“You know, it's been... awfully quiet without them around.”

For a moment, as Vix’s words echoed back to him, it was almost like all other sound in the forest abruptly fell away. The other three members of the patrol stopped dead in their tracks.

He immediately regretted voicing the idle thought aloud.

Pad, the patrol leader, turned to face him. Pad—a dark-haired buck with slightly floppy white bunny ears and a gaze as forgiving as a knife—raised an eyebrow. “You think so?”

Vix felt his cheeks heating up. He cleared his throat, clasping his hands in his lap. “I-I just mean, you know, since we... sent the last of the Ivies away, it's been quite uneventful, is all.” He felt his tail twitching with nerves. “Not that that's... a bad thing.”

“Right. Uneventful since ‘we’ sent the alraunes off.” Up at the front, Heff, Vix’s peer, rolled his eyes. “Were you involved in that? Only I don't think I remember you being in much state to help last week.”

Vix's cheeks grew hotter. The bunnyboy ducked his head from the judgmental stares of the pair. “I, ah—”

“I do remember a certain someone letting the first one in to begin with, though,” Pad remarked. Vix wanted to shrink into a little cottonball. “And breeding her until she split into four more in one night! And—”

“Oh, be nice to him.”

All three bucks froze as the fourth member of the patrol raised her voice. Vix's head shot up in surprise to meet the soft misty eyes of Disti, the only bunnygirl in the entire Heavensway Warren.

Disti… was painfully gorgeous. She was one of the tallest members of the warren, standing at nearly five-foot-even, with moonlit silver hair rolling down to her shoulders and perky white bunny ears. Her cheeks were dappled with pale freckles, complementing a cute button nose and delicate heart-shaped face. She was looking right at Vix.

Vix opened his mouth and tried to sputter something out—some sort of retort to the others, some sort of feeble defense for his blunder last autumn—but looking at Disti always got him hopelessly tonguetied, and he quickly snapped his mouth shut.

Disti smiled at him briefly in what he thought was sympathy, then shot Pad an annoyed glance. “It's not like any of us would have been much better. You think those pheromones wouldn't have gotten to you, Pad?”

Pad's eyes widened, and he blushed bright red. “I… erm… well, I would like to think…” He trailed off.

Vix knew nobody in the whole Heavensway Warren was able to stand up to Disti.

They were too busy crushing on her.

Disti's eyes flicked to Heff. “And you, Heff. Wasn't it you who let him bring the ivy in to begin with?”

“I—I, um—” Heff cleared his throat. “Well, um, that’s a, um—that’s a good point, Disti! A very good point.”

Pad nodded quickly.

Disti rolled her eyes with a wry smile. Vix knew she was used to being treated this way nowadays, ever since she'd transitioned. He also knew she didn't like it, which was why he tried very hard to hold her gaze when she looked back at him, even if his dumb instinctive buckbrain just wanted to—to—no, don't think about that, don't don't don't—

She smiled at Vix. “The patrol splits up here, right, Pad?”

The patrol leader snapped to the attention. “R-Right! Ah, Heff and Vix, you two—”

“I think I'll go with Vix.”

Pad went as red as a poppy field. “I. Mmf.”

“What? I'll be best at keeping him out of trouble.” Disti rolled her eyes. “Considering Heff’s record on that count.”

Heff cleared something like a “sorry” from his throat.

Vix wasn't sure what was happening. But Pad gave a reluctant nod, and when Disti flicked her head for Vix to follow, he didn't really feel able to hesitate.

Blushing hot, he finally escaped her gaze and followed after.

* * *

He walked behind Disti in silence for a bit, trying very, very hard not to glance at her butt, even though she was wearing a skirt today and it was just a little shorter than really felt fair and he could almost see her panties hugging that plump bubble butt. Were Heavensway bunnygirls even allowed to wear skirts that short? Not that he was going to be able to do anything about it. Not that anyone in the warren would be.

Gods, I'm hopeless. Buckbrained. Weakling. But... oh, her ass bounces so cutely with every step... nnff...

He tried to focus on their surroundings. The warren normally never opened up this early, and the atmosphere of an ebbing winter frost was so... peaceful. Birds chattered up above, males releasing lonely serenades, dancing to impress their mates. Clumps of melting snow dotted the woodland meadows, reminding him of the patches of the thick meadowfoam that would flood the mountain pass later in the year.

It wasn’t quite springtime yet. They'd had to open up early to persuade the Ivies to leave. At least, so he’d heard.

He'd been a bit... occupied at the time.

His cock twitched at the thought, and his cheeks burned.

Again, Vix refocused. It was beautiful out. Strange purple buds poked up through the snow here and there. They weren't tulips, nor daffodils. Those bloomed later in the year, anyhow, right? Were they crocuses? He’d never seen one in bloom before.

