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Dick presented at sixteen, three years after he’d started as Robin and two years older than Jason is now.
Dick hadn’t known what his designation would be before then. Nearly no pup knows that for sure before the day comes, when presentation hormones have built to a culmination of effects.
It wasn’t until the first signs of canine ears forming themselves out of Dick’s rounded pup ones, fangs springing out of his mouth, and a bushy, long tail rising from his coccyx (one that he couldn’t stop himself from wagging), that he knew for sure he was an alpha. Dick’s ears traveled from the sides of his head to above his temples in under three days. They were gray, still soft with puppy fur before the first shed, the inner ears protected by a thick white pelt. Dick had turned out to be a gray wolf. A carnivore.
When the aggression came, Bruce had to collar him like an untrained puppy until that first bout died down. His scent shifted from the pup’s fresh milkiness into that of a wolfish musk, and he snapped his jaws at anyone who dared come near. Even Alfred, who had only wanted to refill the water and food he’d laid out for Dick, still has teeth marks left from around that time.
Dick can’t remember biting anyone, but he remembers the angry feeling traveling into his crotch, forming an enormous boner that refused to come down for days, hungry to be buried into an omega’s(prey’s) cunt. He snapped around like a rabid dog, even using sweet talk to wheedle his way into getting his collar off so he could go hunt for a mate. It’s an embarrassing memory that luckily neither Bruce nor Alfred likes to bring up. A week of such craziness, it was over, and Dick was a freshly presented alpha wolf. He had to adjust to new changes in his body, and not all went smoothly.
The presentation caused drastic changes in Dick’s behavior. His fights with Bruce started shortly after that and only escalated throughout the years. They became worse and worse until finally, a month after Dick turned nineteen, he left the manor for good. The Batcave wasn’t big enough for two carnivores; there was too much chafing. Luckily, Dick had soon found his own pack, his Titans, in New York.
When Jason would present years later, the experience would not be the same at all.
From the very first cryptic phone call, Dick immediately knows that the boy is an omega.
Jason never calls him. And there’s the whiny sound in his voice, a soft trill that’s touchingly submissive.
But that whimper in his voice, the thought of a young omega, a presenting prey species, asking for Dick’s help, sends Dick’s dumb alpha brain into its primitive state, where the only things that matter are breeding and protecting the pack.
Even as Dick races for the manor, he doesn’t fully understand why Jason called him specifically. The kit had always been more attached to Bruce, and Dick had only seen the kid once or twice in the past two years. Perhaps the kit and Bruce had a fight, Dick reasons. Perhaps Jason just presented at an inconvenient time, and he thought about Dick and the night they spent together, when Dick handed Jason his old Robin uniform.
Jason is hiding in the closet in his room, behind sliding doors and under layers of old laundry. There’s a lovely scent in the air reminiscent of sweet grass, dandelions, and parsley. Without a second thought, Dick slides the closet door open and is instantly stunned by the concentrated sweet fragrance of a new presentation, of omega and prey. The scent hits him long before his mind registers the fluffy tail stemming out from a mound of stolen laundry.
Dick’s little brother has built himself a burrow inside his closet and hidden inside. Good instincts for prey, but not good enough to hide his tail from potential predators. It’s such a soft tail, too, only slightly bigger than Dick’s fist when it’s curled up like this, resembling a cotton ball. The upper side is black with some white spots, but the underside is completely white. The fur looks so silky and soft that Dick just wants to touch.
“Oh, my God, Jason… Are you… a bunny?”
Jason bleats and tries to burrow deeper. Unfortunately, that also causes the unwanted side effect of his ass wiggling, causing that little tail to twitch.
Dick can’t help himself. He knows he shouldn’t, and this is such a cat thing to do, but his nose smells rabbit, and bun burrows are just so enticing a target to a wolf. He sticks his nose forward and sniffs the bunny’s tail.
The bunny yelps, wiggling his ass. The tail squirms where it stems from the clothes.
