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green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle · 5 months ago

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SECOND BURN

Masochist!Jiaoqiu x fem!domina!reader + 18 fanfic

Inspired by Jiaoqiu's love for stinging sensations and author's need to praise the shit out of this fox.

including: bondage, spanking, waxplay, petplay, aftercare, HEAVY PRAISE KINK, Jiaoqiu having a brat attitude.

TW: (B)(D)(S)(M)

- I told you, I know how to make you relax, darling. - woman dressed in black, lace lingerie purred seductively. Her long fingers were rubbing sensitive spots on Jiaoqiu's feet mercilessly, it was clear she knew both her craft and his body perfectly.

- Of course, you always know what works on me, y/n. - Foxian moaned quietly, his eyes taking in every part of her appearance. Golden details on floral pattern of her panties, satin cord binding her corset, long and thin rod with silicon paddle attached to her hip. Her body was flawless in his eyes, shaped in the most sinful way. Every part of her was alluring, from soft lips tinted red to rose perfume, Jiaoqiu just couldn't get enough.

- But I can tell something is off... - woman smiled mockingly, showing her white teeth. - What is it, my dear?

Foxian hesitated for a second before speaking up in slightly trembling voice.

- I just don't understand... How exactly are those ties supposed to help me unwind?

His naked body hanged in the air, red ropes digging into his flesh a little bit too tight. Elegant knots were sure to leave his porcelain skin bruised but he knew how to take care of that later. With his knees pushed close to his chest and those delicate thighs on display he was quite a sight, y/n could only stare shamelessly with the eyes of a predator.

- Well, sometimes it's good to realize we don't have to control everything in our lives, it's okay to simply let go of that and let others take care of us. - she giggled when his muscles relaxed in response to her words. As quick as tension left him it returned twice as intense when her paddle smacked his fragile feet. Jiaoqiu inhaled sharply, curling his toes.

- What was that for? - he was bold enough to question despite knowing better already.

- How dare you even ask? - woman run her finger on the length of her paddle. - What did I tell you about calling me by my name when we are in the bedroom?

- I'm sorry, forgive me Miss. - he begged trying to come off as sincerely as he could, secretly hoping she would punish him further either way. Y/n gripped her tool tighter and pouted like a spoiled child.

- Oh, I'm sure you are. - she scoffed at him. - I saw your dick getting harder when I hit you, don't try to fool me, boytoy.

- Looks like you got me, Little Miss. - he gave her his signature bright smile. Not even a glimpse of embarrasment visible on his face.

- Enough. - she finally got serious to Jiaoqiu's delight. - I will spank your audacious ass and you will count for me, got it?

- Of course ma'am. - he chuckled. Y/n promised to herself she will get that sassy grin off his face. She raised her hand and aimed at his right buttock.

- One...two...three... - he whined out each number seductively, moving his hips to tease her even more.

- Louder, pet! - she commanded, striking exceptionally strong blow on his ass.

- Make me louder, Little Miss...I thought you knew how to do that. - he provoked her, putting her into much meaner mood.

- You are such an unbelievable brat. - she hissed. - I will teach you manners, you dog!

Jiaoqiu just laughed at her attitude wiggling his toes at her. She struck him across the buttocks once more.

- Four...five...six...seven... oh fuck! Aeons, don't stop! - she swung at him harder and faster each time, again and again. His voice started to break and words came off as cries. Satisfied Y/n admired how tears rolled down his cheeks, dick twitching wildly after every harsh strike. He forgot to count, whimpering like a puppy for his mistress. - Fuck, so good! Hurts so much!

As soon as she noticed precum leaking from his tip she stopped, ignoring his pleas for more. He was trembling, choking on his own cries. Still, he yearned for more. Y/n reached for the candle on her nightstand, it's flame high and flickering. With sadistic smile she held it above Jiaoqiu's feet. His eyes widened in fear and anticipation. In a second drops of hot wax fell on his toes and went down towards his heel. It wasn't as hot as he expected but he could definitely feel the burn.

- Do you like that? - y/n's voice was confident and unwavering.

- It's... different. - Jiaoqiu uttered, breathing heavily.

- Do you want me to stop? - y/n asked, this time in gentle voice.

- No. - foxian responded immediately, not caring about his dignity anymore. Y/n laughed at his eagerness, relieved that he allowed her to fulfill her fantasy and wanted it as well.

