Earlier that morning…

“Hey, Lop, think you could cover me for the afternoon?”

Lop froze. He turned and blinked at Disti. The bunnygirl smiled at him winningly, and he felt butterflies in his stomach.

“Cover for you?” Lop’s coworker almost never took time off. Guarding the outer gate was high-pressure work. Disti was usually all-business, and so was he, and that was how he was able to remotely focus on his job when sharing a cramped office space with the prettiest and only doe in the Heavensway Warren.

“Yeah.” She leaned back casually against the hydraulics system. “I just… I don’t know, I thought a break might be nice.”

He frowned. “Well… I mean, should we really be leaving only one guard on the gate now? Having the gate unlocked during the springtime is already a big risk.”

“I’ll just be gone a couple hours!”

“Those—those Ivies only took thirty minutes to overtake the Warren.” Lop felt his ears getting hot at the memories.

“That was a special case. None of the scouts have seen any bunnygirls in the pass lately, and the Ivies are long gone.” Disti rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Lop. How many times have I covered for you?”

Lop swallowed. “W-Well—a lot of times, but—”

He stopped short. Disti’s eyes had acquired a sparkle.

Disti pushed herself off the hydraulics system and moved a little closer in. Lop noticed her smile had become a little playful, and he realized he was probably blushing very visibly. “And I always understand. Because, I mean, all these late nights with us cooped up together… in a cramped, cozy room like this…”

He squirmed as Disti came to stand within arm’s reach, one hand on her wide hips as her ass jutted to one side.

“Apparently,” she purred, “you need a lot of breaks. To do what, I wonder?”

The silence that hung between them was as thick as doescent.

“F-Fine!” Lop ducked his head to hide his burning cheeks. “But you owe me!”

“Owe you?” Disti giggled. He heard her skipping toward the door, and couldn’t help but glance up to watch her bubble butt bounce. “Owe you… what, I wonder?”

He bit his lip and averted his gaze. “I-I… Disti, you’re so…”

Disti glanced back at him, eyes sparkling. “Hey, have fun in here without me!” She gave her butt a little wiggle. “All… alone.”

“D-Disti!”

* * *

Oh, I’m going to the Moons for that one.

Nonetheless, Disti made her way through the woodlands with a giddy spring in her step.

Disti actually liked Lop. He was a decent friend and a colleague, and he put in a decent-enough effort towards professionalism most of the time, which was more than she could say for a lot of bucks in the Warren.

He just made it so… easy.

She sighed. They all did.

Vix, though…

She giggled, and her best efforts at guilt quickly gave way to girlish excitement. She was halfway to the pond now. Vix would be running late, as always. He’d be flustered, apologetic, hands clasped in his lap.

She licked her lips. Would he already be hard? Surely not. Stop being a pervert, Disti. He won’t be hard until you’ve moved in close, ‘accidentally’ brushed against him, given him that cute fake-innocent smile… nnf.

She really liked Vix. At least, he was cute. And sweet.

And he let her get away with so much.

Disti lived to see Vix wiggle and squirm. In a warren full of bucks surreptitiously hitting on her or jerking off over her, seeing Vix just freeze up and blush red and start babbling apologies at the slightest thing… it felt refreshingly honest.

And it gave her full permission to be as direct as she liked. It felt forbidden. The cranks in charge of the Heavensway Warren had treated her like an Ancient Power ever since she’d come out, like something dangerous to even look at, something to keep contained and observed at all times.

Vix gave her full freedom to be a little… mean.

Disti’s mind was fully elsewhere. She couldn’t stop thinking about what they’d do—what they weren’t supposed to do—at the pond. She smiled broadly. The melodies of springtime around her only deepened the heat in her chest, and she had to clench her fists to hold in happy humming as she pranced through the woods, heedless of where her feet should fall—

Until she drew to an abrupt halt, nearly tripping and falling forward from the sudden stop, and the real world shot right back into focus.

Disti hadn’t been looking where she was going. She’d been taking the quickest, most direct route to the pond, through the orchards and around the Old Stones.

