Cottontail Captive
By: ThatRandomRaccoon

The smallish bipedal rabbit quietly hopped along the dimly lit neighborhood street. The only things lighting his way were some porch lights shining upon nearby backyards. His ears twitched as his head looked around the area, seeking the perfect hiding spots to hide his plethora of colored eggs and place his baskets of treats. It was once again that special time of year. The time of year where families got together, ate good food and drinks, and ran about their yards wondering what special treats they would find in their eggs. It filled him with great pride to be given the honor to carry out such an important task, the task of being the Easter Bunny. Yes, it was quite a long job and it was far from easy, but he knew it was always worth it in the end.
He was just about done with this neighborhood. After tucking away a bundle of eggs within a bush, he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something.
But what? He had hidden an abundance of eggs, and every house had a basket for every resident living within it. Well, almost. There was just one more house that needed to be accounted for. With some extra bounce in his step, he smiles to himself as he makes his way further down the street, almost ready to move on to the next neighborhood. As he got closer to the house, that feeling began to nag at him stronger than before. He couldn’t figure out what he could be forgetting though. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for the bunny, he would soon understand what his instincts were trying to tell him. It was… THAT house.
The resident that stayed in this house was a bit more… unique then the other ones that lived here. He was a species that the Easter bunny could have sworn he had seen numerous times, but there was something just distinct enough about him that caused him to fall into what seemed like a unique category of his own. He had a build as sleek as a fox’s from his soft fur, yet as capable looking as a wolf’s due to his larger frame (compared to a fox’s). His eyes had the cunningness of a fox’s as well, yet he had jowls as strong as a wolf’s… Just thinking about it causes the bunny to shiver, despite the lack of chill in the air. A fox and a wolf… two of the most respected predator species rolled into one. Not to mention that back then, they had a particularly deep hunger for…

The bunny couldn’t bring himself to finish that thought. At first, there was an instinct deep within him that told him to run away. Get as far away from that house as fast as he could! Before his thoughts became too rowdy though, he took a deep breath. No. He couldn’t just skip this house. Every other house had gotten eggs and baskets, from the smallest of mice to the biggest of bears. Just because this creature may be different then the others, that was no reason for him to not get treats like everyone else. Besides, the chances of the canine-esc creature being up around this time were very slim. There were no lights on inside his home as far as the bunny could tell. So, with a final deep breath and a quick stretch of preparation, the long eared mammal slowly tip-toed onto the property, his senses heightened as he cautiously glanced around.
He began to slowly place different eggs around the yard, his ears constantly twitching as he instinctively kept alert for any sign of danger. He hid some within bushes, a few on some low hanging tree branches… where else could he put some? Well, when in doubt, he could always get a bit cheeky and try hiding some under the front door mat… T-The front door? At THIS place? No way. It was enough he was standing here at all! He had hidden enough eggs, surely it would be enough.
But he still had the basket to place down next to it… The Easter Bunny lets out a nervous, heavy sigh. The nervous fluttering feeling in his chest was becoming more prominent, his little heart beating faster as his fight or flight instincts began to kick in. He couldn't help it. It was some long lost part of his DNA that was reawakening after years of survival instinct taught his ancestors to do.
All he had to do was walk up the steps to the house, put down the basket, and he would be done. After building up the courage to do so, he carefully makes his way closer to the front door, his senses working overtime to make sure even the smallest unseen thorn couldn’t hurt him. He was asleep… He was asleep… Suddenly, he heard a loud Thump! from what sounded like was coming from within the house! In just a fraction of a second, the bunny was already speeding off of the property, making a squeaky sounding shriek as he fled with terror! His fast speed didn’t give him much precision however, as he accidentally smacks his foot into a garden gnome, causing it to fly back and shatter onto the front porch. The bunny was filled with too much adrenaline to fully notice or care. As he dashes off and takes cover behind a neighboring bush, his eyes locked onto the home of the canine to ensure he wasn’t being followed.