Whatever these were, he couldn’t be sure they were edible. That was what mattered: tracking down food sources so the warren could replenish its supplies before sealing up again next week. Not thinking about Disti. Not thinking about Disti’s ass. Not thinking about Disti’s plump, bouncing hips swinging back and forth with every careless step…

Vix shook himself. He needed to speak up. Needed to break the silence with some kind of conversation. Focusing on the surroundings wasn’t working. All the birdsong up above was just making him think about what exactly they were singing about. Fuck, springtime was always so... intense for bunnyfolk.

Especially bucks. Springtime was when the Heavensway Warren's haven status was most critical. If anyone knew they were here, if word got out of how many vulnerable bucks were gathered in place, they'd be overrun by heat-scented, breedable bunnygirls within a day.

Disti paused in her stride to give a leisurely stretch. Vix saw her arms raise into the air, flexing as she let out a groan of relief that was almost a moan, and his eyes drifted to her sides, and her… her…

“S-So!” he burst out, desperate to drown out the birdsong and his own perverted, traitorous thoughts. “Um, th-thank you. For, um, ah...”

“Ugh, they're such jerks!” Disti burst out.

Vix blinked. “What?”

“They're always picking on you just because you're, like, a little weak.” She lowered her arms and shot him an annoyed look, and he flinched before registering that it wasn't meant towards him. “But they’re total hypocrites. It's like they think I don't remember they teased me just as bad last year. Right up until I realize I'm a girl, and suddenly it's...” She gestured irritably.

Vix's head tilted to the side. “W-Well... I mean, it can't have been as bad.”

She stared at him. “Thanks.”

“N-No!” His face went hot. “I-I just meant, ah, you're... you've always been quite good at your job. It's not like you let any alraunes or rogue does get past the gates.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks seemed to redden at the memories. “So… you mean you think you deserve it.”

“Well, um...” Vix bit his lip and ducked his head.

“Vix, you're... you're fine.” He wasn’t meeting her eyes, but he heard Disti let out a sigh. “I mean, it's not like you can help it. You're doing your best.”

He nodded meekly. “Th-Thanks, Disti.” Gods, look her in the eye! You're being rude. Buckbrained. “You're, ah... really quite nice.”

He lifted his head. Disti had the funniest smile on her face.

“You know, you're the only boy in the warren who at least makes an effort.” She turned away again. Her white tail flicked slightly. “Even when I take those stupid herbs, I might as well have pheromones anyways, the way the boys act around me now.”

“O-Oh?” Disti with pheromones... no, no, focus, focus—!

“You know, I do notice when you're staring at my butt~”

Vix felt his heart stop. His eyes widened as flames licked at his cheeks. “I-I—”

“It’s kinda cute.” She gave her butt a little wiggle, then giggled. “You really can't help it, huh~?”

“Mm!” Vix squeaked out the reflexive agreement before he registered the embarrassing meaning behind her sugary-sweet voice. He tore his gaze away from it. “S-Sorry,” he added quickly. “I... I , ah...”

“Don't be.” Disti smirked back at him. “I wore this skirt on purpose, buckbain~”

Vix was starting to feel dizzy. He blinked rapidly.

“Hey, Vix, I was thinking...” Disti's voice was sweet and playful, but there was mischief lacing her words. “You don't have any duties tomorrow, right?”

“Um. Well, sweeping. But after that...”

“After that~?”

“N-Nothing.” What is she getting at? Nnf, her smile feels so nice...

“Well, I honestly don't have much to do right now with the gates being left open. So, when you're done with sweeping...”

Vix's heart was thudding in his little chest.

Disti smiled down at him. The doe stood nearly half a foot taller than Vix on his tiptoes. “You know the pond? I bet it's so pretty this time of year. I really wanna see it before we seal back up for the spring.”

“O-Oh?”

“Mm-hm. It's very... secluded.”

Oh.

Disti turned away from him, humming a pretty melody to herself, hips swinging indulgently with every skipping step.

Vix kept his hands over his lap as he followed, desperate not to show how... how weak he really was.

His heart was galloping so loud he knew any bunnyfolk would be able to hear it. And Disti's humming sounded so... smug...

Tomorrow. The pond.

Songbirds were singing in his chest as he followed after.

* * *

Vix was pretty sure he'd never done as quick nor as thorough a job sweeping as today. He refused to allow even the tiniest risk of getting called back to redo it.

He could barely breathe for his giddiness.

The gatekeeper let him through without a word, although a little envy in his eyes told Vix that he had his suspicions over why his coworker had asked him to let Vix through today.

Vix gave him a big smile. He couldn't help it.

The mountain pass was truly beautiful this time of year. He had to stop the spring in his step from turning into full embarrassing skipping. Something about late winter, the birdsong, the fresh, floral scents, the way the frosty grass prickled his feet…

He couldn't wait to see Disti. His heart fluttered a little at the thought no matter how he tried to quell it. Stay normal. Stay focused. She likes you because you keep control of yourself better than the other bucks! Don't get all...

He grabbed hold of a slender ash tree and swung around to aid a turn, giggling slightly to himself. Buckbrained!

He couldn't stop thinking about it. About how Disti had smiled at him, that smug little smirk, those cute little freckles. She was taller than him.

He wondered if she was stronger than him, too.

