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The goal: to see just how much he can fuck up a girl's life by impregnating her.\n\nAdapted from a private RP series.\n\nPatty is a seventeen-year-old bunny who is reluctantly dragged to a nightclub by her friends. As a scholarly girl, she's had little experience in the art of socializing... but Xavier has a few lessons he can teach her.\n\nThese chapters may contain rape and underage sex. You've been warned.","description_bbcode_parsed":"For a wolf named Xavier, life's a game and every female is a new challenge. The goal: to see just how much he can fuck up a girl's life by impregnating her.

Adapted from a private RP series.

Patty is a seventeen-year-old bunny who is reluctantly dragged to a nightclub by her friends. As a scholarly girl, she's had little experience in the art of socializing... but Xavier has a few lessons he can teach her.

These chapters may contain rape and underage sex. You've been warned.","writing":"Two months was a long time for Xavier to wait.\n\nHe knew that he had little Elisha on the end of his hook, but her birthday was not for two months, and the wait was proving difficult to bear. Every time Xavier tried to consider a new target, he would only keep thinking about her, picturing the little twelve-year-old fox naked. Imagining the feel of his claws through her velvety gray fur. Imagining how she would squeal when he would finally break through her virginity. Imagining how tight she would feel, how naively innocent and – \n\nHe knew he needed to stop thinking about it. He needed a distraction. \n\nThe blue-furred wolf wandered the streets of Hailbay City one night, looking for anything interesting. It wasn’t a particularly exciting city, but if he wanted to stay for Elisha, he needed to make the most of it. But it grew difficult to find things which could hold his interest. The glitz of the neon signs and the scent of local cuisine all shouted at him and tried to win his attention, but tonight, everything felt a bit like fast food: sometimes you’re just not in the mood for any of it.\n\nAt quarter-till-midnight, Xavier settled on visiting a nightclub at a sketchy corner of the town. He wasn’t often a clubgoer, but when he did go, he knew that the sketchier the club, the better. Illegal drugs and barfights always made things a little more interesting. Maybe, he thought, he could find a decent girl there. And even if not, it was always a good stroke to the ego to throw his money around in front of an audience. \n\nHe slid the bouncer a nice several-thousand-Bill tip and wandered in.\n\nThe girls he found at these sort of clubs were always the boring kind. They came to find sex. They got drunk. They were far, far too easy. And Xavier never liked an easy target. He could have any of those furry sluts naked in ten minutes, fucking their brains out in a suite upstairs and dumping his sperm into them... but there was no fun in that. He needed something a bit more worthy for his prey.\n\nOn the inside, joint was a bit higher-class than Xavier had hoped or expected, and it was packed. The DJ blasted ridiculous music, neon lights flashed though the smoggy air. He was pretty sure he could smell furnip, a common illegal drug. And at the center of the room, a whole crowd of smelly, furry animals grinded against one another to the primal, deafening beat. Blocking it all out for the moment, he sauntered over to the bar and ordered himself a pricy drink. He sipped it slowly, glancing about the room as sharp flavors stung his tongue and the alcohol made its way to his head.\n\nWhen his glass was half empty, he eyed a group of overeager girls just making their way in the front entrance. Among this group of girls was a seventeen-year-old rabbit. Her name was Patty.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nPatty didn’t know why she let her friends drag her to this club. She’d never been in a club before, and never had any desire to visit one. But her tigress friend, Alva, insisted until she’d caved.\n\n“You really need to get out more,” Alva had said earlier that night. “I hate seeing you with your nose jammed in books all the time. There’s more to life than grades.”\n\n“But I need grades,” she mumbled back. “Grades are what’s getting me into Silverhawk University. And I bet you [i]anything [/i]they have better parties than the ones you go to.”\n\nAlva just snorted and said “Nah, Silverhawk U will just be filled with hundreds of boring bookworms like you who don’t know how to have fun. C’mon, girl! You’ve got to try this at least once in your life. Cut loose a little. Break the rules. You might actually like it.”\n\nPatty slammed her book shut. “If I go and I hate it, promise to never invite me to a nightclub again?”\n\n“Deal,” said Alva, petting her on the head. “I just want to have some fun with my favorite girlfriend before we start this whole college nonsense and never see one another again, y’know?”\n\nAs Patty waddled into the nightclub cowering awkwardly behind the rest of her friends, she glanced down at the fake ID that Alva had somehow gotten printed for her. She knew they were expensive, and she didn’t want Alva’s money to go to waste if she’d taken all the effort to get one.\n\nImmediately she was blasted with deafening dubstep sounds. She folded her large, sensitive ears closed and pulled them against her head.\n\n[i]Why am I here? [/i]She asked herself.\n\n[i]Oh right, to prove a point, [/i]she answered. [i]Well then. Just gotta get through this night without going deaf.\n\n[/i]Patty pushed through the jungle of slutty animals and sweaty fur, trying her best to stick close to her friends. But they already seemed to be dispersing. And then suddenly someone shoved a drink into her hands.\n\n“It’s on me,” said Schuma, her overeager deer friend. Shuma was a bleeding-heart who was always willing to listen to Patty’s emotional problems and help her study, but she had an exasperating side to her. At the worst of times, she reminded Patty of a particularly abrasive pink pony character from an old childhood show she used to watch.\n\n“What’s in this?” said Patty with disgust, sniffing the rim.\n\n“If I told you, it would spoil the fun!” laughed Schuma. “Go on, enjoy it! It cost me a hundred Bills…”\n\n“I’m heading to the dancefloor,” said Alva. “Coming, Pat[i]ricia[/i]?”