“There you are, little bunny,” Emily cooed, a predatory grin spreading across her face. Willow, the bunny-girl in question, startled, ears twitching as she looked up from the book she was examining and inadvertently backed up against the library wall.

“E-Emily! W-what do you w-want?” Almost as an afterthought, as she knew it would have no effect, she added, “A-and I’ve asked you to please stop calling me a b-bunny…”

Emily tsked disapprovingly. “Come, now, bunny; you’ve been avoiding me all week. You know what time it is. I want my kiss.”

“I-it’s really not a good t-time for you to be a-asking for that, Emily… C-could we m-maybe wait a couple of days?”

Emily took a step forward, pushing Willow further back into the stacks. “A couple of days?” She clutched at her chest in mock offense, although if anything, she was more amused. “That’s not how our deal works, bunny. I get a kiss from you, once a month, and in return, I don’t release all those delightful little letters you wrote. So c’mon and pucker up.”

The thought of those letters always brought a smile to Emily’s face. Willow had, a few years ago, drafted a series of letters to all sorts of celebrities - singers, athletes, politicians, scientists, you name it - all asking if she could meet them to talk about beastkin rights. It would’ve been kinda sweet if it weren’t monumentally, stupidly, naive: one letter, and this nobody of a teenage bunny-girl would get to meet with them to discuss the rights of a lesser species? Preposterous. When Emily had stumbled across them, Willow had sworn that she’d never intended to send them, but the embarrassment of their mere existence had allowed Emily to… convince her into this deal: a kiss each month, in exchange for her silence. For all her faults - namely, that she wasn’t human - Emily had to concede that Willow was a damn good kisser, and, perhaps more importantly, it was fun to watch the bunny-girl try and wheedle her way out of the deal every time, only to give in as Emily forced herself upon her. Which should be happening right about n-

“Please, Emily, y-you don’t understand. Y-you really shouldn’t be kissing me r-right now. J-just give me a week, a-and - I’ll give you two kisses, even! O-or, let you p-put your hands on me, o-or… just wait.” Willow looked a nervous wreck, one hand adjusting her glasses as the other fidgeted with a loose strand of her black bobbed hair. In hindsight, this should’ve been the point that Emily backed off. She should’ve known a good deal when she heard it. After all, there was nothing she would really be losing from waiting a week, especially with this many concessions. But Willow had given her an opening, and she was feeling impatient, and so she pounced.

“You want me to put my hands on you? Want me to get you off? Maybe I should be calling for help. Look, everyone, this scary rabbit-girl tried to feel me up! Who would they believe, hm? I don’t care about whatever excuse you have, just give me my kiss now.”

“E-Emily, please, this is for your own good. I-I’m in-”

The blue-haired human raised a hand, and Willow instantly fell silent. When Emily spoke, she was deadly quiet. “Willow. Let me be clear. If the next thing I hear from your mouth isn’t you giving me permission to kiss you, I’m screaming for help and releasing the letters. Are we clear?”

Willow’s expression was initially one of resignation. It then shifted to something that, again with hindsight, Emily should have paid more attention to, but right now, she was on the warpath. “Fine,” the bunny-girl muttered. “Your funeral.”

“I doubt that,” Emily chuckled, and pushed Willow against the back wall of the library, leaning in for her kiss. As she got closer, her nose twitched slightly as she registered a new smell - something musky; unfamiliar yet alluring. Shaking it off, Emily closed the distance and pressed her lips to Willow’s.

She felt something shift almost immediately. She could taste the same musk that she’d smelled on Willow’s lips, the cloying scent filling her mouth and nostrils as their lips pressed together. For the first time since she had made their… deal, Willow took some initiative, pressing the two of them closer and bringing her hands to Emily’s shoulders. Emily would ordinarily have scolded the bunny-girl for her temerity, but right now, her mind was zeroed in on that smell, and how to get more of it. She parted her lips as usual, trying to force her tongue inside Willow’s mouth, only for the bunny-girl to press her tongue into Emily’s instead, beginning to delicately yet forcefully explore the human’s mouth. That taste flowed off Willow’s tongue onto Emily’s, causing her body to go almost slack as the scent and taste hit her together, stronger than ever. To her embarrassment, Emily let out a slight moan at how good this felt.

And then Willow stepped back - Emily hadn’t noticed that she’d made space for her to do that, but clearly at some point she’d backed away from the bunny-girl. Again, she would’ve objected, but there was something more pressing on her mind: how to get another whiff of that musk. Willow seemed oblivious to this new predicament of hers.