She’d only noticed just in time that she was about to step on someone.

It was a bunny-nest. Grass and brush had been drawn all around to form a little egg-shaped shelter. During the winter, it would have been blanketed by insulatory snow, helping to keep its hibernating occupant nice and cozy and warm and totally hidden from predators. Even now, it was so well-camouflaged that Disti had almost just trampled right over it.

And inside lay a sleeping bunnygirl.

Disti remained frozen in place, one foot still suspended in the air above the nest. She stared down at the doe, and her heart fluttered.

Disti was one of the tallest in the Heavensway Warren, standing at four-foot-ten-and-three-quarters (she’d measured last week). This little redheaded doe was maybe 4'2". Maybe.

Her hair was done up in a cute bun. Her speckled red ears flopped slightly. Her cheeks were plump and freckled. Her fluffy red bunny tail rose from a curvy, enticing heart-shaped bubble butt, which squished above unspeakable, luscious thighs that almost gave Disti’s own a run for their money. Almost. Her tits definitely had Disti beat—Disti could tell that even with this doe lying on her tummy by how those breasts squished against the ground.

And she smelled… really nice.

As what she was looking at finally started to compute in Disti’s mind, her heart began to quicken. A doe. There was an unknown doe in the Heavensway Pass.

Disti remained hovering on one foot, balanced precariously, barely daring to move. But she needed to move. She needed to get away from here, and fast. Get back to the Warren. Alert the patrols.

She took in a shallow breath, trying to steady herself.

This would be her first major mistake of the day.

Even one little breath, unthinking, brought waves of enticing musk along with the clean air flowing into Disti’s lungs. It was the dangerously sweet musk of a doe approaching her heatcycle, and just the slightest taste had Disti’s mind starting to hum with instinctive desires.

“Nnf~!” She clapped a hand to her mouth, eyelids fluttering. Careful. Careful.

Slowly, she brought her foot back, reversing her step forward into a wide step back. She would back off until she was out of this doe’s potential earshot, then bolt.

But her heart plummeted at the ear-splitting snap of a frost-rimed tuft of grass. The ice crystals stung her bare sole.

The doe's eyes shot open.

Her eyes were bright red, deep, dazzling irises like the setting sun. She blinked blearily, looking around. Her pupils slowly shrank, then dilated again as they settled on the source of the disturbance.

Disti didn't even have time to react before the doe had sprung out of her nest, leaped to her feet, and taken a single bouncy step towards her. “Hiii~!” the doe sang. “Ohmigosh, what's your name?”

Disti was briefly too stunned to process the question fully. Her tongue fumbled over its syllables as she tried not to stare at the doe's bouncing chest. “D-Di—Dis—”

“Dis?” The doe giggled. “Aww, that's such a cuuute name!” She cocked her head to the side, looking Disti up and down. Her lashes fluttered. “My name's Velvet, Dis.”

Disti's cheeks burned. 'Dis' was a... boy's name. Velvet was misunderstanding her. “I—it's actually—”

“Were you coming to wake me?” Velvet took another step closer, bobbing on her tiptoes. She was so much shorter than Disti. Normally that would make Disti feel in control, but something about the way this doe smiled up at her... “That's soooo sweet, Dis!”

“N-nno, I—” Velvet smelled too good. Disti's heart was in a panicked flutter. She took a step back. “What I’m saying is—”

“Huuuh?” Velvet’s bratty voice cut through Disti’s stammering. She blinked big, innocent eyes up at her. “Whaaat? Gosh, you're having trouble talking, aren't you?” She took another step closer, and then another. “Is someone having trouble thiiinking?”

“I—”

“I wonder if you're letting another part of you do all the thinking!” Velvet giggled, reaching a hand down and—

—and brazenly groping Velvet's bulge.

“Maybe that's why you woke me up.”

Disti barely held in a startled squeal. She knew every flustered reaction was just encouraging Velvet, just making Velvet hornier, and the hornier Velvet got, the thicker those pheromones would get, and it would feel so good to just start breathing in deep, start huffing, let instincts take over...