No! Stop that. He shook himself, feeling his cheeks heating up... and a faint, unwanted throbbing down below.

Oh, gods. Oh, no, no, no. He couldn't show up like this! In these shorts, Disti would know right away, and then...

... and then...

Vix bit his lip, pausing next to a cluster of olive trees. He could see the bulge now, could feel his cock starting to strain. Nnf. I need to... stop thinking about it! Just stop thinking about it! About her!

He leaned against a tree trunk, trying to catch his breath. It'd be... so embarrassing... her seeing me, smirking at it… His head was spinning. Maybe... teasing me...

He took in a deep breath, trying desperately to banish the thoughts and steady himself, but that breath brought in a heavy whiff of his own pheromones starting to rise, and realizing how uselessly horny he was getting almost made him pant. Thank the gods Disti would already be at the pond by now. Thank the gods there weren't any other bunnygirls in the area.

If there were… if a doe was nearby to notice his heatscent hanging thick in the air around him…

Vix’s face was burning with shame as his hand slipped down. He bit his lip, struggling to dispel the temptation, but his head was spinning, and the fantasies… oh, gods…

It was too late. He was already imagining what would happen. Already imagining a repeat of the Equinox Incident, when those three cute does had cornered him at the orchard and made him... oh... oh...

He'd started rubbing a little at the thought. Rubbing through his shorts, panting, breathing deep of his own thick musk. No. No. Stop. This was...

I can't do this! he thought desperately. Not right before a first date! I should be thinking about... about... Disti?

That… made sense, didn't it? He swallowed, rubbing a little faster. It was better if he was at least thinking about Disti. Oh, fuck... he hadn't cum in a week. Not since the Ivies had left... His cock was throbbing, and he could practically feel his brains all starting to leak down there... rub, rub, rub...

Disti. Focus on Disti. Disti was so... pretty. With her silvery hair and adorable freckles, the way her smile crooked a little to the left, dimpling her cheek as she cocked her head down at him, eyes sparkling like she had... plans... for him...

Supposing... supposing I was in control? he thought, panting, pumping. Thrusting into her. Breeding her.

What if… what if she went into heat… what if she went off the herbs and... nnghh...

He could imagine her scent, imagine her coos, her moans, her squeals of pleasure, her wriggles and bounces and her scent, her scent everywhere as her arms raised and she thrashed beneath him, could imagine her musk filling his lungs and her cries filling his ears…

But he couldn't imagine himself in control.

Just the thought of her wiggling her butt against him...

Vix was a redfaced sweating mess. He had to clutch at the tree trunk to avoid falling to his knees. He was panting, drooling, humping hopelessly against his own hand. He felt like he was in a steam path of pure pheromones.

He could kneel... could let her shove him between her legs, could huff and nuzzle and cover himself with her heatmusk until he was hers…

… just her dumb, obedient breeding buck...

I-It's okay... he told himself, whimpering as he bucked faster and faster. Just n-need to get off before I see her. It's okay. I-I'm thinking about... D-Distiii...

She could even... even lift her arms, maybe, in his fantasy, and make him...

“Oh, my~!”

The sweet, feminine, unfamilar voice rang out through the fog. Vix gasped, surprise and panic and embarrassment took hold, and—

—and Vix came. He ruined, crying out in torturous pleasure, knees nearly crumpling as his hand drew back too late to stop it. He bucked into his shorts, mewling, moaning, turning in humiliated fright toward the speaker as the throes of failpleasure erupted inside him.

And his heart plunged.

It was a doe.

It wasn't Disti.

The little redheaded bunnygirl smiled and giggled at him, bouncing into the clearing before he could react. Her hands clasped behind her back, just above a flicking red tail and an especially plump bubble butt, as she drew to a halt right in front of him and leaned in towards him. “Hiii~! Are you having fun?”

Vix's eyes widened. He jerked his hand away from his bulge, heart thudding in his throat. He fumbled for words, but his tongue felt leaden, and his head was still swimming in that ruined afterglow…

Apparently, he was taking too long. The bunnygirl’s lips quirked to the side, and she straightened again, breasts jiggling in that shameless tight pink sweater. “Nice to meet you, too,” she said dismissively, flicking her hair back. “My name's Velvet. What's yours?”

“V-Vix,” he managed, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. “I, um...” Oh, fuck.

She was close. She was too close. When she'd leaned in, her pheromones had wafted right up to him, and now he was breathing them all in in place of proper air.

His cock was already hard again.

Fuck.

She giggled. “Youuu, ummm, what? Having trouble talking, buckbrains?”

Vix had to fight to hold in a whimper. She had him backed against the tree, whether she noticed it or not. He was cornered. “I—I should, um—”

“Funny seeing another bunny out here,” she remarked. “Like, it's the middle of nowhere, isn't it?”

He swallowed. “R-Right. I'm, um, traveling.”

“Alone?” she asked sweetly. Her head tilted cutely to the side.

