sounded scared.
“…Yeah I do," Dom said, knowing better. Aaron was far too delicate for him to use his real strength on. Aaron didn't challenge him, which Dom found refreshing; it told him that Aaron wasn't only tough, he was smart, too.
“Okay. I still want to play.” Aaron said. Dom couldn't help but sense a note of resolve in Aaron's voice, that made him worry.
“You're sure..? You, uh…you know you don't have to do that to make me like you. You're cool,” Dom said, ignoring the parents' first call for breakfast.
“I know. I'm gonna fight back, too.” Aaron said, as he let a little grin creep into his expression.
“…You're going to lose,” Dom said with a wicked little sneer.
“We'll see. I get to fuck you if I win, right?” Aaron asked, lightening the mood. Dom laughed - his real laugh, that made Aaron smile even more despite the instinctive tightening in his gut that grew a little less pronounced every time Dom triggered it. He was getting used to this, and starting to like it.
“Ha! Yeah, dude, if you beat me in a fair fuckin' fight you can go rabbit-style on my ass. Scout's honor. Get the fuck out of here, I'm hungry," Dom growled huskily as he shooed the rabbit to open the tent flap and soon headed out with him toward the smell of breakfast with their parents.
When on longer camping trips, Dom's parents usually made sure to schedule so-called ‘lazy days’ after outings and activities, where the most exertion they'd suffer would be a bit of fishing or a short hike. Heading into the little lake town a couple miles down the road would be an exceptionally large expenditure of energy usually; and that was confirmed over breakfast. Zero plans. Dom grinned across the picnic table at Aaron as they both dug into a stack of pancakes, one of the few dietary positions they seemed to find common ground on.
“Does that mean me and Aaron can go for a walk?” Dom asked, his tail wagging. Aaron looked up at Dom, a little confused. Ted just laughed,
“And where do you think you're going to go?” the elder hyena wondered.
“I wanted to show Aaron the bait shop. We could pick up bait for fishing while we're there!” Dom asked, trying to sweeten the pot. He knew the glance that was shared between his mom and dad, as he rabbits looked on from the other side of the table. Dom took another big bite of pancakes with a hungry growl as his dad made a show of hemming and hawing about the idea.
“Well, I suppose it could be useful to have some fresh night-crawlers,” Ted said, and Dom pumped his fist in a celebratory moment, as Aaron looked on, confused.
“I don't get it? What's so great about a bait shop?” the young rabbit asked. His parents seemed oddly curious too.
“Oh, man1 Heh- you'll see, dude. It's not just bait, they've got all sorts of cool stuff,” the young hyena said, wagging his tail. “Aaron can come with me, right Mister-and-Missus Lapin?” Dom asked, putting on his best ‘good kid’ face. The Lapins weren't fooled, but subject to the pleading look on their son, they quickly assented, contingent on their son's desire.
“Sure!" Aaron said, curious to see what could get the hyena so hyped up.
“Woo!” Dom shouted, stopping just shy of a proper hyena-whoop; but it was close enough that Aaron could tell he almost slipped.
“I still don't know what could be so cool about some back-woods bait shop,” Aaron grinned as he wandered along the side of the road with Dom, the kids meandering in the late-morning sun ever-closer to the intersection of the forest service road and the highway that cut through that end of the valley and around the other side of the lake from where they were.
“Hah! It's not the bait,” the hyena joked, his tail wagging lazily as he plodded along beside the rabbit. They were getting close to the Montgomery camp, though from the gravel road you'd never tell how set up they were, set back into the woods as far as they were and well hidden by the undergrowth.
“Well, I figured that much. Hey, how long have you known the Montgomeries anyway? They seem cool, if kinda' weird.” Aaron joked.
“Aw, man. You don't know weird yet,” Dom laughed. “The Montgomeries are cool, heh- my mom and dad knew them before I was born. I think they live out here all year 'round,”
“Alright, so what's weird if they aren't? Roadie said he's got three moms…” Aaron said, and Dom laughed.
“Hah! That's just because his parents are swingers or something. The kids that live in the farm up the road here, they're weird. Dad says they're part of some religion but I think it's a cult,” Dom said, confident in his assessment. “They just don't act right, man. If they're out, just try to ignore them.”
