The central lounge of the Heavensway Warren twinkled with starlight as Vix took care hanging the last glimmering ornament. Since the branches were already laden with tinsel and glowbauble fruits, he decided to hook it onto one of the loops of ivy twining around the great Solstice tree’s trunk, where there was still plenty of hanging space. In Vix’s opinion, it looked quite pretty next to the purple ivy flowers.

As he took a step back, he felt a big, silly smile spreading across his face, and his ears perked up to their fullest height. He loved this time of year.

The tree’s branches swept down in thick, lustrous green waves. It was beautifully bushy, the perfect picture of a Rose Valley Solstice tree. Aside from the bald spot in the back, but that was fine, nobody could see that. The glowbaubles—a lucky find from long ago, carefully packed away and reused year after year—glimmered and blinked from within the foliage, bright tropical fish hiding within dark coral reefs. Nearby angel chimes filled the hall with soft, gentle music as their candles burned down toward stubs.

He put his hands on his hips and admired his handiwork, gazing up with unregulated delight at a tree that, at twelve feet tall, stood about three times his height. The Solstice tree was always the best part of winter lockdown, a reminder of the colors and lights that would lie in wait when the winter chills and spring heatcycles were safely behind them.

“G'night, Vix.” Vix jumped slightly as he felt a hand swat his rear. He spun to see another buck en route to the exit giving him a faint smile. “Hey, good job not messing it up for once!”

Vix felt his ears flattening. His cheeks went hot. “Um… thanks, Heff. I think?.”

Heff's smile turned into an unmistakable smirk just before he turned away, rabbit ears playfully flicking outward. “Hey, any day Vix manages to complete an upperworld errand without leading twenty does in heat back into the Warren, we call it a win.”

Vix suppressed the urge to stomp his foot. “It was… only five does,” he mumbled. His cheeks burned hotter as Heff's only answer was a teasing flick of the tail.

He turned back to the source of Heff's rare praise. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't help his satisfied smile returning, long ears perking right back up.

It was a gorgeous tree, truly. The thick ivy actually sort of complemented it, made it seem even more luscious and full than it was. Strictly, the tree scout was supposed to strip any extra plants off—just in case—but in this case, those little flowers had just been a little too charming to tear out. Nobody seemed to mind, anyways.

The angel chimes’ magic would preserve the tree all winter long, and when it began to fade, their scouts would bring back potted flowers to replace its eerie wonder with the brightness of spring.

The room was empty now. It was just him and the tree. Vix supposed he ought to be getting to bed, but… well, maybe a few moments more.

He clasped his hands behind his back and breathed in deep of the sweet pine scents. Pride glowed in his chest. Heff was right about one thing—this was a win for Vix. He’d found the perfect tree, and everyone knew it. Maybe now the other bucks would start giving him more responsibilities, would start to trust his abilities again. And he’d do well on those, and then they’d trust him more, and maybe eventually…

… well, maybe eventually the Equinox Incident would start to fade from people's minds, and he could move on.

Of course, even thinking about the Equinox Incident made him flush hot. Those five bunnygirls effortlessly dismantling the Warren's entire defense force with one waft of their breeding pheromones, strutting right past the guards’ twitching, moaning, helplessly masturbating forms to have their way with their pick of the Warren's bucks, or to toy with the guards themselves...

He was so distracted by trying to ignore how his cock was starting to twitch, he almost didn't notice the faint movement from within the tree's foliage.

When he did, he stopped short and stared into the rustling branches.

At first, he assumed he'd accidentally let some sort of animal in. Oh, gods, he hoped it wasn't a fox. It was so embarrassing when the prey instincts kicked in for normal animals and the whole Warren had to spend a week in panic trying to shoo the poor creature out and everything smelled of predatorscent for weeks after and everyone blamed Vix for it and—

—but then he spotted the source of the movement.

Vix blinked.

It was one of the little purple ivy flowers, one that hadn’t bloomed yet. He realized he didn't recognize the type of flowers exactly, meaning it was probably an invasive ivy, not native to the forest.

Well… all the better he'd ripped it out of the ground, right?

Except that it was definitely moving.

And it seemed... larger than it had a minute ago. It was almost the size of a mouse now. Had it always been that big?

