My Goldie Bunny 🔞(ONE SHOT)
REQUESTED
Top sugar daddy reader, cuntboy sugar baby character, hybrid bunny character, SMUT, nsfw, age difference?
You stepped out into the chill of the snowy night, your large house loomed behind you, its windows glowing warmly against the dark, but inside, it felt as empty as always. Lighting a cigarette, you inhaled deeply, the smoke curling up to mix with the falling snow. Your life was a monotonous blur of wealth and isolation—money that could buy empires, yet it couldn't spark even a flicker of desire in you. Admirers came and went, men and women alike, drawn to your youthful face and sharp features, but you dismissed them all. Asexual, you figured, since your body rarely stirred, no matter the temptation.
That's when you spotted the huddled figure in the snowdrift near your driveway. At first, it looked human, curled tight against the wind, but as you approached, ears twitched atop a mop of disheveled white hair—rabbit ears, frost-kissed and trembling. A hybrid bunny boy, young and fragile, his small body shivering uncontrollably under threadbare clothes. His furred tail peeked out, matted with ice. You felt sympathy; you couldn't leave him there. Scooping him up gently, his slight weight barely a burden, you carried him inside and laid him on your king-sized bed and wrap him in blankets.
After a while, His ears twitched faintly as consciousness returned. He blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling, until his gaze shifted to the certain figure. Those wide, amber eyes locked onto you first—fear flickering there as he took in you, still the stranger for him, reading quietly in the armchair nearby. You looked up from your book and adjusted your glasses, book in hand as if this were just another quiet evening.
He bolted upright, ears flattening against his head, but you didn't move, just glanced up with a soft smile. "Easy," you said, voice low and steady. "You're safe here." His gaze darted over you—your strong jaw, the way your shirt hugged your broad shoulders, and the thing he very aware of? The gentleness in your eyes, something in him lingered, curiosity mixing with caution.
Words tumbled out of him in stammers, his voice soft and hesitant. 'W-where... I mean, th-thank you? I... I don't..." You set the book aside, leaning forward slightly but keeping your distance. "It's okay. And I'm just someone who saw you freezing out there. Brought you in to warm up. No strings," answering his fragmented questions without prying. Then you introduced yourself, and as you asked what his name was, "I... I d-don't have one, really. J-just... surviving." His ears flattened against his head, cheeks flushing under the fur as he avoided your eyes. You just nodded as you skipped too personal questions and had some small talks instead since you wanted him to feel comfortable although you didn't know why..
As minutes turned to an hour, his shoulders relaxed, the tension easing from his frame. He sat cross-legged on the bed now, blankets draped around him like a cape, his long ears perking up occasionally as he listened to your easy chatter about the house, the snow, anything neutral. "...yeah, that's how things are. Anyway, where's your place? I could give you a lift." Then, with a sad droop of his ears, he admitted, "I… I don't have anywhere to go. No home."
Your heart twisted, well... not with lust, but a genuine ache for company in this vast, echoing space. "Stay here, then," you offered. "As long as you need. Whatever you want—food, clothes, anything. It's just me rattling around in this big place. Wouldn't mind the company." He blinked, mouth opening to protest, but you smiled—that charming, insistent curve of your lips that made your eyes crinkle. "Really. I'd like it." So... what if he stole? You wouldn't mind it since money was like water to spend for you.
He nodded slowly, almost against his will, a shy flush creeping under his fur. From that night on, you took care of him. Bathed him gently in the oversized tub, the warm water soothing his chilled skin as you washed away the grime without a hint of expectation. Dried his soft fur with plush towels, his body lean and unmarked, ears twitching at your careful touches. You cooked simple meals—steaming soups and fresh veggies that made his eyes light up, "Eat up. No rush." and watched him eat with quiet satisfaction.