“D-Dick?” Jason gasps, his voice muffled.
“I’m here.” Dick kneels behind Jason and cups his little tail between his palms, taking a deep inhale. Jason bleats and wiggles deeper into his burrow, his tail popping away. “Sorry!” Dick says. “I couldn’t stop myself!”
“You’re bad!” Jason cries, and it’s such an adorable whine that Dick can’t take him seriously.
His nose is full of bunny now, and he just wants to—
Dick digs his nose into the pile of clothing and sniffs around, groaning when the tip feels a soft brush of the bunny’s tail fur.
“Dick!”
“Sorry! Sorry! Do you want to come out?”
“No!”
“Alright, alright! Do you want me to—”
“Close the door,” Jason whines.
Dick obliges, sliding the door closed behind him and plunging them both into darkness.
Unlike alphas, who gain carnivorous and predatory characteristics when they present, omegas become herbivores. That means most omegas’ instincts upon presentation are to hide away.
“Can I come over?”
A stretch of silence, and then Jason’s little voice crackles, “Okay.”
Dick crawls through the dark, groping around, old clothing shoving against his face and bunching up beneath him. He smells Bruce in here, and Alfred. Jason has stolen laundry from everyone in the pack to make his burrow, except for Dick.
Jealousy wrings his insides into knots.
Hidden under layers of nesting material, Jason is this bulging, quivering bundle that’s oh-so-vulnerable. Dick’s mouth waters at the sight. He has an urge to snap his jaws around the little omega and chew him between his big teeth, swallowing him into his stomach. What music he’d make with his whimpering!
”What’s happening to me?” Jason asks.
Dick realizes he’s been drooling onto the clothes, and suddenly feels ashamed. The boy sounds so small, so trusting. A kit to protect—and Dick is a pack leader, after all. Shameful, Dick licks away his drool and mentally kicks that primal lizard part of his brain, attempting to tuck it away for his successor’s sake.
He eyes the mound made up of Jason and tries to gauge the situation. His nostrils flare, picking up that sweet scent of prey that makes his mind go absolutely mental and his crotch throb painfully.
Stop. Stop that. He needs you.
Dick looks around the mound and picks out the new shape of Jason’s head. There’s a sliver of light coming through the slits that gives the interior a faint illumination that’s too faint for diurnal hybrid species. But Dick is a gray wolf, and his eyes are quickly adjusting to the darkness. There’s a layer of something around Jason’s head, alright. It looks like a hat, layers on either side of his face hugging the top. They look like flaps that are tied to the head, kinda funny-looking. Dick’s eyes adjust further.
He can discern the long shapes of the lop ears pulled up from the sides and tied to Jason’s head with some shoelaces. They do form into something that looks like a hat, if you aren’t looking closely.
Jason senses his eyes, yelps, and tries to hide them, hugging his head with his arms.
“Don’t look!” he squeaks. “Don’t look! Don’t, Dick!”
Dick’s heart pounds. Now, with the reality finally dawning on him, Dick can’t help the excitement thrumming through his veins.
He’s always wanted a pack bunny; it’d been a childhood dream ever since he was a circus pup. Bunnies are just so soft and spicy and energetic. They love burrowing, and they have such fluffy tails and hoppy demeanor. They make Dick’s protective hormones sputter out of control, and having one in his pack would be so cool. But during all of Dick’s teenage and adult life, he’d never had another bunny to befriend. Never had his dream been realized, and as he grew older and more mature, Dick had realized and accepted that as just some stupid childhood fantasy.
And yet, after so many years, that urge has surfaced. It would be his successor this entire time. Like a divine answer, walking through his front door in the shape of his fluffy little omega brother.
Dick takes Jason’s wrists—one in each hand—and firmly guides them away from shielding his head. The motion causes the shoelaces to disentangle, and Dick gives the ears a little tug to pull them loose. Jason sniffles a little, looking up through his eyelashes, embarrassed, but perhaps hopeful. Dick’s eyes wander around, taking in those magnificent ears.