His heart pounded as he panted faster than he could count, silently praying that he didn’t alert his presence to anyone. As he got the chance to sit and ever so slowly regain his composure, he began to feel the tingling, aching pain from his right foot. Hitting that gnome was more painful then he initially realized. He quietly groans to himself as he adjusts his eyes to look down at it. It didn’t feel broken, but he feared it would get in the way of his gifting duties. Why tonight of all nights? If only he hadn’t been so- Creeaak… His head snaps from his foot to the sound of a door slowly opening. It was from the canine's property, and what the Easter Bunny saw next caused his face to feel as white as a ghost. It was him… the fox-like wolf that he dreaded seeing.
The orange, blue, and white furred creature stepped outside through the front door and onto the porch. A tired, yet confused expression was on his face as he looked around rather sleepily. He could have sworn he had heard a loud crash.
When he looked down and saw the shattered garden gnome next to his hind paws, the tiredness on his face turned into an annoyed sense of disappointment. That answered that. “Huh? What the!? How did this happen?? There’s no way the wind could have done it!” He huffs as he scans his yard, the thought of a potential intruder causing a quiet snarl to build up within his throat. As his keen eyes looked around, he didn’t see any intruders, but what he did see was a series of colorful ovalish objects peeking out behind different foliage and objects in his yard.
These weren’t any old objects. They were eggs! The canine’s upset demeanor leaves him almost instantly as he realizes what this must mean. The Easter Bunny had left his mark! And with eggs, that meant a basket filled with delicious sweet treats for him to enjoy! Sure, it may not be filled with savory meats or squirmy prey for his liking, but he wasn’t one to turn down a nice chocolate snack every now and then~ He begins looking around for the anticipated basket, only to come to the realization… it wasn’t here? What? No way! Where was his Easter basket? He’d been waiting weeks for this moment! Suddenly, something hit him. The eggs that lined his yard, the missing Easter basket, the smashed gnome… Maybe this legendary bunny was closer than he thought~
A wide, toothy grin crept onto this face as his eyes glinted with a cheeky dominant glaze. Tonight had taken an interesting turn! A very interesting turn indeed… The bunny had been watching him the entire time, his body feeling its adrenaline slowly turning back on as he saw that grin. When he saw the canine begin to leave his porch, stroll down his yard, and take long and slow looks around

the area, it took all of his self control not to let out squeaks of fear. The canine knew he was here… and he was looking for him. Should he run? Should he stay put? So many thoughts and fears were rushing through his mind, it caused him to remain paralyzed as his eyes never looked away from the smirking creature.
As the canine continued searching for the bunny, his tail began to slowly sway behind him. Oh, how he LOVED a good hunt. The anticipation of stalking your prey, the thrill of speeding after it, the satisfaction of gulping it down whole and alive… There was nothing else like it. Perhaps, on this particular night, he would have been a bit more merciful. After all, being filled with so many delicious candies is bound to make even the most capable of predators a bit lazy. However, not only was his precious Easter basket missing, his gnome was smashed to bits!
He was not in a merciful mood, and he was hungry. VERY hungry.
All this thinking about sweets, chocolates, and bunnies was causing a deep, almost primal need to feast building up within his depths. A low, yet powerful Grroowwll… emits from his middle as a result, causing the hiding bunny’s ears to twitch with fear. This was no longer just about teasing a creature of the opposite type. This was about showing why you should never test a powerful predator like this. The canine folds his paws behind his back as he continues to stroll, his eyes now scanning the very bushes that the Easter Bunny was hiding within.
The bunny held his breath, his heart beating a million miles an hour as he squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t bear to look, a surge of terror flowing through him unlike anything he ever felt before. He begins to tremble, silently praying that he wouldn’t be seen. As he remained hidden within the bush, holding his breath for what felt like eons, he finally built the courage to open his eyes again. He was leaving… The canine was leaving, walking down the street. Oh, thank heavens.
That entire moment was the definition of nerve wracking. But now… he was safe. He takes a long sigh of relief, holding a paw up against his chest as he closes his eyes to recompose himself.
“Ahh, so I did see something after all~” With just a single sentence, the bunny feels like his entire body has turned to stone. He didn’t want to look, he genuinely didn’t. He was just hearing things. It was his paranoia. The sudden warm huffs of air washing against his face though… he couldn’t ignore it any longer.
With a body tingling with fear and a heart working overtime, he slooowly opens his eyes. It was him. It was the canine. His eyes stared deep into his as he knelt down in front of the bunny, piercing his soul like a bullet crashing through a