When he got used to this sensation she poured some of the wax over his ass instead, it solidified on his buttocks in form of long, white stains. When the hot fluid touched his irritated, slightly bruised flesh he scowled in pain and pleasure, losing control over his body. He could barely breathe as his limbs clenched involuntarily. After few seconds y/n put the candle back on the nightstand, letting him relax again, this time fully. She carefully caressed his swollen bottom, until his tears dried up completely. He hanged in the air without resistance, unable to think anymore. Unable to hate himself anymore.

Y/N let his body down on the bed and swiftly cut through the ropes, letting him rest in natural position. She sat by his side and reached towards her nightstand, taking half empty bottle of coconut oil into her hand. She let the cold oil drip down on his still erect member, Jiaoqiu whimpered and opened his golden eyes a bit.

- Can I play with it for a bit? I promise to be gentle. - woman gave him genuine, kind smile. He nodded his head, allowing her to take care of him.

Her hands rubbed his dick slowly, soothingly. Groans of pleasure emitted from the back of his throat when one of her hands slid down to play with his balls.

- How are you, Jiaoqiu? Did I overdo it today? - she asked in soft voice.

- No, I'm good. Don't worry, I asked for it, remember? - he looked her in the eye. - I can take so much more.

- That doesn't mean you should always do so. If it's ever too much, tell me immediately, ok? - she pressed a little kiss to the tip of his member.

- Of course. Y/n, can you do something for me? - he grew shy out of nowhere.

- Everything for my pretty pet. What do you wish for darling? - she encouraged.

He blushed heavily before admitting what he hoped for since he invited her before.

- Miss, can you ride me? I was so good for you today. - Jiaoqiu did his best puppy eyes to convince her.

- You deserve a reward for being a good boy. I will grant your wish. - y/n decided.

She got on top of him and slid on his dick. She gave herself a few seconds to adjust to his size and moved, making slow and sensual circles on his abdomen, getting deep moans out of him. She took his face in her hands and gave him a kiss. With their foreheads touching she whispered sweet words to him.

- Jiaoqiu, you are a wonderful man. Don't look away baby. You are one of the kindest and most considerate people I know. - Y/n kissed his forehead and nose. - You are talented, capable of reaching any goal you will pursue, as a chef and as a healer. You are my ambitious, smart and hard-working boy. You are important and precious. So don't ever look down on yourself again.

Now his blush reached even his ears. If not y/n's hands holding him in place he would have looked away already.

- I didn't expect you to chant positive affirmations in my ear during the session, Miss...- he chuckled nervously. She stopped grinding into him and gazed straight into his eyes.

- I wish you could see yourself through my eyes at least once. You would carry yourself like a prince after that. - there was not a hint of irony in her words, she meant what she said and it was the final push for Jiaoqiu. He let go and closed his eyes. Y/n planted a few more kisses over his cheeks and collarbones.

- Miss, I beg you. Please, fuck me already. - he whined out suddenly. - I don't mind you shoving your doting side to me at all, but after all this delightful torture I need to finally cum or I might go insane.

Y/n giggled, not even mad at his attitude. After all he went through in recent days he can be a little greedy, as a treat. She wanted to spoil her handsome pet for awhile, it was such an ideal occasion. She resumed her grinding, this time much deeper and a bit harder. Jiaoqiu's overstimulated body couldn't take it for long.

- Miss, I beg you, I will be so good for you, I'm your golden boy...Ah! - he whimpered.

- Aww, that's right cutie. You are my perfect lover. - she cooed at him.

- Yes, I love being your good boy! Please, use my body Miss!

Sight of her darling all flushed and hot, eyes teary with pleasure...It woke her wild side up. Her last moves before he came were rough, fast and needy, bed squeaked as if it was about to break into pieces. When he tasted the sweet release his hips bucked into her, hitting all the right spots. She came instantly, squirting over his abdomen.

She collapsed into his welcoming arms and found her safe place to come down from her high in them, their sweaty bodies slowly cooling down. It took her a few minutes to gather herself enough to get up.

- So, do you have energy for a shower or would you like me to rub you down with wet washcloth? - she asked quietly, doing her best to not startle him.

- Can we stay still for now? Just few minutes longer. I need this. Do you know how much I've missed you? - Jiaoqiu was always so honest and raw in his afterglow. Y/n loved that about him.

