Midmorning Bunny was meandering through the meadow, nibbling a petal here, a petal there, when she found herself face to face with Fox.

“There you are!” chortled Fox. “Just who I was hoping to run into.”

“Don’t you mean whom?” queried Bunny.

“Say what?” said Fox.

“It’s whom you were hoping to run into, not who.”

“If you say so,” Fox retorted. “Either way, if I catch you, you know I’m going to eat you.”

“What, no guile? You just blurt it out?”

“Guile?” questioned Fox.

“You know, that sly but seductive approach. Something to do with the falling sky or the flowing stream.”

“No sky falling here, and the creek, last I saw, was bone dry.”

“I must say, I’m thoroughly disappointed. I expected more from you,” Bunny said.

“Sorry,” said Fox. The word was no more out of his mouth than he lunged.

Bunny swiveled.

Fox followed.

Bunny darted, leapt, wheeled, and dashed.

Fox lagged, tumbled, sprawled.

“Two out of three?” Bunny asked.

“You done me in,” Fox gasped.

“Now we see who eats whom,” Bunny announced as she nosed forward, captured Fox’s cock between her lips, and sucked with art and fervor until Fox cum cascaded forth, filling Bunny’s mouth and throat.

“Delish,” Bunny said, smacking her lips. “Same time tomorrow?”