window. The two of them remained motionless as they stared. One dripping with confidence, while the other overwhelmed with fear.
The canine KNEW he had the upper hand here. He was practically bathing in the moment. The seconds ticked on like hours, both of them waiting for eachother to make the first move. Then, without warning, the Easter Bunny zooms off in just a fraction of a second! He ran and ran like the devil himself was behind him! Unfortunately for the bunny, this devil had agility that was impressive as well. Damn impressive at that. It seems that the canine’s hybrid of genes wasn’t just for show after all. While he wasn’t quite as fast as the bunny, it was going to take more than a scramble down the street to lose him. He had a humongous toothy grin on his face as he chased the bunny, his heart pounding in anticipation and work as his powerful eyes shimmering as they remained locked on to his prey.
The bunny glanced back for just a moment, and seeing that look only caused him to run faster! He had to get away! He had to get away! Fate, however, had other plans in mind… All of this running and bounding was starting to wear the Easter Bunny out, especially the foot that had smashed into that cursed gnome. It was beginning to ache quite noticeably, causing him to slip, limp, and nearly trip over. He had to keep running though. He had to- Oh no! He approached a curb, and as he tried to do a quick leap up it, his aching foot acted up at the worst possible time. Applying extra weight to it caused it to give way, causing the bunny to plop onto the ground! Before he could even blink, BWOOM! The large paws, massive frame, and deep panting of the canine were right on top of him. He had lost. He had been caught.
His ears and fur felt the canine’s breath wash over them, a big, pleased grin on his face as he finally got a close up look at his soon to be meal. “Well well… What do we have here? A guest of honor? Oh, you're such a thoughtful little treat~” He speaks in a low, power filled voice as he begins to use his large paws to flip the bunny over onto his back, having his small, fearful eyes look up into his large, glowing ones. He doesn’t struggle at all, he was far too scared to move, to speak, he could barely even think. The canine knew this, and it made him feel such a rush!~
“Tell me, little morsel… Was it you that laid out those eggs in my yard? Was it you that also smashed my garden gnome? Was it you that… forgot my basket?” He said that last sentence with a deep huff of his breath, his voice speaking in a low, yet dominantly direct way that caused the bunny to shudder instinctively. He

tries to open his mouth to say something, but all he can muster are a few puny squeaks. The predator just smirks to himself, his eyes narrowing as he shakes his head. “Oh, little bunny… You should know better than to forget to feed a hungry Folf such as myself. Trust me, when we aren’t adequately fed, there are DIRE consequences.” His tongue begins to slither out from between his lips, a long drip of drool rolling down it towards its tip, before he exhales deeply and gives the rabbit a long tasting lick. The poor little creature timidly squeaks as he squeezes his eyes shut, the feeling of the Folf’s damp breath and tongue causing his heart to skip a beat out of fear.
Once his tongue leaves the bunny’s smooth furry cheek, he noisily smacks his lips together right next to his ear, a quiet yet deep chuckle leaving his throat as he begins to speak in a low voice right into one of his long ears. “Mmm… Meaty, with just a drop of sweetness mixed in. Talk about delectable~” He casually begins to slowly lower his head, a wide smug smirk on his face as he closes his eyes. He takes a long sniff against his short fur, exhaling dramatically afterwards. The Folf leaves his jaw open for a moment longer, causing a strand of semithick drool to slowly trickle down and against the rabbit’s chest. “Oohh… You’ve still got traces of the candy factory on you. That would certainly explain the taste~”
The poor bunny could barely believe what was happening. His worst fears, which he was hoping was nothing more than silly paranoia, were all coming true. Here he was, pinned to the ground with this “Folf” as it called itself, licking and sniffing him like he was some sort of appetizer dish! That’s when it began to hit him. A Folf? The fox-like eyes… The wolf-like jowls… It truly was a hybrid! But before his heart could start pounding against his chest again, he lets out a sharp yipe as he feels something long and slippery begin to be placed directly against his belly, being lapped slowly upwards along it, his chest, and right underneath his chin.
“Oh yes… Oohh yesss… You’ve even got some extra padding on you~ Who doesn’t love to have some melt in your mouth fat to go with your fresh serving of meat?” He was serious, wasn’t he? The Folf wanted to eat him. To turn him into his meal. The meek little Easter Bunny couldn’t even feel fear anymore, at least not the panicking type that screamed at him to run away. All he could feel was dread.
The kind that froze you in place, like the coils of fate were gripping and squeezing around him. Those cursed eyes… They were burning a hole right through his soul. The bunny could realistically scream and shout all he wanted, but it wouldn’t make

