I had… never considered hybrid reader but omggggggggjmhh…. esp bunny reader, god, I love that for them. cute prey animal constantly in heat???? asfgddfh bg ggggg. all I can think about now is miss yae miko and her little rabbit hybrid shrine maiden. oh to be (depending of the occasion) a beloved pet or designated prey. or both. sometimes a fox just needs to chase her pet a little. never with the intent to harm, truly! This chase ends a bit differently from a wild encounter. but instincts are instincts…

cw: hybrid reader, fem reader (no pronouns, although 'fellow shrine maidens' are referred to), not sfw. pred/prey dynamics, biting, mentions of breeding and fertility. hrnrnrr miss miko.

"Don't squirm so, little one." The voice is right by your ear; a low, musical purr that sets all of your instincts aflame. Even though the part of you that is a nervous little prey animal wants to continue to squirm against her grip, the part of you that is in desperate need relaxes as you feel hands slide up the curve of your body, brushing your hips and the indent of your waist and your chest. "You have absolutely no idea what it does to me."

You're pinned under her; she's straddling one of your legs, high on your thigh, with the weight of her breasts pressing against your back as she leans over you and keeps you pinioned beneath her. You can feel her breath, hot, fanning over the nape of your neck. She leans in and sinks her fangs down into the part where your neck and shoulder meet, and all at once you go meek and limp in her grasp as she grinds herself against your thigh.

"Good little rabbit," Miko says, her voice breathy. You can feel the hint of dampness against your bare skin, where your own clothes have been displaced in the fight - Miko incredibly turned on by her own prey drive and having so successfully won against you. Her tongue lathes and soothes the bite mark; the mark that says 'I have won, and you are mine'. You can hear the rhythmic thump of her tails against the grassy floor.

(You are lucky. Few people get to see even one of Miko's tails, let alone feel their soft, silky fur brushing against them).

"L-Lady Yae," you whimper, as one of her hands curls over your hair to tug teasingly at your ear. "I-- mmff--"

"You're so cute," Miko says, a soft laugh in the back of her throat. "My cute little pet bunny, yes?" The puffball of your tail flickers against her, and she laughs again. The sound goes straight to the place between your legs - and so does the brush of her lips, the grind of her sex against your bare leg as she uses you more like a tool for making friction to get off on than anything else. You're warm all over, your body prickling with need as it reminds you thus; you are in heat, you are fertile, you are breedable, and the fox that currently has you in her elegant claws has claimed you before and will do it again. "Mmm, you really want me, don't you?"

"Please," you breathe out, your voice soft and ragged. You squirm again, trying to get some measure of friction between your thighs for yourself - but Miko's knee is in the way. A soft whine escapes through your nose. "Need-- need you, Lady Yae--"

Another nip to your skin. A soft growl - you imagine her lip curled, the flash of fang, and you feel light-headed all over again. You're grateful that Miko chased you so far away from the shrine this time - last time, one of the other shrine maidens had found you both locked in congress (you whining and whimpering, fingers curling over Miko's soft, silky ears, as she lapped at you like she wanted to devour you whole) under a cherry blossom tree that even the public could have discovered you underneath. And though nobody would say anything to Guuji Yae, who is a force unto herself . . . it hadn't stopped you from being embarrassed and flustered and even shyer when any of the other workers had come across you with a sly smirk on their faces.

"The favourite," they say, with their polite smiles. "They and Guuji Yae have a special relationship."

"Oh, I know, little bunny rabbit," Miko says - and she moves her knee higher, presses it firmly against the space between your legs. "Have a little patience for me." A roll of her hips - a low, pleased groan emanating from her lovely mouth, her slick soaking through to your bare skin. "It's your turn next."

CONSIDER: a giant pred that’s a country boi and hides in mucky rivers like a gator to eat & catch animals and generally teases a lot with southern charm

OH SOUTHERN CHARM COUNTRY BOIS MY BELOVED

Just him drawling out pet names and old weird sayings just to confuse/fluster tinies because it's so cute watching them stutter about...v good