Bad Moon Rising

So I started sketching Sunday for Werejudy only to discover Monday that Succubus had tied it up.  So I figured a little surprise Juggy Topps was in order.

"Werewolf vs Succubus" by Kulkum

“Oh look, a were-bunny!” came the voice that was delighted and sultry at the same time, rich with lust as it carried through the darkness of the abandoned street. “You are just the cutest thing!”

Ears wrapped into a pointed parody of a canine’s flicked slightly, purple eyes narrowing as she tried to see the figure coming towards her down the dimly lit street. It was hard to make out the details, except for the obvious feminine shape of the body. That and the fact that whoever it was stood almost exactly as tall as the bunny herself.

“I can’t decide if I should run screaming, or let you find other ways to make me scream,” said the now clearer voice, which Judy recognized just a second before the figure and face became clear.

How much that face looked like hers was a little freaky. If not for the extra plumpness in the cheeks, she would have been a perfect copy. A copy with huge breasts and an attitude that almost always seemed to be taken from a teenage male's wet dream.

“Uh,” was all the ‘were bunny’ could manage to come up with before she found herself face to face and breast to massive breast with the costumed Juggy Topps.

“Don’t worry,” the obvious horned (and horny) succubus purred, wrapping her arms around the squirming doe until Judy could smell the faintly sweet perfume she wore clearly. “I won’t completely drain you.”

Judy released a little “Yeep!” and jumped when the busty vixen, dressed from head to toe in a sheer fabric that was damn near illegal in how little it actually hid, swept her paws down and gripped her own costumed butt in a firm grip. Small fingers molded to the full, firm flesh of her rump, sliding lower until those fingers almost quested a little too far towards the silk covered sex between her thighs. They stopped, though, when the masculine sound of a throat being cleared reached both sets of high ears.

“Excuse me, oh demonic one,” Nick said as he stepped towards them. The fox was dressed from head to toe in a gothic set of mock brown leather, an outfit covered in pockets and potions with a plastic crossbow strapped across his back. “You seem to have your paws on my were-bunny.”

The fact that he sounded annoyed wasn’t enough to hide the fact that seeing two bunnies – one that looked like Judy and one that was Judy – in skimpy outfits, pressed together, one being openly fondled, had caused the front of his pants to thicken considerably. A fact that neither bunny could have missed even if they’d been blind.

“Hard to resist an ass like this one,” the succubunny said with a grin, giving Judy’s butt another firm squeeze before she backed away when the fox growled softly. Arousing? Sure. But clearly not interested in sharing anyway. Still, the busty bunny merely giggled as she stepped away with swaying hips and a twitching tail. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

“She’s all paws,” Judy mumbled, knowing it was harmless enough. She smoothed her own costume, wiggled her rear a bit, and sighed as she turned back to Nick. “Well, shall we… What are you looking at?”

“A were-bunny that’s about to spend her Halloween impaled on a knot,” the fox growled, grabbing her arm and dragging her into the darkness.

“Ohhh,” Judy giggled, gasping breathlessly when larger paws grabbed her butt and lifted her from the ground. “So I get all the treats this year.”