a difference. He was his. The Folf was the predator, and he was the prey. Despite the days of hunting each other being a far distant relic of the past, it was a balance that even today, still flowed deep within their DNA.
Suddenly, as if he were nothing but a plush toy, the Folf casually picks the Easter Bunny up by his ears before slinging him over his shoulder, preventing him from escaping as he begins to casually stroll back to his home. He holds onto the bunny’s small feet as his tail sways behind him like a puppy getting a new toy to play with. He begins to hum to himself, a smug smirk on his face as he does. The poor rabbit weakly wiggles and squirms, but he knows it’s all in vain. Before he knows it, the Folf steps onto the familiar lawn, up the steps of his front porch, and approaches his front door. As he reaches a large paw to open it, with his last bit of energy, the bunny squeaks. “N-No…! D-Don’t…!”
The Folf stops in place for a moment, not expecting the rabbit to actually muster up any response. He simply grins to himself as he begins to pick the bunny up again, this time by the scruff of his neck as his bright orange eyes stare deeply at him. “What’s this? You don’t want to be eaten by me? Hmph, I must say I’m actually a bit offended. You clearly don’t know who I am, do you little bunny?” The Easter Bunny nervously gulps in response, unsure what to do. “I am Fathom Valkea, one of the most respectable predators this side of the city, if not the whole state! Being a creature of my status, you can imagine I take my mealtimes very seriously, especially days like Easter. All those chocolates and candies… mmph… How I do love to treat myself on these special occasions~”
As he says this, his white furred belly releases a deep audible growl. The bunny glances down nervously towards it, to which the Folf “Fathom” simply chuckles and pats a hand-like paw against it, rubbing it affectionately. “I noticed the eggs you’ve scattered about, and you did a rather fine job. I wouldn’t expect anything less from an important fella like you. What I WOULD expect more of though, is making sure you do your job thoroughly. That would include giving me that Easter basket that I’ve been waiting weeks for. Not to mention breaking my property instead.” The bunny winces as he hears the predator mention both the basket and his broken gnome. He begins to open his maw to say something again, but is swiftly silenced by a large finger from Fathom.
“Shhhh… There there, maybe it was an accident, maybe you simply forgot. Either way, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’ve given me a FAR better replacement for a silly old basket~” As he says this, he begins to stroll in a slow yet almost

flirty manner as he approaches his door. Instead of opening it, however, he begins to hold the bunny against it as he brings his muzzle right in front of him, his nostrils exhaling over his short fur as his ears twitch fearfully. As he’s held in place against the door with those large paws, he slowly extends his fiery orange tongue out from between his lips, before placing it right against his belly. He presses it deeply into his fur, exhaling and lightly groaning and it slides up his belly, his chest, and as it licks right above his chin, he holds it there for a moment.
A long shiny trail of thick saliva is left behind by that devilishly slick yet long tongue of his, holding the tip of it on the bunny’s chin before, to his shock, is swiftly replaced by a smooch against his own lips. Fathom closes his eyes as he does this, filling the frightened and now confused rabbit with a bizarre swirl of emotions. Why did this feel so… genuine? Was it romantic? No… but it still felt like he cared for him in some way… What was this? Before he could ask himself too many questions though, another loud growl from Fathom’s middle causes him to break away from the kiss.
“Ahh… I’m going to admit, I will miss you. But in a way, there’s no reason to be sad. You and me, we’re gonna be sticking with each other forever~ Mmph… Your going to look DIVINE as Folf curves on me… And if you don’t like it, well, I know some friends who will~” As if a rock was being plunged into the sea, the Easter Bunny’s initial sense of dread returned. Fathom could tell, he could see it in his eyes. Good. This little morsel knew his place~ He casually opens the door, and with the bunny still in his grasp, he casually strolls inside, bumps it closed with a hip, and it latches shut. Some could argue there were worse fates than becoming Folf fat, the victims of it just don’t realize that. Some could argue that it’s a terrible way to go… to which Fathom would likely disagree with~