“Or maybe you were hoping I… wouldn't wake up.” Velvet's voice dripped with sadistic glee. She rose to her tiptoes, and her voice went soft and sultry. “Maybe... you were hoping to take advantage of li'l old me~?”

Disti shook her head frantically, but her arousal was growing, filling her lungs and choking her words like thick, intoxicating smoke. “No, I—I'm—I’m—”

Velvet’s eyes sparkled. “Naughty boy~”

“I-I'm not!”

“Not what~?” Velvet was moving closer. Closer. “Not horny? Not perrrvy? Not—-”

“I'm." Disti screwed all her willpower into place, drew herself up straight, and affixed her voice as steady as it could stay. “I am n… I am not a boy, Velvet.”

Velvet stopped in her tracks. She blinked.

Her cheeks filled with color.

“Oh my gosh, I'm—I'm so sorry.” She shook her head frantically. “I wasn't trying to—I just, you were acting like a boy, like, getting all flustered and stuff—”

“It's—it's fine, really—” Just back up. Please back up.

“And like, Dis is a boy name usually!” Velvet gave a little pout. “So you're kind of making it harder for me, really, and—”

“I-It's Disti, actually. You interr—”

“And in fairness!” Velvet smiled sheepishly, eyes flicking downwards. “Gosh, that... I guess I just wasn't thinking straight, waking up to that right in front of me, huh?”

Disti could feel her ears burning. She smiled politely and took an unsteady step back. “I, um, guess you weren't.” She smiled weakly. “Thinking straight, I mean.”

Velvet raised an eyebrow, and her eyes narrowed slightly. She gave a little huff. “Well. Like, I don’t see why… I mean, I said I was sorry, and again, I did just wake up, and your bulge is—”

“No! I mean...” Disti giggled nervously. “I mean you weren't thinking straight.”

Velvet blinked twice. “Oh. Oh.” Her face broke out once more into a brilliant smile, and she giggled. “Oh my gosh, you're so funny, Disti!” She bounced forward and, to Disti's shock, seized Disti in a big, tight hug. “It's so nice to meet another girl out here! Not that I wasn't excited to make some buck all nice and heated up—like, you know, how it is, right?”

“R-Right,” Disti squeaked. Don't breathe in. Don't breathe in. Oh, ffuck, she's—she's so soft...

“But waking up to another girl is so nice, too!” Velvet finally pulled back, but then immediately clasped Disti's hand in both of hers—her hands were so small and dainty—and Disti thought she was going to melt. “I mean, there's nothing more fun than buck-hunting with a girlfriend, right?”

Disti nodded, smiling placidly.

Inside, she was a fucking shipwreck dashed against the rocks and bitten in half by a whale.

On the one hand, this was brand-new for her. She hadn't seen another doe in a long, long while, and she hadn't known she was a doe herself back then, so they'd just treated her like... well. Immediately being taken into a girl's confidence, treated like one of them… even by a doe this manipulative, this totally devoid of ethics... it had something fluttering inside her.

On the other hand, Disti was utterly hopeless around other girls. Just handholding had her feeling a little molten and squishy inside. As mean as Velvet had been a second ago, now she was smiling and complimenting Disti, and everything inside Disti hungered to accept the affection and to try to get more of it. She could already feel the beginnings of yet another doomed crush forming. Velvet had said ‘girlfriend’, but ‘girlfriend’ didn’t mean ‘girlfriend’, it just meant ‘girl-friend’ because Velvet was obviously almost definitely straight...

And then there was the third hand. The tail end of it, as bunnyfolk liked to say.

Disti had been taking the herbs for going on six months now, at the Warren leaders' insistence. Those herbs were to prevent her from generating the exact same breeding pheromones, the same intoxicating heatscent, which Velvet had just absolutely drenched her in.

They also made her exactly as vulnerable to the heatscent as any buck would be.

“Gosh, and that's another thing.” Velvet's singsong voice snapped Disti out of her thoughts as she felt the doe give her hand an impatient squeeze. Velvet’s eyes shimmered with delight. “That's the other reason you had me confused, you know. For a second, when I woke up, before I even saw you...”

