content: gender neutral reader, outdoor tomfoolery, cockwarming
It’s not like you’re going to make the same mistake twice. Or thrice. Or…you count on your fingers the many times you promised to be careful outside of the hotel grounds, only to be pounded by some monstrous neighbor dwelling nearby. The manager stares down at you with a stern frown, reminding you of a strict father.
“I need some fresh air,” you say, shooing him away with your hand. “It’s just one night of camping. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
He’s not fully convinced, but he nonetheless trots aside and clears the way for you. You give him a thankful nod, then wobble out and into the professionally maintained wilderness of the outskirts. Ah, yes, the untarnished greenery that hasn’t been turned into a luxury holiday experience yet. It’s just you, the lush hills, and- wait, are those rabbit ears?
You pull out your binoculars and scan the surroundings. You could swear you saw something just a moment ago, but the landscape remains still, merely swayed by the gentle wind.
By the time you reach your resting spot, you’ve completely forgotten about your mysterious discovery. You seem to have discarded any worry regarding the inhabitants of these parts too, yawning in your folding chair, sprawled out and admiring the setting sun. It’s a good day to relax.
Or is it? You’re taken aback by the sudden movement behind you – there hadn’t been a single sound, not the faintest shuffle, nothing that your human ears could pick up and alert you of. You tumble out of your chair and collapse into the warm grass, ready to scream for help, when you notice the perpetrator is none other than the horndog hare you’d encountered during your Easter egg hunt.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” he whines, immediately pouncing after you. His freckled cheek rubs against your back while his hands skillfully fiddle with your clothing. “Told myself I must be dreaming when I found you earlier today. But you’re here,” he says, sighing dreamily and giving you a squeeze, as if to confirm you are indeed not a figment of his yearnings.
You hadn’t included fucking on your to-do list for today; more importantly, his speech is barely registered as you eye a fat cricket dangerously close to your presently fondled body.
“Listen, this isn’t the place-” you argue in vain. Who knows what cursed critters are crawling in this overgrown vegetation? Yet, the hare hybrid is much too delirious in his desire to notice your protests, pressing you further into the ground and mounting you.
Oh, he’s terribly eager to claim you, his thrusts swift and sloppy, increasing to a chaotic pace until he’s twitching and heaving in exhaustion, letting go inside of you. He runs his snout all over your sweaty, disheveled body, relishing in your scent. He’s not letting go of you tonight, keeping his member lodged in, desperately holding onto you.
He’s fortunately sleeping soundly when you wake up, so you gingerly untuck yourself from his embrace, lifting yourself off his cock and crawling out of the tent to get dressed. You roll the socks over your feet with a grimace. Sure, it was a nice pounding, but at what cost?
“I better not find any ticks on me,” you mumble towards the zipped entrance. Damn grass and bushes. What was that itch you felt overnight? What’s this red spot above your knee?
“I’ll take care of it,” the hybrid calls out lazily.
All that’s left is to find out where you’re headed. He can’t take another disappearance from you.