“Uhhh, okay,” Aaron said, soon more wary as they passed the sign at the end of a gated road reading Grand Valley Farm. It didn't seem all that special or weird to him, but nobody was around. Despite that, Dom gave it a wide berth as they passed, and Aaron followed suit.
The two soon found themselves at the crossroads, a lonely intersection a few miles outside of town still, where a wide wooden building stood in a vague sense of structurally-sound disrepair. Two fat opossums sat out front, backed by innumerable signs about fishing, bait, tackle, beer, ice, gifts and souvenirs. The opossums were drinking beers despite it being barely noon, and arguing over something they couldn't understand thanks in part to the men both speaking in a strong Aardvark Mountains accent, as the kids made their way inside.
Aaron first noticed the smell of lake-water, bait, and fish-slime as he followed Dom into the store, announced by the ring of a bell that the door hit as it swung in. Before the door could close, though, the rabbit's heart jumped into his throat as soon as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer lighting inside the store and found himself loomed over by a massive a feral black bear, taxidermied into a fierce snarl. It was wearing a fishing vest, neon-colored sunglasses and a fishing hat, standing on a small platform just inside the entrance. Dom laughed as the rabbit visibly startled, as did the alpaca behind the counter.
“Haw! Larry ain't gonna git'cha, kid! He been deader'n a door-nail since 'fore you was born!” the proprietor laughed in his heavy accent. “C'mon in and have a look 'round.” Dom just grinned at Aaron. That stupid, dopey, mischievous grin that Aaron had begun to associate with trouble.
“Hey Frank, dad wants some night-crawlers,” Dom simply called to the proprietor, and the alpaca lifted a hand with a wordless wave as Dom wrangled the rabbit to his side.
The shop was impressive, Dom was right; it wasn't some ditchy corner bait shop - Well, it wasn't just some ditchy corner bait shop - the proprietor had put a lot of work into decorating the place and making it interesting enough to draw out-of-towners and tourists. The walls were covered in odd taxidermy creations, rustic old signs, novelty signs, curious and interesting gadgets and bits of machinery that looked cool. There were old-fashioned soda coolers with real old-fashioned glass-bottle sodas, and rows of old-fashioned candy and various merchandise for campers and out-of-towners to grab quick necessities, trinkets and gifts, t-shirts, hats, sunglasses. The place never seemed to end, and as Aaron broke off and started to explore, he found himself soon face-to-face with a glass wall, looking up into murky, dark water as soon realized he was faced with a massive aquarium.
“…What the heck is in here?” Aaron asked nobody in particular, squinting as he tried to get a glimpse through the dark water, though looking a little wary at the same time as he backed up to the rack of fishing gear behind him to take it in more. Dom soon showed up beside him, bumping shoulders with the rabbit playfully.
“Get up closer and look!” the hyena urged, giving Aaron another nudge as he wagged his tail.
“No way dude, especially not with YOU telling me to,” Aaron laughed, “It's probably a big fat alligator or something, isn't it?” Dom rolled his eyes.
“Fine, whatever,” he said, feigning disinterest enough and stepped forward himself, leaning up close to the glass to look into the dark water. Eventually, Aaron did as well, as Frank watched from behind the display-cases and counter. A tense minute passed, before a huge, old catfish cruised past the glass to investigate, easily bigger than Aaron. The rabbit's eyes widened.
“Holy shit! That thing is huge!” Aaron shouted in alarm as he stood back from the glass, watching the huge fish cruise by.
“N'aat's what she said,” the proprietor uttered without missing a beat. Dom and Aaron both laughed before Frank continued, “That's Annabelle. Her sister Bonnie's ‘round somewhere’s too."
“Woah,” Aaron said, “How big do they get?” The alpaca wavered his hand.
“Couple hundred pounds, biggest I seen. Annabelle's 'bout half that though," Frank said, leaning against the counter and watching the boys follow the catfish down the length of the tank until she disappeared back into the murky water.
“Jeez, that's so cool! My dad would've crapped himself, he thinks fish are gross,” Aaron laughed, soon distracting himself with the rack of candy he'd come across, picking a few old-fashioned sugar sticks out and sticking them in one of the provided bags. Dom picked out a bag of his favorite candied bacon, and a soda the rabbit had never heard of before. Aaron was too curious, and picked the supposedly cucumber flavored soda for himself, and headed to the counter where Dom was checking out the display case with a broad selection of homemade knives with an element of fascination that both interested and worried Aaron, who didn't see the big deal.