She licked her lips. Plump, luscious, naturally pink. Her eyes seemed to fill with hearts as she held Disti's captive gaze.

“... I swear I smelled buckscent in the air.”

Disti's heart started to pound in her chest.

“O-Oh?”

“Uh-huh!” Velvet giggled, squeezing Disti's hand with excitement. “Gosh, can you imagine? A buck all the way up in the Pass, caught alone between the two of us?”

Disti swallowed. She managed a smile. “Oh, wow, that'd be... so fun. But what are the odds right?”

She smelled her. Velvet smelled Disti. She didn’t know yet, but she would realize it soon, and then, girl or no… Get out of here. Run!

But Velvet was still holding her hand. Disti could probably overpower Velvet, but wrestling... never went well when one opponent was getting steadily drugged by the other's thick, addictive scent with every breath they took in.

Disti felt weak just thinking about it.

“I know, it sounds crazy! But...” Velvet pouted, putting a finger to her lips. “Mm, I definitely smell those weak little pheromones bucks give off. You know, the ones that just...” She sucked slightly on her fingertip, blinking big eyes up at Disti. “... make me wanna make him do such naughty things to me.”

Her eyes flittered downward between Disti's legs.

Disti's heart filled her throat.

She knows.

She can't.

She has to know. It's too big.

Those hearts in her eyes... does she really not realize?

Velvet let out a sigh. “Oh, it's, like, sooo unfair! I swear I smell it, but...” She leaned around Disti, frowning, as if the buck would be caught hiding directly behind her. “Mmf, it's driving me crazy.”

“M-Maybe it's just your imagination? From a dream?”

“Maybe.” Velvet rubbed her thighs together. Disti felt a little gooey inside at the sight. “I just feel so… bothered.”

“Yeah, I... know what you mean.” Let go of my hand I need to run I need to run...

Velvet kept stealing glances downward. That wasn't just in Disti's head. That was real.

“And I mean, sure, my imagination can go nuts, but my body? My body smells buckscent, Disti.” Velvet smiled. Licked those luscious pink lips. “And our instincts know more than us, sometimes.”

“Mm.” Disti nodded weakly. Her cheeks were burning. She knew if Velvet had had Disti’s experience in spotting weakness, she’d probably have been pinned by now. “M-Maybe you’re right.”

“Mm.” Velvet let out a sigh, squeezing Disti’s hand dangerously close to her cleavage. “And gosh, like, it doesn't help that earlier, when I thought you were a buck, and I saw… that...”

Her eyes darted down to Disti's bulge. She licked her lips again. Disti's ears picked up the slick, wet, lewd sound, and tingles of pleasure ran down the back of her neck. She nearly whimpered out loud.

Of all the days to wear the tight-tight shorts…

“I mean...” Velvet smiled up at her slightly. “You gotta admit, it's awfully big for a doe's!”

“I—yeah, I guess so.”

“I've known other fallflowers, and usually their cocks would shrink a little after they... realized, y’know?” Velvet gave her hand a squeeze. “Aren’t small girlcocks sooo cute?”

Disti nodded weakly. Not straight. Not straight. Definitely not straight.

“But yours… mmm…” Velvet’s brow furrowed. Her eyes almost crossed as she seemed to think very hard. “I mean, it’s super-duper cute, too, obviously, but it's also almost like...”

She trailed off.

She licked her lips again. “... no, that wouldn’t make sense...”

Disti’s head was spinning. She couldn't take much more of this. It was taking all her will not to let her hands slip down and just—and gods, every time Velvet so much as glanced at her girlcock it wanted to twitch, and if it started drooling even the tiniest bit, the scent would be basically impossible to miss...

Velvet's head perked up. “Ooh! Wait a second.”

She sniffed the air. Her little nose twitched.

“The scent just got stronger. Way stronger.”

Disti’s heart stopped. “R-Really?”

“Yeah!” Velvet nodded eargerly. She tilted her head, sniffing again. “Gosh, where is it coming from?...”