***

The sun was high in the sky as noon rolled around. Out in Fathom’s yard, a number of anthro’s had gathered together as they chatted and enjoyed each other's company, some were also taking note of the different eggs that were peeking out of the bushes too. But they didn’t grab them quite yet, they were waiting for the Folf himself to show up, it was his party that he invited them too after all! But… where WAS he? Was he still asleep? Or did he have to run some last minute errands? This was something that was on everyone’s mind.

“Maybe he left to go get some extra drinks? Nothing is worse than being thirsty on a hot summer day.” One of them suggested. “Hehe, or maybe he had a total binge last night and had a sugar crash. Come on, you know that’s more likely than you think.” Another one chimed on. Though despite their light teasing nature, they hoped that he would hurry back soon wherever he may be. Suddenly, some of their ears perk up when they hear what sounds like a doorknob turning. One by one, they turn their heads towards the sound, their hearts picking up in speed in anticipation. The door opens, and lo and behold, it was Fathom! Though something about him seemed a bit different compared to his usually happier and energetic self.
It looked like he had only just recently gotten out of bed, his eyes were half closed and his orange hairdo like fur on his head was all messy and ruffled. That’s not even mentioning his clearly full belly, which was bulging out quite prominently as a strange mix of light and deep sounds could just barely be heard emitting from it. Despite this though, he had a weak yet happy smile as he looked at all of his friends that had come by to celebrate with him. “Yawn… Mmm… Hey guys.
Thank you all for coming out. I gotta say… I wasn’t expecting so many of you to be here yet. You all must really be looking forward to the Easter egg hunt, huh?” They nod their head in agreement, though of them speaks up. “Um…
Fathom? You do realize it’s the middle of the day, right? Some of us have been waiting for you for over an hour.” Hearing this, Fathom’s eyes open up a bit more in realization. “Huh? Is it really? Geez, I’m really sorry everyone, I’ve just been
*Grrrgllleee…* Um… B-Busy to, uh, m-make the final preparations… Yeah, that…” They all look at eachother and simply smirk. Oh, he’s been busy with something alright, and that belly of his was likely the culprit. Unknowing to the Folf though, someone was taking it upon themself to try and help get his blood flowing in his still tired body. She quietly folded her hands behind her as she tiptoed behind him, and when she was right in front of his back…
“BOO!”
“AAAHHHOORRRUUUPPPP!!” As he yelped with surprise, a deep and loud burp escaped from between his lips mid yell! Everyone’s eyes widened upon hearing this, their ears perked and their tails stiffening as they watched on. Fathom was most definitely awake now, and the realization of what just happened in front of all of his friends certainly helped with that. His now wide eyes looked at them all, feeling a light blush creeping up onto his face. They all looked up at him in