Fffuck fuck fuck her scent was everywhere. Vix nodded weakly, taking a step to the side. He needed to get to a place where he could run and be sure she wouldn't be able to grab him. “Yeah, um...” If a bunnygirl grabbed him by the arm... it would just be instinct. Just instinct to go limp and let her guide him. He'd done it before. “Well, see...”

She smiled.

And stepped to match him. She was doing this on purpose! “A buck traveling all by himself! Right before peak mating season~!”

Heat flooded Vix's chest and sputtered out as a series of stammered “ums” and “ahs”. He shook his head weakly, ducking his head from her gaze.

“Hey. Eyes on me when I'm talking to you, dummy.”

A giggle, and fingers under his chin guided his head back up. Velvet’s eyes sparkled in the morning light. “I said, are you really traveling alone?”

“N-No,” he blurted desperately, flinching away from the hand.

He sidestepped. She matched him with a predatory grin. He couldn't get out of her scent's range, and his cock was starting to throb treacherously, and judging by her smug little smirk, she'd noticed.

“No?” She batted her eyelashes. “Gosh, what do you mean?”

No. No, wait. Can't give away... the warren... Vix was starting to sweat. He looked around, seeking an escape route—but she still had him pinned against the thicket. He was cornered. Trapped. And that was making his little buck heart do somersaults to a dangerous instinctive rhythm. “I... I...”

“Aww, c'mooon~!” Velvet gave him a pleading little pout, putting a finger to those beestung lips. “You can tell li'l old me... riiight~?”

Vix froze. His heart was pounding in his chest, a frantic tip-tapping tinroof beat. He gulped, staring down at the adorable doe, trying not to breathe in too much of her scent, trying not to notice how that plump, breedable bunnygirl butt swayyyyed as she took another step closer. “I...”

“Pleeease~?” She tilted her head to one side, then the other. Slowly, her hands reached up and gave her breasts a gentle squish. Vix watched them rise and fall in helpless desire as another wave of decadent breeding chemicals washed over him.

She might as well have had hearts in those bright red eyes. Vix was trembling, frozen in place, instinct trapping him without Velvet even having to try.

“There’s.” He forced his foot up and took another halting, stumbling step. Matched by Velvet without effort as her pleading, mock-innocent facade was briefly broken by a smug smirk. “There's... a-a girl.”

She stopped short. Her head tilted to the side, and for the first time that day, her forehead creased in a delicate frown. “Oh?”

Hope surged in Vix's chest. He took another quick step, and then another, and this time, to his relief, Velvet didn't seem to think to follow him. He was almost far enough to run. Almost. “Y-Yes!” he squeaked. “I, um, actually was on my way to a date.”

“A date.” Her eyebrow raised. She flicked a stray lock of red hair back. “So... you're dating.”

“Mm-hm!” Vix found himself smiling at the thought, despite his circumstances. “Or, er, well, we're just... well, this is my first date with her. I'm probably running late, fact, so I should...” He faltered slightly at her critical, inspecting gaze. “I mean, I was literally on my way there when you... I mean, when I...”

“When you started jerking off,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Vix's face heated up. He gave a defeated nod.

“When you started, like...” A smile started to creep back over her face. “... humping your hand, just totally getting caught up goooning those dummy buckbrains out… instead of meeting the cute doe you're supposed to be breeding silly right now.”

“I.” Vix's mouth was dry as he nodded again, even though he wasn’t going to be breeding Disti, it was just a first date, it was just…

He took another step back.

Her eyes glittered. “The doe who you're only dating. Not married to.”

Vix's breath caught.

“Soooo...” She licked her lips. “... it's not serious~”

Vix's heart was thumping again. His feet itched toward motion, but away or towards her, he couldn't tell. He took one last halting step back.

“At least, ummm...” She made her eyes big and innocent as her fingertip pressed into a plump cheek. “... not as serious as your relationship with that hand of yours.”

Vix squirmed.

Velvet smiled slyly. “Clearly, your little hookup doesn't get it. A buck like you doesn’t need a doefriend.”

“A-Ah?” he managed.

Her smile widened. She took a step forward. “A buck like you...” she cooed, “needs... a… wife~!”

Vix turned and bolted into the trees.

Vix was a fast runner. It was his one real talent. His legs kicked off into a wild leap that took him at least four meters without any running start. He hit the ground at a desperate sprint.

But all bunnies were good runners. Even as he put distance between himself and the clearing, racing at full tilt for the pond, he heard Velvet giggling with glee as she gave chase, heard her feet pounding against the dead leaves.

And the sensation of being chased thudded in his heart like a funeral knell.

Some bunnyfolk ran better when the prey instinct kicked in. Most bunnyfolk ran wild and panicked, stupid, helpless.

Some rare, particularly doomed bunnyfolk just froze up in fear.

And even as he started to see the familiar dustroses that grew near the pond—currently budding and poised to bloom—Vix felt his legs starting to seize up.

No, he pleaded to them. No, don't, wait—just—just a little bit farther—you're so close—

“I've almost got youuu~!” he heard Velvet singing, as if she could read his mind, as if she could see the broken instincts starting to kick in.