“What do YOU need a knife for?” Aaron challenged the hyena, who grinned back at him.
“I don't know. What if this weird rabbit kid tries to do WEIRD stuff to me when we're camping out and I need to shank him?” Dom challenged, and they both laughed.
“Like you'd need a knife for that. You ever heard of a hyena needing to defend himself against a rabbit?” Aaron asked Frank, who shrugged.
“I'unno. If'n the rabbit's got a knife, th'n the hyena should. Knife fight's ugly business though, ain't nobody winnin' that.” the alpaca said with his deep accent. There was something about how he said that, which implied a certain knowledge. “You fella's need anythin' else? Magazines? Smokes? Chaw?" he teased, tossing his head toward the rack behind the counter with an array of sports, hunting, and nudie magazines.
“One of each?” Dom asked, pressing his luck and making Aaron look at him with wide eyes.
“Haw! Yeah, yeah, nice try kid. C'mon back in a few years n' maybe I'll slip ya' a titty mag,” the alpaca laughed. “Six-fifty, all in with the bait. Cash or cash?” Dom put up the ten-dollar-bill his dad had provided them and, once his change was doled out, the kids headed back to the road and back toward their camp, trading sodas a few times. Aaron liked Dom's pick; it reminded him of Fruity Rebels. Aaron's soda made Dom wrinkle his nose, the hyena having expected something sweeter.
“So, uh…are we playing Manhunt tonight or what?” Aaron asked, after they'd walked in silence for a few minutes along the side of the gravel road as they drank their sodas.
“Uh…yeah, if you want. We should probably wait ‘til late and sneak out though," Dom said as they crossed an earth-bermed bridge over a ravine with a creek at the bottom that ran through a couple large drainage culverts under the bridge. “…What if you scream again, though? Like…I don’t think-”
“You can make it so I can't,” Aaron said matter-of-factly as he looked over the guard rail and at the steep slope and water below. He kicked a rock over the side to watch it sail into the creek's lazy trickle of water. Dom joined him after a moment.
“I could, but… Do you really want-” Dom started, before Aaron cut him off again.
“Stop worrying about me!” Aaron protested, “I'll be fine. I … I want you to be mean. And rough. You're good at it," Aaron said, unable to believe himself even as he said it. “You're good at being a bully,” Aaron said, unable to stop himself. He didn't believe what he was hearing come out of his own mouth, even if it was completely correct.
“You're going to get hurt,” Dom said, this time as simple matter-of-fact. No ifs, no buts. No more training wheels. Aaron rubbed his shoulder, which he realized wasn't sore anymore.
“That's okay,” Aaron said, looking over at the hyena who, exasperated, looked back.
“What if it's bad, though? Like, a bruised shoulder's one thing but I could've taken your whole arm off," Dom said, rubbing the back of his neck. It wasn't often that he talked about this stuff. Aaron gave a fidget.
“…Okay, maybe don't like, tear me apart?” Aaron laughed, realizing suddenly just how differently they were imagining things. Dom didn't laugh, and just rubbed his muzzle awkwardly.
“It's…hard to not want to, sometimes. Like when you're under me. I know I could…and it'd be like nothing to do it either," the hyena said, easing down to sit and lean back against the guard rail, watching an old pick-up truck rumble by.
“I trust that you won't though.” Aaron said, soon easing down to sit beside the hyena.
“… That makes one of us, at least,” Dom admitted, hugging his knees. “…You aren't a pred, you don't know what it feels like.”
“You did good that first time. I liked when you bit my neck.” Aaron said. Dom looked at him, confused.
“I bit your neck?" Dom had been confident up to this point that he had specifically bitten Aaron's shoulder. "Fuck, sorry, dude. See, that's what I m-”
“Stop it!” Aaron protested, more strongly now. “I'm not some little fragile baby and YOU aren't some psycho killer pred, you were fine and I'll be fine! Ugh, for a bully you sure are a pussy. It was more fun when you didn't like me," Aaron said with a flash of rage. He meant it, though, and Dom looked surprised for a brief moment as Aaron stood up and stormed off down the road. Dom watched him for a second, and pushed himself up to stand.
“Hey, wait,” Dom called to Aaron. The rabbit didn't slow down, still fuming. Dom jogged to catch up. “Hey! I'll do it, but you HAVE to promise me you won't fuck me over if you really get hurt. We come up with a story and stick to it. Deal?"