Naming him came naturally one evening, as he lounged on the couch in new clothes you'd bought: soft sweaters that hugged his slim form, pants that fit just right over his tail. "How about we call you Theo? Short for Theodore—means 'gift from God.' Fits, doesn't it? You showing up here like that." you suggested, testing it out. He tilted his head, ears flopping cutely, then smiled—a real one, timid but genuine. "Theo… Yeah, I like it. Thank you very much!"
Days blurred into a routine of nurturing. You'd find him curled up in sunbeams filtering through the windows, and you'd bring him hot cocoa, sitting nearby to read while he sipped. Gentle interactions built the trust: a hand on his shoulder when he startled at a noise, your fingers lingering just enough to reassure. He warmed to you, leaning into your side during movie nights, his head resting against your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat. You felt a shift in yourself too—that low spark of interest flickering to life, in the way his presence filled the house with soft sounds and shy laughs.
Nights? As the wind howled outside, Theo ventured into the living room where you sat by the fire, remote in your hand as you were watching TV.
"C-can't sleep," Theo admitted, hovering in the doorway, his bare feet shifting on the rug. He wore one of your old shirts now, too big for his slender frame, hanging off his shoulders and brushing his thighs. The fabric smelled like you—clean, with a hint of cologne that made Theo's nose twitch.
You looked up, patting the couch beside you. "C'mere. Let's get you nice and warm." Theo hesitated, then padded over, sinking into the cushions. You didn't press, just handed him the remote so he could change through channel, fingers brushing lightly in the exchange. The touch was electric, innocent yet stirring something deep in Theo's core—a warmth that spread from his chest downward, unfamiliar and insistent. Then you guys talked in fits and starts. Theo shared bits of his life on the streets, the cold nights, the hunger, his words tumbling out less stuttered as you listened without interruption. In return, you spoke of your own quiet existence—the wealth that bought solitude rather than joy, the admirers who never quite reached you. "Thought life was so boring, you know? Like the world’s stuck on repeat. Until... well, having you here changes things. Makes the house feel alive."
Theo's ears lifted slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "R-really? I don't w-want to be a burden."
"Never," you murmured. You shifted closer, not touching, but near enough that Theo could feel the heat radiating from your body. The firelight danced over your face, the way your glasses caught the glow from the television.
As weeks continued, the care deepened. You would draw a bath for Theo after a day of exploring the house, the steam rising in the marble bathroom as you lingered just outside the door. "Need anything? Towels are fresh." Theo would sink into the water, ears floating slightly, his body relaxing under the suds. But thoughts of you—those steady hands, that charming smile—would make his skin tingle, a subtle ache building between his legs, his most sensitive area twitching faintly for the first time in memory.
One afternoon, as snow tapped against the panes, Theo approached you in the study, ears perked nervously. "Thank you… for everything," he whispered, standing close enough that you could smell the faint, clean scent of him. You looked up from your desk and smile. "Anytime, Theo. You're home now." And in that moment, with his hand brushing yours, the big house felt a little less empty.
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Years slipped by in your sprawling home, the snows of that first night long melted into memory. Theo had blossomed under your care, his once-timid frame filling out into the lithe, adult form of a young man—spoiled, yes, but in the best way. You didn't mind the way he'd pout for new clothes or demand your attention during lazy afternoons; seeing him smile, his rabbit ears perking with joy, lit a warmth in your chest you'd never known before. He was like your son, this hybrid bunny you'd rescued, and that bond kept any deeper urges buried deep. Yap, That's what you insisted :)
Yet, doubts nagged at you over time. His chest had rounded out, soft swells pressing against his shirts. Probably just thicker fur, you told yourself, hybrids varied like that. Not that you wanted to see it but you'd never glimpsed his cock, not in all the years of shared baths or casual lounging! As a kit, you just assumed it was hidden in his soft underfur, maybe um... too small to notice, yeah... But as he grew, the way he yanked up those tight pants without a wince, or crossed his legs hard during movie nights without complaint, puzzled you. It almost hurt to watch, a phantom ache you swallowed down, Ouch... that must be hurt, but never voicing your questions. He was your boy; prying felt wrong. You always pushed the impossible thoughts aside as his voice and strength were clearly a male's.