And that mocking singsong, more than anything else, brought him tumbling into the grass and moss.

A half-second later, Velvet was standing above him, a triumphant, bratty smirk on that insufferably pretty face.

“Gotchyu~!” Velvet cooed.

“Nnh.” Vix twitched and whimpered. Lying on his back, Vix’s massive, throbbing bulge was plainly visible through his tight shorts. Velvet could see it. Velvet could see everything.

And judging by her licking her lips, and judging by the newly overpowering wave of pheromones spilling down over him… she liked what she saw.

He had to cry out. Disti was surely nearby. If he yelled, she would hear, and—and with the herbs, she'd be just as hopeless against Velvet, but she could at least run for help!

Oh, it would be so humiliating. For her to know about this... for everyone to know about the planned meetup...

But... he had to. He couldn't miss this date. He couldn't let Disti down.

He opened his mouth, mustering the energy for a scream.

Velvet wasn't even paying attention. Her eyes were off him as she arched her back in a lengthy dramatic stretch, cracking it in several places. “Ooh... what a workout~! You almost made it a whole five seconds without prey-locking. Cute.”

“A-Ah...” Scream. Scream now. Don’t even look. Don’t…

She reached her left arm up towards the sky and stretched leisurely to one side, eyes squeezed shut with relief. “Gosh... I almost worked up a sweat, even~!”

Vix's breath caught in his throat. His lips moved, but no sound came out. He stared hopelessly, fear and embarrassment coiling in his lungs.

“Nnnnnh~” the bunnygirl half-moaned, lowering left arm and repeating the stretch with the right. “Oh, that feels so good...”

Vix licked his lips. Stop staring. Stop staring. Stop staring. Stop—

Mid-stretch, Velvet's eyes snapped open.

She caught his gaze.

And before Vix could look away, she followed it to its source.

A calculating, evil smile slowly spread across her cute, angelic features.

“Oh.” Her voice was a sultry purr as she slowly lowered her arm, removing her perfect, flawless armpit from view. “I... seeee~”

Vix whimpered.

And twitched.

And throbbed.

“I.” He licked his lips. “I d-don't...”

“Huuuh?” Velvet tilted her head to the side. “What is it?”

“I—it's n-nothing—”

“Nothing?” she cooed. She crouched down, and her scents washed over him, thicker and heavier than ever. “Are you suuuure?”

“Y-Yes! Yes, I—”

“Then how come,” Velvet purred, “you keep staring at my armpits, perv~?”

Before he could react, Velvet was stretching back again, moaning lewdly, bending her arms behind her head and... oh, fffuck...

Vix bucked.

She smirked wickedly. “I thought so.”

“I—nngh—” Vix was panting. He needed to stop panting. She smelled so good... so good... had to... cry out… to scream, to warn Disti…

“I bet you'd looove to get a closer look, huh?” Velvet cackled. Vix flushed hot, realizing he was still staring. Her armpit just looked so perfect, so smooth, so...

“No,” he whimpered. “No, no...”

“Just lean in and, y'know, get a niiice whiff...”

“N-No! Nnno!” Vix was bucking, barely holding in moans, the throbbing was so much, his cock was leakinggg...

“... maybe even give it a little... kiss~?”

“Nnnghh!”

Vix bucked, and he could feel himself ruining in his pants, and he stared up in Velvet in almost terrified humiliation as he saw that she knew.

“Oh my gosh.” Her eyes gleamed. “Did you just do what I think you did?”

Vix whined and shook his head wordlessly. No. Cry out. Call out to Disti. Now.

Then Velvet was on top of him, pinning his arms, and her armpit was right there. Right above his head. “Did you just have a cuuute little failgasm,” she cooed, “to a girl showing off her pretty armpit to you?”

Vix gasped, and Velvet's grin widened as her scent flooded his lungs. He whimpered, bucking hopelessly. “Nnno... nnhh…!”

“Hey.” Her voice rang with condescending nonchalance. “You should, like… kiss it.”

“Nnnoo!”

“Aww, c'mon~!” he heard her coo. “Just one kiss can't hurt.”

Just one kiss.

It... oh, no, he couldn't...

But Velvet's armpit was right there...

... just... one kiss…?

No. No, he needed to… to fight this, to push her off, to shout a warning…

Vix was panting, muskdrunk, heatdrunk. He whimpered, whined, and found himself leaning up slightly...

And Velvet cackled as she took him under her arm and trapped him in there. “Goood boy~!”

“MMNNNGH!” Vix squealed into her armpit as he tasted her musk, breathed in her. He struggled helplessly, but she had him completely pinned, and getting out of her armpit would mean pushing her all the way off him, and…

… and he felt her soft, plump ass slowly grinding against him, felt her fingers undoing his trousers... no, no, no...

“Huff huff, silly boy~” she cooed. “Be a good husband, now.”

“...nnh… hh... hhhfff....”

Velvet's triumphant giggles echoed in his ears as he took in one slow, shuddering breath.

And then another.