He squinted at it, then shrugged and turned back to his work. He had to get the floor swept before he could go to sleep, and he was truly exhausted after a hard day's work. It was probably just some sort of minor carnivorous ivy looking for flies.

A few minutes went by in silence. Silence save for the rhythmic chimes of the candle bells and the rustle of the broom's bristles. Vix was determined to do a good job on this last task of the day. Getting to do the cleanup was his reward for the tree retrieval, a recognition that he'd done a good enough job to be trusted with another. That was what the other bucks had assured him, at least.

As he was approaching the end and ready to retrieve the dustpan, Vix thought he heard a giggle.

It was sweet and musical, almost indistinguishable from the angel chimes. And yet it also sounded awfully…

… feminine.

Vix spun around, raising the broom defensively. His heart was pounding. Stop. Stop panicking. Remember the breathing. Small, steady breaths. Careful breaths. Tasting the air.

There was no one there, anyways. It was just him and the tree.

And the ivy.

And that flower bud, which was now the size of his head, heavy enough that it had sunk down to settle upon the floor of the warren’s central hall.

“Um.” Vix swallowed. Now, that. That was definitely… at least a little concerning, right?

He advanced cautiously towards the flower, heart fluttering. Slowly, he reached out a hand towards the massive flower bud...

Then he stopped. What am I doing? This is clearly magic. Like, obviously. It's probably some sort of enchanted flower, or... or dryad, even. That didn't slow his heartrate any. You need to be careful. You need to be smart. The whole Warren could be counting on you here.

He poked it with the end of the broom.

The flower pulsed slightly at the touch. It seemed to swell a little. Nothing else happened.

Vix relaxed, but only slightly. Okay. So it wasn't... aggressive, at least. It was just a weird flower. Still, he really should tell someone.

He turned towards the doorway. Yes, something like this certainly needed to be reported at once. He’d just go and wake up Heff or Pad and tell them that he'd fucked up again and brought in some dangerous magic flower that could compromise the whole warren.

His ears drooped.

He’d done it right as they were finishing winter lockdown, too. That meant they’d be basically trapped with the thing all winter if they didn't immediately cancel the closure, unlock and reopen one of the hatches, and arrange for the flower to be taken back out and returned to its proper place. They’d have to send some unlucky buck to handle the disposal.

Probably the idiot who'd brought it in here to begin with.

Vix bit his lip.

Maybe… maybe he could tell Disti. Disti was always nice to everyone. She might not even yell at him. And as a gatekeeper, she actually had a key, which would make all of this much easier. She could get one of the back doors open and help him just... well, toss it out into the upperworld. No harm done.

But that would mean looking like an idiot in front of Disti. And he got so shy around her sometimes he could barely even manage words.

Gods, this was embarrassing.

You're being an idiot, he scolded himself. Immediately defaulting to ask a girl for help? Typical buckbrain. I’ll just... I'll just deal with this myself.

He swallowed, eyes darting back to the purple flower bud as it pulsed and expanded another inch.

As… as soon as I finish sweeping, obviously!

He hastened to retrieve the dustpan, keeping his gaze carefully off of the flower and putting it as far out of his mind as it could go. He'd worry about it when he was finished with this. It was fine.

It was all... perfectly fine.

Those, um, angel chimes were certainly being loud, he thought, bending down to carefully gather up the dust, pine needles and broken glass from that one ornament Fyl had dropped earlier. He brought the dustpan over to the disposal, opened the chute, poured the mess down, and snapped the chute shut.

Something gave his butt a pinch.

Vix squeaked and spun around so fast he nearly fell on his butt.

The flower bud hadn’t just grown to a massive size. People-sized. Human-sized.

The flower had blossomed.

And there was a girl inside.

Vix’s breath caught.

The lady in the ivy flower had pale green skin that shimmered like grass after the first frost. She had dark violet hair that swirled up in a cute vintage bouffant, its languid, twisting whorls holding little gold and silver glitter-stars that twinkled from within. Her pale orange eyes were large, but deeply veiled beneath thick lashes and dark-dusted lids. She was… absurdly pretty. Maybe the prettiest girl Vix had ever seen.

The only thing this girl was 'wearing' was the flower itself, which rose up snugly to just barely conceal her massive chest. The flower’s violet hue almost matched her hair, yet couldn’t quite match the intensity, the… depth. With the glitter, her hair was like a twilight of faint blinking stars.