silence, before one of them began to break the silence. “Heh… Hehehe! Hahahaha!” One by one, the others join in, giggling and laughing as they fully process what had just occurred from their hungry friend.
Fathom begins to join in himself, a bit more awkwardly and with a large blush covering his cheeks and muzzle, but he knew it was all in good fun. Soon though, one of his friends approaches him with a cheeky smirk on his face, as he places a paw against the Folf’s distended middle and gives it a thorough rub. “Geez dude, what the hell did you eat last night? Don’t tell me you ate your entire Easter basket in an entire gulp!” Hearing that assumption as he felt that rub, his mind flashed back to last night. The way he held the Easter Bunny himself against the couch, the way he licked and groomed every inch of his body, the way he gulped him down whole and alive, feeling his squirm and squealch in his hot slimy depths, destined to become one with his body…
“Hmm? O-Oh yeah, sorry, you know how seriously I take Easter treats is all.
Can you really blame me? A growing predator’s gotta eat!” He chuckles with a toothy grin, doing his best to hide the fact that his “basket” wasn’t what everyone was assuming it was. His bipedal friend simply chuckles and gives his belly another affectionate rub. “Well it seems the Easter Bunny really came in clutch for you this year! He must have given you the goods with after results like this!” “Hehe, I guess you could say that~”
As the others watch on, one of them begins to slightly frown. “Man, you must have been really lucky. When I woke up this morning, my basket wasn’t anywhere to be found!”
“Really? You too? I thought I was the only one! I looked all over, but I guess he must have been extra busy this year for me or something…” Upon hearing this from some of his friends, Fathom’s heart subtly drops. He hadn’t even considered the fact that the Easter Bunny may have not completed his deliveries for everyone else in town, and now his friends were left basketless as a result. Hating to see them, sad, he quickly clears his throat and puts on a more warm smile.
“Ah, that sucks to hear. Sorry about that guys… But think of it this way, now you guys will have more room for all the sweets you find in the eggs you find!
Maybe that’s where he put most of his effort into this year, the egg hunt!” Hearing this, they all begin to smile and nod their heads. “Yeah, you're right! Maybe there are king sized candy bars hidden around this year, that would be amazing!”

“Well, there's only one way to find out, right? Why don’t you guys start looking? I’ll catch up with you later, I’m going to get the last of the drinks and snacks prepared for when you're all tuckered out from your searching.” Fathom says with a smirk. As everyone begins to buddy up to look for the eggs and treats, he gives them all a little wave before slipping back into his house. As soon as he does…
“BUUuuurrrppp… Ahhhh… Whew, even when nothing but Folf fat, you sure do know how to get my gut going, don’t you little bunny?~” He looks down at his nicely packed belly with a much more sinister grin, slowly rubbing a paw along his side before giving it an affectionate pat. He could feel the last little remnants of his meal digesting and burbling away, smacking his lips a bit as he could taste the last little drop of his sweet and meaty flavor on the back of his tongue from that belch. “Mmm… I should have done this years ago… You, my fluffy friend, were absolutely divine~” He begins to casually stroll into the kitchen, focusing heavily on his body and the way it moves and feels having treated itself to such a sweet treat.
When he arrives, he stops in front of the mirror. He chuckles and grins at his reflection, before resting his arms above his head as he turns and gives the mirror a side view. He leans forward and arches his back backwards a bit before swaying his hips teasingly, his belly distending outwards sloshing up the remaining bits of his meal as his tail and rump sway behind him cutely. It was moments like these, being able to enjoy and embrace the benefits of a hearty meal, that made him feel proud of his appetite. It made him feel a deep sense of power and attraction, knowing that there were few creatures that could ever oppose his might and his belly.
As he kept admiring himself, he sticks his tongue out at his reflection before releasing a short yet wet Uurrp!~ “Mmm… Not bad Fathom, not bad at all~” Suddenly, he can hear the quiet sound of his friends outside, enjoying themselves as they search for the secrets left by the Easter Bunny. Fathom sighs to himself, realizing that it would be best not to keep his friends waiting again. He stands up straight again to grab the snacks and drinks waiting in his fridge, but not before grabbing a generous amount of bunny fueled pudge on the side of his stomach and giving it an affectionate shake.
“Mmm… Thanks for the treat last night, little bunny. Even if I do work some of this off, I’ll make sure to save just a little bit in your memory~” With a final pat against his side and an extra sway in his step, the Folf strolls over towards his

fridge, his belly full and his heart satisfied. But it also got him wondering… Would Santa notice if one of his reindeer were to go missing during Christmas?~