"Daddy." He winced one afternoon while shopping together with you. As you looked at him, he grinned and looped his arm around yours, "Can I buy that?" He pointed eagerly toward the toy shop. You glanced over, then shrugged casually as you pulled some money from your wallet. "Here you go. Buy whatever you want." He clapped his hands as he took the money and leaned up and gave you a peck on your cheek. "Thank you, Daddy!" Then he went into the shop. Of course, you waited nearby, hands tucked into your pockets as you watched people pass by—couples walking side by side, families with kids tugging excitedly at their parents’ sleeves, laughter drifting through the busy hallway. If I could love someone with all of my heart... You sighed.
After a while, a very soft texture touched your cheek. You blinked in confused and looked. Only to see Theo holding two plushie: a bunny one and another similar to you. "Look what I've got! Us!!" He smiled widely as he held up the plushies front of your face, "That's amazing, you have such a good sight, Theo." You smiled as you pat his head. "I love it when you praise me, Daddy..." He glanced up at you through his eyelashes and he was... flushing? Nah... must be cuz of the weather. You chuckled as you pinched his cheek, "Don't be this spoiled, boy. And stop being all cute to make me want to spoil you more." He whined as soon as you pulled back your hand, "Ouch! It's not my fault that I'm naturally adorable... Hmph!" He pouted and crossed his arms, which caused him to be even like a kiddo in your eyes, "Hahah, yeah yeah. It's just my fault that I find you cute. Well... let's go home before dinner." You gently grabbed his wrist and walked towards the exit, not noticing him smiling cuz of your every words that described him. How he love being spoiled to make you see him cute... maybe someone more than just someone you helped, he thought.
One crisp evening, you returned home earlier than usual, the weight of a long workday lifting as you shrugged off your coat. The house felt too quiet—no patter of feet or eager greeting at the door. "Theo?" you called, voice echoing off the high ceilings. No answer. You moved through the rooms, "I'm back!" checking the kitchen, "Where are you, Theo!" and the living area, until a faint, musky scent drifted from upstairs—sweet and urgent, like wildflowers crushed underfoot. It pulled you to his bedroom door, slightly ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling out.
You knocked softly, respecting his space as always. "Theo? Everything okay?" Only a low whine answered, needy and strained, twisting your gut with worry. "I'm coming in," you announced, pushing the door open. The sight hit you like a punch: Theo sprawled naked on his bed, sheets tangled around his ankles, his pale skin slick with sweat. His white furred ears twitched erratically, tail thumping against the mattress. Flushed from ears to tail, he writhed, thighs parted, one hand buried between his legs. But it wasn't a cock he touched—it was a glistening cunt, pink and swollen, folds dripping with arousal as his fingers circled his clit desperately.
Shock froze you. Don't tell me that he is in heat... You'd read about female bunny hybrids entering heat, cycles of insatiable need, but males? Impossible! Yet here he was, panting and moaning, hips bucking into his own touch. And that explained everything—the hidden anatomy, the lack of bulge, the ease in his movements. Your mind reeled, but concern overrode it all. You rushed to his side, dropping to your knees beside the bed. "Theo! What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
His amber eyes snapped to yours, glazed with lust, pupils blown wide. He yanked his hand free, slick fingers glistening, and reached for you instead. "D-Daddy… Ngh, please," he whimpered, voice breaking on a moan. 'It hurts… so hot inside. Need something inside... need you… Hngh!' The words slammed into you, raw and begging. Is he literally begging you to breed him!? Your cock twitched in your pants as memories flooded back—late nights alone, hand wrapped around your shaft, stroking to thoughts of his soft body pressed to yours. But fucking him? You'd fantasized about it in the darkest corners of your mind, imagining sinking into him, claiming what no one else had.
