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Dick’s canine ear twitches as he stares at Robin sitting on the edge of the bed. He is facing Dick, his tiny tail hidden at this angle.
The bunny’s eyes are red-rimmed, his hands are bound behind his back, and he has a cleave gag in his mouth, made from pieces of an old shirt.
Those big, floppy ears are disheveled. Dick was pulling on them a lot last night as he mated with him, having reveled in the way his successor groaned from the painful tugs. And now they are a little bruised, a purple color blooming over the fragile and pink inner parts, taking over the expanse of soft flesh and blurring the little veins of blood vessels. The white and brown fur on the overside is also messy and in desperate need of grooming. And with the way Jason’s hands are tied behind his back, there’s no way he can do it himself.
Dick walks close to stand beside the bed. He sees Jason jump, glassy eyes stare up at him with the utter contempt you don’t expect to see in the eyes of rabbits—people think bunnies are soft and nurturing, these obedient little creatures evolved to do no more than having heats and birthing kittens. They are not. The new Robin has some of the worst tempers Dick has ever seen. It’s the ears and the cotton tail that throws the predators off.
When Dick sits on the bed, Jason tries to shuffle away, his tail twitches in a frenzy and his muscled, long legs bounce, feet hitting the ground and thumping loudly.
Pressing one hand at Jason’s back, Dick drags him forward until he is straddling Dick’s lap. His other hand rubs over one of the little nubs on Jason’s chest, the one on the right. He feels wetness building underneath the red tunic of the Robin uniform, and the bunny yelps in surprise, shocked by how his body is reacting.
“Good morning, bun,” Dick says.
It’s the second week they’ve had him.
Catching a bunny shouldn’t be that hard for a pack of wolves, especially for a pack like Defiance, trained by Slade Wilson to be proficient hunters and mercenaries. But somehow, it took all their teamwork to catch this new sidekick of Batman’s.
Dick had been sulking at the sudden appearance of his replacement. Jason just came out of nowhere one day, showing up on the news. Dick was furious—the new Robin, hopping from rooftop to rooftop in Gotham with his big floppy ears, thumpy legs wearing green shorts, and that pathetic little floof tail. And Dick hated how the bun loitered around the Titans, even more so than he hated how the old Bat had replaced a wolf with a rabbit. Slade had said it was no big deal. He’d dispatched the entire pack of wolves to capture the bunny as a gift for his most skilled apprentice, and he had said that getting a pet bunny is likely a good thing for the pack overall.
Tara had complained, after all, about the overflowing of wolf testosterone in this place. Any behavior a bunny can bring to the pack, be it heat habits or nesting, will be a good offset to the team’s dynamic. She was partially right. Ever since Jason was here, he’s been in heat nonstop.
Dick looks up from where he’s been rubbing the bunny’s teat over his shirt and sees Jason’s watery eyes staring down at him in anger. He is kind of cute, looking as messy as he does. But Dick is a wolf, and wolves don’t enjoy seeing their pack under-groomed.
“Come here, bun.” Dick pulls Jason’s head toward himself. As much as Jason tries to resist, he can’t use his bound arms, and that gives Dick a tremendous advantage.
Dick takes off his gloves and smoothes his hand between Jason’s messy black hair, gently helping him even it out. Jason huffs through his nose, body shaking with anger.
“Don’t fight me, bun.” Dick’s words are gentle but cruel, and his movements are tender, yet filled with authority. Rabbits are not like wolves; grooming can be seen as a sign of weakness. Dick doesn’t plan to let that come across as the message. No, the pack bond is necessary, doesn’t matter if Jason likes it or not.
The bruises on the ears must hurt, so Dick tugs only gently. He smooths his hand down the upper side, pushing fur flat onto the surface. Bunny fur is so different from a wolf’s. They are super soft, and unbelievably silky.
Dick hears a little huff as he grooms Jason’s ear. Jason’s body is tense, and he is reluctant to give in. The fact the mating sessions haven’t changed his behavior all that much is quite amazing.
