When the Predators Became the Prey 
Part 3
Chapter 3
****
For Sonja, life at the Lucky Foot had definitely changed. 

Word of Sonja and her pair of big, bunny boobies had quickly spread across the land and the old tavern was now busier and more prosperous than ever before. Some customers now came for every meal! Even her family had received word, as far away as they were. 

During that time, Sonja had received countless propositions from said customers both regular and itinerate alike and for very generous sums no less. While Sonja was not a prude, not anymore, her new body was a gift from Bambianos. Sonja couldn’t just lay down with just anyone…She had a plan to follow. 

Right now, The Lucky Foot was busy and several potential prospects were available for the voluptuous bunny. Perhaps not for the final phase but she did need practice.

Sonja was manning the bar with her big tits resting on the oak paneled surface and her eyes scanning the common room. 

‘Let’s see.” Her cerulean eyes singled out candidates for the practice round. “Too old, braggart, married, engaged, has pox sores, baby carrot, too young, looks violent, ugly…” Her eyes darted this way and that until finally…”There we go!”

Sonja’s eyes had landed on a raccoon sitting alone at a table nursing his mug of pear cider, his only mug if she wasn’t mistaken. 

The Raccoon Clans hailed from a different part of the continent and weren’t directly involved in the war, They usually appeared as blockade runners and mercenaries for whomever could pay. The tartan pattern on his clan sash indicated that this particular raccoon was firmly neutral. What wasn’t neutral about him was looks. He leaned more toward the leaner rogue style but he filled out his fur well enough. Said fur lacked the shine as common to seasoned travelers but it was still full and thick. The sword at his hip seemed well used though. 

He certainly imitated a rouge well enough as he surreptitiously casting glances at Sonja’s tits and ass every chance he could get. The fact that he had stayed in one place for hours with only one drink was definitely rogue-ish.

‘Just a little taste…”

The raccoon lifted his clay mug only to find that it was finally empty. One of the wait-goats that Sonja had hired bustled over. 

“Would you like another?” 

“Uh…”

The raccoon had tried to answer the goat girl but his attention had been fully diverted by her employer. Sonja was appearing to keep an eye on her new employee but what she was really doing was smooshing her bosom in a way that made the flesh bulge almost all the way to her chin. Her top was almost at its limit! The raccoon’s eyes widened. Sonja was all but certain that the raccoon was pitching a tent in his kilt. 

“Um…” As distracted as he was by bunny bosom, the raccoon knew better than to pay for something he could steal.

“No, thank you. I need to go.”

He tossed a mix of counterfeit and foreign coins on the table and then hurried towards the front door. He treated the evening crowd to a rousing rendering of the March of the Tentpole. The dance had become very popular in the months following the disappearance of a certainLeopard Kingdom noble…

Sonja smiled.

“Yes…a good candidate for testing!”

Sonja turned to Nancy, one of her many cousins, who had become Sonja’s assistant manager. 
“I’m taking my break!” Nancy jolted in surprise but nodded and Sonja smiled. She was finding herself more grateful that her family had left her behind. Sonja left Nancy to it, a chance to spread her wings. 

‘Let the hunt begin.’

****

The raccoon was named Chuck and has exited into the dark his huge problem throbbed. He had come to this village on behalf of his clan in search of new business opportunities. As the war had sent the old Clans into disarray, which meant chances for profti! If the rumors of feline oligarchs disappearing without a trace had any substance, it was a prime opportunity for the Procyon clan. 

“Damnit!” He scowled down at his kilt, the loose fabric was doing a good job at hiding his erection but not making it any better. 

“Spirits! That bunny!” 

He closed his eyes and thought of those, round, firm, soft as cake, tits.

The raccoon actually snarled when his problem throbbed painfully at the thought. Huffing a breath, he looked around. There were a few people around but most of the townsfolk were either at the Lucky Foot or in bed. One good thing about these small, farming/ranching towns was that people tended to turn in early. 