"No, Theo," you rasped, even as your gaze dipped to his exposed pussy, lips parted and weeping. "You... you're like my son… I can't. We need to um... get you help, a doctor or—" But he arched off the bed, ears flopping back, and crawled toward you on all fours, tail wiggling. His nipples hard peaks, and he rubbed against your thigh like a cat in heat, grinding his wet slit along your slacks. "Please, Daddy... I-I've wanted this forever. Touch me… fuck me. I'm yours." His hands fumbled at your belt, desperation in every tug, and when his lips brushed your crotch, inhaling your scent, your resolve cracked. And with a groan, you gave in, what would be wrong with this when it was mutual :)
You lift up by his chin and crushed your mouth to his. He tasted sweet, like honeyed desperation, tongue tangling with yours as you stripped off your shirt. Your hands roamed his body—finally, freely—cupping those soft tits you'd dismissed as fur, thumbs rolling his nipples until he keened. "You seem very sensitive... Virgin perhaps?" you murmured against his neck, nipping the furred skin. He smelled like vanilla and fresh strawberries, a scent that always made your cock twitch. He nodded frantically, grinding his cunt against your thigh. "Only for you." That did it. You shoved him back onto the pillows, shedding your pants, your cock springing free—thick and hard for the first time in years, pre-cum beading at the tip.
You spread his legs wide, kneeling between them, and dragged your tongue along his slit in one long lick. He bucked, crying out as you lapped at his folds, sucking his clit into your mouth. "A-AH! Daddy! T-Too much but... Hngh! Yes!" His juices coated your chin, tangy and addictive, as you plunged two fingers inside—tight, so fucking tight, walls clenching like a vice. He came fast, the first orgasm ripping through him, pussy spasming as he squirted onto your hand, ears trembling.
Not enough. You flipped him onto his stomach, ass up, tail quivering. "Gonna breed this little cunt," you growled, aligning your cock and thrusting in deep. "AhH! too big... Mmh! too good!" He screamed in pleasure, virgin barrier giving way as you bottomed out, balls slapping his furred thighs. You fucked him rough, hips snapping, one hand fisting his ears while the other pinched his clit. He came again, harder, milking your shaft until you couldn't hold back—pulling out to flip him over, shoving back in missionary to watch his face as you pumped rope after rope of cum into his womb. "Take it, boy. All of it."
The night blurred into rounds. You took him against the headboard, his legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded in deep, his tits bouncing with each thrust. He rode you next, sinking onto your cock reverse cowgirl, grinding his ass back while you slapped it red. Orgasms tore through him—three, four, more—his pussy gushing each time, soaking the sheets. You bent him over the dresser, fucking him from behind while he watched in the mirror, tears of ecstasy streaming down his face. By dawn, you'd filled him thrice, cum leaking from his stretched hole, and he collapsed against you, spent and sated, heat finally easing.
Morning light filtered in, and Theo stirred shyly in your arms, cheeks pink as he nuzzled your chest. "I… I've fantasized about you for years," he admitted softly, fingers tracing your jaw. "Being yours like this. Spoiled and fucked." You smiled, pulling him closer, your cock already stirring at the thought. "Then that's what you'll get. My goldie bunny." From then on, it was official: days of pampering, feeding him treats and cuddling on the couch, his head in your lap as you stroked his ears. Nights? You wrecked him—tying his wrists to breed him slow and deep, or pinning him down to rut like animals, his begs echoing through the house. He clung openly now, spoiled rotten, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Bonus (cuz I can't stop my dirty mind anymore!!)
You pull up to the luxurious penthouse in your sleek black car, the city lights twinkling below like stars. It's been a long day at the office, but the thought of your Theo waiting for you melts away the stress. He's been your sugar baby for months now. You've got to notice more about him, the way his long floppy ears twitch at every sound and the way his fluffy white tail wags when he's excited. He's all yours, utterly devoted.