“You satisfied now, Emily? Can I go?” Hold on; something had changed here as well. Willow was almost never this direct. And where had her stutter gone? Never mind; those questions were unimportant. Emily opened her mouth to make her demand.

“A-actually, c-could I have another k-kiss?” Wait, what? That was meant to be a rough demand. Where had this timidity come from? Willow stepped closer, something dangerous faintly glowing in her eyes.

“That’s not the deal, Emily, and you know it. Why should I let you kiss me again? Unless you wanna wait two months until we next kiss?”

Because I say so, you dumb bunny, Emily thought. What came out of her mouth, however, was, “B-because… uh… please?”

A full-on smile spread across Willow’s face. “By Frey, you actually do know your manners! Well, when I’m asked so politely, how could I refuse?”

Again, Emily had a second of hesitation, a sense that something wasn’t quite right here - but then Willow was gently cupping the back of her head and bringing their lips together once more. If the rabbit-girl had seized control of their first kiss today, she was fully in charge from the get-go here, forcing Emily another step backwards as her tongue thrust purposefully into her mouth, the hand that wasn’t on the human’s head moving to her chest to cup a breast - not so much to grope her, it seemed, as much as to just get a sense for its size and shape. Any objections to this course of action died before they even hit Emily’s throat as that scent - which, she belatedly realised, was definitely coming off Willow - completely overwhelmed her mind for several seconds. A groan was torn out of her mouth as she desperately inhaled more of it, letting what little was of the taste on the rabbit-girl’s tongue drip through her mouth, feeling herself go weak at the knees as the musk briefly became her everything. And then their lips parted again, and Emily practically crumpled to the floor, finding herself kneeling at Willow’s feet. The ambient scent of that musk was even stronger from down here, and she found heat beginning to pool in her core as she took in yet more of it. Willow, she realised, was looking down at her, trying - and failing - to maintain an image of concern over her self-satisfied grin. She struggled to bring her thoughts in line, and managed, with a great effort of will, to come up with something coherent: anger.

“What- what’ve you done to me, you bitch?”, she snarled - or tried to snarl, although it came out as more of a gasp. Willow affected a look of innocence.

“Well, first, that’s inaccurate. As you’ve made abundantly clear thanks to that uncreative nickname you have for me, I’m not a bitch; I’m a doe: leporid, not canid. For that matter, I’m great friends with some canid women, who’d be very offended you used that term as an insult. But, to return to your question, I did nothing. You were the one who chose to kiss a beastkin in the middle of her rut.”

Something about that statement snagged on Emily’s lust-addled mind. “…Rut?”, she managed to say.

Willow rolled her eyes. “By Artemis, I knew you were speciesist, but I didn’t know you were that uninformed about beastkin. Time for a lesson, I suppose. So, once every six months or so, beastkin-”

“…Not heat?”

Willow’s face paled. “Fuck. Did you not know I’m… You know what, I’d have to explain it now anyway; maybe I can get you to leave me alone about it afterwards.” She took a deep breath. “Yes, I said rut, because I meant it… I’m trans.” She carefully scrutinised Emily’s face to work out her reaction. The human in question frowned.

“I… don’ care about that… it jus’ means you’re a stupid bunny-girl who forgot her rut suppressants.”

Willow’s face screwed up in a mix of relief and confusion. “Wait… so, you’re speciesist, but not transphobic, despite the fact that both of those are things I couldn’t help being born as?… Bah, never mind, why am I trying to make bigotry make logical sense? But returning to the matter at hand, I might as well give you a little biology lesson anyway. It’s not like you want to go anywhere right now, right?