Vix stared up at her, and he could feel his cheeks reddening, his ears pinned flat against his head.

Bucks were... short. Vix only bumped four and a half feet on his tiptoes, and that only if you counted the ears. This girl wasn't that tall by human standards, but compared to him...

Not to mention the curves. He was trying very hard not to mention the curves, not to even think about the curves.

This girl had the kind of decadent curves that most does could only dream of. Curves most bucks tried desperately not to. Her breasts visibly squished against the confines of the blossom, and through he couldn't really see the swell of her hips, he could see the part of the pitcher-like ivy flower that pushed outward as if struggling to contain it

Breedable. The thought sprang into Vix's head before he could stop it. He bit his lower lip, trying to will his cheeks not to redden any worse. Childbearing hips. No. No, stop.

This was bad. This was very, very, very bad.

The flower girl smiled sweetly down at him, batting her lashes in a way that made his breath catch. “Hi there!” she cooed. “My name's, um, Alraune. What's your name?”

Vix swallowed. He clasped his hands in front of him, trying desperately to keep his composure. “V... Vix, ma'am.” He sketched a bow, using the motion to disguise a step backwards. “But, um... but that can't be your real name, right?”

“Why not?” She cocked her head at almost a right angle, pouting down at him. Her lips looked so luscious and full...

“W-Well. I just mean, it’s a very nice name, but it's not exactly a name, is it?” Vix laughed weakly. Make conversation. Talk about anything. Don't look like an idiot. Don't let her notice what she's doing to you. Don't breathe in too deep. “Alraunes, those are, um... a species, are they not?” He'd heard of alraunes, though he couldn't exactly remember from where. They were like dryads, weren't they? “And every alraune surely can't be named Alraune.”

“Oh!” She blinked, then giggled. “You must be right. You're so smart!” She twirled a lock of her hair.

Vix blushed hot. “Oh! Oh, well, um, I don't... know about that.”

The alraune didn't respond. She was apparently thinking hard, and Vix took the opportunity to take another step backward. He was at the exit. Then he could start running.

She lit up, eyes returning to him, and he froze stiff. “Ooh, I know! You can call me Ivy.” She beamed, gesturing to her flower. “Isn't that a pretty name?”

Vix laughed weakly. “Um, yes! That's a lovely name.”

“Aww, thanks!” Ivy preened. “You're so sweet!”

Her happiness was infectious. Vix found himself relaxing slightly, but only slightly. At least Ivy didn't seem too clever. Maybe this was still… salvageable. “Yes, well.” He lingered in the doorway. “May I ask, um... how you got here?”

“Oh, you brought me in, Vix!” Ivy giggled.

“But—but that was just some... ivy,” Vix said weakly. It sounded stupid even as he said it.

“Uh-huh!” Ivy's eyes sparkled. “See, my plant is really, really good at, like, taking root. No matter where I get planted, as long as I can find nutrients, I can grow there!”

“O-Oh? So, you're... actually part of the plant? Not some sort of spirit, or… or woman bonded with the plant, or something like that?”

“Uh-huh!” Ivy nodded eagerly. “I mean, a really special kind of plant, but... why?” She frowned. “Is that important?”

“No.” Vix felt himself relaxing a little more. A plant. Okay. Plants didn't need to breed with bunnyboys. Plants didn't have pheromones. It sounded like the only people alraunes might mess with were, like, honeymaids, dopterines, that sort of thing. Pollinators. Right? He didn’t know enough about flowers to be sure. “It's just... we weren't expecting you here.”

“Aw, I'm sorry.” Ivy put a finger to those beestung lips. “Should I leave?”

Vix hesitated. Can it be that easy? “Maybe?” He took a careful step closer, still trying to breathe in through his mouth. Just in case. But Ivy’s pouty expression weirdly made him feel a little guilty. She looked so genuinely worried. “But, um, there's no need to... I mean, you haven't done anything to apologize for. I’m the one who messed up!”

“Oh! I'm sure that's not true.” Ivy shook her head quickly. “You're so smart, Vix! You know so much about things.”

Vix felt his cheeks getting hotter. Any compliments usually overwhelmed him, but praise coming coming from a pretty girl? A really, really pretty girl? A pretty girl smiling at him like that? Careful. Careful. Don’t get buckbrained. “I—I'm, um. Thank you?”

