You had been hopping down the main path with the rest of your sisters, ears standing at attention from your position at the back of the group.
You should have paid more mind to your surroundings instead of whether you could keep up with the rest of the girls. Maybe then you would have been able to see the small glint of light that bounced off of the weathered and rusty metal hidden in the brush.
This one wrong step would completely change your little life from this one agonizing moment.
Your toes had hit the pressure plate first, causing the tight spring to snap closed, sending its sharp metal teeth together around the tender flesh of your ankle.
Bone cracked under muscle from the force of the metal hitting your foot. You let out a heart stopping-scream in the very second you hit the forest floor. The shrill echo of pain bounced from tree to tree, no doubt alerting any predators of your horrible misfortune. Each of your sisters stopped for only a second before hopping faster to escape the danger that befell their sibling.
Your little lungs never seemed to let up as you watched the forms of your sisters blur out in the distance. You were left behind to die in the dirt, no doubt losing cups upon cups of blood that you had no thought to look at.
The shock was what made the darkness at the edges of your vision grow so quickly. Almost as fast as your blood pressure had fallen. Such is the sad fate of little bunnies like you.
But maybe not. This small shadow of hope moved far outside your field of vision as it moved closer to where you were now hidden. A lone hunter was setting out to catch his evening meal, unaware of the unfortunate bunny girl caught in a bear trap.
With his gun slung over his back and his long, shaggy hair tied behind his head, he had traversed this small path until he spotted your toes peeking out from under the brush.
That's where he found you, curled up and hidden, much like the trap had been when you had stepped into it.
He saw the toes of your free foot peeking out. From the toes, he saw your foot, then your leg, leading all the way to your limp and nude body as he moved the tall grass and bush out of the way.
It's a sight that nearly stops his heart, and he reaches in towards your neck to feel for your shallow pulse. When he hears a small 'bump bump,' it brings color back to his face, but sadly not yours.
"Hey, hey. Can you hear me?" He tried shaking you gently before moving more of the brush and leaves from your body. Your weak eyes only flutter but never open as he cradles your face in his hands.
An awful paler washed over your skin, and your lips almost looked like they had a purple hue.
After moving more of the dead grass away, he could see a set of tall, soft ears resting at the top of your head, a ball of cotton-like fluff resting at the top of your ass, and a semicircle of metal teeth tearing through your skin.
It left your leg torn and gnarled by the rusted metal. He searched his pockets before pulling out a knife and digging the tip of the blade into a nick in the metal. It was near where the teeth came together, giving him a little room to pry it apart.
The metal is pried apart slowly, giving him ample room to wedge his fingers in and push the jagged teeth out of your flesh. Once it was pulled free, he tossed the little beast away to snap back closed around a cluster of branches.
The blood still trickles from the wound, further proof that your heart is still beating. He has to tear off some of his sleeve to wrap your foot and stop the last of the bleeding.
He had to help this little bunny who was caught up in this horrible trap. So, when he feels the blood is clotted enough after applying some pressure, he scoops you up from the shoulder to the crook of your knees and treks home as fast as he can.
Even along the sparse and bumpy path, he keeps himself steady the whole way back to his cottage, hidden in its own little patch of forest.
He spent the night tending to your wounds and waiting for you to come back to the conscious world. He'd sat at the foot of the bed, fighting off sleep, by the time your eyes finally fluttered open. That's where you'll finally see him tending to your foot.
The light poured into the room from his windows to pool around you on the bed. There was an ache in your leg and ankle, as well as a numbing sting around the wound. Bucky was still applying some salve to the area when you woke up, dampening the initial pain.
The shine of the sun got caught in his dark hair and washed over his face, making his bright blue eyes shine like a slow-moving river. His pupils shrank in the wake of the bright light, but yours widened as you tried to drink in every drop of his image.
Smitten immediately, you looked at him like an angel illuminated by the morning light as he finished applying the numbing agent. He leaned down to grab the gauze wrap he had and covered your foot before he looked back up at your wide-set eyes.
He gave a weak smile and said, "Good morning..uh..how are you feeling?"
'Probably awful,' he thought to himself. Yet, you seemed to be taking it very well. Maybe little bunnies like you were more durable than he thought.
As lively as you are now, you weren't very talkative. You even didn't answer his initial question. You just continued to stare at him.
He assumed you were just frightened, and he wouldn't have blamed you. So he cleared his throat, shook away the silence, and finished wrapping your foot.
He tries to talk to you the best he can, but without a response, he questions whether or not you can understand him.
"I found you in the woods." a statement that was met with lingering silence.
"I brought you here to help you," he says, gesturing to your covered yet mangled foot and ankle. You just continue to stare at him with that dumb doe-eyed expression as he tries to talk as simply as he can. "Can..you understand me?"
Your pointed bunny ears wiggle a little as you nod vigorously. It's adorable, and he can't help but let out a little laugh.
"Well, aren't you a sweet ball of fuzz?" he whispered, more so under his breath. Yet, you could still hear it as it escaped his lips. A sweet smile curls along your little lips, and a flush of pink dusts over your cheeks.