Chuck didn’t think he was going to make it back to the room he had commandeered while its owners were away. So, his striped tail disappeared between a smithy and a cheese shop. A few barrels and crates provided an excellent cover and a street lantern hanging on the next street provided just enough light so he wouldn’t trip. He was a raccoon after all, sneaking around was in his nature.

Twitching his ears to check for spies and eavesdroppers, Chuck loosened his kilt and his engorged member burst free. 

“Oh sweet Capilli!” 

Chuck had expected a bunch of small town suckers but he had not expected that rabbit! His cock throbbed once again at the thought of the stacked female. Precum was already beginning to stream from from the tip. This was probably the first time Chuck was afraid to pleasure himself. Chuck reared his head back and groaned. It could explode! 


“It’s just a risk I’m going to have to take.”
He reached down and grasped his dick and allowed images of the Tavern Bunny fill his mind. 

Chuck had a bit of a curse and it wasn’t the stereotypical sticky fingers. No, Chuck was cursed with what got him off. Two things in particular but they only occurred in nature separately…

The raccoon barely suppressed a grunt as his dick throbbed again. 

Chuck really liked bunnies. He had been with a couple of them much to nods of approval, he payed more attention to their faces. He had always thought they were so cute, with their floppy ears, twitchy little noses and whiskers. That however lead to his secondary problem: bunnies tended to be skinny and lean, which did not do it for him. What did get him up were the community of cows that lived back home. They absolutely drove him crazy, with their huge tits and rear ends so firm you could bounce coins off of them. The problem was that cows were stubborn oafs and strong enough to crush his pelvis. 

His long standing fantasy was a cow’s body with the head of a bunny. And such a creature did not exist beyond mad alchemist’s labs and mad fantasies. 

Until tonight…

“The spirits have taken pity or scorn on me! And gave me the woman of my dreams!”

There was already a damp spot on the ground as he jerked himself off. 

“She was perfect! Adorable chubby cheeks. Deep, dewey eyes. Even her hair color! And that body!” 

Thrills flowed through his body as he pumped his cock with a vigor he could not remember feeling.

No more switching between mental images. Chunk knew exactly what would work this time!


“Gagh! If only I had gotten her name!” Chuck clenched his teeth.

“It’s Sonja.” 

Chuck’s eyes shot open, and saw the object of his fantasy standing right in front of him. his dick still grasped in his hands A knowing smirk was wrapped around her prominent buck teeth. 

Chuck stared into those clear, blue, eyes. Here he was, kilt-less, jacking himself off and Sonja, he now knew, was actually standing right in front of him. 

Before his brain could catch up to the present moment, the smirk turned into a bright grin. Without preamble, Sonja reached down and calmly pulled her white shirt up and over her head!

Had this been a child’s picture book, his jaw would have completely detached. Now Chuck’s brain had completely gone out the window. Chuck’s eyes bugged out even more than they had before. What they did do was flop in time with the flopping of Sonja’s bunny juggs bouncing as if in celebration of their freedom. The chill of night caused her nipples to harden almost immediately. 

It wasn’t that Sonja had never been assertive, it was just easier now that she wasn’t a 98 pound weakling! 

Sonja used her new weight to press the raccoon gently but firmly into the wall of the empty cheese shop. Reaching down, she joined Chuck’s hand in wrapping around his length. Sonja was pleased with the raccoon’s tool. Not record breaking but still more than a good handful!

Sonja removed her victim’s hands and pressed them to the wall, as was proper, and got to work. 

“You looked so uncomfortable when you left and I do so hate it with guests of the Lucky Foot are uncomfortable. It wouldn’t make me a good innkeeper!”

“Uh..” was Chuck’s eloquent response. He was still not entirely sure if he hadn’t dived too deep into one of his fantasies. 

Sonja smiled and knelt down until she was muzzle to muzzle with the raccoons cock. She removed her hands and then used them to lift her juggs and press them around the throbbing shaft. 

