The Bunny and the Wolf
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - An older wolf meets a younger bunny during a bus trip. An unexpected encounter sparks the beginning of a new relationship.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Science Fiction Furry Magic Incest Father Daughter Uncle Niece Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Clergy Teacher/Student Prostitution
20 minutes to 25 minutes
Jane
I gently stroked her silky wolf ears with my fingers as she lovingly licked me. “Baby, keep doing that. That really feels good. You know how to make a woman feel good.” As if to acknowledge my praise, she gently inserted her fingers into me, finding my g-spot and expertly matching her strokes to her licking of my sensitive clitoris. Feeling my pleasure coming closer, I looked up into the eyes of Moses Lightfur as he knelt behind the beautiful wolf, holding her hips and moving in and out of her as her tail moved back and forth with pleasure. As he smoothly and powerfully moved in and out. I could hear her low growl vibrating against me as her own pleasure began to race through her body. “Yes, Moses, take care of our little wolf, make her feel good. She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?” I gasped, feeling my lower belly tightening with pleasure.
I kept rubbing her silky ears, concentrating on that spot that she really enjoyed. This wasn’t the first time that Moses, the woman and I had been in this position and if I had anything to do with it, it wouldn’t be the last.
“Jane, are you close? I want to make sure that you get there before I do,” Moses said to me, as he continued making love to our bedmate.
“Moses, don’t worry about me. I’m so close. I’m just waiting for you. Please, baby, help her feel good. Show her how good you can be to her. Show her. We know how to take care of our wolf.”
“Okay, Jane, I will. Let’s see ... can we get this sexy wolf to howl,” he said as he tightened his grip on her shapely hips and increased his pounding into her willing body.
With her expert licking and touching on me. His skillful and knowing movements into her. It was a race to see who would find Heaven’s Gate first. With one final, powerful thrust and roar, he exploded into her, and, as if it was a chain reaction, I felt her rapid licking at me tip me over the edge. I arched my pussy into her mouth and screamed out my own release, holding her ears and pulling her firmly into my groin. I could hear her muffled cry of pleasure as she also found her own release.
As we both had our own orgasms. He pulled out of her and I let her beautiful ears go as she lifted her face from between my legs. “Wow, you two really know how to take care of a wolf. I mean, last time I thought I couldn’t feel any better, but again, wow!” she said as she slumped down beside me.
Quickly following her, Moses lay down on my other side. I was sandwiched between my two lovers, feeling content and happy without any hesitation. I sat up rolled over and with loving care. I began to clean Moses’s manhood with my tongue. I could taste our lover on him and I so badly wanted to take more of him into my mouth. But I could tell he was finished for the night.
I made sure to get every spot clean from him as he gently stroked my ears. “That feels good, Jane. Now take care of our wolf over there and be a good girl.”
Following his request, I focused my attention on our lover. I straddled her chest, my backside over her face, as I unashamedly began to lick her pussy clean of Moses’s seed. This was really the only time that I would actually get to taste more than just a hint of him. It was almost like a gift. I would lick his precious seed from the woman we shared.
I whimpered with pleasure. A primal excitement, as I felt myself unexpectedly have another powerful orgasm. As I cleaned every ounce of his semen from her.
As I continued licking her. I felt her fingers slide into me, gathering moisture. But before I could react, the familiar game started again. She slid her damp fingers up to my anus, pressing against it. I gave a little whimper, beginning to pull away. But before I could move, I heard Moses say, “No, stop, Jane!”
I stopped and obediently continued licking at her as she began pressing her fingers against my resisting rectum. I gave a little involuntary whimper. It always felt weird when she did that, but I knew I should relax and be a good girl. Moses liked to watch this.
I wanted to please Moses and I knew this act would really excite him. Maybe this time he would actually want to be with me and not have another lover between us.
As she began pressing a second finger into me, I took a deep breath, relaxing and focusing on the pleasure. “So, Pastor, how many? Last time, I got three into her before she, you know, let go. Do you think I can get more?” the wolf asked excitedly as she pressed her second finger into my tightening anus.