Aaron didn't answer, still walking with a stern scowl, even as Dom followed alongside him.
“You're a weird little fucking rabbit, you know that?” Dom said, scowling. “Literally the only rabbit in history that's gotten mad at a pred for not wanting to do really fucked-up pred shit to them, I swear.”
“Ugh, shut up,” Aaron finally said, still walking briskly and stony-faced. Dom scowled, realizing but not caring that he was exclusively using his gruffer, more aggressive voice now.
“Fine, fuck you too, dude. You're fucked."
Chapter Four - Do-Over#
The tension was palpable for the rest of the day, despite the kids' best efforts at masking their anonymity toward each other in front of their parents. Aaron wasn't quick enough when questioned by his parents, and simply refused to talk about it. Dom, when eventually his parents' usual accusatory attention was directed his way, formulated a lie seeded by truth; Aaron wanted to roughhouse and play like carnivores played, and he was mad because Dom didn't want him to get hurt, and they had a fight about it because Aaron felt like Dom was treating him like a baby. This had a twofold effect of both justifying their abrupt scorn for each other, and also painting Dom in a more positive light with his parents; he usually needed all he could get when it came to that. That angle also had the unexpected knock-on effect of securing a conversation between Aaron and his parents about the realities of carnivore-herbivore relationships and the realities they had to live with, thanks to genetics and biology.
Aaron sulked most of the night. Dom didn't exactly help matters, however. One very important part of carnivore life in polite society was being aware of herbivore triggers. Those little quirks of socialization that tripped instinctive behaviors the herbivores couldn't help but be thrown into fight-or-flight from. It was remarkably easy to turn the tables and, even subtly, be on his worst possible behavior. The occasional low growl as he passed near Aaron, or odd, unexpected glances at the rabbit when the rabbit was standing in front of a light source, better catching the bright-yellow reflection of the hyena's eyes in the dark. Dom knew exactly what he was doing, and employed every last tool in his arsenal against the rabbit that he could while flying under the parents' radars.
By the end of the night, Aaron was unbelievably on edge, worse than he'd ever been before. Dom was staring at him across from the fire, letting a marshmallow burn on the end of a stick as the bright-yellow reflective points on his face burned a hole straight into the rabbit's nerves. Aaron couldn't deny that familiar pang of anxiety, adrenaline and arousal as the rabbit's knees tucked together and he dug his toes into the ashy, loose dirt beside the fire-pit. Dom's attention briefly shifted toward the rabbit's movements, which were familiar to him by now.
“Really, dude?” the hyena asked, glancing toward the parents who were playing cards and chatting at the picnic table. He continued, with a more hushed tone, “Your last fucking night on Earth and you're getting a boner because a hyena's staring you down? You really can't be helped," Dom growled, flashing far more fang than was necessary with his wicked little grin at the rabbit. Dom had already decided that the psychological game no longer had rules, so long as he didn't actually hurt the rabbit. He wanted to traumatize Aaron at this point.
“You don't scare me, Dom,” Aaron lied. His heart was racing already, so fast his chest was aching. Dinner sat on his stomach like a lump, still, despite having eaten several hours ago.
“Yeah, I do. You're already about to piss yourself again. I can smell it on you.” Dom said, flicking his stick and sending the burning marshmallow sailing through the air to spatter and stick on the log near Aaron. He jumped as the flaming marshmallow sputtered out and smoked. Dom laughed; it wasn't an amused laugh, but wavered between a polite laugh and a hyena's real laugh. That hyena laugh wasn't about comedy; it was about challenge. It was well known to be an instinctive war cry; a promise to anyone who dared stand in his way that they would lose limbs if they wanted to come to blows.
Aaron hated how easy it was for Dom to read him.
Two hours later, and lights-out had come with a sense of anxious finality as the RV's went dark and, twenty minutes later, Dom looked across the tent to Aaron. Both were sitting on their sides of the tent in an uneasy stand-off.
“…You get a ONE minute head start. Straight back and to the ravine. Left, out of camp. There's nothing down there but scrubby woods for at least a mile." Dom said. Aaron just scowled at him across the tent for a few long seconds, as Dom pulled his t-shirt off. “What, you want me to count out loud for you?”