Chuck gasped as the soft boobs enveloped his cock. Spirits! They were even softer than he imagined. The flesh wrapped in fur felt like…well…baby bunny fur! 

Sonja didn’t stop there. Once again calling upon the knowledge gained from those smuggled books, the bunny’s tongue slipped from her muzzle and brushed up against the raccoon’s engorged head. Chuck only barely managed to remember that he was still in public, which was the only reason he didn’t moan at the top of his lungs.

If only just. 

“Where had she learned to do this!?”

Sonja’s tongue danced up, down, and around his tip. Then she brought her tits up and then pressed them down. The leaking head sprung from the heaving mounds of titflesh like a rock on the seashore. The bunny’s hardened nipples brushed up against Chuck’s stomach, leaving him gasping and moaning.

“Oh Spirits!” 

‘Guess he’s always wanted a titfuck!’

“They’re soft aren’t they?” said Sonja coyly. The her tongue was put back to much more pleasurable uses. 

“Oh FUCK yes!”  said the raccoon through gritted teeth. 

“So Soft!” 

Sonja smiled around her tongue and pressed her boobs tighter around his dick. Chuck wasn’t the only one enjoying this. Sonja had spent many nights as of late playing with her new, more sensitive, accoutrements. If a broken broom handle was amazing, than the real thing was even better!

As her tongue lapped up his precum, Sonja’s own juices were drenching her crouch and were beginning to drip into the dirt. Thank goodness she had gone commando tonight! She toyed with her prey for several more agonizing seconds on both parts of raccoon and bunny. Sonja’s nipples were as hard as rocks and every brush against Chuck’s toned chest nearly sent her over the edge. Sonja held true to her studies and clenched the muscles of her stomach. 

“Oh Spirits!”

The boards of the cheese shop were beginning to creak thanks to Chuck’s claws. 

This Bunny! They were supposed to be timid!

Sonja moved in for the kill. She took the raccoon’s cock into her mouth. Chuck moaned loudly, no longer caring about his surroundings. Sonja’s upper body was getting quite a workout. 

“Soft! Soft!” 

‘Hard! Hard!’

Sonja had long thought of oral sex as a one-sided affair but she was loving this! She could literally taste his musk through her muzzlw. Her head was bent so far down, she almost kissed her bulging tit flesh. Chuck’s cock was throbbing and trembling and Sonja was putting all her energy into the paizuri. 

The wall creaked some more as Chuck’s hips moved in time with Sonja’s bobbing head. 

‘Please come! Please come!’ Chuck silently begged.

Sonja was repeating the same mantra in her own head, her mouth being otherwise occupied. 

‘In my mouth! Please come in my mouth!’ 

Suddenly, every muscle in the raccoon’s body tensed and every hair stood on end. Sonja’s eyes bugged open as Chuck’s cock bulged and she only had a moment to suck air before his cock exploded into her muzzle. The bunny was momentarily stunned at the sheer volume of spunk pouring into her mouth. Some of it was dribbling from the sides of her mouth! She was a good girl though and she swallowed it down. It was salty and bitter but not unpleasant. If bunny’s could eat raw grass, than Sonja could certainly handle this. 

‘Wow, he must be really pent up!’ 

Sonja closed her eyes and gently sucked him dry. 

Too soon, though the flow ended. Chuck jerked his hips a few more times to be fully empty. Sonja gently withdrew her muzzle. Chuck’s now flaccid dick fell from her lips. 

The raccoon gasped loudly and slumped against the cheese shop, his limbs turned to mush. Sonja on her part, stood up, to the gratitude of her calves. She looked down at the raccoon with her cheeks bulging with raccoon cum. 

Sonja waited a moment before tilting her head back and swallowing it down. Smacking her lips, Sonja pondered. 

“Not really tasty or filling, but it was warm on the way down!”

She looked back down at the raccoon and noticed his flushed face and limp dick. A part of her wanted to help him back to the Foot for a cold drink but this was a test run. She decided to pout instead. 