“So, where was I? Ah, yes. As I was saying, every six-odd months, beastkin enter either heat or rut, depending on our sex. That means we get frustratingly horny-” Emily’s eyes at this point zeroed in on Willow’s crotch, where her skirt was indeed subtly but unmistakably tented- “and start giving off pheromones that make us very attractive to anyone we’re capable of breeding with. As you might imagine, this gives trans beastkin no end of grief, especially because HRT does nothing to actually get rid of it, because it’s all designed solely for humans, not beastkin. Apparently, I just get a massive rush of masculine hormones twice a year, and bam - I get to stop feeling as much like a woman for a week. Lucky me. And no, I can’t just take rut suppressants, because no-one with any interest in determining the interactions between human HRT and mating cycle suppressants has enough funding to do so, so medical advice is that I shouldn’t mix the two, and I can’t go off HRT during the rut because it’ll still be in my system, and I can’t go off it in advance because while it doesn’t stop my cycle, it does make it just irregular enough that I can’t predict when it’ll be until it’s too late!” Willow was only barely keeping her voice to a whisper at this point, her slender frame shaking with anger as Emily continued to gawp open-mouthed at her, legs still too weak and lungs still too filled with the musk of her pheromones to do anything else. The leporid took several calming breaths before continuing. “So, what that means is that generally, I just have to ride it out and ignore what’s happening down there. It’s not too dreadful, just means I get a bit more attention than usual, but I can keep it to a minimum if I avoid getting too close to anyone - which I’m enough of an introvert to do anyway. However, if someone’s foolish enough to come along and just kiss me… well, I’m sure you’re aware of what happens now, aren’t you? And the thing is? That’s not going away until my rut ends.”

“Hah… how long is that?”

Willow smiled brightly; Emily couldn’t quite tell whether the smile was genuine or whether she was hiding some malice behind it. “As I said, I’m in the middle of it right now, so… about four days.”

“F-four days?!” As it was, Emily wasn’t sure she could bear another four minutes of this. The accursed weakness in her limbs; the stammer in her voice; the heat that reddened her cheeks and pooled in her crotch whenever she thought about the damned lep- rabb- bunny-girl; the craving for more of that overwhelming, intoxicating, wonderful smell; being unable to take her eyes off of Willow for a second… how did anyone cope with this? For the briefest of moments, she found herself feeling sympathy for a beastkin, for the very first time. Willow just giggled.

“Yep! Four days. Have fun!” She pushed past Emily’s kneeling form, leaving the human staring up at her butt as she sashayed - sashayed! The nerve! - down the aisle, tail twitching with every step.

Emily couldn’t bear it. Licking her lips, she raised her voice. “W-wait!”

Willow paused at the end of the aisle, but didn’t look back yet.

Emily continued. “A-are you sure there’s nothing I can do to… to stop this?”

That got the leporid to turn around, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. “Well… now that you’ve kissed me, there is one other way I can end my rut early. But the thing is…  I’ve got lots of practice coping with what it is you’re feeling. I can wait it out. So you’re not doing me any favours by helping me with this. So tell me, what’ll you do for me in exchange?”

Emily barely gave it a thought. “A-anything.”

“Anything? Are you sure about that?”

“Y-yes, anything! N-now s-stop blathering, and-”

“Why don’t you stop blathering?”

Before she could finish, Willow had rushed back to her side and was bending down for another kiss. Emily breathed in her scent, lapped up her saliva, clung to her as though Willow was her very source of life. When the leporid stood up again, Emily couldn’t have formed a coherent thought to save her life, her mind consumed by this desperate, horny haze and thoughts of Willow - her scent, her body, her everything.

Willow smirked fully, sighing in satisfaction. “Ahhh, I always forget how good it is to get to feel this assertive. That’s another thing about rut - and heat, I’m led to believe - the sheer confidence you get from claiming a partner. By the gods, I can finally speak my mind to you, and you’ll have no objections, will you?”

“Guh?” A trail of drool trickled down Emily’s chin as she stared, glassy-eyed, at the leporid. Willow chuckled.

“That’s right! Wow, you’re really out of it, aren’t you? The basic effects are inescapable no matter what, but I’ve never seen someone lose control of their mind so thoroughly as you have. I wonder why that is… Maybe you’re just weak-willed. Anyway… yes, there is another way to end my rut early: fucking everyone I’ve claimed like this. And you’re the only person I’ve kissed so far, so… are you up for it?”

Emily’s head bobbled in some semblance of a nod, coppery-brown hair falling over her eyes as she did.

“Lovely! No time like the present, I suppose; I didn’t find anything I wanted to borrow here anyway.” She began to walk off, the human finally scrambling to her feet behind her, barely remaining upright, before Willow turned around again. “Oh- one more thing. While beastkin are definitively not just our animal sides… when it comes to leporids, I should warn you that “fucking like rabbits” is about accurate. And we’re not stopping until I’m satisfied, understood? You still in?”