- I'm glad you did. I hoped you would. Cause I missed you so much too.- she admitted. If he wanted to be so sincere, so could she.

- Did you really mean it? - his eyes, for once wide open, found hers. So rarely could she admire all the amber shades shimmering inside of them. - All those nice things you told me before...

- Of course! - she assured him with confidence. - I meant every single word and if you want me to, I can engrave all of them into your skin with my kisses, again and again, till you understand how precious you are.

- Thank you for always believing in me, even when I don't believe in myself. - he smiled, not with his usual learned smile shining like a million dollars, but for the first time in ages genuinely. Y/n realized that she loves it more than anything in this world. They fell asleep in each other's arms, two tired souls creating a safe harbor for themselves in harsh world they happened to live in, entwined through pain and pleasure.

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rabioa · 5 months ago

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Un-Leashed Affections

Vox x Hellhound!Reader - Fluff - Gender Neutral

Vox doesn't go back on his promises. The leashes arrive, and he's more than happy to tease you with them. You trusted Vox with your life, but recently with all the new changes to his behavior, you were left lost in what he could do next. With new development into your relationship, you both reach uncharted waters of vulnerability and intimacy. Perhaps one day you'll gather the courage to say the L word?

TW: Unsexualized petplay(? Reader is a Hellhound so it comes with the territory?), Vox is called master, any Hazbin Hotel warnings

So, this is part 2 to Collar-ful Engravings. I went the more emotional and sappier route for this because I think the symbolism of the leash being new grounds for both of you is hella cute. Also I love slowburn and the development of Reader's and Vox's relationship. I know this may not be what others were expecting with leashes and stuff, but writing this made me happy so take it or leave it lol

You pressed the shiny buttons on the vending machine, receiving an overpriced bag of chips. You were in the mood for something salty after all. As you walked back you opened the snack and began to eat. As you approached the metal door it automatically opened, revealing Vox inside his penthouse.

Today was a rare day where both of you could relax for a bit. You made your way up to Vox, about to sit next to him when he grabbed your wrist, tugging you forward. You didn't resist, allowing him to make you neatly straddle him.

Your cheeks flushed at the intimate position. One of his hands rested on your hip, the other stubbornly behind him and out of view. His touch didn't help make you less flustered.

After he put a collar on you, he seemed to have grown a lot more touchy. Sure he was touchy then, but it felt more possessive and show-offy than anything. Now, it felt affectionate? Of course that was just you looking into things. There was no way he was genuinely being affectionate… right?

He called out your name, snapping you from his thoughts. You didn't even realize you were spiraling into a big pink mess. “Yes, sir?” You prompted. You didn't dare to eat your bag of chips, but you nervously traced the edges of the bag, making quiet crinkling noises.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered and you silently obeyed. You were nervous, not out of fear, but out of anticipation. You trusted Vox with your life, but recently with all the new changes to his behavior, you were left lost in what he could do next.

The hand on your hip began to travel, gently caressing random parts of your skin: your shoulder, side, cheek, and really wherever else he wanted. “Who's a good Hellhound? My perfect Hellhound.” he chuckled.

You mentally cursed yourself for how your tail wagged softly at the praise. You felt your collar adjust. He always liked toying with your collar. Some days he would trace his name on your collar as if signing his claim on you. Your ears twitched when you heard some metal click. His hands were still on your collar (since when did the second hand get there?) and he gently brushed against your neck, making your breath hitch feebly. His claws traced your skin gently. He was always so gentle with you, something you found absurd since you had literally torn people apart upon his command before. Now that life of bodyguarding seemed so far away.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. The first you noticed when you opened your eyes is he held a strip of leather in his hands. Your eyes followed the path of the leather until you realized belatedly that it was connected to you. Oh my. Your cheeks turned red. He leashed you.

“The leash finally came in. Look at that! It suits you perfectly, wouldn't you agree?” He complimented, casually tracing the neat seams in the leather.

You felt so embarrassed and flustered. You abandoned your bag of chips in favor of covering the bottom of your face with your paw and averting your gaze. You completely forgot he mentioned you'd get a leash too. The collar you could handle, in fact, you had seen plenty of Hellhounds with collars. The leash though? Much less common, at least in public.

“T-thank you, sir,” your voice was muffled by your hand.