“I don’t know, Sable. I think you could get more in her than last time. But again, like I told you, with Jane. You need to be forceful with her. You’re not hurting her. Just do what you need to. She will give you what you want; you just need to be firm.”
I heard them discussing what they would do to me as my face was buried between her thighs, slowly lapping at her, trying my best not to clench around her invading fingers. I knew I could take more. I just knew it; I just didn’t need to let go so soon. If I just let her in...
With a whine, I felt her third finger slide into me and then, before I could pull away. She slid a fourth.
I began to lift up my face from between her thighs, but I felt his strong hand on my back as he said firmly, “No, Jane. This isn’t yours anymore. This is our backside; we’re going to get more into you now, so stop fighting it.”
I nodded submissively. “Yes, Moses. I’ll be good. This is yours; it’s always been yours,” I whimpered, feeling my pussy beginning to become excited.
“Wow, Moses, when you talk to her like that, she just relaxes. She was really fighting me. I don’t know how you do it, but it’s like you’re talking directly to her ass.” Hearing those words come from the lips of our beautiful wolf mate, I blushed fiercely, knowing that maybe she was right.
With the combination of his slow strokes on my back and her gentle pressure into my surrendering backside, it happened. She was halfway in this time; I thought, this time I’m going to do it. This time I’m going to be rewarded.
I heard a low whimpering from someone else, but when I focused on the sound, I realized it was me. It was not a whimper of pain, maybe not so much. It was more a whimper of submission as I eagerly wanted to show Moses that I could be what he needed me to be.
Sable, with a firm press, got her small hand into me. “Moses, she fucking did it. I’m really in her. She is tight, but I’m actually in her!”
I turned my head to the side, staring at Moses. I could see that he was watching where the wolf woman’s hand was also; I could see he was excited. I felt a sense of pride knowing that I did it—I pleased him.
“So, Moses, are you ready to play the game my sorority sisters used to do with pledges? It was part of the ritual—seeing how many places we could get a pledge to mark as a show of commitment,” the wolf woman said with a sly grin. “I liked doing it this way. It was always the best.” Her voice filled with excitement. “Let’s take her out to the balcony and see if we can get her to mark our first area. How about it?” She began to sit up as I crawled forward, her hand still firmly in my ass, guiding me in our sexy play.
“Isn’t that going to be difficult? I mean, how will you be able to move? Why don’t we just get her to mark this room?
The room seemed to fade around me, the faces of my lovers becoming blurry as if drifting away. A strange, echoing hum filled my ears and my body felt weightless, floating in a hazy, surreal fog.
I tried to reach out, to hold onto them, but my hands passed through nothingness. The sensations faded. The warmth disappeared and I felt a soft pull like being gently lifted from water.
My eyes fluttered open and I was lying in my bed, sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. My heart was pounding and I took a shaky breath, feeling both relieved and oddly longing. “Just a dream,” I whispered, running a hand through my fur. Still feeling the vivid remnants of the sensations lingering in my body.
Sitting up, I tried to shake off the strange mix of emotions that clung to me. That dream had been, intense, leaving me both exhausted and oddly exhilarated.
My phone buzzed beside me. I reached over, rubbing my eyes as my screen lit up with five unread messages. Ruth Lightfur, the sender’s name flashed. A reminder of last night’s hazy conversation. The bar, the drinks and a woman with beautiful eyes. Who claimed to be Moses Lightfur’s daughter. My stomach clenched. What did I agree to?
I groaned, scrolling through the messages. Ruth’s words from last night slowly surfaced, piecing together the wild plan she’d proposed: “taking down” her father. My thumb hovered over the delete button. Best to forget it all, I thought. I didn’t need to get mixed up in someone else’s grudge, especially not against my own boss.
Before I could hit delete, my phone buzzed again. This time, it was an incoming call. Ruth, the screen read, making my pulse quicken. I bit my lip, hesitated a moment, then accepted the call. “Hello?”
“Jane! It’s Ruth. You remember me, right? From last night?” Ruth’s voice was surprisingly cheerful, a bit too chipper for the morning and laced with an undeniable confidence.
“Uh, yeah,” I said. Sitting up, my mind still foggy. “Look, about last night ... I was pretty drunk. Well, I’m actually his secretary. So whatever I said ... it probably wasn’t serious.”