“How disappointing…”

She recalled a similar scenario from the books. 

“I’m still horny as hell, but you re clearly not up for it!”
Outwardly, she was being bitchy, but inwardly she was cringing.

‘Please don’t hate me!’ She mentally begged.

But she really did want more from the raccoon. 

“Oh well. I guess Rosie Palms will have to do. Ta Ta!”

‘My goodness, what had gotten into me! Mother would spank me raw for speaking to him like that! But I can’t lie: it felt..thrilling to be…well…bitchy!’

Sonja idly rubbed her belly. 

“Guess, I had a good teacher!” 

Her belly gurgled slightly. 

****

Chuck’s eyes cracked open as Sonja spoke, his heart still pounding in his chest. He sees Sonja blow him a kiss and prance away. His eyes immediately fell to the plump rear as it bounced back and forth under her plaided skirt. 

A certain flame sparked in Chuck’s gut and he felt his dick throb. It was still to soon to get hard again. 

It was stereotypical to say that raccoons were theives but it did have a basis in truth. Chuck’s clan, the Procyon, was descended from a clan of bandits and bandits were known for taking what they wanted. 

Sonja had just exited the alley, hoping the plumpness of her ass would be enough for the clearly insufficient raccoon. Her long ears suddenly twitched at the frantic scrambling behind her. Her quick reflexes were fast but not fast enough: a strong hand grabbed her by the fluffy tail and pulled. 

“Eep!”

Her old meekness returned and now it was her turn to pressed against the wall of the cheese shop. Sonja squeaked again at the squishing of her sensitive breasts, again when the Raccoon’s other hand slipped into her skirt. No underthings much to Chuck’s delight. 

The hand began exploring the voluminous buttocks and the other did the same with the voluminous boobies, still soaked with his cum. 

Now it was Sonja’s turn to moan, gasp, and pant. She tried to keep in mind that was out in public. 

“I. Wasn’t. Finished.” Chuck growled out the words. 

Sonja could feel them through her whole body. Instead of frightening her, it just made her drip. This…was what she had been waiting for. Sonja’s new body was too good to waste on just anyone. Too many takers. It had to be earned by the bold!

As a merchant, Chuck had put his nose to good use over the years, sampling spices and cheeses and determining real blue wine from the knockoffs. Now though, he was picking up the telltale scent of a female that was deep in the throes of arousal. He felt a renewed surge through his body. 

‘Spirits she smelled good!’

The squeezing hand snaked down between her fat cheeks and found the bunny’s drooling slit. Sonja could barely hold in her cry of ecstasy. The raccoons callused hands went to town on her folds, setting her body on fire. Her own fingers were great but this was on a whole other level!

‘Definitely going to have to do this again!’

It was the last coherent thought Sonja was going to have for a while, Chuck’s fingers had just sent a crackle of lightning through her body. The raccoon’s hot breath on her neck was the last straw. Chuck wasted no time pinching and squeezing her chest. 

“Aah!”

Sonja’s body jerked as renewed burst soaked Chuck’s groping fingers causing him to snarl in satisfaction. His cock began to stiffen once again. She felt so good!

Sonja gave an involuntary jerk, as if trying to escape but the other mammal was too strong.

Perfect.
Sonja did manage to turn her head. Her eyes actually widened at Chuck’s renewed erection. 

‘Did it get bigger!?’

Whatever it’s size. The raccoon was quick to use the hard tool to claim his prize. Reluctantly, he released his grip on Sonja’s ass and began to squeeze the other neglected breast. The bunny moaned through clenched teeth. Her long ears drooped. The panting increased in tempo as Chuck’s reinvigorated cock pushed into Sonja’s now well-lubricated pussy. 

The two mammals yowled and groaned. 

“HOLY BAMBIANOS!!!” 

Sonja no longer cared if she was heard. The whole village could hear! The new Sonja had arrived! Here her roar! 

Chuck just snarled and pushed himself deeper into Sonja’s twitching channel. It fit him like a glove. She was raring to go and Chuck started humping away. 