Aaron took his cue, and unzipped the tent as stealthily as he could before tearing off into the woods, finding his way down to the ravine and running, full-speed in the moonlight along the silty shore and, eventually, through the water itself before he climbed out of the shallow ditch and into the undergrowth of the woods. There wasn't any home base, no safety now but to not be found, or somehow achieve the remote chance to outsmart the hyena. Aaron was thrilled at the idea, and simultaneously horrified. What the hell was he doing? Was he stupid? He'd goaded a hyena into seemingly pathological malice and then committed to a hunting game in the middle of the night. One at the end of which there was almost sure to be a fight. One that was almost surely going to see him overpowered, brutally, in every way he could imagine. Even more infuriatingly, why did he like that idea so much?
Aaron felt the silt and clay fall from between his toes as he pushed through the undergrowth closer to the lake, and doubled-back on his own paths a few times to make branching trails that would buy him, hopefully, more time to -.
A low, loping cackle in the distance interrupted his thoughts. Had it already been a minute? Of course it had - a minute is a vanishingly small amount of time. Aaron hushed, creeping as quietly through the undergrowth as he could, focusing on his sensitive hearing as he tried to put as much distance as he could between the hyena and himself. Thankfully, Dom wasn't shy about being heard - in fact, he seemed to want Aaron to know exactly where he was, as regular cackles and hyena-whoops coursed through the still night air to remind the rabbit exactly what he was up against. Aaron pushed deeper into the woods, able to see the reflection of moonlight off the lake through the trees on one side, and veered away, not wanting to be sandwiched between the pursuing hyena and the water.
The still night air was conducive for Dom's needs. He could smell the rabbit's trail plainly once he'd found the footsteps in the silt leading up and out of the creek water. Dom followed the creek, broadly watching the reflections of the lake through the relatively narrow strip of woods to survey, continually, for movement between the trees as he swept further and further, belting out those maddening, unstable hyena-cackles periodically, directing them toward the bluff across the road to bounce the sound, and maybe flush Aaron back toward him. His nose didn't lie, though; the rabbit was nearby. He concentrated and listened, and heard a brush of foliage in the distance, heading that way with a deeper growl, building up in his chest into a full-fledged hyena-whoop, unbothered by the idea of being overheard by his parents, now. Dom started to run through the woods, skirting around and occasionally straight through scrubby bushes and dead-fall with periodic cackles as he pushed on the source of that noise.
Aaron went still, hearing Dom nearby. He clutched the solid-seeming stick he'd found, nearly the length and breadth of a baseball bat, as he hid in the shadows under a fallen tree. His heart was beating rapidly, four times a second at least, pounding in his ears and making it hard to track the hyena's approach, though the occasional whoop or intimidating cackle betrayed the hyena's position still. Aaron's memory flashed back to the nightmare he had after the first night they played Manhunt, and then to the events after he'd awoken from that nightmare. His gut tightened, hearing Dom's footfalls now in the leaf litter on the forest floor. His grip tightened on the stick.
Dom slowed, as the sound of the rabbit's flight disappeared, and he began sniffing at the air. He swept in wide arcs through the undergrowth, growling under his breath and giving short, huffing hyena-laughs, slowly triangulating the source of that smell in the still air, until his foot sank into soft earth as he stepped off a rocky outcrop near a fallen tree. A searing pain registered in his shin, timed instantly with the sharp crack of wood on shin-bone, making Dom bark out a curse as he caught a glimpse of Aaron in the shadows, already reeling back to take another swing with the stick.
At his head.
Dom's arm went up defensively and caught the stick as it sailed toward him, and as soon as he secured a grip on it, he gave a hard yank to pull Aaron off his balance, and lifted his still-smarting leg to kick the rabbit square in the stomach; a move he'd used on his elder brothers before. The blow landed solidly, sending Aaron tumbling back, violently winded and clutching his stomach as Dom found himself in possession of that stick, now. Dom shoved Aaron back to the dirt with the jagged end of the stick on his shoulder, and then rolled the rabbit over, smashing his face into the dirt and pinning the stick across the rabbit's back as he climbed in over Aaron.
A squeaking whine of pain and protest from the breathless rabbit barely registered as Aaron struggled to get his breath back, even as Dom growled a husky curse from his chest, bearing his weight down against that stick and making the rabbit whimper again.