He didn't seem to be having any of that. With a grin far too wide and smug, he tugged the leash, forcing you to lean closer into him and focus on his face once more. One of his hands abandoned the leash to pull your obstructive hand away. “Why so shy? You look amazing, dear,” he teased.

“It's- It's too nice for–” You were about to delve into another degrading monologue about yourself but couldn't even finish your sentence. He tugged the leash down, only allowing you to make a small yelp before your face pressed into his chest. His free hand threaded up to cradle your head, petting your ears.

He tutted. “Oh shush, none of that. I thought we talked about this. What did I say?” He admonished you, patting your head to emphasize his message.

You inhaled deeply; the comforting smell of fancy cologne and glass cleaner filled your senses; It was a reassuring smell. You sighed softly, allowing your tense body to relax. “That insulting myself is insulting you,” you muttered, your voice muffled.

He had given you the order to stop speaking so lowly of yourself, lecturing you for a long while one day. It was the only order you had trouble following.

“There we go! You see dear, confidence is key. Now give me a big smile and show off those pretty little canines.” He gently pried you out from his chest. You smiled at him, unable to hold back the laughter in your throat.

He chuckled with you before grabbing your abandoned snack. He fed you chip by chip. You let out a content sigh, closing your eyes as you reflected. Your life used to be a bleak and endless routine of labor and boredom. After Vox got you though, your life changed for the better. You got to see new places, see new demons, and eventually, you got to feel a life of luxury.

“Thank you, sir,” you spoke softly, “for everything. I'm so happy you're my master. It's the best thing that's happened in my life.” When the stream of chips stopped, you looked up at his face.

His eyes were wide, his mouth small as he looked at you. Everything was still in the room as he stared at you. Did you mess up? Maybe that was too much emotion. You hoped you didn’t fuck up. You couldn’t bear the idea of him not liking you.

Your ears adjusted, picking up the quietest sound of his internal fans humming faster. He didn't have a heartbeat, nor did he need to breathe, but his internal workings were ever so slightly audible when you focused.

He let out a soft laugh, the sound affectionate as he smiled at you, finally snapping out of his stunned state. One hand patted your head, petting you. “Yeah. I'm glad too. You are quite the asset,” he murmured. Despite the last sentence, he looked as soft as a cloud, gently holding you as his eyes revealed a plethora of sweetness. You felt immediate relief, realizing that he was just trying to figure out how to navigate these waters.

You burst into fits of giggles and he seemed puzzled at your reaction. “You make everything sound so capitalistic!” You teased him.

It took him a moment to figure out what you were referring to, but when he did he let out an indignant laugh. “You're so mean! We have a sappy moment and then you bully me. I should fry you for this!” He retorted, amused, tugging on your leash for good measure.

Eventually, the laughter calmed down. The both of you sat in silence; It was a bit awkward now. Straddling him meant you had to face him, even during the silence. You couldn't think of anything to fill the void and although you knew Vox would be able to pull out some bullshit small talk on you, you didn't want it right now.

That interaction was vulnerable, raw even. It was new territory for both of you. You didn't want to just brush it off with some small talk in the end. You slid off his lap, his eyes narrowing and his hand clenching the leash, ready to pull you in. It seemed he got very comfortable fast with the leash, much to your flustered dismay.

Your actions warranted no consequence though, since you sat beside him, laying down so your head rested on his lap. At least that way your head could face somewhere that isn't him. Without missing a beat his fingers brushed your hair, claws teasing your scalp.

He seemed content with the lull in conversation. You could hear internal motors running and gears turning as he processed the last five minutes. You amused yourself with the idea of a VoxTek logo gliding across his screen like a DvD screen saver. It would be pretty funny if his screen did that, but you doubted it.

You didn't dare look up at him to check though. There was some kind of feeling as if he needed to not be seen right now. That looking up at him would ruin the magic, would be something bad. It was just all silly little theories that the anxious voice in your head whispered. In truth, you believed that he was just thinking hard and that you needed to give him that space to think. He was seldom in silence after all.

Your blinks turned sluggish. Each blink lingered closed for longer and longer. To you, it was ironic, since earlier in the day you had so much energy and were so ready to take on the day. Perhaps it was time to turn in for the night (or was it day? You had no idea in this room). You internally blamed the energy crash on Vox making you stutter and flush like an idiot each time he gave you a gift.

“Hey, sir?” You called out gingerly.

There was a pause from him until he realized you wanted some kind of verbal affirmation that he heard. “Yes?”