“You're welcome!” Ivy's smile brightened. She leaned over the edge of the flower. Vix felt like she was dangerously close to spilling right out of it. Or her breasts were, anyways. “So, um, where are we, Vix?”

“We're in the Heavensway Warren.” Vix tried to keep his eyes off her tits. He tried very hard.

“Ooh! Where's that?” She seemed to perk up. Every time she moved, those tits bounced.

“I-It's—w-well, it's a sanctuary under the Heavensway.”

“Where's that?”

“It's a mountain pass leading out of the Rose Valley and up towards the Far North.” Vix didn't want to question how little Ivy seemed to know. Clearly Ivy didn't spend a lot of time around other people—or maybe being newly bloomed had fragmented her plant's memories, or something. “And you mustn’t ask me where the Rose Valley is, because—well, because all I know is it's on the eastern side of the Path. I’ve never seen a map bigger than just us.”

“What's the Path?”

Vix stared at her. “The Glowpebble Path? The—” He stopped short, noticing a gleam in those pretty orange eyes. “You’re, um, joking, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hm.” Ivy covered a giggle. “Sorry, cutie. You're just being so helpful!”

Vix's cheeks were burning again. He tapped his foot. “I—well, anyways. We do need to figure out how to get you out of here, uh… comfortably.”

“Comfortably?”

“Safely, I mean.” Vix had to suppress the urge to squirm. Ivy had started fidgeting, and unfortunately, her idea of fidgeting… apparently meant meant playing with her breasts right in front of him. Squeezing them. Kneading them. They looked so soft. So comfortable. “We’ve just about finished sealing the hatches for the winter, and they’re kind of difficult to reopen before spring. Especially without…” Ivy bounced her tits together, and his whole train of thought ran into quicksand. “W… without…”

He trailed off, struggling desperately to keep his eyes on Ivy's.

“Are there any girls in the Warren?” Those eyes shimmered with innocent curiosity. It took Vix a moment to register what the question had been.

“Well. One.” Vix managed a weak smile. “Just Disti. She, um, only realized she was a girl recently, and we all know her pretty well, so…”

“Why aren't there more?” Ivy’s head tilted.

“We're a sanctuary warren.”

“What's that?”

Vix cocked his head, ears flicking. Ivy's voice had gotten strangely soft, so he took a step closer to hear her better. “It's... a warren for bunnyfolk who don't want to, um. You know.”

“I do?”

Vix took a deep breath, careful not to breathe through his nose. He was starting to feel a little fuzzy, but that had to just be exhaustion. It was very late, and he had been out all day…

Vix took a step closer, hesitated, then mumbled a single word:

“B-Breed.”

“Huh?” Ivy raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

Now he was the one being too quiet. Vix took a step closer and raised his voice a hair. “Breed,” he said. “I-I mean, the... bunnyfolk, we have this, um... whole thing about it. I mean, once Disti figured out she was a girl, she basically immediately had to start taking the herbs to suppress her pheromones if she wanted to stay. Even one unknown doe could throw the whole warren into chaos.”

“Oh, wow!” Ivy blinked big, sparkly orange eyes. This close, her whole form looked weirdly... shimmery. Blurry, almost. But her breasts kept coming into brilliant focus whenever he let his vision stray. Her eyes were hard to watch—he had to crane his neck, in fact—but the way she was leaning down, her tits were almost at eye level. “What about other girls? Like, humans?”

“N-Not as bad. But... similar problem.” Vix ducked his head shyly from Ivy’s slightly amused gaze. “I mean, we also put out our own pheromones. Disti's herbs aren't just to prevent her own scent, it's to protect her from our scents... activating her. And any female's scent will set us off, really.”

“And… what about me?”

Something about Ivy's voice sounded different. Vix wanted to look her in the eye, to try to gauge her current expression, but meeting such a pretty girl’s gaze felt… overwhelming. Almost humiliating. Like he was naked in front of her.

So he kept staring at her chest.

“It's... probably fine,” he managed, watching her tits squish between her hands, watching them bounce together as the world seemed to slow down…

“Uh-huuuh?”

“Y-Yeah.” He squirmed. “I mean... you're a plant, not a, um, mammal. Plants don't put out pheromones or anything. Right?”