He gets this odd feeling in his chest when he looks back at your big eyes. You make him feel a way he hasn't in a long time, flustered.
"So, if there's anything you need while you're getting better, you can just shout for me." He looks up to find that wide stare again. "My name's Bucky."
He reaches towards you from the bottom of the bed as if to grasp your hand. You reach out to him in response, and you let him hold it in a small act of reassurance.
This moment would be read much differently in your head. To you, he was a strong protector who swept you away. The horrible state of your ankle was a thousand miles from your current state of mind, and you pictured all of your babies having his beautiful blue eyes.
He let your little hand go as he tried to explain how he'd taken care of your leg and what you should expect as you heal, but most of it went in one long ear and out the other.
It had been a miracle that he was able to set your bone. When he first looked at the damage, he was afraid he'd have to amputate it, but after taking you home and cleaning the wound with the few supplies he had, it looked much better.
For a few days, you'd have to stay in his home and lay in his bed to recover. You didn't seem to mind, and the few words you did say were often nice. In passing, he'll hear you say a soft thank you and turn to see your soft smile. It brought an oddly comforting sense of warmth to the cottage.
He makes your meals, redresses your wound, and on a few occasions has helped you bathe. He'd taken you up in his arms, much like he had when he first found you, and set you in a large wooden basin. He had to keep the wrapped food out of the water as he helped clean you up.
He tried to keep his eyes away from the pinker parts of your body as he helped you undress and wash up. However, it did give him a little joy to be able to scrub and scratch behind your little bunny ears as he watched your healthy foot shake and your cheeks turn rosy.
Yet, each night you looked at him as he slept on the bedding he'd laid out on the floor. You'd rather have him in his bed beside you so you could cuddle up and keep him warm.
The past few days were very cozy in his cottage, and he was impressed with how well you had taken the pain. It wasn't hard to notice your bright eyes watching him move around the room. He found it cute; in fact, everything about you was so damn adorable.
He knew when you were well enough to hop off on your own, he'd have to let you go. Yet, as these last few days went by, he felt sad to see you disappear into the woods.
It would become apparent that you felt more than the same about him, and this would greatly affect you come morning.
A fever had washed over you in the earlier hours, and initially he was worried an infection was brewing under the fine threading that held your badly torn foot together.
He'd found you shivering in bed with a sheen of sweat glossing over your entire body, making his old shirt stick to your skin.
It had come as a shock to see you in this state, as it had seemed your wound was healing very nicely beforehand.
How could you have gone septic all of a sudden? He'd done everything he could with what little he had to try to make you stable. But, nothing worked, and you seemed to just keep deteriorating.
It wasn't until you started digging your nails into his clothes, as if to burrow into his pants, that he realized you were sick in a way only little bunnies could get sick.
He'd heard the stories about soft little creatures like you imprinting on their mates and going into a heat when their bodies were fertile. He'd only wanted to help you, and he'd be lying if he didn't also enjoy your company, but he never intended to make you feel like this.
He should have been more careful, but for now, he needed to help you shake off this new fever.
You were crying and nearly panting as you deepened the knots in the balled-up sheets. In order to keep you well enough to continue to heal, he had to do something drastic.
He sat on the right side of the bed and turned to place his right hand on the soft skin of your belly, making your already hot body melt from his touch. He twisted his body as he tried to whisper to you to help quell any confusion you could still feel in your muddied mind.
"I'll be gentle, but I have to do this for you." It pained him to have to defile such a delicate creature. But he had to move slowly as he watched our eyes glaze over, and your heart began to beat harder at the promise of relief.
He lets his other hand rest in your hair behind one of your now limp ears to hopefully pet some of your discomfort away as well. You stalled for a moment, only to paw and grapple at him again as he slid his hand further down your belly.
His fingers pressed towards your bundle of curls before his pointer finger pushed into your folds to find your sensitive little bud.
Your whole body jolts at the sensation, and a small sign of satisfaction curls up on your blushing face. You were already wet below his fingers when he slipped them towards your core, and his thumb continued to play with you.
You sounded so slick as he twisted your cunt on just two of his fingers. He felt a small pang of guilt as the sounds of your body made heat rise up the skin of his neck.
It didn't take long for him to have you mewling into the nearby pillows. You flutter and gush around as little bolts shake your core and take your breath from your lungs. But, you don't let him pull away. You grind forward, nearly sitting on his hand to push its digits further in. Your little fluffy tail wiggling behind you.
The bed shakes a little with your labored movements. He had to keep you from getting carried away before you caused more damage to your leg.
He pulled his left hand from your hair to push you back onto the bed. He dug his fingers into your slick pussy much harder than he had before. He didn't want to be rough with you like this; he just wanted to make you better.
He felt you convulse around his fingers as he tried to quell your cries. He's harshly drawing your next climax out. It's almost painful the way he twists himself in and out of your sore core.