“I—” At long last, Disti's mind finally, finally found its footing. “You know, I... thought I smelled it, too, now that you mention it. Earlier. When I was traveling.”

“Huh? You did?” Velvet's eyes widened in excitement. “And you didn't, like, immediately try to hunt him down?”

“Y-Yeah!” Disti nodded quickly. “I mean, no. I was kinda distracted at the time, um, getting breakfast.“

“Oh, Disti.” Velvet giggled, reaching up to pat Disti on the head. Disti tried not to shiver as the little bunnygirl stroked one of her ears between thumb and forefinger. “You've got a lottt to learn about being a girl! Good thing you found the best buckhunter this side of the Rose Valley. I’m gonna, like, take you under my wing from now on.”

Disti’s mind was racing. It had to, or else she’d linger on what Velvet was saying to her, and it would melt right back down into flustered goopy nonsense. “I—I think I saw it by the... by the olive grove, over to the southeast.”

Perfect. The olive grove was nowhere near the Heavensway or the pool, and it was upwind of them, explaining why Velvet could smell it. Disti prayed that would put Velvet off the scent long enough for her to meet up with Vix and get back to the Warren. She turned and pointed. “It's over that way! You… can't miss it.”

* * *

Velvet followed Disti's finger, heart fluttering in excitement. She normally hated getting woken up when the frost was still on the ground, but this was shaping up to be her favorite spring awakening yet. A buck! And she'd get to share him with her new friend! Her new funny, adorable, weirdly nice-smelling friend.

Abubble with excitement, she released Disti and bounced a few steps in the direction indicated. “Okay! Okay, yeah, let's go check it out! I bet even if he’s gone, we’ll definitely be able to get the scent!”

She flashed a grin back at Disti, who had stepped away for some reason. “I’m gonna show you aaaall the best ways to tease a boy silly with that big, dumb, needy cock of his.” She tried not to glance downward.

Disti nodded, smiling slightly. She seemed nervous. Aw, poor fallflower. I bet it’s gonna be her first time catching a buck like this. Good thing she has me to take care of her now!~

She turned back to the path ahead, body abuzz with almost predatory excitement. For a moment, she just stood still and breathed in deep.

This was gonna be so fun. With how strong that scent was, that buck had to be a mess. Maybe he was even jerking off already. Nnf, she could interrupt him and make him spurt and ruin for her. She loved doing that.

Maybe there'd even be more than one to poach.

More to share with her cute new friend~

She turned around again with a broad smile. “Okay, Disti, let’s g—”

She stopped short, and blinked in confusion.

Disti was gone.

Velvet’s head tilted, and then she gave a pout. I guess she’s even shyer than I thought.

* * *

Disti didn't stop running until she made it to the pond.

There, the crashing of snowmelt spilling into the plunge pool from fifteen feet above finally provided some blessed solace of noise to drown out the birds’ mating songs from above—not to mention Disti’s own pattering heartbeat.

She stumbled over to a large flat rock overlooking the pool. Small patches of those funny blue flowers—she was pretty sure they were called crocuses—grew around the pool, and the sun shone directly upon the stone’s surface, making it nice and warm beneath her soles.

She sat down on the rock and took a deep breath in, rolling her shoulders, kicking her feet in the freezing water…

… and trying to focus her mind on anything other than the twitching, halfway-to-drooling need between her legs.

“F-Fuck,” she breathed out.

Velvet's smile was still flashing before her eyes. That smug, knowing look. The shamelessness of her groping Disti's cock like it already belonged to her. Those big tits squishing together and bouncing from side to side with every bobbing step. Disti could see it all in her mind still, rosy-pink and exaggerated, slowed-down, every little jiggle achingly emphasized…

And her girlcock gave a faint throb.

Disti whimpered softly. Her hand drifted between her legs, almost of its own accord.