“Aw, you're sooo smart, sweetie.” Did something in her voice sound almost teasing now? Vix couldn't focus on it. “But you're still not breathing through your nose around me, right? Just in case?”

“Just in case.”

“But you're still breathing in?”

Vix nodded weakly.

“Hm~”

“And.” Vix licked his lips. “And we should really be getting you out of here. I mean, before...”

“So how many of you little bunnyboys are there in this warren?”

“F-Fifty-nine, plus Disti.”

“Ooh, Disti sounds cute~!”

“She's. Really, really cute.” Vix giggled, torn between a confused sense of relief that he wasn't receiving Ivy's full attention and also... envy? “I mean, it feels like half the warren is crushing on her. I think she feels weird about that, though. It’s just… you know.”

“Yeah, she's the only girl most of you've ever met!” Ivy slowly squeezed her tits together. She jiggled them, bounced them in her hands. They looked so heavy. So full. Those were tits to lose yourself in. Those were fat, goddess-sized udders to… worship.

“I-In a long time, yeah.”

“You probably aren't used to dealing with pretty girls at all. I bet you don't have to deal with pretty breasts like these very often, huh, Vix?”

“N-No.”

“You don't know how to handle it when a pretty girl grabs her breasts and just... squishes them together? Squish, squish. Bounce.”

“Right. No.” Vix shook his head slowly, unconsciously following the sway of Ivy's tits.

“I mean, goodness.” Her voice was a warm purr. “The whole Heavensway Warren is probably pretty vulnerable to that sort of thing, isn't it? Just sixty poor little bunnies who aren't getting their needs taken care of at all~”

Vix's breath caught. Then resumed, even deeper. His heart was starting to race. “Y-Yeah,” he whispered. “I-I mean... no, we have, um. Defenses.”

“Like what?”

“I—” Vix bit his lip. “Wait, I...”

“Bounce-bounce. Squish.” Ivy's voice was a sultry coo as she squeezed and groped her tits right in front of them. “Would you bucks be able to handle big, soft breasts like these, sweetie?”

The tits bounced together. Vix took a deep breath to steady himself, to try to think clearly about what was happening.

He swayed.

“W-We could,” he whimpered. Clear thought eluded him, but he had to reply, couldn’t look like an idiot in front of Ivy… “We h-have... a secondary lockdown system. If the initial gates are compromised, Disti and the other two gatekeepers go down to the secondary vault and seal it off. It takes only one key to seal that gate and at least two keys to unseal it, so… I mean, as long as two of them make it down…”

“And?”

“W-Wait, I...”

Ivy leaned down, smiling sweetly, and Vix found himself suddenly very, veery close to those breasts.

“And?” Ivy repeated sweetly.

Vix licked his lips. “A-And there’s—I mean, there’s the masks. Our guards have herbal masks that cover scents. We keep them right by the gatehouse, so the second any does broke in, they’d be able to… put those on…”

“Gosh.” Ivy blinked innocently. “It sounds like that’s putting a lot of eggs in one basket!”

“Hh… huhh?” Vix squirmed. His cock was throbbing pathetically in his suddenly too-tight shorts.

“I mean, sweetie,” Ivy murmured, “the masks are right by the gatehouse, right?”

“R-Right.” Vix flushed. Why had he told her that?

“So if someone went and tampered with those… and caught even just two of the gatekeepers…”

“W-Wuh,” Vix whispered. “Wait.”

“Gosh, the whole warren would be basically helpless for her.”

“Wait.”

“Squish, squish~” she sang. “That would be their brains, little bunny~! Huffing that girlscent in their ‘safe’ masks, lost staring at her big, bouncy breasts, drooling for a taste… for a huff… for a hump…

Vix heard a moan escape his lips. Almost her whole body was out of the flower now. He could see her enormous tits, her wide, shapely childbearing breedable honeytrap hips...

He felt her hands on his butt, and then realized with a thrill he was being picked up. Gods, she was so much stronger—!

“W-Wait!” he squeaked, kicking frantically. Bucks had strong legs, but she was holding him so he couldn't reach anything, holding him at arm’s length so all he could manage was pathetic, useless flailing…

“Shh. Watch my breasts, little bunbun.” Her coo was like thick, pouring syrup as she swayed in the air before him. “Look deeper.”