You gush in his hand as the second wave washes over harder than the last, hitting your limbs and fingers like little bolts of static, and the air you breathe feels cold. You're audibly panting, but it's slow and steady.
A calm reprieve that would only last a few minutes. What he's given you is more than you've ever felt before, but it wouldn't be enough to dampen the heat boiling under your skin.
It's like your body knew it wasn't given what it wanted, and your hands were propelled towards Bucky yet again. Nimble little fingers trying to find their way into his clothes. A desperate "P-please.." wobbled off your pouting lips.
It was the most you'd spoken to him in the past week you'd been with him, and the pain in your voice was too much to bear.
He pulls his hands from your body, leaving you cold from the loss of his touch, but it gives you room to sit up and follow after him.
He had to bat your hands away as he rounded behind you to sit at the head of the bed. He didn't even have to pull you up onto his lap, as you'd already started crawling onto him. You cried out a few little 'pleases' against his chest, but when your bottom lip shook and another tear dripped down your cheek as you said, "It has to be you," his stony heart fully melted.
He felt what he had to do next was very drastic, but it had to be done. He pressed his hands to your hips as he coaxed you to sit with your back to him as he cradled you in his lap.
"It's gonna be ok, Bunny. I'll make it better, I promise." He slips one hand up to your hair to calm you enough to keep still as his other hand slid away to undo the ties on his trousers before he pulled them off over his waists to sit at his thighs.
He'd be lying if he said your sweet, salty scent wasn't mouth-watering to some degree. The sweat built up on your skin had acted like a cloud of pheromones trying to lure him into you. It would be potent for another bunny but only mildly tantalizing for a human man.
You've had quite an effect on him these past few hours. It was very evident when he pulled himself free from his clothing, and his cock bobbed free at an almost painfully hard curve.
You look down at his member as it prods at your delicate folds. You take a sharp but deep inhale as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. It's everything your dumb little bunny brain could have ever needed. Just the sight of his thick member pressing into you as it breaks your thin barrier, much like his fingers had.
He backs you up over top of it, minding your foot so as not to put too much weight on it. He lifts your thigh up so as not to jostle the injured appendage as he quickly aligns himself with your aching core. From his previous handy work, you were slick enough that he was able to slide in very well. Much to your delight.
But, his fingers only loosened you by so much, so the stretch was immense as you took shape around his cock.
The sting of having your flower torn open is greatly overshadowed by the delicious knock of his tip hitting the back of your sweet pussy. It's enough to make your dumb little brain go blank.
He bottomed out with a heavy sign, trying to pay little mind to a thin trickle of blood that escaped your broken flower.
You thank him over and over again until the words barely form on your tongue and a big dumb smile melts over your face. You're so lost in the feeling of being filled by your 'mate' that he had to cradle your foot for you as you tried to wiggle and bounce in his lap.
You don't pay any mind to the pain of your ankle vibrating into your shin. No, you just want to be pumped full of his sticky seed and give him lots of bunny babies. It's all you can think of as you happily spear yourself on his cock.
He tried to coax you into slowing down or letting him take the lead, but any conscious thoughts you'd had were long gone. His body pumping into yours was all that consumed your mind as you milked his member until you could feel it flex within your core.
He can't keep you contained in his lap, nor could he hold himself back any longer. You begin to unravel with a sharp whine, spasming around him as your body drowned in a rush of hot numbing sparks. Like fire in your veins, just making your body melt into his.
Your bawling out his name in sweet little whimpers of "b-Bucky..Bucky…Buck.."
He came just as quickly, but not as loudly. He'd been gritting his teeth as his balls seized for the first time since god knows how long. It's like your devious little cunt was sucking him so dry that it almost hurt.
Afterward, he'll feel terribly guilty about cumming inside you the way he did, but you didn't care. In fact, you were more than glad to be accepted by your new mate, as that's what he was from now on in your eyes.
You tried to push yourself back up for more, but you nearly lost your balance on only one foot. His big arms encircle your waist to keep you steady, and it causes at least half of his cock to pull out of your slippery channel.
He feels a small amount of warmth fill his cheeks and ears as he watches a little of his white nectar dribble down his shaft as it was still partially buried inside you.
After a few minutes, your fever was finally gone, and you were exhausted. With you softly dozing, he was able to clean you up as well as himself. But, after that short nap, you were crawling after him once again.
You just wanted more and more all throughout the night until he was fully spent.
It went on from day to day; he'd catch you out of bed and hobbling along the floor to where he sat in his chair, just to seat yourself in his lap and hug him tightly. Feeling his warmth and spreading your scent on his skin. It gave him a new sense of happiness and over time he was glad he got to keep you.
Years later, he would watch you twirl on your long since healed leg, with a happy hoppy little girl locked into your arms.
Her dark brunette hair hung at her shoulders, along with her floppy bunny ears. Bucky sat back and enjoyed the view of the dimming sun glowing orange over the both of you as he sat back and enjoyed this strange sense of happiness warming up in his chest.
It was something he never expected, but he is more than grateful to have this life with his sweet bunny wife.