\n\n“…Just give me a moment,” she said forlornly, looking down at the murky yellow liquid in the glass. “I’ll… I’ll… just need a minute to… finish this.”\n\n“Suit yourself!” said the tigress, prancing away, no doubt soon to be dryhumping some boy in time with the music.\n\nPatty leaned against the wall, far away from as many furs as possible, and took a sip of her drink. Her ears perked. It wasn’t half bad. Was there any alcohol in it? She honestly couldn’t tell. It tasted like cherry-blackberry-lemonade. Maybe, she thought, she could finish it faster than she expected.\n\nThat was when a certain wolf noticed her from across the room.\n\nRecalling an old adage about prey who fall behind their herds, Xavier downed his drink, set the empty glass on the bar, and stood up to make his way towards the lonely bunny.\n\n[i]Now there’s one who definitely doesn’t want to be here, [/i]Xavier saw. [i]Probably means she’s more of my type.\n\n[/i]“Well, [i]someone [/i]looks like they’re having a lot of fun,” said the wolf suavely the moment he entered the rabbit’s earshot.\n\nIt took a moment in Patty’s mind for it to click that the sultry voice was speaking to her. She glanced up, and standing there beside her… \n\n…was the most handsome boy she’d ever seen.\n\nThe shock of it made her fumble the glass in her paws. She clumsily juggled it for a moment before it slipped to the floor, its contents spilling everywhere.\n\nWhile she was busy jittering in horror of what she’d done, the wolf bent over and casually picked up the empty glass, taking a whiff of the inside. “Lemon Ragweed, I believe,” he muttered out loud, pulling some hundred-note Bills from his side picket and placing them into the bunny’s hand. “Here’s another one on me. Sorry that I scared the hell out of the first one.”\n\n“Uh… uh thanks,” was all she could reply with.\n\nXavier gave himself a small grin. “But hey…” he said, leaning against the wall beside her, “Let me take one guess. Friends dragged you here?”\n\n“Y-Yeah,” she mumbled, afraid to look him in the eye. He was just so damn [i]handsome[/i], she couldn’t believe he even noticed she existed.\n\n“Pft. Me too,” he groaned. “And believe me, I know that look on anyone’s face. I don’t even want to be here tonight, just tagged along with the pack ‘cause I promised. Not even looking for a hookup… got a wife and seven children at home.”\n\nPatty blinked. Ah, so that’s why he was acting so friendly. He was taken. Yeah… no way a single wolf this stunning would show interest in a nerdy little rabbit, she thought.\n\n“Name’s Jake,” Xavier said smoothly, putting his hands in his pockets.\n\n“Hi… I’m P-Pattr—Patty,” she managed.\n\n“Patty. Nice to meet you,” the wolf said. “Pretty little thing you are… And you look the intelligent type. Let me tell you something. You really don’t need to come here to find love. And males… well, we’re more attracted to intelligence than we’d like to admit. Like my wife… looks mean nothing next to five PhDs. Hone your smarts, kid, and the jackrabbits will come pouncing on you.”\n\n“Heh. Heheh,” said the bunny, becoming more comfortable with this polite, charming guy. “Well… I’ve never… really been interested in boys.”\n\n“Oh… girls, then?” Xavier tried with an amused smile.\n\n“Oh, no! That’s… no.” she said quickly. “I’m not interested in [i]anyone[/i], actually.”\n\nThe wolf gave a shrug. “Huh. Really? But you’re a rabbit. I’d just have assumed you’d be wanting to breed like one.”\n\nIn mortified laughter, she spat out her nose. “That’s not happening. Yet, anyway, I mean, maybe someday. But for now, I’ve just never felt like pursuing anyone. I’d rather just… be at home studying for my midterms.”\n\nXavier’s eyes lit up. “Oh, [i]that [/i]kind of a girl, are you?” he chuckled. “I guess you’re really out of your element here, aren’t you?”\n\n“Yeah I… I guess I am,” replied the seventeen-year-old bunny with a cute, nervous laugh.\n\n“Well, from one stick in the mud to another, I’d love to help you pass the time,” he offered, standing upright with an inviting swing of his tail. “Let’s go somewhere quieter. It’s hard enough to hear you in here.”\n\nSomewhere quieter? Where she strained, even with her bunny ears, to hear the wolf’s words over this obnoxious clubstep music? [i]Hell yes.\n\n[/i]She eagerly followed his lead.\n\nXavier led her to a back room where things were much less active. Furs sat on couches and booths everywhere, sharing what sounded like friendly, polite conversation. Only the bassline reverberation from the rave-room seeped through the walls. [i]Seems more like my place, [/i]Patty thought.\n\nShe sat down beside him on a cushioned bench, stealing a glance at him before averting her gaze and pretending not to be interested. Such muscles in his arms, she noticed, firm but not bulging. Such well-groomed fur. And such a gleam in his eyes! That smile! No wonder he was taken. All the boys this good were taken. Despite herself, she felt pangs of envy.\n\n“So, a studybunny, huh?” he said, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. “What’cha like to study?”\n\n“Well, I… I’m training to get into Silverhawk U… to be… well, an architectural engineer. Yeah, silly, I know. But… yeah.”\n\nThe wolf raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Color me impressed, kiddo,” he replied. “It’s tough to get into Silverhawk. That’s where my wife got two of her PHDs. She said it was crazy hard, even rants about it to this day.”\n\n“I know! But I’m gonna do it. If it kills me!” Patty said defiantly.\n\n“Well, if it means anything, I think you’re more likely to get killed by a falling I-beam from one of your buildings than the stress it takes to get into Silverhawk. You’re a bright kid, I can tell just by looking at you.”\n\nPatty’s heart fluttered at such a complement. “Ah, hahah… thanks…” she could only say, bashfully averting her gaze again. “So uh… what about you? What do you do?”\n\n“I’m a business consultant,” he said, sighing. “Shitty bosses from all around the country pay me to tell them why anything but their shitty management skills are costing the company money. Quite lucrative, actually, if you’re good at it. Deep down, everyone wants to be a selfish asshole and not suffer the consequences, so my services will always be in demand.” He gave a little chuckle and added, “Best part is when I get to tell billionaire CEOs to fuck off and they can’t do a damn thing to me. Whole job is worth it just for those moments.”