Another frantic waggle of the head from Emily, who was just about aware that her panties were ruined at this point. If she had been able to put her feelings into words at this point, she likely would’ve been spitting and raging at Willow for even insinuating that she’d want to bed any beastkin - but there were no thoughts in her head, just heat and lust and need, as the leporid smiled and led her out of the school library, across campus, and into the student dorms.

Emily collapsed onto Willow’s bed as soon as the pair entered her room, her limbs giving out as she trembled all over with desire, instinctually spreading her legs and looking pleadingly at the leporid. Willow smirked down at her. “That’s cute, but I’m not doing anything until I can see the goods. Get up and strip off for me.” Emily tried, she truly did, but she was too overcome by the scent of Willow’s rut, which was now even stronger in her bedroom. The leporid thought for a couple of seconds. “Hm, maybe you need some extra motivation…” With a dangerous cast to her eyes, she offered, “There’s a kiss in it for you if you manage…”

Emily practically leapt from the bed at this point, ripping off her clothes in a frenzy, standing before Willow naked looking beseechingly at her almost faster than the leporid could tell what was happening. The human puckered her lips, trying desperately to inch closer to Willow as she licked her lips, taking in the sight before her. For the first time today, Willow became truly aware of her own arousal: nothing she hadn’t dealt with before, nothing she couldn’t put out of her mind - but when she listened to it, it was powerful. Especially given how, standing here powerless as she was, and especially being seen by someone mid-rut, Emily was incredibly hot. She honestly had it all: large, rounded breasts; body kept well in-shape but with a subtle layer of softness to it; bubbly, spankable butt - and Willow was sure she would be spanking it; she was owed some retribution, surely? - and shaved cunt absolutely dripping with arousal. Willow had a brief burst of gender envy, before her lust returned, and she put together that, in short-

“Gods, you look so fucking breedable right now,” she whispered, wringing another whimper out of the human’s lips. “No wonder you’re such a mess for me right now; you’ll be perfect when I knock you up. And believe you me, you’re guaranteed to have a litter inside you by the time I’m finished with you.” She full-on laughed to herself at this. “Imagine! Emily Hawthorn, renowned beastkin hater, carrying a litter of leporids! And they would all be leporids; we always breed true with humans if we conceive in rut.” For the briefest of moments, a flash of anger appeared on Emily’s face as her personality almost came to the fore, pushing past her mindless lust, but then Willow cupped her face and Emily practically fell against her, arousal redoubling from even this slight hint of contact. “Mind you,” she added, “I don’t really care what you do once your head’s cleared, as long as you leave me alone. I’m certainly not making any demands on that front.”

Giving Emily a light shove on the shoulder, Willow didn’t even wait to see her fall back onto the bed as she divested herself of her own clothes. She did, however, look up as she pulled down her panties, her hardened cock springing free, and what she saw stopped her in her tracks for a second. Emily was sprawled on the bed, body mostly limp, except for her head, which was lifted up so she could stare at Willow. Her expression, even as her eyes zeroed in on the space between the leporid’s legs, was nothing short of pure awe. Willow had previously claimed partners during her ruts - albeit consensually - and so she was expecting some measure of adoration no matter Emily’s personal thoughts on her, but this was a step up from what she’d been anticipating. “Do- d’you like what you see?”, she asked, her nerves returning for the first time this evening.

Emily nodded.

“What do you think?” Willow asked.

Emily babbled for a second, struggling to regain control over her mouth, but with a direct question from Willow that couldn’t be answered non-verbally, eventually managed to gasp out, “B-beautiful. F-for a b-b-bu- leporid, th-that is,” she added a second later.

Willow crawled onto the bed, coming up so her face was level with the human’s. “Just “for a leporid”? Are you sure about that?” Emily’s eyes rolled back in her head as she dithered, inhaling more of her rut-scent, struggling between her ingrained speciesism and her current overpowering desire to please Willow. The leporid decided to end her struggle, kissing her again as for the first time she moved to touch Emily’s body, placing a hand lightly on her chest. Emily made some gurgling, strained noises of pleasure as her body practically leapt off the bed to chase Willow’s touch. When she opened her eyes again, they were hazy and unfocused, struggling to follow the dark-haired girl’s motions as the hand trailed down her torso and towards her hardened clit. Willow had been intending to drag things out a bit, build Emily up - but she had clearly underestimated just how aroused the human was, how much pleasure had been building up within her, as the second her fingers alit on Emily’s bud, she screamed with pleasure, arching off the bed in what was unmistakably an orgasm, even if she hadn’t squirted more impressively than Willow had ever seen anyone manage before. As Emily slumped to the bed, panting heavily, her expression regained a modicum of coherence, eyes now locking onto the leporid as she spoke.