Ruth chuckled, her tone playful. “Oh, you sounded pretty serious to me. But hey, no pressure. Why don’t we just meet and chat? We could grab breakfast, somewhere neutral.” Ruth paused, then added, “I’ll send you an address to a diner downtown. They’ve got great pancakes if that helps.”
I felt a faint smile tug at my lips. Maybe it was the promise of pancakes, or maybe it was the spark of intrigue Ruth had stirred in me. She is kind of cute, I thought, a bit surprised at myself. “Alright,” I finally said, trying to sound casual. “Send me the address and I’ll ... I’ll be there.”
“Perfect!” Ruth replied, her voice bright with enthusiasm. “I’ll see you soon, Jane.”
As I ended the call, I stared at the screen, half wondering what I’d just agreed to. It’s just breakfast, I reasoned, a strange flutter in my stomach. A quick glance at the clock told me I had just enough time to get dressed and make it downtown. Besides, what’s the harm?
In the gentle light of dawn. The husband stirred awake. Felt the familiar warmth of his wife beside him. She lay still, facing away, her curvy form silhouetted in the faint morning glow filtering through the curtains. As he looked at her, his heart ached with a mix of desire and frustration. She was undeniably beautiful—a squirrel with rich, soft fur and curves that had once drawn him to her like a magnet. He reached out, hand resting gently on her hip. His thumb brushed the smooth fur there. Savoring even the quiet moments they shared before the kids would soon be up.
She shifted slightly at his touch, enough to allow him to pull her close, but there was no spark, no eagerness in her response. He tried to ignore it, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, breathing in the soft scent of her. His hand moved along her side, feeling the curve of her waist and hip. Trying to summon some intimacy from her stillness. She was giving him permission, lying compliant in front of him, but he felt her mind was somewhere else entirely. She was there physically, but her heart—her true self—felt far away.
As he moved with her, a hollow feeling gnawed at him, his frustration deepening with each passing moment. She’d raised her tail, letting him enter her, but her body felt mechanical, yielding only out of duty. She barely moved, her desire absent even as her body accepted him, leaving him feeling the growing weight of her indifference. His mind flashed back to that message he’d seen on her phone over a month ago. A message to”Jane” that had been far too familiar, far too personal, pleading for another chance. Each thrust became tainted with resentment, the bitterness rising as he wondered if she was thinking of Jane. He could tell Her mind was elsewhere. Even as she lay beneath him.
He’d wanted to confront her back then, to make her admit what he suspected, but he’d held back, torn between fear of the fallout and a desperate hope that maybe he was wrong. Now though the distance between them felt insurmountable. Widening with every hollow movement. He regretted his silence, feeling it had only deepened the chasm between them. As they finished, her body lay still beneath him, as if waiting for him to let go, to be done so she could move on with the day.
He pulled out of her and she rolled away almost immediately. Straightening her fur and sitting up on the edge of the bed. “Alright, honey. I better go make sure the kids get their breakfast,” she said briskly, her voice cheerful but detached, as if this intimacy was just another task checked off her morning list. There was no kiss, no lingering touch, just her rising to move on with her day. “Okay,” he replied, his voice quiet. He watched her leave the room. The door closed softly behind her and he let out a long frustrated sigh. Feeling the familiar weight of loneliness settle in his chest.
For a few minutes, he lay there alone, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t shake the ache, the resentment simmering beneath his love for her. She was the mother of their two children, a nine-year-old girl and an eight-year-old boy. Yet here he was, feeling more like an intruder in his own marriage. He glanced toward her side of the bed and there on the nightstand. Her phone rested its screen dark. His pulse quickened. That same pull of suspicion tugged at him.
He reached for the phone, hesitating only briefly before unlocking it. His hands felt cold as he scrolled through her recent messages, searching for anything from “Jane” or any other sign of her hidden life. Nothing new appeared; no recent texts or calls that seemed out of place. But he remembered that one message he’d seen, the one that still haunted him. The words had been a strange mix of guilt and longing. As if Jane had once been closer to her than he’d ever been. “What did I do wrong? I mean ... I did everything he liked—everything you liked. Just give me another chance. I’m sorry, I mean it ... I love you two. Can we get back together?”