The ears are enormous, drooping past Jason’s shoulders. Giant bunny species tend to have those, and Jason might grow into those, though it’s hard to say for sure with his childhood malnutrition.
It’s hard to tell colors in the dark, even with a canine’s superior night vision, but Dick believes the fur is black, with white spots dotted about. They look paper-thin compared to canine ears, and Dick knows that the tips are cooler to the touch than the base. He also knows that they will look so pink and translucent when sunlight shines through them, showing light-purple veins.
“They’re magn—great,” Dick says, voice thick. “Why would you hide them? They’re great.”
Jason is taken by a shock of sobbing that he’s trying to hold down. He chokes out, “I don’t want them to see me this way.”
“But why? It’s alright to be proud of yourself.”
“I’m prey. I’m a target. They’ll all think I’m weak.”
As Jason speaks, Dick’s eyes travel downward. Jason has his torso twisted around, so Dick can still see a bit of the fluffy tail sticking from Jason’s ass. A bunny’s tail is usually longer than what one might expect when it’s unfurled, but now Jason’s tail is curled up, giving it the appearance of a fluffball.
Dick can’t stop looking at the tail. It’s just so soft, with such downy fur that will be so silky when he touches it again. Unlike wolf pups, whose soft fur disappears completely after the first shedding, a bunny’s fur will stay soft.
Dick strokes the tail. He’s rewarded with a soft moan, so pretty and nice.
He snatches his hand back.
“You don’t have to be weak,” Dick says, trying to distract himself. “You’re an omega, that’s all. There are a lot of omegas that can beat my ass, for example. Kory is one. Diana, too.”
Just as he says this, Jason’s hips twitch forward in a small, uncontrolled thrust. It happens with such precipitous fervor that he doesn’t realize what he’s doing until well after the second hump. In the dark, Dick can see all the blood draining from the little bunny’s face when Jason lifts his head.
“Wha—?”
“It’s alright.” Dick reaches out, steadying Jason’s hips with his hands. He scoots closer into the nest, too, making room for himself in the bunny’s burrow. A Big Bad Wolf hoping to be a comfort—Dick can see the irony. “It’s just your heat, little wing.”
His predatory scent makes Jason recoil. For a moment, Dick doesn’t know if he’ll be welcomed into the nest, whether their long-distance, scarce pack bond is enough to override the newly acquired prey instinct. But his little wing surprises him yet again. The tension in Jason’s muscles drains away, and he lets out a little whimper that sounds oh-so-consumable in Dick’s wolfen ears.
The little bunny’s hips twitch again, then a third time. His tiny, fluffy tail unfurls and furls again because of his newfound heat lust. The sweet, slightly musky, and tangy scent of an omega’s arousal gathers in the air, swelling. With more jerks of his hips, Jason starts full-on humping.
Totally uncontrollable behavior; bunnies are fast breeders, after all. Out of all omegan sub-species, omega bunnies have the unfortunate reputation for being sluts.
“What’s… happening to me?”
There’s a wet, sobbing quality to the bunny’s voice, but also dreaminess, too. Dick can feel Jason’s hips thrusting in his loose clasp, that silky tail swaying and slapping against the backs of Dick’s hands, brushing soft fur on his skin. Jason’s slick is so strong in Dick’s olfactory that he nearly loses his restraint to his carnivorous instincts.
Dick realizes something: if it’s this easy to get a reaction out of his just-presented omega brother, then how easy would it be for alphas with less-than-perfect intentions to take advantage of that?
Dick bares his canines and snarls, vision turning red from that thought. No one gets to take advantage of Jason like that. His growl makes Jason shrink back into his burrow.
That wakes Dick up. He must smell so aggressive right now. Instantly, he sags and lets out a whimper of his own. He bends down and gently laps his tongue over Jason’s cheek.