“I'm fucking better than you,” Dom panted gruffly into the rabbit's ear, twisting that stick to grind the jagged nubs where some smaller twigs had broken off of it into the rabbit's back. “Say it!” Dom hissed. Aaron choked and tried to gasp for breath, tried to find his voice, as the sharp stick dug into his back. Tears were welling up in his eyes, and he squinted them shut, not wanting to give Dom the satisfaction.
“Fuck you!” Aaron spat into the dirt. He tried to say something else, but was choked off as Dom simply leaned a hand against his throat and pressed him firmly toward the dirt. A choked gurgle is all Aaron could manage, as Dom tossed the stick aside and pulled Aaron's shorts down in back, and after a bit more rustling, the rabbit felt the familiar girth and heat of the hyena's cock wedging between his ass-cheeks. Aaron struggled again, gasping in a deep breath when Dom's grip loosened and only managing a brief yelp of alarm before Dom cut him off again with a simple, seemingly too-easy squeeze of his hand on the rabbit's throat. The hyena angled down and plunged his dick up the rabbit's ass without the aid of even a drop of precum. Aaron kicked and jerked under him in feeble protest, thoroughly overpowered by the hyena's strength as the hyena's cock bore deep into the rabbit's stomach and jabbed at his guts.
Just as the pale moonlight began fading away behind the TV-static darkness of hypoxia, Aaron found himself able to heave another gasp of fresh air through the soft forest soil his face was pinned in, only realizing once torque was applied that the hyena had pulled his arm behind him and twisted him into a wrist-lock that only tightened when Aaron struggled. The hyena was growling over his back, searing pain under his tail as he was fucked dry and without prep, feeling Dom's rock-hard dick pumping back and forth rapidly, wasting no time. Aaron's ears were pulled back and to the side, causing the rabbit's head to lift, exposing his throat to the hyena which made Aaron's heart skip a beat.
He had dirt in his eyes, but didn't need what little blurry vision he had to know Dom's muzzle was hovering close over him; the hot, humid breaths of the hyena's panting damping the fur on his face did perfectly well at that. Each time Dom shoved forward, there was a low, carnal growl from him and a meager squeak from Aaron, who cursed himself for sounding so weak. In that moment, Dom agreed, and torqued the rabbit's wrist tighter, demanding a yelp of pain that Aaron instantly delivered, only to be silenced under the capture of jaws around his neck to naught but a strangled rattle. Dom's jaws tensed again, raking the sharp ends of conical canine teeth deep against Aaron's windpipe, the rabbit kicking and panicking as the hyena's grip cut off his airway.
Dom's jaws didn't budge. The hyena bucked deep into Aaron's ass again, with another husky grunt and growl. Dom's free hand drug the rabbit's ears back further and smashed them, bundled in his fist, into the dirt, dragging the rabbit's cheek into the soft earth as well before Dom bodily shoved his face into the ground and loosened his jaws. Aaron didn't hesitate to gasp for air, dragging in a mess of soft forest soil into his mouth and nose which set him coughing, only to be choked off again by the tight, intense grip of the hyena's jaws. Aaron bucked and struggled again, to no effect. Dom was in full control, and the rabbit was simply along for the ride.
Aaron's blurry vision began to fade into that dark TV-static again as he choked and struggled. He managed only a tiny, pathetic hiccup of a gasp for air as the hyena adjusted his grip and bore down tighter, and Aaron's eyes widened in spite of the dirt in his face, sightless, as the ringing in his ears and static vision consumed all but a deep, gruff grunt from the hyena above him, before the world went black.
Chapter Five - Miscalculation#
Dom shuddered as he buried himself to the balls in the rabbit's ass as he came, pumping four thick surges of steaming, gluey cock-snot into Aaron. As his orgasm wracked him, the hyena dug his teeth in until he just barely tasted blood, and felt the rabbit's resistance beneath him turn to fruitless, disorganized jerks and then a mere helpless, desperate attempt at a gasp for air despite his jaws' tension. Dom relented, letting out another gruff huff and drug his still-stiff dick out of the rabbit's ass, wiping his blood-streaked black flesh through the cleft of the rabbit's rump as Aaron laid, limp, on the ground for a full two seconds before another convulsive gasp hauled in a breath of air with a sick-sounding rattle. Aaron didn't move.