Velvet’s giggle echoed in her ears. Disti knew she should wrench her hand away. Knew that this was a big risk, even with her potential predator diverted, even with the means of washing off mere inches away. All it would take was one errant breeze, or for Velvet to decide to pass up on buckhunting and try to track down her new friend, to walk in at the exact wrong moment…

... Velvet licking those luscious lips, that bratty gleam in her eyes… the way she’d look at Disti when she realized her cute new girlfriend was just as easy to torment and control and addict as any dumb, breeding buck…

Disti's fingertips settled on her bulge. It twitched needily beneath her touch.

It would feel so good to give in to it. Just a little.

It couldn’t hurt, could it? Just a little rubbing. Then she’d wash off. It’d be… fine…

Her mouth watered as she breathed in deep, and her whole body shook and cock throbbed as Velvet's scent filled her lungs again. Fuck, her clothes were covered in heatscent. Drenched in it.

Her fingertip started to press against the tip, rubbing ever-so-slightly through the thin fabric of her shorts... fuck, the thinness was supposed to be making Vix weaker, not her...

Disti realized she was fully on the edge now. She was panting, rubbing steadily with those two fingertips alone, keeping herself close, close, close...

She whimpered and forced her hand away. She clenched her fists. Focus, girl.

She started hurriedly unbuttoning her white shirt, then, after fumbling a few buttons, just tore it off. Fuck it, she'd just get a new shirt when she got back.

A sigh of relief crept from her as she undid the wrappings around her chest, allowing ample teardrop-shaped breasts to spill out. They weren't even close to Velvet's size, but she still wrapped them for the boys' sake. Her ass was unfair enough as it was.

Right now, her tits were drenched in sweat, but at least it was only her own sweat.

Disti stood up shakily, kicked her shorts away from her, took a deep breath of relatively Velvet-clear air, and dove headfirst into the pool.

Disti’s nervous system squealed in upset as overwhelming cold took hold of her whole body. A pair of crayfish scattered as she sank almost to the very bottom of the pool.

It was snowmelt. Of course it was freezing. But it cleared her head faster than anything.

Disti stayed down there, enjoying the silent clarity, until the chill had numbed her too deep to shiver.

Then the bunnygirl breached the surface, gasping in air, and clambered back onto the rock. She flopped down and let out a weary sigh.

Disti lay there for a while. She enjoyed the fresh, floral scents of springtime around her; the buzzing of the bees starting to awaken, the feel of the sun on her skin easing the goosebumps. Her gentle shivers subsided, and she let out a deep, tranquilized sigh. With the sun shining directly down on her, it was actually extremely cozy here.

Disti gave a leisurely stretch. She wondered what Vix would think if he walked in now. The thought made her giggle. Vix seeing her totally naked, her luscious hips on full display, her ass sticking up in the air as her tits squished against the warm rock.

Would he get hard on the spot? If she gave her butt a little wiggle, would he...

She pushed the thought gently down. It was a little too mean.

That didn't mean she wouldn't do it. Just that it felt mean to premeditate.

Disti giggled softly. Vix would be here soon. She probably did need to get dressed. As tempting as it would be to torment him, what they'd actually need to do was make a beeline back to the Warren together and put out the alarm that there was at least one doe on the hunt in the Pass right now. Unprepared, even a whole patrol would be easy prey for her musk and for their own instincts, and hijacking a patrol would make it that much easier for Velvet to find a way into the Warren proper, and then…

Disti considered herself basically an expert at resisting temptation by this point. Velvet would destroy the bucks she lived with. And even Disti had… struggled.

She bit her lip. What she'd ached to do to Velvet... what kinds of faces Velvet would have made if Disti had just pulled down her shorts and grabbed that ass and...

She shook herself. No. She'd finally cleared her head; no getting turned on again. The cold water helped, at least. Her girlcock was again soft and delicate, safely squished between her own thighs where it couldn't do any harm.

Vix would get here, Disti would tell him what she saw, and they'd hurry back to the Warren together. The date would have to wait.

Speaking of Vix, what time was it, anyways?

Disti stretched, then rolled over, reaching up her hand to shield her eyes as she squinted up towards the sky.

The sun was almost directly over head.

Her breath caught. She lurched to a sitting position, blinking away sunspots. It was noon. It was past noon. That was unfashionably late, even for Vix.

