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The haziness slowly lifted from Yuki's head, and she drowsily opened her eyes.
What happened? she thought to herself, trying to recall how she ended up in this situation while a murky cloud still covered her vision.
She was walking home through the path in the woods, then... something grabbed her? The taste of something unpleasant was stuck to her tongue.
Yuki sat up in a panicked jolt, her eyes opened wide now, her lapine nose twitched, smelling the room and her long ears perked in alert. She had been kidnapped! Someone grabbed her from behind and drugged her and then...
Then she was here.
She hurriedly looked at her surroundings, trying to figure out what was going on.
Her body had been laid down on some kind of silken mattress... a futon, perhaps? It was comfortable, but this was the least of her worries right now.
She was in a cave of some sort. Not a cave, a house, a house built *inside* a cave.
Its walls had been smoothed, and its floor covered in practical tatamis, but it was otherwise a very spartan space, with a small table the only visible furniture here.
Two lamps lazily hung from the rock ceiling and illuminated the whole room without much trouble.
The only visible exit was a sliding paper door in front of her, only a few meters away.
She tried to get up, but quickly lost her balance and fell on the soft futon again. Her feet and hands were bound, she must have been really groggy from whatever knocked her out, as she only just noticed.
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it wanted to burst out of her chest.
She had to get out of here.
Yuki tried to stand again, now taking into account the rope around her ankles. She clumsily stood on her soft and long feet, trying to make as little noise as possible.
It only just came to her now, looking at the exposed white fur on her legs, she was naked, the kimono she was wearing was gone and her body completely exposed.
This only made her panic further, and in between troubled and anxious breaths, she tried to silently do little hops towards the door in front of her.
Her heart stopped and sank to the depths of her stomach as a shadow appeared behind the paper door.
She tried to back down, but she tripped, falling bottom first on the futon she was laying on before.
As the door slid open, she saw who she thought must be her captor.
The creature must be some kind of wolf spirit, and the first thing that caught her eye was his striking black fur, utterly dark as coal. His head was, unsurprisingly, like that of a wolf, with furry triangular ears, a long muzzle and a very fluffy neck, almost as he was wearing a thick scarf.
He, and Yuki was pretty sure it was a he, was built like a brick house, with a wide barrel-chest, square shoulders, thick arms and legs. Heck, tiny Yuki was barely the size of his torso.
His deep golden eyes stared at her with an odd expression. Concern? Anger?
Yuki didn't care much about it though, as she was more focused on his dangerous looking claws, which probably could tear her to pieces in seconds.
He slowly approached her, and she backed herself against the wall, shivering in fear.
"Who are you?! Why did you kidnap me?!" she said, almost crying.
He, surprisingly, bowed to her and then kneeled close, his inquisitive golden eyes utterly focused on Yuki.
"My apologies, my beautiful future wife, but this was the best way to sort things out quickly," he said with a deep and mellow voice. "Your name is Yuki, right?"
Yuki did a double take, her long ears perking up. Wife?! was he insane?!
"You don't just kidnap a wife, you psycho!" she said, still on the verge of tears. "How do you know my name? What's going on?!"
He shook his head and brought into the room a tray he had left by the other side of the door. It had some food and some bottles that Yuki didn't recognize.
"My poor beautiful wife, I was told this would happen," he knelt again close to her, his expression one of concern and sadness. "My name is Kuro, and I hope you remember me soon."
"I'm not your wife! Let me go, I have no idea who you are!" she said with a mixture of fear and anger, thrashing against the ropes that bound her.
Kuro shook his head and moved the tray aside. He then reached out with his big hands and grabbed Yuki by her thigh.
The white bunny gal yelped in terror, his hand was big enough to wrap around her thigh and was holding her with an iron grip.
He pulled her towards him, despite her kicking him as hard as she could in the chest and arms, and held her close against his thick fluffy chest.
Yuki was shocked about how soft and warm he was, and he had a delightful musky smell, a mix of mountain herbs, hearth fire and animal.
She shook her head, in any other circumstances she would have loved this, but not from a kidnapper.
He stroked her head and back, making her shiver despite herself.
"It's so cruel that you don't know," he said, moving her around like a weightless doll, so their eyes met again.
"That I don't know what?!" Yuki said, almost sobbing.
"That you were born for me," the wolf said without a hint of irony.
She shook her head and tried kicking him again, to no avail, her soft feet thumping against his tummy, and it felt like kicking against a fleshy brick wall.
"No one is born for that! You are insane!" she started to cry, feeling utterly helpless.
He held her against his chest again, letting his fur soak up her tears.
"There, there, gorgeous," he said with a soft soothing tone, "you will understand soon, it will make sense, I promise you."
Yuki was, by now, resigned to her fate. He was much bigger and stronger than her, there was no way she could tear herself from his grasp unless an opportunity presented itself.
Kuro started to slowly move his hands across her body, making her shiver once again.
He felt around her back and spine, her dainty hips, her legs, and tiny soft belly.
She kept sobbing desperately, until his hands moved to her tiny but firm and juicy bottom.
"Please, stop...," she said almost without a voice.
He moved his fingers slowly along her glutes, close to her thighs, and finally, down her crack and close to her little asshole.
As soon as the tip of his big finger touched it, Yuki let out a loud whorish moan that utterly shocked her.
"Found it," he said, a small happy smile forming in his lips.
Yuki came down from the pleasant haze she had been put into by that dirty touch in confusion. What had just happened? That touch had felt better than anything she had ever experienced.
She frantically looked around and saw Kuro dipping two of his right-hand fingers in a small brown pot, stirring something oily.
"What's going on?" she asked, trying to calm her panicked breathing, "what did you do?!"
Kuro smiled at her and brought his fingers back towards her sensitive ass. Yuki's eyes widened, and she started lashing and kicking in desperation, begging him to stop.
But to no avail, he gently placed his oiled fingers on her little asshole, and once again a filthy lustful moan escaped her. Even her eyes had rolled back.
Yuki tried to mutter words like "stop," "no," "please," but to no avail, they all came out like unintelligible moans from her mouth.
Slowly, without warning, Kuro slid his ring finger into Yuki's tight little ass. His finger was almost as big as an erect penis, but it slid inside her as if it had opened for it, welcoming it inside her.