\n\nIt wasn’t completely a lie. While Xavier was currently unemployed, he had some experience in the business world, especially before he’d found his new hobby of burdening females with his children purely for his own amusement. From time to time he still liked to delve into the business world again, mainly to find a different flavor of females to hunt.\n\n“Sounds fun,” said the bunny, mirroring his smile. “I hate the business side of things myself, I’m kind of dreading it to be honest. Sometimes I wish the job was just about the raw geometry.”\n\n“Sadly, that’s something everyone needs to deal with,” Xavier said. “Deep down, everything is politics. Everyone down to the lowliest janitors scrubbing the floors at fast food joints have to deal with it in some form or another. Everybody has reasons for doing the things they do, and you need to learn to read those reasons and speak that language. Learn to pick up the subtle social cues that everyone makes. Otherwise…” he gave her an odd look and said, “you’re gonna get played with, and you’re gonna get screwed by someone.”\n\n“Yeah… I know,” Patty sighed. “At least I have school to look forward to before getting into all that.”\n\nXavier sat upright. “Ohhh… you [i]especially [/i]need it for school,” he pointedly hummed. “Silverhawk U? Where every open slot is in such high demand? Where the professors have to flunk the lowest percent of all their classes? You’d better believe you’re gonna need social skills there, kiddo. You could ace all your tests and the professor will still flunk you for wearing the wrong shirt on the wrong day. And that’s not even counting what happens [i]after [/i]you graduate. You’ve gotta know people, or you’ll never get the job you want.”\n\n“Yeah, you’re… you’re right,” she mumbled, slumping in her seat. “Shit. Maybe they were right. Maybe I really should’ve gotten out more. I really have a lot to learn about the world, I guess.”\n\nXavier grinned as he watched the rabbit’s ego take a short tumble. “Yeah, I’m not gonna lie, it’s going to be tough on you, kid. Real tough. But that’s the whole reason we have alcohol.”\n\nXavier signaled to a wandering waiter, flipped him some Bills, and minutes later, a new brimming-full glass of ‘lemon ragweed’ was set before Patty.\n\n“Drink up,” encouraged the wolf, downing his own beverage with surprising speed. “You’re only young once, so better have fun while you can. Seize the moment!”\n\nPatty took one look at the drink and sighed long and deeply. Maybe this handsome wolf was right. Maybe Alva was right. Maybe she’d made a mistake in sticking so closely to her books all her life.\n\nShe downed the drink in one gulp. It was delicious. \n\nAnd that was the last thing she remembered.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nPatty woke up in a dark place. All she could hear was the thumping of her pulse in her ears. \n\nMoments later she realized it wasn’t her heartbeat, but the thumping bass from the stupid club music still coming from somewhere. \n\n“Ughhh…” she groaned, touching her forehead. She realized she was laying on a bed, and quite a comfy one.\n\n“Oh… you’re awake,” said the friendly wolf, sitting on a chair nearby. “That didn’t take as long as I expected.”\n\n“Jake… Jake. What happened to me?” Patty wondered.\n\n“Well, for one thing, you obviously can’t hold your liquor,” he chuckled. “You downed that ragweed faster than I’ve ever seen someone take a shot before. You’re going to be feeling this ‘till tomorrow night, I’m afraid.”\n\nShe tried to move her body. Loopy. Blurry. Wobbly. That’s all she could feel. Her sensations didn’t make sense. Her body wasn’t obeying her intentions.\n\n“Relax,” said the wolf. “You’ll be fine. Just relax.”\n\n“Uh… where am I?” \n\n“You’re still in Club Wildfire,” he explained coolly. “I had to take you up to one of the suites.”\n\n“Uh what... why do nightclubs have bedrooms?” she wondered, vaguely aware of her surroundings now. She looked around at the small, cozy hotel-like room. “I didn’t know nightclubs had bedrooms.”\n\n“All the nightclubs [i]worth going to [/i]have bedrooms,” explained the wolf. “So when you find that special girl, you don’t have to go through all the trouble of… well, taking them home, then getting them a ride the next day and all that. You never have to leave the premises. ‘Course, you pay out the nose for it…”\n\nThe rabbit couldn’t quite tell what all this meant. Her mind was too hazy and drunk “Thank you… for… helping me…” said Patty. “Sorry I passed out. Thanks for taking me here.”\n\n“You’re quite welcome,” purred Xavier. “But you’re going to pay me back for it, you know.”\n\n“…Oh?” yelped Patty. “Well uh… I still have that money you gave me, I think…”\n\nXavier got up from his chair and made his way over to the bed. “Nah, don’t bother. You’re not going to pay me in money,” he told her. “We’re going to use this bed for its intended purpose.”\n\n“Huh, I don’t… I don’t understand,” she mumbled, with her mouth drooping and just barely able to form words. \n\n“The wolf came closer. “You don’t have to understand,” he said smoothly. “Just relax. I’ll do everything for you.”\n\nXavier climbed into the bed. He cuddled with her for a moment, spooning her. She felt his immense warmth flood all over her back. It felt so wonderful, especially in her drunkenness. \n\nHe put a hand on the waistline of her pants.\n\n“W-wait, w-what are you…” she yelped, panicking feebly.\n\n“[i]Shh, [/i]it’s okay, pattymuffin,” he whispered in her bunny ear. “Everything is going to be okay.”\n\nHe pulled down her pants with the strong pull of his claw, taking her panties with it and revealing her womanhood.\n\nPatty knew immediately something was wrong, but she couldn’t tell what. She didn’t know how to fix it, or how to even think about it. Maybe… maybe this kind wolf was going to fix it for her?