And then, hesitantly, reverently, he let his lips touch her skin…

And then it was all over. He was lost. He kissed, nuzzled, huffed, and licked, desperate, hopeless...

“Thaaat’s it. Addict yourself to it, husband~!”

Vix's eyes widened. No, he had to... had to...

Velvet ground her ass wickedly against his cock, and Vix's brain went mushy.

Addict...

Addicted to Velvet...

“... hhhffff...”

He was still huffing and humping and covering himself in her scent when Velvet finally pulled away . She looked down at him with a wicked little smirk. “Teehee! That's better~”

Vix blinked blearily, humping and grinding against her ass. What... better...?

Oh.

He blinked slowly.

Wait.

No.

“D—” His voice came out like a squeak. He tried again. “Dis—”

Velvet's hand clamped over his mouth.

His eyes widened. He struggled, wrenching his arm out of her grip—she was so small, so delicate, of course he could—he pulled her hand away—

“Go ahead,” Velvet said sweetly, not resisting at all. “Call out to your doefriend.”

Vix blinked.

“And then you get to explain to her...” Velvet leaned in close. “... why you've ruined twice for me already.”

Vix's breath caught.

“Why you're covered in my armpit musk~”

A chill washed over Vix.

“And why you're still huuumping,” Velvet cooed, “a pretty bunnygirl who isn't her~”

Vix bucked unthinkingly.

Velvet smirked. “I thought so~”

Vix whined. He bucked again, grinding against Velvet's perfect, soft bubble butt, moaning as thick, heavy pleasure smothered his will to fight. No, no… oh... oh, but it just felt so good...

“Thaaat's it,” Velvet cooed. “Good little buckbrains! Aww, I knew you'd see things my way~!”

“Nnngh!” Vix bucked again, gasping, whining. He needed more. Needed to buck, needed to... to breed, breed, breed, breed...

“Poor Disti,” Velvet murmured, bouncing her hips against his captive cock. “Does she know what a cute, pervy little armpit-huffer you are~?”

Vix's cheeks went red-hot.

“I—she—”

“Oh, that's riight~!” Velvet smirked and ground her hips slowly, mercilessly up his shaft. He squeaked, whimpered, whined... bucked... “She's just your giiirlfriend. She's not serious.”

Vix's breath caught as Velvet's fingers deftly undid some buckles… and started to pull his shorts down.

“Not like me,” she cooed. “Right?”

“N-No...”

“Dumb buckbrains like you need a wife!”

“Nnno!” He humped desperately, breathing in her scent, staring hopelessly at her smooth, soft, perfect armpit.

“A wife they get to breed,” she cooed, “and breed, and breed~”

“Nnngh!” Vix bucked, ground his hips, panting as he felt her pulling his shorts down to his knees... “S-Stop—”

She smirked down at him.

“Weakling.”

He twitched.

“Simp.”

He throbbed.

“Lovey-dovey buckbrain.

He bucked.

“Wifebait~”

His shorts slipped down to his ankles. She left them there with a light, girlish giggle, and he dimly registered that there would be no running now even if he wanted to. He'd just trip and fall pathetically, and then she'd catch him again, and pin him down, and punish him...

And then he felt her lifting her hips, and he felt his cock spring free, felt his tip teasing her entrance through those panties, and his brain went just a little bit... liquid.

“A cute girlfriend like Disti would probably be sooo weirded out by you being into armpits and stuff, you know.” Velvet smiled down at him, tilting her head slightly to the side, tapping her lips as if thinking about it. “I mean, gosh, if I told her...”

“D-Don't—!”

“But if I don't.” Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in low. He could swear he did see hearts in them now. “Gosh, I bet you'd do aaaanything to keep me quiet.”

Vix stared up at Velvet, lost in the implications of that smug, triumphant, insufferably bratty smirk.

He felt her grinding faintly against his cock. Covering it in her... her scent, her juices...

“But it's okay,” she cooed. “I mean, you clearly have suuuch a crush on her, I wouldn't wanna get between you two! So I’m gonna make this easy on you, babe.”

“A-Ahnh...?” Vix bucked hopelessly. He was drooling. He couldn't help it. Couldn't stop. She smelled so good, and he was just a dumb buckbrained weakling, and... oh, and it would feel so good to thrust into her and see that bratty smirk melt into a mewling face of mindless breed-crazed pleasure…

Velvet smiled sweetly, innocently, and gave her ass a little wiggle.

“Call me Disti.”

For a moment, Vix didn't register what she'd said. For another moment, he thought she was joking.

He blinked up at her. “W-What?”

“Call me Disti,” Velvet cooed, gyrating her hips in a slow, deliberate swirl that made him babble with need. “It'll be fun! Just a fun little game.”

She was pulling her panties down. Oh, fuck. Oh, no.

“I.” Vix's heart started to pound. “B-But that's...” That was worse, right? It had to be. But Velvet's scent was everywhere, and it was hard to think straight. Or at all.

“Aww, c'mon, dummy~!” Velvet laughed at him, fingers running through his hair and stroking his sensitive ears as he squirmed. “I mean, she's a nice girl, right?”