You stayed silent for a beat, thinking. You honestly spoke without thinking. It was the definition of ‘I didn't expect to get this far’. What did you want to tell him? I think I love you? Please don't ever abandon me? I'm so happy you treat me so kindly, even if it's just to piss off your arch-nemesis?

“Good night.” The words were simple, definitely not living up to the build-up, but there would always be other days thought for you to lay your heart bare before him, for now you needed sleep.

#hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #vox #hazbin vox #vox fluff #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox

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leloille · 6 months ago

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this might become my intro post

This is a NSFW blog so minors DNI

I'm a switch. This blog is for my dom side. Its too embarrassing to have my second blog listed here but you can ask me for it.

my pics: #leloille

I get attached very easily. If I like you I will try to make you fall in love with me and get you attached to me.

You can’t be my gf.

I’m sorry if I hurt you emotionally I’m trying not to (unless u ask for it)

There’s no reason to get jealous over me

I like:

- Objectification / treating them like a toy

- Size difference

- Cnc / freeuse

- You!

- Petplay

- Breeding as a concept

- When someone is obsessed with me

- Intox (you or me)

- more but i forgot

Uncertain:

- Piss (making someone pee themselves as degradation is hot, not sure about peeing on others)

- Feet (getting worse)

- Knives

Don't like:

- Scat

- Vomit

- Serious injuries (hot in theory tho)

- Real guns

- Fake police/military uniforms on men

- Men that are trying too hard to look hot (me lol)

- Weight gain

#leloille

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subbykittyboythoughts · 3 months ago

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uhm introduction post cuz why not! im bored :P

you can call me alex or just kitty! i'm an enby person n i use he/they, but im also ok with feminine words (ex. girl) in a Freaky way 😳

unowned and not looking

this is first and foremost a horny blog but very occasionally i may get kind of sad i just need an outlet you can ignore that, 99% of the time i just make and share posts about being ouppy and horny :3

uhmm i really really really like music! a lot!! moots can hear more about it if they want :33

im a verse and switch in theory but 99% of the time i'm a sub (and 75% a bottom). in practice im a virgin ;w; whichever way i lean i am still a puppy, and will always appreciate being called pretty, a good boy/pet/pup, and other such things

hard DNI: minors, ageless blogs, detrans, any form of bigot, sh/ed blogs, gore, bigoted blogs

im very bad at tagging so uhm forgive me </3

anyone can send asks, please do (anon if ya don't wanna be caught being nasty hehe)! dms are now followers only, unfortunately

kinks below da cutoff :3

likes : petplay (what? who could have forseen this :0), praise, light degradation (good slut, things of that ilk) soft cnc, forcefem kind of?, collaring, soft biting, breeding, somno, COCK!!!! said ravenously and with glee, BALLS!!! said with joy and euphoria

i have dick and balls and greatly enjoy that! like. wow i have these magical things on my body, thank you god for this wonderful gift. i will Jork it

other stuff i like but you probably won't see much of on my blog, if at all : knotting, omorashi/piss

dislikes : hard cnc, blood, in general too much pain, findom, honestly just being mean :[, not a hard limit but like older ppl (40+), pregnancy, sissy stuff

im sure theres stuff i forgot butttt idc :3

tags:

#kitty's music rambles - i talk about music. you follow me you get to read about music. fuck u its my blog

#music for my moots - music recommendations! i just think you should listen :3 u get to know me better and listen to Objectively Perfect music All The Time... and tbhhhh if you really think im cute u have to listen otherwise u probably hate me.........

#yayyy intro post #subby enby #needy wh0re #petpl4y #subby boys #praise k!nk #kitty sub #subby kitty #needy kitty #kitty boy #enby kitty

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kallie-den · 1 year ago

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Rabbit Hunt

After passing through a fey portal, Raine meets a strange fairy baroness who insists on hosting a rabbit hunt - and insists that Raine be the rabbit. Raine tries to refuse, but the Baroness's magical maze isn't so easily beaten…

Kind of a weird old story of mine I realized I hadn't posted yet. It's got predatory fey, bunnygirl TF, hunter/prey play, and petplay, and hopefully all that wrapped up in a little fantasy-horror package sounds good! Happy Halloween!