Disti's nails dug slightly into her palms. Had Vix... stood her up?

No way. No buck would. And more importantly, Vix would never.

Disti grabbed her clothes and climbed to her feet, throwing on the shirt and pulling on her panties as quickly as possible without putting something on inside-out or backwards.

A shudder slipped through her as she breathed in and registered that they still had her own doescent all over them.

And...

She took another involuntary breath in. Then a deeper one.

She lowered her head, lifted up her shirt slightly, and huffed.

Velvet's.

Velvet's doescent was covering Disti's clothes.

Disti trembled. Another breath came in, and her hand slipped down to her side. Fuck. Fuck. She needed to take this edge off. Needed to... to... no, no, nn...

Her ears twitched. A microsecond later, a sound registered with her, and Disti's hand snapped away from her lap.

She’d heard what sounded like a distant choked cry.

“Vix?” she called out reflexively.

She immediately bit her tongue. Don't cry out, idiot. It could have been anyone!

Just because the cry sounded kind of... pitiful doesn't mean it's him.

She chewed her bottom lip. The cry had come from downwind, meaning they'd catch her scent before she caught theirs. Thank the gods she hadn't started jerking off yet.

Still wishing desperately she'd asked to borrow one of the masks today, Disti gently padded away from the pool and back into the woods.

She told herself anxiously that Velvet couldn't have found Vix. The olive grove was nowhere near the path here. Vix would've had to have taken a wild detour to wind up there, and she had no idea why he'd have done that. Had Velvet caught his scent and rerouted before reaching the grove? Had the wind shifted?

She bit her lip. She still couldn't smell anything, but she was upwing. And she swore she'd heard something.

“Vix?” she whispered, not daring to speak up louder this time.

She made her way deeper into the forest and came to stop in a small clearing. The forest was still. No birdsong, no chittering squirrels. That alone was suspicious.

Disti swallowed. She looked around, nose twitching.

Scent was everywhere. Doescent. Buckscent. But the herbs made her give off buckscent, so... was it just her clothes again?

Or was Vix somewhere around here, captured by that saucy, breedable brat?

If he was, Disti would have to act. She was sure she could at least get Vix clear. Maybe she could even knock Velvet unconscious if she was quick. She just needed to find the pair.

Needed to stop thinking about... about what they might be doing.

About Vix thrusting into Velvet, seeing Velvet's face contort with pleasure.

Velvet's ass jiggling, bouncing, accepting that cock, drugging her lover with breeding musk, addicting them to her doescent, marking them as hers.

Vix reduced to her brainless, buckbrained plaything, hopeless, hypnotized, breeddrunk and lost to pure pleasure...

Velvet's eyes aglow with hearts, her tits jggling, bouncing, squishing together so her cleavage formed a cute little heart-shape to match her luscious figure...

Disti covered her mouth to hold in a whimper as her own cock twitched. No. No, no, no, not now...

A soft, needy moan reached her ears.

For a moment, Velvet was sure it was her perverted, horny imagination playing tricks on her.

But. No. That was real.

And it was coming from about ten paces away from her.

* * *

Vix blushed furiously as the involuntary moan slipped from his lips. He clung to the grass beneath him, whimpering softly as Velvet grinded her ass against him.

“Wh... what?” he managed dazedly. He could barely focus on what she'd just said through the pink mists of pleasure and breedscent. But it had sounded... had sounded like...

“Tell me,” Velvet said, smugness dripping from her increasingly unregulated voice, “that you love me more, dummy.”

Vix's heart started to pound in his chest.

To his horror, Velvet's insufferable smirk widened with wickedness. “Oh, I heeear that,” she cooed. She bounced her ass. Plap. Plap. Plap. “Is my wittle buckbrained bunnyboy's heart starting to flutter at the idea of admitting how totally infatuated he is with the pretty girl who's claiming him~?”

“Y-You haven't,” Vix gasped, hopeless to keep his cock from throbbing. He'd just cum—!

But the scents around him, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of a tight, slick, hot pussy...

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Bunnyboy bodies were built for breeding. He didn't stand a chance.