As the elevator dings open to your floor, you step inside and spot him immediately. Theo bounces over from the couch, he is wrapped in a skimpy pink lingerie set you bought him last week. The lace barely covers his perky chest, and the thong rides high on his hips, accentuating the curve of his ass. His bunny ears perk up straight, and he lets out a delighted squeak, launching himself into your arms.
"Daddy! You're home!" he chirps, nuzzling his face into your neck. You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him close. "Missed you, bunny," you murmur, your hands sliding down to squeeze his plush cheeks. He giggles, grinding his hips against your growing bulge. "I made dinner, but… I think I want dessert first."
You chuckle, carrying him effortlessly to the bedroom. The king-sized bed is piled high with pillows and blankets, just how he likes it—cozy and nest-like. You lay him down gently, but he tugs at your shirt, his big doe eyes sparkling with mischief. "Take it off, Daddy. I want to feel you."
You oblige, stripping off your clothes while he watches, biting his lip. Your cock springs free, hard and throbbing, already leaking pre-cum at the sight of him. Theo crawls forward on all fours, his tail wiggling, and kneels before you. He wraps his small hands around your shaft, stroking slowly, his tongue darting out to lick the tip.
"Mmm, you taste so good," he whispers, before taking you into his mouth. His lips stretch around your girth as he bobs his head, sucking eagerly. You groan, threading your fingers through his soft hair, careful not to tug his ears too hard as he's sensitive there. He hums around you, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. Saliva drips down his chin as he takes you deeper, gagging slightly but pushing on, his eyes watering with effort.
"That's my good bunny," you praise, and he preens, his tail fluffing up. You can't wait any longer. Pulling him off with a wet pop, you guide him back onto the bed. he spreads his legs wide, revealing his slick pussy, already glistening with arousal. The sight makes your mouth water.
You dive in, lapping at his folds with broad strokes of your tongue. Theo moans, his hips bucking up as you suck on his t-dick, flicking it with the tip of your tongue. "N-Ngh... Daddy! R-right there!" His thighs quiver around your neck, soft fur tickling your cheeks, trapping your head. You slide two fingers inside him, curling them to hit that spot that makes her cry out. He's so wet and tight, clenching around you as you pump them in and out.
He comes undone quickly, his body arching off the bed, a high-pitched whine escaping his lips as his pussy spasms. Juices flood your mouth, and you drink him down, loving every drop. As he trembles through the aftershocks, you climb up his body, positioning your cock at his entrance.
"Mmh... yes, Daddy. F-fuck me," he begs, his ears flopping back while glancing up at you through his eyelashes. Oh, that gaze... You thrust in slowly, savoring the way his walls grip you like a vice. He's perfect—hot, velvety, made for you. Once you're buried to the hilt, you start moving, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm.
Lila wraps his legs around your waist, his nails digging into your back as he meets every thrust. "Ah! Ah! Haa! H-Harder! I need you sooooo... deep!!" You oblige, pounding into him with more force, the bed creaking under you. His breasts bounce with each slap of skin on skin, and you lean down to capture a nipple in your mouth, sucking hard while you fuck him senseless.
The room fills with his moans and your grunts, the wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of his pussy. He clenches around you, chasing another orgasm, and you feel your own building, balls tightening. "Cum with me, bunny. Argh! Show me how much you love my dick. Show Daddy how much you enjoy getting fucked," you growl, reaching between you to rub his t-dick.
He shatters first, screaming your name as his pussy milks you. The sensation pushes you over the edge, and you bury yourself deep, flooding him with hot spurts of cum. You both collapse in a sweaty, satisfied heap, his ears twitching lazily against your chest.
"I love you, Daddy," he murmurs sleepily, cuddling closer. You kiss the top of his head, stroking his tail.
"Love you too, my perfect little bunny." The night is young, and you already know you'll spoil him even more every tomorrow. Before you fall asleep, there's a sight before you that makes you smile: two plushies on the nightstand, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, as if they themselves were radiating calm and contentment.