“All this talk of how humans are above beastkin, and yet you fall apart as easily as that, the second you get even the slightest hint of rut pheromones in your system. One kiss is all it takes to turn you from a sneering bully to my hopeless little rut slut. Isn’t that right? Now, I could keep going anyway, pump you full of my seed without even the smallest break from that stimulation… but I’ll be nice and give your cunt a bit of a break, at any rate. I still need to get myself warmed up, and besides, if I can get yet another dose of pheromones into you, I’m sure you’ll last even longer for the breeding I’m about to put you through. So for now… On your knees.”

Emily practically fell off the bed in her eagerness, landing with her legs already spread nice and wide as she opened her mouth obligingly, eyes still locked to Willow’s cock. “You’re such a quick study,” the leporid cooed as she sat down in front of her, one hand moving to the back of the human’s head. She once again noticed a brief flash of anger on Emily’s face, but it washed away even quicker this time as she got the merest hint of the scent of Willow’s pre-cum, the breeding pheromones rendering her docile and horny once more as the leporid continued. “Now, I’d advise you to take a deep breath. Both because it’ll get you nice and drugged up for what’s about to happen, but also because I don’t intend to let up once I get going.” Without further preamble, barely letting the human register her order, she pushed Emily’s head forward, hissing with pleasure as her soft lips wrapped around her cock. Emily looked up at her with wide eyes as Willow began to thrust deep and hard and fast into her mouth, the scene beautifully framed by the human’s auburn tresses, even as Willow began to thrust her head further forward in time with her own strokes. She could feel Emily beginning to gag as she continued to rush towards her climax - what was sure to be her first of many - but the human, in her pheromone-addled haze, refused to let up, even clumsily trying to use her tongue to help her out as her eyes fluttered - whether from the scent or oxygen deprivation, Willow neither knew nor cared.

“This your- hah- first time sucking a- oh- a girl’s cock?”

“Mhm,” Emily mumbled, the vibrations sending shivers down Willow’s spine.

“Thought so,” was Willow’s only reply, as her motions grew ever more frantic. Emily was already looking a mess - arms dangling limply by her side as she no longer had the mental capacity to do anything more; hair beginning to fall in her eyes which were rolling back in her head; chin covered with saliva and face turning red as she gagged but madly refused to back down. As Willow released with a groan into her mouth, the human fully slumped over, rendered briefly unconscious from asphyxiation. Panting with relief, but still far from satisfied, Willow hastened to ensure Emily didn’t get any fluids into her lungs - she was all good on that front, as cum and drool spilled back out of her mouth.

Willow considered the slumped form in front of her, and briefly contemplated letting her wake up before she continued, but hastily decided against it. Her still-hard, still-aching cock had other ideas, her heat ensuring she was already desperate for another fuck, and upon reflection, the leporid saw no reason not to satisfy it - not considering how much Emily had tormented her. Instead, she hefted the unconscious human over her shoulder, a burst of lust-fuelled adrenaline making the task simple, and deposited her face-first on the bed, glistening cunt fully on display and raised to the perfect height for her. Aligning herself with the human’s body, Willow slipped into her effortlessly, Emily’s own heat-driven lust rendering her body easy for her, and began pounding away at her once more. The sound of her thighs slapping against Emily’s arse was music to the leporid’s ears - and speaking of arses and slapping, that was something she’d meant to do, wasn’t it? Without a hitch or reduction in her pace, Willow raised one hand and brought it down hard on Emily’s behind, creating a satisfying smack and wringing a groan out of the human, who Willow realised was now coming to her senses. “Did you like that? Does my rut slut want me to spank her again?” Emily feebly nodded, mumbling incoherently as Willow raised her hand again, bringing it down to hit the other cheek. Emily flinched ever so slightly and whimpered - whether from pain or pleasure or both, Willow couldn’t tell - and began to thrust against the leporid again, as if trying to get her to fill her up even further. As Willow kept up the spanking, she could feel her climax approaching again, even faster this time. “Ready for your first load?” she taunted the human. Emily babbled and nodded once more, squeaking as Willow spanked her in the middle of her response - such as it was. Willow smiled and was about to reply when she froze up and instead came hard, right into Emily’s ready cunt. She could feel the human tightening beneath her, although compressed as she was beneath the leporid’s weight, Emily’s reaction to her own climax couldn’t be as extreme this time, instead just being a deep-throated groan, her legs slumping down under Willow’s brief dead-weight until they were locked into a mating press.