\n\nWith a bit of squirming and struggling, her shirt came off too, as did the rest of her clothes. Xavier so gently sliced off her bra from behind with his foreclaw. He was then laying in bed with a naked bunny. Xavier was already naked, and had been for a while, but Patty had never noticed because she couldn’t think straight.\n\nThe wolf stroked the rabbit’s belly with the sharp tips of his claws. He’d never bred a bunny this young before; this was going to be new to him. Her breasts were smaller than he expected, but still had a delightful definition to them. Her bushy tail was like sheep’s wool. Her fur was like the velvet underbelly of a fox.\n\n“N… no… no…” whimpered Patty, squirming a little.\n\n“Good girl, good girl,” he said contently. “Ever wanted to breed like a bunny, pattymuffin? Ever thought about children? Ohh, rabbits have such large litters, I hear…”\n\n“N-no children…” she managed to plead. “No children.”\n\n“Yes children,” he corrected. “Yes children. That’s what I want to hear from you. Say it. ‘Yes children.’”\n\n“No… no… no children,” she insisted, her eyes half-closed, floating between asleep and awake.\n\n“Yes yes yes children,” echoed the hungry wolf.\n\nHe pinned her facedown on the bed and began licking the fur upon her back, just to taste it. He always loved tasting the fur of prey creatures. Even after all the evolution and civilization’s development, prey creatures still [i]tasted [/i]like prey. So sweet and salty and tantalizing. Patty whimpered in a very confused voice at each grooming stroke of the wolf’s tongue, half in delight and half in protest.\n\n“Bunnies are supposed to breed,” he spoke in a dark and husky voice, “Yes children. Say it.”\n\n“No,” she only said.\n\n“It’s the only way you’re getting out of here,” said the wolf sternly. “Yes children. Yes children. Come on, little bunny. Everyone’s waiting for you. That’s all you need to say. Yes children. Yes children.”\n\n“Yes… children…” she finally said, though it was only a dreamy, involuntary repetition of what she heard.\n\nThe predator needed no other sign of consent. He wrapped his body tightly around the naked bunny, grasping it from above, holding it completely and helplessly in his embrace. He knew she wouldn’t struggle outside of a little wiggling, but he always liked to have complete control over his prey.\n\nHe pulled her body onto his ready, hardened wolfhood, thrusting with great force as he did so, sinking himself deep, deep inside of her.\n\n“Auuuu – Auuuuuh…. Mmmmffff” whimpered the bunny in drunken pain.\n\n“That’s it, [i]that’s it, [/i]you’re doing so well,” he whispered. But in reality, he didn’t give a shit about how she felt anymore. The games were over, and now it was time for his reward. It was time to do what he came for.\n\nForcing her face-down into the bed, The wolf covered her in the full weight of his naked, muscular body, pressing her deep into the mattress until she struggled to breathe. Once she was pinned, he jerked himself in and out of her with quick, sharp thrusts.\n\n“AHH! Ahh! Ohh! Ahhh… auuhhh…” cried the rabbit.\n\n“Mmm, you’re not going to Silverhawk,” he said between thrusts. “You’ll be too busy taking care of your twelve little bunnychildren. You’ll never be an architect. You’ll only be a piss-poor mother. Too bad for you. Maybe you should’ve learned to read other furs better. Maybe you’ll teach your children.”\n\nPatty flailed and wailed, no longer in any control of her body. Her voice shrieked with pleasure in one breath, and pain the next. The wolf only grunted dominantly as he kept jamming himself in, pulling out, then in, then out…\n\nHe ravaged her for ten minutes. The bed shook and creaked beneath the force of his primal motions. Admittedly, her hole wasn’t nearly as tight as he wanted it to be… and not nearly as tight as Elisha’s would be… but it pleased him nonetheless, and it only took him those few dozen savory thrusts before he felt his release swelling in his groin.\n\n“[i]Now breeeeed,[/i]” he growled, dumping a throb of his genes into her, and then another, and then another… he rode out his wonderful release, filling and burdening the poor drunken bunny beneath him, knowing she likely wouldn’t remember any of this the next day.\n\n“Gmmm. Mmmm. Rrr…” He moaned in his satisfied relief as he milked out the last of his sperm inside of her.\n\nDeep inside Patty, the wolf’s sperm rushed upstream. Soon, they would hopelessly drown her eggs. Soon, they’d munch away at the cell walls and press forth into the weakened eggshells. And new lives would begin their existence.\n\nXavier made sure not to knot her. He couldn’t afford it. Instead, as soon as he’d finished gratifying himself at her expense, he pulled out of her, feeling as his copious seed spilled and stained the bedsheets and likely the mattress. [i]Well, that’s what it’s for, anyway, [/i]he told himself.\n\nHe collected his paints, his shirt, his shoes, which he’d laid neatly on the far desk. When he was about to leave, he eyed the rabbit’s clothes disarrayed around the bed, which he’d pulled off her, some of which were actually shredded by his claws. Patty was out cold by this point, deep in hangover dreams. She wouldn’t awaken until eleven the next morning. \n\nFor his amusement, Xavier collected her clothing and took it with him, leaving her naked, abused, and dripping with fluids on a strange and foreign bed. Then he left, closing the door behind him.\n\nOn a whim, Xavier also stuck her with the bill for the room, which would easily cut a nice chunk out of her college fund.\n\n[i]One hell of a party I’ve given her, [/i]he chuckled to himself as he left the club satisfied. [i]Enough of a party to last a lifetime. Several lifetimes, even, counting the little bunnies in her belly…\n\n[/i]With a gleeful grin on his face, he let himself out the back door of the club and into a grimy alleyway. Beneath the single, pathetic lightbulb above the door, he pulled a tiny notebook from his back pocket. He then pulled a small pencil from the spiral wire. Skipping the page he reserved specially for Elisha, he wrote, “[i]#215, Patty the Bunny / Club WildFire. 17.[/i]”\n\nThen he walked off into the night. And though he would hang around the suburbs of Hailbay City for a few weeks more, most of the furs who saw him that night never saw him again.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Two months was a long time for Xavier to wait.