‘Oof’

‘ugh’

‘oof’

‘ugh’

Chuck withdrew his cock almost all the way to the tip. Sonja’s whimper transformed into a gasp as it slammed back inside. Sonja barely had time to breathe when Chuck bucked into her once again

“oof”

“ah!”

“Ugh!”

Sonja may not have been a virgin but she hadn’t had sex since she had gotten her new body and this time it wasn’t done out of pity by an old school friend. 

The alley echoed with the rhythmic sound of Raccoons muscular hips slapping against Sonja’s fat, jiggly, butt.

Sonja was in absolute ecstasy. Her first time was a matchstick. This time was a bonfire!

Her eyes were now wide open, staring up at the stars now flying across her vision. Two coats of fur and two sets of clothing were beginning to feel awfully warm. Chuck quickly lost patience and tore her shirt to shreds and Sonja couldn’t care less. 

The poor wall creaked as Sonja’s hands dug into the wood with the raccoon’s pounding into her. Coherent thought had left Chuck. This was not tender lovemaking, like with his beaus back home. 
This. 
Was. 
Rutting! 

This herbivore had snubbed him. She needed to be punished! 

Sonja would always be grateful for the extra padding she now had. The old Sonja would have probably coughed up her bones by now! Such was the strength of Chuck’s thrusts. Sonja felt her loins twisting tighter and tighter inside her under the strength of his thrusts. Until…

“AAAHH!!!”

A firework of pleasure erupted in her lower belly along with a snarl of rapture from Chuck. Her world turned white as the orgasm attacked her with all the ferocity of Bear Bezerker. Her cries soon climbed into the inaudible range as the fire burned through her. Thick ropes of cum spewed up her bunny cunny and when it became too much it streamed down her newly thickened thighs. 

Chuck grunted and contentedly growled as he emptied inside her. Sonja’s twitching tail tickled his stomach. Their damp fur steamed in the chill of night. Slowly, the entwined pair slid down the wall, panting all the way. 

When Sonja finally caught her breath, she spoke. 

“That’s” gasp “More like it” pant.

Chuck smirked and opened his mouth for some witty banter, when a light appeared in a neighboring building. 

“What’s all the racket!?”

The two sweaty souls exchanged a panicked look and on wobbly legs, escaped into the night.

The only remnant was a pair of pants, a shredded shirt, and drying trail of liquid. 
****
A few days later, after promising to write, Chuck of the Procyon clan departed Sonja’s village. Soon after, Sonja caught a frog from the river and dumped her pee on it. When it failed to change color, Sonja pouted.

“No kits yet…” 

Sonja sighed an placed a hand on her torso.

Sonja missed her big belly. Though not one with a gobbled up feline.  

“Its alright! It’s okay!” Sonja was quick to catch herself before falling back into depression. 

“The raccoon didn’t take. You know you’re not sterile!”

A quick check of the lady calendar showed that she was about halfway between her heats, one of the few dry spells bunnies had, according to her mother. 

Sonja sighed, released the frog out the window and pulled on her skirt to begin her shift. The Lucky Foot was pretty slow again, as per the season. Her new male admirers were steady but the novelty was beginning to wear off and they needed to get back to their lives. 

Not to mention their wives. 

Still, the ones enjoying their breakfast greeted her warmly and she coyly returned them all. Inwardly, she frowned as she tried to find another candidate for Stud-hood. 

“Too-old, too young, married to wives that would kill her if she tried, and that one Sonja knew for a fact had warts. 

She kept up the flirting. Still had those tips to rake in. Stud-hood would have to wait. 

She was setting down a shepard’s pie when the doors to her establishment burst open.

“What a dump!” 

The rest of the rabbits and goats shrank away but Sonja just stared. The fat cat standing in the doorway was loudly and simultaneously demanding the whereabouts of a certain missing panther and the uncleanliness of the Lucky Foot.  

Sonja’s stomach growled…