The words echoed in his mind though he’d only seen it once. He couldn’t shake the memory. That single message had been enough to stir doubt to make him question what else might be hidden beneath the surface. With a heavy sigh. He put the phone back, his frustration only growing.
He finally pulled himself out of bed and headed for the shower. Hoping the hot water might wash away his lingering resentment and confusion. Under the spray, he tried to focus on the day ahead. To push his thoughts toward work and family. But as he scrubbed away the remnants of their loveless intimacy. He found himself wondering why he clung to a marriage that felt more like a habit than a partnership. By the time he stepped out and dried off. He’d pushed the thought aside, unwilling to face it fully.
When he entered the kitchen. The smell of coffee and breakfast greeted him, cutting through his heavy thoughts. She stood by the stove. A practiced grace to her movements. As she flipped pancakes and poured juice. Their two children, chattering at the table. Were absorbed in their own little world. One a girl of nine. Her fur was a soft chestnut like her mother’s and the other a boy of eight. With his father’s bushy, reddish-brown fur. She looked up as he entered. Offering him a bright smile that looked almost too practiced. “I packed your lunch already,” she said. Her tone was light as if nothing were wrong. She leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning back to the stove.
He murmured a quiet “thanks”, grabbing his thermos and the lunch bag she’d set on the counter. Her attention had already turned back to the kids, her warmth toward them so genuine that it made him feel like an outsider. As she served the pancakes, her voice was warm and full of love as she encouraged the kids to eat up. He hesitated, watching her for a moment, then asked as nonchalantly as he could manage, “So ... are you going to go to the church today?”He tried to keep his voice even, but the resentment crept through anyway, thick and unmistakable.
Without looking up, she responded casually, “Yeah, after I get a little work done around the house. Then I’ll head over and help with some activities there.”She smiled, still focused on the kids’ plates, seemingly oblivious to the edge in his tone.
He forced a nod. “Okay,” he replied, managing to keep his voice steady, even as the question lingered bitterly in his mind: I wonder ... are you going to see ‘Jane’ there? He let the thought twist in his chest as he moved toward the door.
“See you later, honey,” she called out, her tone so casual, so easy, as if there were no hidden secrets between them. He lingered a moment, wanting to ask her more, to press her for answers, but instead, he simply nodded and walked out, carrying with him the heavy weight of his resentment.
Ruth
The diner was the same as always. Its ambiance is filled with memories of mornings spent with my father. My coffee was warm and waiting. But today wasn’t about him. Today was about Jane and I had a feeling this conversation would lead her exactly where I wanted. I watched her walk in and when we hugged, I could feel something there, the way she held on a little longer like she was glad for the closeness. I tucked that thought away, already thinking how useful it might be.
We took our seats and talked casually about breakfast. I could tell she was at ease here and that’s what I wanted—her relaxed, unsuspecting. I ordered French toast, Jane got an omelet and Flo, that sassy cheetah of a waitress. Played along, giving us her usual bit of banter. As Flo walked away, I figured now was as good a time as any to bring up what I had in mind.
“So, Jane,” I began, watching her reaction carefully as I sipped my coffee. “I’ve been thinking ... maybe the best way to bring my father down is through the women he’s used and tossed aside.” I kept my tone light, just a suggestion and saw her tense just a little, that slight flicker of discomfort I was waiting for. “Maybe we could get them all together at the megachurch and let him see the consequences of his actions in front of everyone,” I said it slowly, watching how the idea landed.
Jane didn’t jump in, though. She fidgeted with her napkin, glancing away. “I mean ... it’s not like he’s that bad,” she muttered. “He’s never really hurt anyone.” Her defense sounded thin, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. I could tell there was something else there, something holding her back. She was nervous and loyal to him. Sure, but maybe more than that?
I leaned forward, keeping my voice soft but direct. “Jane, last night at the bar, you looked pretty upset. What was really bothering you?” I watched her pause, her fork frozen in midair. She looked down as if she were sorting through her feelings and then, finally, she spoke.