He knew that he had little Elisha on the end of his hook, but her birthday was not for two months, and the wait was proving difficult to bear. Every time Xavier tried to consider a new target, he would only keep thinking about her, picturing the little twelve-year-old fox naked. Imagining the feel of his claws through her velvety gray fur. Imagining how she would squeal when he would finally break through her virginity. Imagining how tight she would feel, how naively innocent and –

He knew he needed to stop thinking about it. He needed a distraction.

The blue-furred wolf wandered the streets of Hailbay City one night, looking for anything interesting. It wasn’t a particularly exciting city, but if he wanted to stay for Elisha, he needed to make the most of it. But it grew difficult to find things which could hold his interest. The glitz of the neon signs and the scent of local cuisine all shouted at him and tried to win his attention, but tonight, everything felt a bit like fast food: sometimes you’re just not in the mood for any of it.

At quarter-till-midnight, Xavier settled on visiting a nightclub at a sketchy corner of the town. He wasn’t often a clubgoer, but when he did go, he knew that the sketchier the club, the better. Illegal drugs and barfights always made things a little more interesting. Maybe, he thought, he could find a decent girl there. And even if not, it was always a good stroke to the ego to throw his money around in front of an audience.

He slid the bouncer a nice several-thousand-Bill tip and wandered in.

The girls he found at these sort of clubs were always the boring kind. They came to find sex.  They got drunk. They were far, far too easy. And Xavier never liked an easy target. He could have any of those furry sluts naked in ten minutes, fucking their brains out in a suite upstairs and dumping his sperm into them... but there was no fun in that. He needed something a bit more worthy for his prey.

On the inside, joint was a bit higher-class than Xavier had hoped or expected, and it was packed. The DJ blasted ridiculous music, neon lights flashed though the smoggy air. He was pretty sure he could smell furnip, a common illegal drug. And at the center of the room, a whole crowd of smelly, furry animals grinded against one another to the primal, deafening beat. Blocking it all out for the moment, he sauntered over to the bar and ordered himself a pricy drink. He sipped it slowly, glancing about the room as sharp flavors stung his tongue and the alcohol made its way to his head.

When his glass was half empty, he eyed a group of overeager girls just making their way in the front entrance. Among this group of girls was a seventeen-year-old rabbit. Her name was Patty.

* * *


Patty didn’t know why she let her friends drag her to this club. She’d never been in a club before, and never had any desire to visit one. But her tigress friend, Alva, insisted until she’d caved.

“You really need to get out more,” Alva had said earlier that night. “I hate seeing you with your nose jammed in books all the time. There’s more to life than grades.”

“But I need grades,” she mumbled back. “Grades are what’s getting me into Silverhawk University. And I bet you anything they have better parties than the ones you go to.”

Alva just snorted and said “Nah, Silverhawk U will just be filled with hundreds of boring bookworms like you who don’t know how to have fun. C’mon, girl! You’ve got to try this at least once in your life. Cut loose a little. Break the rules. You might actually like it.”

Patty slammed her book shut. “If I go and I hate it, promise to never invite me to a nightclub again?”

“Deal,” said Alva, petting her on the head. “I just want to have some fun with my favorite girlfriend before we start this whole college nonsense and never see one another again, y’know?”

As Patty waddled into the nightclub cowering awkwardly behind the rest of her friends, she glanced down at the fake ID that Alva had somehow gotten printed for her. She knew they were expensive, and she didn’t want Alva’s money to go to waste if she’d taken all the effort to get one.

Immediately she was blasted with deafening dubstep sounds. She folded her large, sensitive ears closed and pulled them against her head.

Why am I here? She asked herself.

Oh right, to prove a point, she answered. Well then. Just gotta get through this night without going deaf.

Patty pushed through the jungle of slutty animals and sweaty fur, trying her best to stick close to her friends. But they already seemed to be dispersing. And then suddenly someone shoved a drink into her hands.

“It’s on me,” said Schuma, her overeager deer friend. Shuma was a bleeding-heart who was always willing to listen to Patty’s emotional problems and help her study, but she had an exasperating side to her. At the worst of times, she reminded Patty of a particularly abrasive pink pony character from an old childhood show she used to watch.

“What’s in this?” said Patty with disgust, sniffing the rim.

“If I told you, it would spoil the fun!” laughed Schuma. “Go on, enjoy it! It cost me a hundred Bills…”

“I’m heading to the dancefloor,” said Alva. “Coming, Patricia?”