“Do you want the gag off, pet?” Dick asks. “You know, I only put it on because of how noisy you were. I can take it off, if you promise not to start snapping your tiny teeth at me again.”
Jason glares and growls.
Dick shrugs.
“Suit yourself.”
He finishes with one ear, then moves on to the other.
For the past two weeks, Dick has made good use of the rabbit’s biology. Mating with him every night. Not in hope for a pup—their pack isn’t ready for that just yet—but merely to form a more intimate bond. The hormones bunnies exude during mating and heat are relaxing, arousing, and sweet-scented. Much nicer for the pack than the scents they give off when they are stressed from being captured and surrounded by a group of predators.
Dick smooths the soft white-and-brown fur over the right ear, leans down, and kisses it. The temperature shift is enormous. The lopped ear feels warm, almost hot, near the base, and cools down drastically as one moves toward the tip. The very end of that ear is very cool to the touch, and Dick takes great pleasure from nibbling it gently between his teeth, feeling his own warmth giving it life.
When Dick looks up, Jason is all teary-eyed. A minute ago he looked like he was all ready to thump. And now, all he can do is watch.
Dick’s hand sneaks lower. A thumb plays over the waistband of the green Robin panties, teasing him, before Dick suddenly grabs the floof tail in his hand. He squeezes it and strokes it, taking great pleasure from the way Jason wriggles uncomfortably in his arms.
Bunnies are not like wolves. They get their tails snatched a lot in the wild, which is why they hate having their tail and rear end touched and grabbed. Especially by a predator.
Dick’s other hand wanders downward until it is rubbing on Jason’s right teat again. More sweet fluid leaks out, and Dick leans in, running his tongue over that soaked shirt to get a taste.
Above him, Jason sobs.
“You must be confused, are you, bunny?” Dick says as he takes the hem of the tunic and lifts it up. A sweet, fertile scent invades Dick’s nostrils as the hem is caught underneath the rabbit’s arms. The red color of Robin’s uniform frames his flat, pale chest perfectly. Those teats are pinkish, like ripe fruits.
“You must be scared at how your body is responding.” Dick watches those teats, mesmerized. A drop of white liquid discharges from the right, and he uses his finger to catch it, bringing it to his lips and licking it away. The taste is tantalizing. “I’ve been mating with you in your nest for weeks,” Dick says, savoring the taste. “It’s only natural that you are producing milk. It’s a sign that you are with pups. You must already be carrying.”
Dick looks up, and Jason’s eyes are wide. Not believing it. How could anyone know whether he is pregnant after just two weeks? And how could he lactate at such an early stage? Bunny biology is a little different from wolves—all bunnies are intersex, and can birthe litters of babies. But they aren’t some alien species. Their gestation periods might be shorter than the average wolf female, but not by that much. Not as short as two weeks, certainly.
“Oh, but you can feel it, can’t you, Jason?” Dick says, pushing his hand up at Jason’s flat belly. His stomach is toned from his training as Robin, despite his biology. His teats might be soft to house his rabbit udder, his hips wider than wolf males, but that doesn’t mean Jason doesn’t have muscles. “There’s life growing inside of you. Tiny wolf-rabbit babies. And they are all mine.”
The hand playing with Jason’s tail goes lower and reaches the inside of his panties, squeezing his toned buttocks and prompting a yelp through the gag. Dick pulls down the gag with his free hand and pecks him on the mouth.
“Don’t- ah!”
The hand dips lower until it’s between Jason’s cheeks. They feather over his hole before finding the slit of his cunt, situated snuggly behind his small balls and cock.The skin on the inner lip stretches forward onto his balls, which have more skin attached to his crotch than the average male. Dick rubs back and forth on the underside of that cock, pushing the skin at the head back to reveal the head. He pushes the panties down to reveal Jason’s sex. He plays with the foreskin and rubs the pad of his finger at the slit.
Between his legs, slick flows. It’s already easy, since a bunny never truly comes out of heat. But Dick’s fingers help a lot, too. He rubs the cock and balls until there’s enough slick gathering, then he finds the opening between the lips, and slips his fingers in using the bun’s natural lubrication.