“It’s ... he was with someone else.” Her voice was quiet, almost embarrassed and I could see the frustration there. I didn’t even have to ask who. My dad. She wanted him, probably had for a long time, but now she’d started to feel that sting of being left out. I could use that. “It’s just ... he never would get with those women without me participating in some way...” She trailed off, her words unsure.
I nodded knowingly. “So, it hurts, being set aside like that. He just assumes you’ll always be there, always loyal.” I paused, letting her absorb that thought, letting it sink in. Her eyes found mine again, a hint of recognition there and I could see she hadn’t quite let herself admit this. “Jane, don’t you think you deserve more than that?”
She looked down, a pink blush creeping up the inside of her ears as she processed what I was saying. She didn’t answer, but her silence was enough. I let my hand rest lightly on her arm, just for a moment, enough for her to feel it. “I think we understand each other,” I said softly. “Us girls, we’ve been through things ... and we know what we’re worth.” Her gaze met mine, her expression softening and I could tell the suggestion was starting to settle in.
We finished eating and I watched her eyes flick back to me, the indecision still there but wavering. I could see her wrestling with her loyalty and her attraction towards me. Trying to reconcile it with the anger she felt at my father. We got up to leave and I made sure to walk close, close enough that my tail brushed her arm as we walked to her car, keeping her attention on me.
As we made our way back to our vehicles. I walked close enough that my hip brushed against her arm, each touch gentle but deliberate. I could sense her tension building, feel the slight quickening of her pace like she was caught between wanting more and feeling unsure of where this might go. That was exactly where I needed her.
Just before we reached our destination. I paused, pulling her into a hug. I held her a little tighter, letting her feel my warmth, my presence. I allowed my hand to slide lower, down her back, brushing over the base of her tail. I knew what I was doing and knew the effect it would have. When her tail lifted just slightly, only to lower again quickly, I felt a pang of familiarity, a flicker of recognition.
That involuntary lift of her tail—I knew it well. I’d felt that same instinct, that pull to give in, more times than I cared to admit. Being claimed, being held close in just that way, it stirred something in me that I usually kept hidden, especially now. But with Jane, I had to hold myself back, to put that side of me aside. She needed someone firm, someone who would lead. And right now, that someone had to be me.
I saw her ears flush, her gaze turning downward, embarrassed. She’d shown me something real, something she probably hadn’t meant to reveal. But I let my hand linger just a moment longer, not saying a word. Letting her feel that unspoken understanding between us. There was a part of me that wanted to drop the act. To let someone else lead for once. But I pushed that aside. I needed her trust and her loyalty and I could feel she was drawn to confidence. If I was going to get her to join me, I had to be the one in control.
“You’ve got my number,” I murmured, my voice low as I leaned in, planting a soft kiss just at the corner of her mouth, enough to feel her lean into it. “Call me when you’re ready and we’ll make this happen.” I stepped back, watching her face, her eyes still caught somewhere between excitement and desire. But I knew the spark was there, the connection. She wanted this—wanted me—and I’d use that to bring her to my side.
As I turned to leave, I couldn’t help the slight satisfaction that bloomed within me. She was drawn in, ready to follow. But beneath that satisfaction, there was a tug, a reminder of how easily the roles could have been reversed. I knew exactly what it felt like to be on her side of things. But for now, I was the one in control. And if it meant I had to do this to get what I wanted. I’d hold onto that role, even if part of me ached for something else entirely.
Max stirred from sleep, something wet and warm rubbing against his thigh. His eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the early-morning light slipping through the thin hotel curtains. A pair of large, fuzzy bunny ears filled his vision, bobbing rhythmically as Lily nestled herself on top of him, lost in her own world. Her gentle, panting breaths gave away her pleasure as she ground against his upper thigh, seemingly unaware he was awake.
Amused, Max watched her, a lazy smile spreading across his face. She was entirely focused, her hands pressed against his chest, her cute furry butt rocking back and forth with each movement. She looked so happy. Her ears twitched with each rub, her lips parted as she kept up her little motions. He thought it was adorable—her innocent desire, her complete comfort with him how freely she expressed herself.