“…Just give me a moment,” she said forlornly, looking down at the murky yellow liquid in the glass. “I’ll… I’ll… just need a minute to… finish this.”

“Suit yourself!” said the tigress, prancing away, no doubt soon to be dryhumping some boy in time with the music.

Patty leaned against the wall, far away from as many furs as possible, and took a sip of her drink. Her ears perked. It wasn’t half bad. Was there any alcohol in it? She honestly couldn’t tell. It tasted like cherry-blackberry-lemonade. Maybe, she thought, she could finish it faster than she expected.

That was when a certain wolf noticed her from across the room.

Recalling an old adage about prey who fall behind their herds, Xavier downed his drink, set the empty glass on the bar, and stood up to make his way towards the lonely bunny.

Now there’s one who definitely doesn’t want to be here, Xavier saw. Probably means she’s more of my type.

“Well, someone looks like they’re having a lot of fun,” said the wolf suavely the moment he entered the rabbit’s earshot.

It took a moment in Patty’s mind for it to click that the sultry voice was speaking to her. She glanced up, and standing there beside her…

…was the most handsome boy she’d ever seen.

The shock of it made her fumble the glass in her paws. She clumsily juggled it for a moment before it slipped to the floor, its contents spilling everywhere.

While she was busy jittering in horror of what she’d done, the wolf bent over and casually picked up the empty glass, taking a whiff of the inside. “Lemon Ragweed, I believe,” he muttered out loud, pulling some hundred-note Bills from his side picket and placing them into the bunny’s hand. “Here’s another one on me. Sorry that I scared the hell out of the first one.”

“Uh… uh thanks,” was all she could reply with.

Xavier gave himself a small grin. “But hey…” he said, leaning against the wall beside her, “Let me take one guess. Friends dragged you here?”

“Y-Yeah,” she mumbled, afraid to look him in the eye. He was just so damn handsome, she couldn’t believe he even noticed she existed.

“Pft. Me too,” he groaned. “And believe me, I know that look on anyone’s face. I don’t even want to be here tonight, just tagged along with the pack ‘cause I promised. Not even looking for a hookup… got a wife and seven children at home.”

Patty blinked. Ah, so that’s why he was acting so friendly. He was taken. Yeah… no way a single wolf this stunning would show interest in a nerdy little rabbit, she thought.

“Name’s Jake,” Xavier said smoothly, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Hi… I’m P-Pattr—Patty,” she managed.

“Patty. Nice to meet you,” the wolf said. “Pretty little thing you are… And you look the intelligent type. Let me tell you something. You really don’t need to come here to find love. And males… well, we’re more attracted to intelligence than we’d like to admit. Like my wife… looks mean nothing next to five PhDs. Hone your smarts, kid, and the jackrabbits will come pouncing on you.”

“Heh. Heheh,” said the bunny, becoming more comfortable with this polite, charming guy. “Well… I’ve never… really been interested in boys.”

“Oh… girls, then?” Xavier tried with an amused smile.

“Oh, no! That’s… no.” she said quickly. “I’m not interested in anyone, actually.”

The wolf gave a shrug. “Huh. Really? But you’re a rabbit. I’d just have assumed you’d be wanting to breed like one.”

In mortified laughter, she spat out her nose. “That’s not happening. Yet, anyway, I mean, maybe someday. But for now, I’ve just never felt like pursuing anyone. I’d rather just… be at home studying for my midterms.”

Xavier’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that kind of a girl, are you?” he chuckled. “I guess you’re really out of your element here, aren’t you?”

“Yeah I… I guess I am,” replied the seventeen-year-old bunny with a cute, nervous laugh.

“Well, from one stick in the mud to another, I’d love to help you pass the time,” he offered, standing upright with an inviting swing of his tail. “Let’s go somewhere quieter. It’s hard enough to hear you in here.”

Somewhere quieter? Where she strained, even with her bunny ears, to hear the wolf’s words over this obnoxious clubstep music? Hell yes.

She eagerly followed his lead.

Xavier led her to a back room where things were much less active. Furs sat on couches and booths everywhere, sharing what sounded like friendly, polite conversation. Only the bassline reverberation from the rave-room seeped through the walls. Seems more like my place, Patty thought.

She sat down beside him on a cushioned bench, stealing a glance at him before averting her gaze and pretending not to be interested. Such muscles in his arms, she noticed, firm but not bulging. Such well-groomed fur. And such a gleam in his eyes! That smile! No wonder he was taken. All the boys this good were taken. Despite herself, she felt pangs of envy.

“So, a studybunny, huh?” he said, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. “What’cha like to study?”

“Well, I… I’m training to get into Silverhawk U… to be… well, an architectural engineer. Yeah, silly, I know. But… yeah.”

The wolf raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Color me impressed, kiddo,” he replied. “It’s tough to get into Silverhawk. That’s where my wife got two of her PHDs. She said it was crazy hard, even rants about it to this day.”

“I know! But I’m gonna do it. If it kills me!” Patty said defiantly.

“Well, if it means anything, I think you’re more likely to get killed by a falling I-beam from one of your buildings than the stress it takes to get into Silverhawk. You’re a bright kid, I can tell just by looking at you.”

Patty’s heart fluttered at such a complement. “Ah, hahah… thanks…” she could only say, bashfully averting her gaze again. “So uh… what about you? What do you do?”

“I’m a business consultant,” he said, sighing. “Shitty bosses from all around the country pay me to tell them why anything but their shitty management skills are costing the company money. Quite lucrative, actually, if you’re good at it. Deep down, everyone wants to be a selfish asshole and not suffer the consequences, so my services will always be in demand.” He gave a little chuckle and added, “Best part is when I get to tell billionaire CEOs to fuck off and they can’t do a damn thing to me. Whole job is worth it just for those moments.”