“B-Buh…”

“Breeeathe deeper.”

Vix was panting. It was out of panic, but he couldn’t stop. His thrashes were weakening as he watched her breasts bounce, watched her whole body sway, gazed into the mist emanating from her glorious, hazy body…

He whimpered, feeling so woozy, feeling his kicks getting weaker, his feet getting heavier…

“Relax, little bunny,” Ivy cooed. “It’s okay~!”

“N-No,” Vix moaned, tongue lolling, breathing in deep of her air. The air tasted sweet. He felt his hips thrust instinctively as his cock throbbed with instinctual need…

“It’s all okay, silly. I just caught you because you were about to swoon, silly thing!” Ivy was pulling him close now. “You've been breathing in so much of my air this whole time, after all. Poor little one.”

“P-Pheromones... b-but I...” His kicks were limp, useless. He felt so weak, so pathetic, so... vulnerable...

“Mm, and breathing through your mouth does protect you from my pheromones a little bit, bunbun.” She smiled tenderly down at him. “But there's also my toxins to consider. And those are probably making you feel awwwfully weak right now.”

“T-Toxins?” he whimpered. And he bucked.

“Poor thing!” She pulled him in close. His kicks amounted to nothing now, but he still tried to brace, to kick her away...

But then his face was between her tits.

“You poor, dumb, confused little buck,” she cooed. “Just take a nice, deeeep breath now...”

He tried to resist.

But his mouth was covered. Smothered by her soft, warm breasts.

And there was only one other way to get air to his lungs.

His cock was already so hard. Twitching, throbbing, leaking in his shorts. He was so embarrassed, so overwhelmed, and…

… and her musk… smelled so good...

Vix could feel instincts taking over. Could feel his little heart starting to pound, but not from fear anymore.

Breed. Breed. Breed.

“You wanna help me spread myself throughout the warren, don't you, cutie?” she cooed in his ear.

He felt himself being guided to a nipple. He latched on without thinking as his whole body slid into the tight confines of the flower, as slick, sticky nectar immersed him in sweet, tingly pleasure…

“Well, in order to do that,” Ivy purred, and he felt her stroking his hair, felt her legs wrapping around his wide hips, felt his shorts being stripped away by vines so his cock could spring free, felt his tip brushing against her lower lips... felt nectar sloshing all around him... “I need someone to breed me~”

BREED. BREED. BREED.

And it was like a switch flipped.

One word, and his brain was goo.

Vix squealed and plunged into her, pure pleasure enveloping him as the petals tightened around them both. The flower started to pulse, timing his thrusts, guiding him deeper... deeper…

“Oh,” he heard her gasp in pleasure, “good boy. Gooood boy!”

“Ivy!” he moaned through her nipple, as nectar started to trickle onto his tongue. The praise felt so good, everything felt so so so good, Ivy knew best, Ivy knew best for all of them…

“There's gonna be sooo many of me,” he heard the alraune cooing in his ear. “And it's aaall thanks to you, little bun~”

He moaned, mewled, bucked, suckled, throbbed… oh, fuck, he was close, he was close, closecloseclose—

“Bunnyboys like you really are easy prey for any pretty girl, huh?” he heard her purr in his ear. She planted a wet kiss on his cheek, and at the sensation—but, truly, at the humiliating words—Vix came.

Pure pleasure exploded in his body, bursting like a broken dam. He squealed, thrust, clung desperately to the wicked alraune that had captivated him, the voluptuous temptress that had claimed him, the pretty girl that had ruined him. The pleasure burst in terrible, wonderful, overwhelming waves, waves that rocked his weak little bunnyboy body like a little ferryboat in a typhoon, melted his brain like sugar in water…

As the pleasure gave way to afterglow, and then his cock started to throb again, Vix could feel the walls of the blossom slowly rising around the two of them, trapping them together.

They’d be together all night, he realized dumbly, suckling happily, moaning, bucking. Breeding all night long.

“Gosh, you know, it’s too bad you just sealed the gates,” he dimly heard his new breeding parter, his owner, his wife murmur in his ear. Her voice oozed sly, lusty triumph.

“But I guess I'll just have no choice but to keep playing with you cute little bunnies aaall winter long~”