After a moment, she paused, her green eyes fluttering open as she felt his gaze on her. A faint blush colored her ears and they flattened back slightly with embarrassment. “Oh—Max, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. “I was just ... in the mood.”
Max chuckled softly, lifting a hand to gently stroke her back. “Don’t worry, bunny girl. Go ahead if you want. I don’t mind.” His fingers trailed up her spine and he could feel her relaxing under his touch, her earlier embarrassment melting away.
She gave a small, shy smile before resuming her motions, her body gradually picking up the rhythm again. Max could hear her breathing deepen, her petite frame moving against him. Her movements are instinctive and eager. He found himself even more charmed by her as he watched, feeling the tension within her build until, with a soft, breathy gasp, she came, shivering as her body released the last of her desire.
She lay atop him, chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, a small, contented smile on her lips. Max continued stroking her ears, his hand moving tenderly over her silky fur. “Feel better?” he asked with a grin, his voice a low, comforting rumble.
Lily nodded, her ears still tinged with pink. “Yes ... much better.” She laughed lightly and nestled into him, enjoying the gentle way he held her. He hadn’t stopped stroking her ears and she closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his fingers running along the soft length.
Max’s silver eyes softened as he looked down at her. “You know, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to feel close like that. You’re cute, you know,” he said, watching as her blush deepened at the compliment.
She gave a shy smile, looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. She loved the way he saw her and cared for her and she felt her heart swell at his kindness. Just as she was about to say something. Though, Max’s demeanor shifted. His tone took on a thoughtful note.
“I’ve been thinking,” he began, keeping his hand idly on her back, “do you think maybe I should go to that church and talk to Moses Lightfur about his daughter?”
Lily’s brows drew together in a slight frown. “I don’t know ... he doesn’t really know you. And...” She hesitated, looking up at him with a cautious expression. “Do you think it would do any good? He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who cares much about others’ feelings—unless it somehow fits his ego.” Her voice softened as she spoke, her own memories of a narcissistic father surfacing.
Max nodded, considering her words. “I get what you’re saying, but ... we’re stuck in this reality and I think maybe Ruth is why we’re here. We’ve heard about what she’s been through, and ... I just can’t shake the feeling that if he knew how much pain he’s caused her, he might be willing to make things right.” He looked into Lily’s eyes, hoping she’d understand his reasoning.
Lily sighed, her gaze dropping to his chest as she drew little circles through his fur with her finger. “Yeah, but ... he sounds a lot like my dad is. You know, always needs to be the hero in his own story, the center of attention. And I don’t think someone like that can easily admit they’ve hurt someone, especially their own daughter.”
Max nodded again, understanding her hesitation but feeling a sense of resolve growing within him. “I hear you, Lily. But maybe it’s worth a shot, even if it’s just to try. Ruth deserves some kind of closure, even if it doesn’t lead to reconciliation.”
Lily considered his words, her expression softening. She wanted to support him she could see the sincerity in his eyes, the compassion that drove him to want to help. After a moment, she sighed and nodded. “All right, Max. But ... maybe I should talk to Ruth first. If she’s not open to the idea, then ... we might have to leave it alone.”
Max gave her a warm smile, his hand trailing gently along her back. “That sounds fair. You talk to her I’ll wait to hear what Ruth wants,” he said softly. “If she’s open to it, I’ll go talk to Moses. But if not—well, we’ll do things her way.”
As Max finished his last words, his hand resting comfortably on Lily’s back, he felt her shift slightly against him. She gave him a playful, mischievous smile. One ear twitched as her eyes sparkled with intent. Without another word, she slowly pushed herself up, sitting up on his lap and smoothing her hands along his chest.
“Well, since I’ve had my needs taken care of,” she murmured, her voice soft but brimming with warmth, “I think it’s only fair I take care of my wolf.” Her fingers trailed down his torso, brushing teasingly over his abs as she slid lower, her gaze never leaving his. Max felt a tingle at her touch, watching her every movement with quiet amusement and growing interest. He had to admit, she looked gorgeous in the early-morning light, her blush just visible beneath her soft fur and he couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at his lips.
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