It wasn’t completely a lie. While Xavier was currently unemployed, he had some experience in the business world, especially before he’d found his new hobby of burdening females with his children purely for his own amusement. From time to time he still liked to delve into the business world again, mainly to find a different flavor of females to hunt.

“Sounds fun,” said the bunny, mirroring his smile. “I hate the business side of things myself, I’m kind of dreading it to be honest. Sometimes I wish the job was just about the raw geometry.”

“Sadly, that’s something everyone needs to deal with,” Xavier said. “Deep down, everything is politics. Everyone down to the lowliest janitors scrubbing the floors at fast food joints have to deal with it in some form or another. Everybody has reasons for doing the things they do, and you need to learn to read those reasons and speak that language. Learn to pick up the subtle social cues that everyone makes. Otherwise…” he gave her an odd look and said, “you’re gonna get played with, and you’re gonna get screwed by someone.”

“Yeah… I know,” Patty sighed. “At least I have school to look forward to before getting into all that.”

Xavier sat upright. “Ohhh… you especially need it for school,” he pointedly hummed. “Silverhawk U? Where every open slot is in such high demand? Where the professors have to flunk the lowest percent of all their classes? You’d better believe you’re gonna need social skills there, kiddo. You could ace all your tests and the professor will still flunk you for wearing the wrong shirt on the wrong day. And that’s not even counting what happens after you graduate. You’ve gotta know people, or you’ll never get the job you want.”

“Yeah, you’re… you’re right,” she mumbled, slumping in her seat. “Shit. Maybe they were right. Maybe I really should’ve gotten out more. I really have a lot to learn about the world, I guess.”

Xavier grinned as he watched the rabbit’s ego take a short tumble. “Yeah, I’m not gonna lie, it’s going to be tough on you, kid. Real tough. But that’s the whole reason we have alcohol.”

Xavier signaled to a wandering waiter, flipped him some Bills, and minutes later, a new brimming-full glass of ‘lemon ragweed’ was set before Patty.

“Drink up,” encouraged the wolf, downing his own beverage with surprising speed. “You’re only young once, so better have fun while you can. Seize the moment!”

Patty took one look at the drink and sighed long and deeply. Maybe this handsome wolf was right. Maybe Alva was right. Maybe she’d made a mistake in sticking so closely to her books all her life.

She downed the drink in one gulp. It was delicious.

And that was the last thing she remembered.

* * *


Patty woke up in a dark place. All she could hear was the thumping of her pulse in her ears.

Moments later she realized it wasn’t her heartbeat, but the thumping bass from the stupid club music still coming from somewhere.

“Ughhh…” she groaned, touching her forehead. She realized she was laying on a bed, and quite a comfy one.

“Oh… you’re awake,” said the friendly wolf, sitting on a chair nearby. “That didn’t take as long as I expected.”

“Jake… Jake. What happened to me?” Patty wondered.

“Well, for one thing, you obviously can’t hold your liquor,” he chuckled. “You downed that ragweed faster than I’ve ever seen someone take a shot before. You’re going to be feeling this ‘till tomorrow night, I’m afraid.”

She tried to move her body. Loopy. Blurry. Wobbly. That’s all she could feel. Her sensations didn’t make sense. Her body wasn’t obeying her intentions.

“Relax,” said the wolf. “You’ll be fine. Just relax.”

“Uh… where am I?”

“You’re still in Club Wildfire,” he explained coolly. “I had to take you up to one of the suites.”

“Uh what... why do nightclubs have bedrooms?” she wondered, vaguely aware of her surroundings now. She looked around at the small, cozy hotel-like room. “I didn’t know nightclubs had bedrooms.”

“All the nightclubs worth going to have bedrooms,” explained the wolf. “So when you find that special girl, you don’t have to go through all the trouble of… well, taking them home, then getting them a ride the next day and all that. You never have to leave the premises. ‘Course, you pay out the nose for it…”

The rabbit couldn’t quite tell what all this meant. Her mind was too hazy and drunk “Thank you… for… helping me…” said Patty. “Sorry I passed out. Thanks for taking me here.”

“You’re quite welcome,” purred Xavier. “But you’re going to pay me back for it, you know.”

“…Oh?” yelped Patty. “Well uh… I still have that money you gave me, I think…”

Xavier got up from his chair and made his way over to the bed. “Nah, don’t bother. You’re not going to pay me in money,” he told her. “We’re going to use this bed for its intended purpose.”

“Huh, I don’t… I don’t understand,” she mumbled, with her mouth drooping and just barely able to form words.

“The wolf came closer. “You don’t have to understand,” he said smoothly. “Just relax. I’ll do everything for you.”

Xavier climbed into the bed. He cuddled with her for a moment, spooning her. She felt his immense warmth flood all over her back. It felt so wonderful, especially in her drunkenness.

He put a hand on the waistline of her pants.

“W-wait, w-what are you…” she yelped, panicking feebly.

“Shh, it’s okay, pattymuffin,” he whispered in her bunny ear. “Everything is going to be okay.”

He pulled down her pants with the strong pull of his claw, taking her panties with it and revealing her womanhood.

Patty knew immediately something was wrong, but she couldn’t tell what. She didn’t know how to fix it, or how to even think about it. Maybe… maybe this kind wolf was going to fix it for her?

With a bit of squirming and struggling, her shirt came off too, as did the rest of her clothes. Xavier so gently sliced off her bra from behind with his foreclaw. He was then laying in bed with a naked bunny. Xavier was already naked, and had been for a while, but Patty had never noticed because she couldn’t think straight.

