Patreon Compilation – Fic#84 – Lúcio/Gabriel/Jesse; Lúcio/Baptiste – animal people; abuse; mind break tw – Hare And The Wolves

Continuation of B27F12 and B29F4 

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Baptiste is the only one that is getting antsy when Lúcio just isn’t coming back, it seems. The Elders wave his concerns off. Lúcio has always been a bit of a… rebellious one, and it is not unheard off from the young rabbit to be gone adventuring for a few days at a time.

Baptiste can feel that this is different, though. He can’t put his finger on it, but he knows that this is not a case of Lúcio just being off exploring the world. This is different. More sinister.

He grabs his spear and heads out. He knows exactly where he is going.

Lúcio has always had a big heart and was easy to trust. He’s always sworn up and down that the wolves were friendly and they could be trusted – especially so Gabriel and Jesse.

Baptiste, while also a friendly fellow, had never been as inclined to believe this. He is one of the view warriors their little settlement has. He’s seen more than the others of what animals and creatures alike were capable of in their greed.

When he creeps closer to the wolves’ den, he can feel his heart sinking as he catches a whiff of Lúcio’s scent. He had known, but he does not necessarily enjoy being right. His hand curls tighter around the spear, but a soft rustling behind him has him whirling around, the sharp tip pointed directly at his assailant’s chest.

It is Jesse. His face is looking… weird. Very sharp and malicious in a way that even Baptiste has to agree it had never been before. He looks… deranged.

“Hmmm who do we have here. Another little prey… you’re pretty, but you’re not as adorable as our new broodmare.”

Baptiste can feel bile rising. He slowly shuffles his strong feet apart, lightly hunkering down. He is ready to pounce and drive the spear right into Jesse’s heart. He does not particularly enjoy killing, but it is his duty and burden as a warrior. He had to protect his family.

He had to protect Lúcio.

“What have you done,” he asks flatly, shocked about the rasp in his own voice. His heart is hammering a mile a minute in his chest.

Jesse does not look particularly impressed by Baptiste, even though he is an exceptionally large hare, on par with the wolf that is slowly coming closer until the spear is poking his hairy chest.

“Where is Lúcio?” Baptiste asks in an almost whisper. Part of him… doesn’t want to know. He thinks he couldn’t handle it if the wolf told him about how they had killed and eaten the little bunny.

Jesse’s sharp smile widens. It looks out of place on him. He’s always been the most jovial of the wolves, even Baptiste had to admit that much. Everything feels wrong and surreal. Like he tumbled right out of their forest and into a nightmare.

“Oh. You’re lookin’ for him? Why didn’t ya say so? Come on. I’ll show you.”

.o.

Baptiste has seen many things as a warrior for their settlement, but he’s never seen anything like this. As he slowly makes his way into the cave, eyes jumping from one wolf lazying around to the next, he can smell the thick scent of mating even before he sees the poor creatures huddled in the far back.

They look at him with glassy eyes, their faces slack. There’s no fear to be seen – but also no real understanding of where they are. What they have become.

Lúcio is not amongst them – he is, he realizes, the little thing currently buried beneath the exceptionally large bulk of the fattest wolf Baptiste had ever seen. He is humongous, belly so large and round that he is sure he would just crush the little bunny if he were to slip and fall on him.

Baptiste comes to an abrupt halt, staring in horror as the wolf fucks in little rocking motions, Lúcio completely silent beneath him. He can barely see the bunny; just one of his long, fluffy feet and and arm.

A little behind them, something shifts. It is Gabriel – their leader. Like Jesse, he looks… off. Sharp and feral. There’s a grin on his face, and he doesn’t need to ask what Baptiste is doing here in the middle of the predators’ den. His arm shoots out, slapping the fat wolf’s hip.

“Hog. Get off. We have a visitor.”

The wolf makes a weird sound between a grunt and a groan, then shifts, almost rolling off to the side and leaving the little bunny bare for Baptiste’s horrified gaze. Lúcio’s hole is gaping. The fluffy fur all around it smeared with cum. There’s fresh one, as if the fat wolf hadn’t been the first to fuck him today, but also dried into his fur all around, looking days old.

Baptiste’s stomach roils. His hand curls tighter around the spear.

“Lúcio! Come here!” He tries it but he knows even before that Lúcio won’t come. Gabriel laughs softly, crawling beside his victim and grabbing his long floppy ears, using them as reigns as he pulls Lúcio’s head up and around.

The same glassy, dumb eyes that the poor souls in the back had stare back at Baptiste.

Baptiste’s belly curls into tight, painful knots.

“What have you done?” he asks softly, voice little more than a pathetic wheeze.

Gabriel grin stretches so wide, baptiste is sure it should split his head. He pushes himself behind the bunny and crudely starts dragging a fat erection against Lúcio’s ass, the head of it easily slipping into the gape the fat wolf had left behind, then popping out again when Gabriel arches his hips back again.

“We have shown him his place.”

“...as our broodmare,” Jesse drawls. He is close behind Baptiste, not letting him get away now that they had the hare right in their cave. Baptiste’s hand tightens around his spear, but he is impotent to do anything. He is surrounded by wolves.

“MMhhhh you are jealous,” Gabriel croons. He reaches down with his free hand and grabs Lúcio’s little tail. Once upon a time it had been very fluffy and perky, but now it was smeared with old and new cum. A poor, ratty little thing.

Baptiste sputters, but it takes him a while to form the words, heat bubbling from his belly and choking him.

“I… how dare you! He is one of my people!”

“Yes… and you’ve been hot for him for a long while.” Gabriel has his head turned and is looking directly at Baptiste while he slowly pushes his way into Lúcio’s ruined hole. The bunny’s leg twitches once, but otherwise he stays nice and put, just cowering and lifting his plump little ass up like a good boy.

Baptiste has never seen Lúcio as calm and well behaved as this.

“We have smelled you… did you think you could hide it from us?” Jesse murmurs from behind Baptiste. He’s not touching him, willing to let the hare go whenever he pleases. But Baptiste stays and stares.

He makes a choked little sound of denial, but no words want to come out. Gabriel is fucking Lúcio in calm, smooth thrusts that have nothing to do with the quick rough fucking that Baptiste knows wolves are usually dishing out. It looks so self-indulgent that humiliation swamps Baptiste when he realizes that he wants that.

All around him, laughter can be heard, soft and derisive. The wolves are watching him, lounging as they are. They have him already figured out. Baptiste is horrified.

“Just look at him. Do you think you would have ever managed to give it to him this well? Do you think you would have ever been able to satisfy this little slut with that nice and lovey-dovey flower mating your lot favors? Hmmm I don’t think so.”

Gabriel is leaning back on his knees, and he pulls Lúcio with him with the grip he has on his ears. It looks immensely painful, but Lúcio’s face is slack and blissed out. A bit idiotic looking even. His mouth hangs open, tongue lolling, eyes glassy.

“He’s young and tender. Ready to give us new puppies,” Jesse whispers insidiously from behind him. “Or other sluts are already old… We can only use them to pump out a load or two these days. But him… he’s been ripe for a picking for a while now.”

Baptiste feels nauseous, but he can’t look away from it. Part of him knows without a doubt that… the wolves are right. He wouldn’t have been able to fuck Lúcio into this blissed-out state if he’d ever gotten the nerves up to try and court him.

He knows the little bunny had been ready for babes for a while now… but this… this is not him. This is nobody.

The wolves are not acting as they usually do, and Lúcio, too, looks like a braindead puppet. He has no idea what has happened. It sends ice cold spirals of dread through his body.

And still he stands there and watches.