“Y-Yes...”

“She would probably think you're a total perrrv for wanting to huff a girl's armpits and breed her brains out, right?” Velvet's hips lowered just a half-inch, and Vix felt his cock just barely slide inside, just for a moment...

“Y-Yes~!” he whimpered, blushing hot. Disti was a nice girl. She... she wouldn't be into it... right?

“So wouldn't it feel sooo good to pretend?” Velvet's lashes fluttered innocently. “Just a cute wittle game for my horny wittle buck~?”

“Nngh!”

“You wanna fuck Disti, don't you?” Velvet smirked. “Unless it's me you want now. You know, now that you've had a taste~”

“N-No!”

“Maybe you've finally gotten to feel what it's like when a bunnygirl who's not taking suppression herbs touches you, and—”

“No!” Vix shook his head frantically, trying to shake off the fog.

Velvet giggled. “So you wanna breed Disti, don't you~?”

Vix hesitated, then gave a weak nod.

Velvet leaned in close.

Very close.

Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “Say it.”

Vix's breaths came in ragged as he felt his cock barely teasing her entrance…

“Say my name,” she hissed.

“Disti,” he whimpered, and he felt a forbidden thrill course through him.

Velvet smirked. “Good boy~!”

And she kissed him deep, tongue sliding inside him, and her hips plunged downwards—

—and he felt his hips instinctively buck upwards—

—and his cock thrust into Velvet's hot, tight, slick, breedable pussy with a thrill of silken pleasure that instantly and totally encased all rational thought like a fly in spiderweb.

Vix would have screamed if Velvet didn’t capture the sound with her lips. His hands flailed, then found Velvet’s plump ass and groped desperately, helped her bounce faster, faster, faster. He thrust into her and felt her moans, and everything in him went gooey and soft and weak.

She broke the kiss with a wet pop and beamed down at him. “Again~!” she whispered.

“D-Disti!” he cried softly.

“Again!”

“Disti!”

Velvet grinned in triumph and rolled him over, forcing him on top of her. “Breed your Disti stupid, buckbrains~”

“Disti~” Vix moaned and thrust senselessly, clutching at Velvet, letting her pull him into her armpit and huffing senselessly. “Disti!”

“G-Good boy!” Velvet cried softly. “Oh, yes—buck—thrust—”

“D-Disti—”

“Breed me!”

“Disti!”

Velvet giggled, eyes sparkling. Those had to be hearts in her eyes. She was in heat, fully in heat, and Vix was panting, gasping in deep whiffs of her wonderful, intoxicating scent—

“Disti!” he moaned, drooling, thrusting, bucking his drooling brains away. “Disti!”

Disti was so pretty, so—no, Velvet was so pretty, so cute, so—so adorable and smug and insufferable and—

“Tell me you love me,” Velvet cooed, wiggling with pleasure.

Vix almost froze. But then he felt her pussy walls contracting, heard the wet, intoxicating plaps of his own insensible thrusting, felt his big, dumb cock twitching, throbbing, drooling, and... and...

“i love you, Disti~!” he squealed into her armpit, bucking senselessly into her, and something about that phrase felt better to say than anything in the world, and before he knew it— “i love you, Disti! i love you, Disti!”

Velvet was panting, gyrating her hips, but he could hear her breathless giggles, her intoxicated moans. “Yes! Yes~! More!”

“I love you, Disti!” Vix moaned, groping Velvet’s ass, gripping her hips tightly to guide his thrusts. He was drunk on her moans, drunk on her armpit musk, drunk on her cries of bliss with every thrust, every plap. “i-i lllove youuu! Disti!”

It was so wrong, so wrong, he could barely breathe, and every breath he did manage filled him with her heatscent, made him need to thrust faster, confess his feelings louder, louder—

“Say it, husband~!” Velvet squealed.

Vix slammed into her all the way to the hilt, he was so, so close, he was trapped beneath her arm in a place of pure, intoxicating musk, and the words spilled out uncontrollably in a hopeless, broken, adoring mewl.

“i lllove you, D-Distiii~!”

“Vix?”

Vix froze. So did Di—Velvet.

Disti's distant voice had carried over the gentle melodies of spring. And it wasn't that distant, either.

Vix met Velvet's eyes. The bunnygirl looked about as startled as he felt.

“Vix?” he heard Disti call again. “Was that you?”

And to his creeping horror, Vix heard leaves crunching underfoot as Disti walked right towards their location in the bushes.

His heart started to pound. He was still inside Velvet.

Fuck, he was close.

He pulled his face out of her armpit, head swimming, and craned his neck to peer through the foliage.

About ten paces away, padding over the wet leaves, he could just barely make out Disti's bare feet. She seemed to have stopped short and was now presumably looking around, trying to pinpoint where she’d heard his voice. His pathetic, breathless voice.

Vix looked back at Velvet, and he registered then that her startled look had given way…

… to a sly, knowing smirk.

Dread wrapped around his heart like a set of talons.

“Wait,” he whispered.

Velvet licked her lips... and gave a slow, lascivious grind.