“You are a fucking pervert, Grayson,” Jason says through clenched teeth. He tries to growl, but instead of it coming out intimidating, he sounds cute. There’s nothing more adorable than a bunny’s growl.
The sound excites Dick, and his own tail wags a little, much to his dismay.
With his other hand, Dick clutches Jason’s floof ball again and squeezes it. It whips from left to right, trying to get out of his grasp. But Dick doesn’t let him, instead bringing his hips forward with his arm, and fixes his lips over Jason’s right teat.
Jason shudders. A tiny whine escapes him. Dick suckles so hard it must have hurt him. He feels a little bad. After all, phantom pregnancies don’t induce as much milk as real pregnancies. And Dick has to suck pretty hard to get that sweet liquid to flow.
When it does though, it tastes amazing. The fragrant nectar is rich and sweet, better than anything one can get elsewhere. And to think that sweetness comes from his precious rabbit. It excites Dick.
“Ng- no-” Jason groans. His voice sounds wet and miserable. He is on the verge of tears. “No, I’m not carrying kittens. I can’t- I’m not-”
Briefly stopping to drink, Dick sits up and licks his lips.
“Oh, but you are, bun.” He smiles brightly, much more reminiscent of his Robin days than his Renegade days. “How else do you explain the milk?”
“No, I’m- I’m not-”
“Hush.” Dick kisses away Jason’s tears, comforting him by releasing more of his own scent, ones that wolves used to enhance pack bonds. “It’s okay, Robin. I will take care of your pups. They are my pups, too.”
Jason bites his lips and whimpers.
“But it’s impossible… it must be a phantom pregnancy. Rabbits have those. I can’t really be carrying kits.”
He looks like he wants to say something else, but Dick’s finger squeezing into his cunt effectively shuts him up. Jason whimpers at the intrusion, and his body shudders when Dick pumps in and out of his wet hole.
“See? You do like it when I give you what you want. You like the attention, don’t you, bun?”
Jason squeezes his eyes shut.
“No… You… you are a wolf.”
“Wolves are very protective of pack, bun,” Dick says as he leans down to drink again, this time lips fixing on the teat on the left. He takes in a mouthful of that sweet liquid, savoring it in his mouth before swallowing. He adds a second, then a third, finger to Jason’s passage, taking in the bunny’s pained moan as he fucks him with his digits, fingers curling forward as he does so.
“No-” Jason sobs.
Dick doesn’t answer him. He fixes his lips over that right teat, nibbling so much that the pink nipple shade bruises under them. The hand that has been playing with Jason’s tail comes up and squeezes his breast harshly to bring more milk to the surface, prompting another pained moan. More of that precious juice flows into Dick’s mouth.
“No,” Jason says. “I can’t be carrying. I can’t be pregnant with kits-”
The muscles in his legs are tense from the insane pleasure he is feeling. Dick’s play on his pussy overstimulates him. With a few more strokes, Jason’s wall contracts, his whole body spasms, and a white liquid is released from his hardened little bunny cock.
Dick squeezes Jason’s breast some more and gets that last drop of milk from his udder. He drinks in the taste and groans in bliss. Then he lifts his head, licking that liquid off of his lips.
“Admit it, it felt good to you, didn’t it, bun?” Dick says before pecking Jason’s lips again. Then he brings his fingers out of Jason’s cunt and licks that clear fluid off of them. “You will bring me so many puppies, and we will be one big happy pack.”
Jason drops his head and sobs.
“I just want to go home...”
“But why?” Dick brings one of Jason’s lop ears close to his mouth and gently nibbles it. “Bruce is a cat, a predator much like us. Except, cats don’t care about packs. Not half as caring as wolves. He will never protect you as well as I do.”
Dick looks up and sees Jason sobbing. So, he kisses his jaw.
“Don’t worry, little bunny. I will take excellent care of you. I’ve always wanted a pet, after all.”