The wolf stroked the rabbit’s belly with the sharp tips of his claws. He’d never bred a bunny this young before; this was going to be new to him. Her breasts were smaller than he expected, but still had a delightful definition to them. Her bushy tail was like sheep’s wool. Her fur was like the velvet underbelly of a fox.

“N… no… no…” whimpered Patty, squirming a little.

“Good girl, good girl,” he said contently. “Ever wanted to breed like a bunny, pattymuffin? Ever thought about children? Ohh, rabbits have such large litters, I hear…”

“N-no children…” she managed to plead. “No children.”

“Yes children,” he corrected. “Yes children. That’s what I want to hear from you. Say it. ‘Yes children.’”

“No… no… no children,” she insisted, her eyes half-closed, floating between asleep and awake.

“Yes yes yes children,” echoed the hungry wolf.

He pinned her facedown on the bed and began licking the fur upon her back, just to taste it. He always loved tasting the fur of prey creatures. Even after all the evolution and civilization’s development, prey creatures still tasted like prey. So sweet and salty and tantalizing. Patty whimpered in a very confused voice at each grooming stroke of the wolf’s tongue, half in delight and half in protest.

“Bunnies are supposed to breed,” he spoke in a dark and husky voice, “Yes children. Say it.”

“No,” she only said.

“It’s the only way you’re getting out of here,” said the wolf sternly. “Yes children. Yes children. Come on, little bunny. Everyone’s waiting for you. That’s all you need to say. Yes children. Yes children.”

“Yes… children…” she finally said, though it was only a dreamy, involuntary repetition of what she heard.

The predator needed no other sign of consent. He wrapped his body tightly around the naked bunny, grasping it from above, holding it completely and helplessly in his embrace. He knew she wouldn’t struggle outside of a little wiggling, but he always liked to have complete control over his prey.

He pulled her body onto his ready, hardened wolfhood, thrusting with great force as he did so, sinking himself deep, deep inside of her.

“Auuuu – Auuuuuh…. Mmmmffff” whimpered the bunny in drunken pain.

“That’s it, that’s it, you’re doing so well,” he whispered. But in reality, he didn’t give a shit about how she felt anymore. The games were over, and now it was time for his reward. It was time to do what he came for.

Forcing her face-down into the bed, The wolf covered her in the full weight of his naked, muscular body, pressing her deep into the mattress until she struggled to breathe. Once she was pinned, he jerked himself in and out of her with quick, sharp thrusts.

“AHH! Ahh! Ohh! Ahhh… auuhhh…” cried the rabbit.

“Mmm, you’re not going to Silverhawk,” he said between thrusts. “You’ll be too busy taking care of your twelve little bunnychildren. You’ll never be an architect. You’ll only be a piss-poor mother. Too bad for you. Maybe you should’ve learned to read other furs better. Maybe you’ll teach your children.”

Patty flailed and wailed, no longer in any control of her body. Her voice shrieked with pleasure in one breath, and pain the next. The wolf only grunted dominantly as he kept jamming himself in, pulling out, then in, then out…

He ravaged her for ten minutes. The bed shook and creaked beneath the force of his primal motions. Admittedly, her hole wasn’t nearly as tight as he wanted it to be… and not nearly as tight as Elisha’s would be… but it pleased him nonetheless, and it only took him those few dozen savory thrusts before he felt his release swelling in his groin.

“Now breeeeed,” he growled, dumping a throb of his genes into her, and then another, and then another… he rode out his wonderful release, filling and burdening the poor drunken bunny beneath him, knowing she likely wouldn’t remember any of this the next day.

“Gmmm. Mmmm. Rrr…” He moaned in his satisfied relief as he milked out the last of his sperm inside of her.

Deep inside Patty, the wolf’s sperm rushed upstream. Soon, they would hopelessly drown her eggs. Soon, they’d munch away at the cell walls and press forth into the weakened eggshells. And new lives would begin their existence.

Xavier made sure not to knot her. He couldn’t afford it. Instead, as soon as he’d finished gratifying himself at her expense, he pulled out of her, feeling as his copious seed spilled and stained the bedsheets and likely the mattress. Well, that’s what it’s for, anyway, he told himself.

He collected his paints, his shirt, his shoes, which he’d laid neatly on the far desk. When he was about to leave, he eyed the rabbit’s clothes disarrayed around the bed, which he’d pulled off her, some of which were actually shredded by his claws. Patty was out cold by this point, deep in hangover dreams. She wouldn’t awaken until eleven the next morning.

For his amusement, Xavier collected her clothing and took it with him, leaving her naked, abused, and dripping with fluids on a strange and foreign bed. Then he left, closing the door behind him.

On a whim, Xavier also stuck her with the bill for the room, which would easily cut a nice chunk out of her college fund.

One hell of a party I’ve given her, he chuckled to himself as he left the club satisfied. Enough of a party to last a lifetime. Several lifetimes, even, counting the little bunnies in her belly…

With a gleeful grin on his face, he let himself out the back door of the club and into a grimy alleyway. Beneath the single, pathetic lightbulb above the door, he pulled a tiny notebook from his back pocket. He then pulled a small pencil from the spiral wire. Skipping the page he reserved specially for Elisha, he wrote, “#215, Patty the Bunny / Club WildFire. 17.”

Then he walked off into the night. And though he would hang around the suburbs of Hailbay City for a few weeks more, most of the furs who saw him that night never saw him again.","pools_count":0,"title":"Xavier's Notebook: Patricia","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"application/msword","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"8","views":"1288","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}