Vix clapped a hand to his own mouth to contain the pitiful squeak that threatened to burst out of him. He trembled, shaking his head frantically, pleadingly. He started trying to pull out, or at least to push her away, to hold her at bay…

Velvet seemed to giggle. She wriggled slightly, nearly making him cry out again—

—and then swung her legs around him.

Vix’s eyes widened in horror as those plush legs wrapped around his hips to pull him in close.

“Nn!” He couldn’t hold it all in. His cock throbbed with pure need, heedless of his panic. She wasn’t stronger than him, but he couldn’t struggle properly without making a lot of noise, and she knew it.

“Vix?” he heard Disti calling.

Velvet winked.

She started bouncing her legs around him. Bouncing him on top of her. Forcing him to thrust in and out, in and out, in and out…

Vix was panting. His whole body felt immersed in heat. He caught a glimpse through the bushes of Disti turning around to face the other direction.

“Are you there?” he heard her call out.

He barely held in a moan. The sound of her voice nearly made him cum outright. Velvet’s pussy was so tight, and she seemed to know the exact rhythm to ruin his resistance by, and she smelled so… so good…

…

… wait.

The circumstances finally brought some clarity back to him. Even as he thrust in and out of her hot, slick cunt, Vix’s heart started to slam in his chest. He stared down at Velvet as she smiled dreamily up at him, lashes fluttering.

She was making him breed her.

He shook his head desperately. She nodded her head eagerly.

She was trying to make him get her—no, no, no—

“Vix?”

Don’t, he mouthed pleadingly.

The bratty temptress licked her lips and mimed rubbing her tummy with an evil grin.

And she sped up. Faster, faster.

“Don’t!” he whispered at a dangerously unsteady volume as every thrust filled him with bubbling pleasure. He was trying so hard to sound firm, but instead he just sounded pathetic and broken and horny and weak and… and…

plap. plap. plap.

Vix’s brain was starting to cloud again, no matter how desperately he tried to keep it at bay. Velvet’s scent was everywhere, thick, intoxicating, and the sounds of springtime were echoing in his ears, only drowned out by the wet, lewd sounds of breeding.

He realized he was starting to thrust back into her again.

He saw Velvet quivering, saw her eyes starting to cross, her lips parting, and he covered her mouth with his hand barely in time to muffle her moan.

She was close. He was close. His dumb, drooling cock knew exactly what it wanted, springtime instincts were fully taking hold…

“Vix?” Disti was moving away. Thank the gods. Vix couldn’t hold on much longer. He was panting, huffing, and he felt Velvet pulling him in close—close—

Her lips tickled his ear.

“Say it again,” she purred, “buckbrain~”

He swear he could hear her tummy rumble.

And the smug little bunnygirl shoved him right back into her soft, smooth, musky armpit, and the fog took over completely.

“I-I lloove yyou, D-Disstiii~!” he squealed into her armpit, and he felt his cock twitching, throbbing, tingling, and—

spurting.

Pure wanton abandon took hold. He moaned and cried out and bucked, putting the bunnygirl right back into a mating press and thrusting insensibly into her. He heard her squealing around the hand, and that just made him thrust faster, until his hand fell away and she was moaning aloud and he was drunk on Disti’s dumb, drooling crosseyed smile, and he knew he was making the exact same expression as he filled up his wife like Disti’s good dumb buckbrained husband—

Vix shook, shuddered, and fell onto his back. He was panting. He was spent. Her scent was still everywhere, but he felt too tired and weak to even think about acting on the desires humming inside him. Afterglow had him firmly in its clutches, had him purring like a kitten in a sunbeam.

Dimly, dumbly, he wondered if they’d waited long enough. He wondered if Disti had heard, even though a part of him was still struggling to remember that this wasn’t Disti he’d just bred stupid, wasn’t Disti he’d probably just made pregnant like the dumb hopeless buckbrains he was…

… but at least it was over. At least he had a chance to recover. To think of a plan. A brief respite, but one he’d have to take advantage of. Eventually. Once he’d… caught his breath.

He felt Velvet stir next to him.

The next thing he knew, the bunnygirl was springing back up on top, giggling, her whole body possibly aglow with flushed delight. He gasped as her pillowy ass settled right back down in his lap, her eyes sparkling.

Dimly, Vix remembered that whereas bunnyboys were usually worn out by sex, bunnygirls were… very much the opposite.

“There’s a good boy.” She licked her lips. Her ass settled right on his still-dribbling cock, and she began, once again, to grind.

To his horror, Vix felt his cock starting to twitch again.

“But I don’t think,” she went on, “I’m satisfied yet.”

“W-Whuh?” he squeaked.

Velvet leaned in close, smirking shamelessly, and Vix felt another wave of pheromones descending on him, even stronger than before.

“You did soooo good telling me how much you love Disti,” she cooed, stroking his hair affectionately.

Vix swallowed as her bubble butt wriggled. He found his hips already starting to instinctually buck.

“Now admit,” Velvet said sweetly, “that you love me more~”