Set after Season 2, assumes the Alphas left with a warning to Derek and returned the two runaway Betas. Life has been quiet for the summer break and then Stiles gets kidnapped by people wanting to sacrifice a virgin, and it turns out magic is a thing.

Rated M to be on the safe side (due to conversations and imagery more than anything for this one)

Please note there is very little in the way of plot, I wanted to turn Stiles into a bunny, this is what happened, please don't expect depth there isn't any.

Warnings: Implied future male on male, pre-poly slash, animal (ie bestiality) stuff, show level violence and death, mpreg carrier gene mentioned, knotting fantasy.

Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews).

I own nothing, literally.

Stiles the Bunny

01 – The Snatch and Grab

Meandering along in the sunshine I'm not even mad that my jeep is in the shop, again, Derek's paying for the repairs this time, something about me driving him around so much and him not wanting to take advantage or stuff along those lines, who cares, he's paying, and my baby is going to purr.

Licking the ice-cream melting in the summer heat I'm pretty happy right now. Things are nice and quiet, plenty of time for me to practice lacrosse with Scott, talk comic books with Erika of all people and as Boyd still has his job at the ice rink we can all sneak in and skate when we want.

Thankfully the Alpha pack didn't cause too much hassle and the two runaway Betas healed up pretty quickly.

Jackson is a dick but he's working on his new werewolf powers and not rampaging through the town during full moons as the beautiful Lydia would castrate him if he did that. Weirdly enough Lydia's not done anything drastic to Peter yet, in fact they have a wary truce thing happening, though I'm sure if the zombie werewolf puts a paw out of line she'll snap it off, with extreme prejudice.

Even Derek's been relaxing a bit and being nicer to people. He isn't getting his own way with one united pack, we're all too independent for that and frankly his ideas as Alpha aren't always the greatest but we're jogging along and not killing each other.

Hopefully by the time the next big nasty comes along we'll all be more willing to cooperate from the start and things will be easier.

Fishing my phone out of my pocket I check the screen to see zero calls and texts have come in, not a giant surprise. Scott is off with his mom on one of her rare days off, they're doing mom and son bonding and seem to be doing good since the whole 'your son is a werewolf slash creature of the night' big reveal moment in the jail.

Lucky Scott.

My relationship with my dad is strained at best. Thankfully as things are quiet, and I've not done anything illegal recently, he's stopped grounding me and I'm free to hang out with whoever's around at the time, or go to the library to do research, or go to the field to practice lacrosse, I'm totally making first line come Junior year.

Slurping a line of run away ice-cream up my hand I'm humming to myself and looking forward to an evening of me and the TV, because there's a re-run of Supernatural season one and I can brush up on my Wincest while pretending to do research, even though both Derek and Peter have told me it's so unrealistic, which is good because I never want demons to be a thing.

Or ghosts.

Or a whole host of other scary monsters.

Though angels like Cas would be cool.

Contemplating calling for Chinese or Pizza tonight, I cross the road around the corner to my house as I finish of the ice-cream. I'm messy and I don't even care. Shoving my phone back into my pocket I pull my keys out and round the corner to see my house.

Opposite the house is Mrs Kripkie, she's like ninety, but insists on doing her own garden, apparently her and mom used to spend a lot of time together, mom was seriously into her gardening too.

The squeal of tyres accelerating makes me twist around to see a battered up van racing towards me, for a second I freeze and then experience has me sprinting up the road away from it, how is it my life that I'm chased by things faster than me.

And it is faster as it pulls up along side and I'm yanked inside, a cloth is pressed against my face. I struggle uselessly and the world goes black, but at least dad should know I've been kidnapped pretty quickly and someone might mount a rescue for me as Mrs Kripkie saw the whole thing.

Urgh, something's died in my mouth and I'm really freaking cold.

Shivering I curl up in a ball to discover that my hands are brushing over my very naked and chilled skin. Sitting bold upright I discover I'm naked and on a cold stone floor, a stone floor where a big metal cage, I'm stuck in the middle of, is bolted to.

The room I'm in is fairly boring and echoingly empty except for a set of wooden steps leading upstairs from the basement I'm being kept in. There's not even the obligatory light bulb swinging from the ceiling. Two rows of windows at the back and to the left are the only sources of light and that's fairly grimy and dusty.

Shifting around I get the joyous news that I've been laying on a small drain, awesome because the grating pattern is now embedded into my side.

Sighing I hug myself and get to my shaky feet, whatever they gave me to make me sleep has left me dizzy and thirsty. Pacing around the cage I easily find the door and the hinges and the tiny yet substantial lock, and here's me out of lockpicks that I don't even know how to use.

Exploring the rest of the tiny space only confirms that it's a metal cage, it's bolted to the floor with huge bolts, and the bars are too close together for me to squeeze through, I give it a few tries to be on the safe side. Moving as close to the windows as I can I learn they're double-glazed, which will cut down on the amount of noise escaping. None of them are cracked or broken so yelling isn't going to get me far, yet.

The door at the top of the stairs bangs open and I debate faking sleep but they must have seen me so I stand right in the middle of the cage as it's furthest away from them, unless they open the cage and then I have a chance of escape.

Tromping down the stairs are seven robed and cowled individuals, I think they're wearing masks too so I can't see under the cowl. The robes are black with red markings and I have a really bad feeling about this. Remembering my nakedness I cup my junk and struggle to stay quiet letting them make the first move.

"Ah little sacrifice," the possible lead robed guy says and that does not bode well.

"Um, I don't remember volunteering to be a sacrifice," I point out, "So if you let me out now, and flee Beacon Hills, I'll put a good word in for you and you should make it out alive with your throats intact." If I pretend to be on good terms with the Alpha they might fall for it and that's assuming they know anything about werewolves.

Two of the robes step back but the possible lead guy steps forward, "No, you will be our virgin sacrifice on this full moon, and your wolf friends will be so busy chasing rabbits that you will die, and we will gain our reward!" He sounds certain about this.

"The full moon's three nights from now, and my dad's the Sheriff, you are going to go to jail for being kidnappers, which is a federal offence," I point out helpfully.

Another robe is wavering unhappily but the leader shakes his head, "No little pure virgin sacrifice we have scoured the area, we have watched you this last week, no one will come looking for you because you are not important enough to them, and we will gain our…"

I interrupt, "Yeah, yeah, reward, whatever," I down play the fact that he's hit way too close to home on the no one will come looking bit, because Scott's off with his mom, dad isn't really having a lot to do with me, and there's no reason for Derek to give a crap.

"And now for the cleansing and the fasting," the man even claps his hands together as the other robes rustle in their robes to bring out various instruments, some look like restraints, I think there's a funnel, some scrubbing brushes and what the hell?

Swiftly backing away from the door I'm somewhat helpless to do anything but watch as the cage door is unlocked and they're being careful how they open it and come inside.

Aw crap, this is not going to go well.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.