Both lay there in silence for a minute, recovering, but Willow knew she was still nowhere near done. Hoisting herself back up, she barely pulled out of Emily as she rolled the two of them over so that the human was now sitting on top of her. “You’ve been a bit of a pillow princess so far, haven’t you? Why don’t we change that?” She began thrusting upwards into Emily, who took the hint immediately and began bouncing on the leporid’s still-swollen cock, slick now mixing with cum to coat both girls’ thighs in a delightfully sticky mess. Emily was clearly running out of steam quickly, but the spirit was clearly far more than willing as she frantically fucked herself on Willow, who extended her hands up to grope at the human’s breasts. “Fucking hell, these are perfect,” she told the human, whose eyes rolled back into her head again at the slightest praise from her. “So big, and bouncy, and heavy… but I’d bet they’ll look even better all filled with milk for our kits, won’t they? Fuck, you’ll look so hot like that, won’t you? My perfect housewife, all docile and obedient for me and my pheromones. Isn’t that right?” Emily full-on moaned for the first time this evening, cunt clenching around the leporid’s cock. “Ohh, you like that, don’t you? Did you want this all along? To be put in your place like a good little girl?” Emily shrieked, face bright red from embarrassment and screwed up with lust, as she came again, slumping onto Willow as she too climaxed, filling her with a second load of cum.

Emily was clearly spent at this point, but Willow knew she still had one more in her. Rolling the two of them over again, she laid the human down on the bed. Emily gazed blearily up at her through half-closed eyes as Willow began to slowly rock into her, for the first time doing something that could maybe qualify as making love rather than fucking - although the leporid harboured no illusions about their actual feelings for each other. Or, at least she thought she didn’t, until the human forced her eyes fully open, meeting her gaze full-on for the first time since she’d been dosed. Her mouth tried to form words, but seemed stuck.

“What’re you trying to say, Em?”

“We… we’re almos’ done here, aren’we?”

“Yes, we are. Spare the insults, please.”

“N-no, that wasn’…” Emily sighed in frustration. “I… dunno how I feel ‘bout you now. Y’re… I sh’d be mad, but… this’s the best sex ‘ve ever had, an’… ‘f you hafta deal with this twice a year, an’… y’ll have all sortsa dirt ‘n me after this, an’… fuck, I’unno. C’mere.” She weakly lifted her hands up to pull Willow closer, bringing their mouths close together, but waiting for Willow to initiate the kiss. It was gentle and sweet this time, and Willow realised for once how good at kissing Emily was. The human shuddered as their lips parted. “Fuck, tha’s good. All o’this’s good.”

“Oh? Are you addicted to beastkin cock now?”

“Ugh, shuddup, doe.” Emily moved her lips to Willow’s small chest and began kissing her breasts. This was enough to tip the leporid over the edge, cum spilling out of her and into - and then out of - Emily’s stuffed cunt. The human twitched feebly underneath her, then went entirely limp, falling asleep this time rather than fainting.

Willow could already feel her rut subsiding as she pulled out of Emily, their fluids gushing out of the human to thoroughly stain her sheets. Willow felt almost as exhausted as Emily looked, the manic energy bestowed by her rut vanishing almost as quickly as it had arrived. Assessing the situation, she quickly decided to keep Emily here overnight - there was no way she could cart her back to her own dorms without attracting attention that neither of them wanted - and instead began running a bath for the both of them.

Emily slumbered as she was washed, dried, and deposited in Willow’s spare bed - for once, the leporid was thankful that no-one had wanted to room with her. However, once Willow had cleaned herself off and changed her own sheets - by now late into the night - she heard the human stir behind her.

“W-Willow?”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Could- could we sleep together?”

Willow’s first instinct was to say no, but for the first time ever, Emily looked actively vulnerable. Quickly making up her mind, the leporid padded over to the spare bed and slipped in next to the naked human - she didn’t have any clothes in her size, unfortunately. Emily didn’t seem to care, snuggling up against the leporid and almost immediately falling back asleep. Willow would not have bet on these circumstances happening in a million years, but she soon found herself falling asleep too. Bizarrely, for the first time in a long while, she felt safe.