“You fucking happy, now? You're bleeding,” Dom grumbled, grimacing as he squeegeed his fingers around his dick to milk out the dregs of his cum and at least give a rudimentary cleaning to its surface before he tugged his shorts back up. Aaron didn't respond, but a second or two later another sickening, snore-like gasp for air heaved into the rabbit's otherwise lifeless body. It sounded unnatural, and raised Dom's hackles as his judgement slowly returned.
“Quit fucking around, dude,” Dom said, grabbing Aaron's shoulder and pulling the rabbit over, who was limp as a stuffed animal. A pang of horror shot through Dom's gut as he saw Aaron's eyes, lifeless, half-open, with flecks of leaf litter and dirt clinging in his lashes and on the otherwise clear surface in the moonlight.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuckfuck, no, Aaron!” Dom shouted, shaking the rabbit by his shoulders briefly. Aaron didn't respond. Dom checked his throat, rubbing his fingers and coming up with barely anything; a tiny bit of blood from where a canine tooth dug in. Not enough to do any real damage. Panic began to set in, and had to be choked back with a distressed sob from the hyena as he blinked to clear his eyes, and tried to remember what little he could from the Scouts.
Dom pushed a thumb at Aaron's chin to open his mouth- it wasn't completely obstructed, but his mouth was packed with soft black earth from the forest floor, and Dom used a finger to dig it out from behind the rabbit's buck teeth as best as he could, just before Aaron heaved another unnatural, forced gasp. This time, Aaron's breath caught halfway into the gasp, and he choked, then coughed a fat wad of muddy earth up right into Dom's face, before the rabbit's body wracked with a powerful coughing and choking fit and he twisted to the side, gasping desperately for air and hacking up more wet, black soil. Then he threw up.
“Aaron! Shit, okay, j-just cough it up, yeah,” Dom encouraged, giving the rabbit a few smacks on the back as the rabbit leaned heavily on his own elbows, still hacking and coming out of it. Aaron's ears were ringing. His head was pounding worse than he'd ever felt before - same for his ass. Each firm slap of the hyena's broad hand on his back resonated and re-lit the smoldering embers of the nerves set alight by the pressure of the stick he was pinned under. His vision was blurry, and he blinked rapidly, tears streaming from his eyes as they tried to flush the dirt and debris. Dom rubbed at his own eyes, still streaming tears.
“You're alright dude, you're alright,” Dom encouraged, as Aaron cleared his airway and eventually croaked out for a drink of water. “I don't have any, uh…just catch your breath, man, then we can head back to camp and get you cleaned up,” Dom uttered, still worried, his heart pounding in his chest still.
It was another ten minutes or so until Aaron was ready to try heading back, the time spent while Dom tried his best to clean the rabbit up. When Dom stood and tried to help Aaron up, Aaron's knees faltered and he sunk back to the dirt immediately. Dom sighed, too full of guilt to even tease Aaron at this point, and he carried the rabbit back, almost a full mile, across the uneven forest floor, with Aaron barely hanging on around his shoulders, face buried against Dom's collarbone and crying quietly, as Dom brooded, too shaken to make fun of the rabbit, or blame him for what happened, or say anything at all. He just princess-carried the rabbit all the way back to camp, and quietly cleaned Aaron up, as best as he could. They'd figure out something better in the morning, and right now, Dom was just happy that Aaron was safe as he laid back beside the rabbit, and, in the wee hours of the morning, the rabbit curled in beside him and nestled close.
Dom stewed quietly, as Aaron occasionally shifted and coughed, or blew his nose again to clear more dirt from it. Neither spoke. This could never happen again. Aaron woke something up inside him that couldn't ever be let out again. Never, ever again. He wasn't just an asshole; he was dangerous in a way he'd never even considered, before, and… he had to break it off. They had to cut this out. Aaron needed to hear it. He just had to speak up, cut it off clean. Aaron would understand, now, surely. Dom rubbed a hand at Aaron's side as he laid with the rabbit against him, and nudged the rabbit lightly. He opened his mouth to speak, but thanks to the barest hesitation, Aaron beat him to the punch. It was mumbled in his tiny voice, frayed around the edges from coughing but a simple, impossible-to-misunderstand phrase.
“I love you.”
Aaron nestled in and slid a big, soft foot across Dom's shin, and soon the rabbit was dozing back off already, before Dom had even processed what happened.
…Maybe it can wait 'til morning.
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