“Sorry, kit. Didn’t mean it.”
Jason hides his face in Dick’s chest. His tail, having halted from Dick’s aggression, tentatively resumes its gentle tapping.
Jason makes a small, vulnerable whine.
Dick panics.
“It’s okay! You’re okay.” He begins grooming the bunny’s ear with long laps of his tongue. “You’re presenting. It’s normal.”
“But this…” Jason’s hips jitter between Dick’s hands, struggling to stay still. “This feels fucking strange. Will it be like this forever?”
Dick racks his brain for an answer. Heats for omegas are generally vulnerable and promiscuous. Yes, most omegas only have three to four heat cycles every year, but bunnies are different. A lot of sources say that they’re in heat pretty much all the time, though individual differences can happen.
“Possibly,” Dick admits. “But it won’t be that bad. It’s like the other aspects of your life, see? When you get used to it, you’ll find that it’s an easy thing to get used to.”
“You think so?”
“Of course. For example, with most omegas I’ve met, tugging the tail,”—Dick releases one hand and grasps Jason’s tail, giving it a squeeze, fine fuzz sticking out between his fingers—“was a surefire way to bring some relief.”
Jason tenses. A fresh squirt of the omega’s juice hangs heavy in Dick’s nose. He’s really sensitive there, and as Dick presses and twists that tail, he can feel Jason’s pussy clenching lustfully against his leg, inside his boxers. The folds of his cunt sandwich the muscles in Dick’s thigh.
The tail slaps around as if trying to get out of his grasp, but Dick doesn’t let go.
Jason’s hips are twitching, pussy lips shuddering. Breathing so heavily and strangely and giving off the submissive scent of omega and bunny that makes Dick salivate.
Instead of letting go, Dick starts playing with the tail. He runs his thumb over that soft down, feeling how fine it is, how puffy it is, more like a cloud than a tail.
Jason sobs, “I’m gonna… You’re gonna make me—”
“Then do it,” Dick says, injecting the low rumbling of a growl into his words. “It’ll make you feel better. Come for me, bunny.”
He tugs the tail—first a couple of test plucks, then a harsh pull that drags on. That curled fluffball is forced to straighten into a long, fluffy, almond-shaped appendage. Dick keeps it straight against Jason’s prey instincts and is rewarded with a moan and pussy juice soaking through Jason’s boxers.
Jason tenses up like a rubber band, just on the cusp of his orgasm. Then it rips through him. At that moment, Dick can feel Jason’s pussy convulsing against his boxers and Dick’s thigh. A fresh squirt of warm liquid leaves the bunny’s pussy. Jason’s release quickly soaks through both his and Dick’s clothes, soiling the fabrics and dispersing the prey scent all over the tiny, enclosed closet.
Jason’s orgasm continues on for so long while Dick is grabbing his tail, hips jerking and cunt spasming, Dick has to let go.
The tension leaves Jason, and a sob of relief chirps out. He collapses in Dick’s arms and sniffles, hips still twitching and the muscles in his cunt still clenching hungrily.
“Feeling better?” Dick asks, grooming Jason’s long, lop ear to soothe him.
Quietly, Jason nods. He lets out his bunny tongue and laps at the back of Dick’s hand.
He’s beginning to settle down from the spasms. He yawns.
“Looks like you’re all drained,” Dick teases.
Jason hums, nodding on the verge of sleep. All in front of a wolf, too. Doesn’t he know that falling asleep with a carnivore around causes rabbits to be eaten?
Still, the fact that Dick can inspire this kind of trust in his prey pack mate makes Dick’s chest expand.
“Then go to sleep. Heats take a lot of strength out of you.”
Jason looks up at him, sleepy-eyed. His pupils are so dark.
“And you’ll be here?”
“Of course.” Dick licks Jason’s cheek again. “I’ll be your stout guard dog. Don’t you worry, bunny.”