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“I’m very pleased to meet you,” said the Baroness to Raine, in a polite, soft, lilting, richly-accented voice. The tall, ethereal fey had introduced herself as nothing more or less than ‘The Baroness’. “Would you care to give me your name?”

“Sure,” Raine replied automatically. “It’s Raine.”

She froze.

She was talking to a fey. This was the fey realm. That was the only explanation. She’d been walking home from work, and as she often did, had taken a small detour to walk through the edges of the big, old forest that surrounded her hometown. Entirely by chance, she’d noticed something a little deeper into the woods. An unusually large, unusually colorful ring of toadstools. Raine had been sure it hadn’t been there the day before, and so, curious, she’d decided to investigate. Reaching down to briefly touch one of the odd, white-and-red spotted mushrooms, she’d felt herself suddenly pulled forward by something, as if she was somehow falling into the ground.

The fall had left her dizzy and disoriented, but when she came to, she found she was somewhere very different. She wasn’t in a forest anymore. She appeared to be standing in the grounds of a very large, very grand mansion. There was no sign of where she had arrived from, or how, but behind her was a vast hedge maze that seemed to stretch on all the way to the horizon, and in front of her was a little flower garden with a long dining table running its whole length. And that was where she’d met the Baroness, sitting on a silver throne at the head of the table.

And now she’d given the fey her name.

In Raine’s part of the world, tales and stories of the fey folk were everywhere. She’d been raised on them. There were many, many different myths and legends, but a common thread running through all of them was a set of very simple rules that you were meant to follow if you ever found yourself dealing with a fairy.

One: don’t tell them a lie, lest it become the truth. Two: don’t play pretend, lest it become reality. And three: never, ever give them your name.

She had just broken the third rule.

“Could you tell me that one more time, pretty girl?” the Baroness asked sweetly.

“It’s… it’s…” the girl who had been Raine opened her mouth to answer, but she suddenly found herself drawing a blank. “W-why can’t I remember my name?” she asked out loud, suddenly panicked.

“Oh, well, that’s because it’s not your name anymore, silly.” The Baroness laughed indulgently. “And when you give something to someone, it isn’t yours anymore. It’s theirs. Don’t you see? ‘Raine’ isn’t your name now. It’s mine.”

“Raine…” the girl breathed. At first, she felt like the name meant something to her, but it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel as familiar and fitting as it once had. And within moments, she forgot it again, the word ‘Raine’ slipping through her mind like water slipping through her fingers.

“Don’t worry, pet,” the Baroness said comfortingly, although the sinister, too-wide grin on her face was anything but comforting. “I’m sure you’ll find a new one, sooner or later. But for now, why don’t you join me? I was just about to indulge in a little hunting, you see.”

“I-”

“No, wait,” the Baroness interrupted. “You will join me on my hunt. I insist on it. And you see, this is my house, so I’m afraid you really don’t have much choice in the matter.”

“I, um, w-what?” The girl was too confused to argue. She had lost her name and she was feeling a strange weakness in the face of the Baroness’s words, like the fey’s presence alone was sapping her willpower. “W-what are we hunting?” she asked absent-mindedly.

“Oh no.” The Baroness wagged a finger. “Not we. You’ll be joining me, but not as a fellow hunter. You, my dear girl, will be my quarry.”

“What?” The girl spat, alarmed.

The Baroness ignored her obvious panic. “The only question is,” the fey mused, “what will you be? Let me get a proper look at you.”

The tall, slender fey darted lithely towards the girl, circling her a little too close for comfort and occasionally reaching out to prod or grab at her. The girl was frozen to the spot with terror, captivated and held helpless by the Baroness’s strange aura. She couldn’t fathom why the fey seemed so interested in her, and so eager to carefully inspect her body. What was there to see? The girl was tall, with a thick, messy mop of auburn hair. She had an athletic build; in college she’d been on the track and field team, and since graduating she’d kept in the habit of exercising and running. Her strong, toned thighs and wide hips were the only things that really made her stand out. But the Baroness seemed fascinated by every little detail of her form. The girl felt uncomfortably like a piece of livestock being sized up for slaughtering. But what could she do? Run? She had a feeling she couldn’t escape the Baroness, and besides, where could she run to?

There was little more the girl could do than try to study the Baroness in return, hoping to get a sense of her strange host and what she might be capable of. The powerful fey was far more unnerving than most of the fairies the girl had read about in her childhood stories. She looked human, almost, but from up close there were a hundred tiny, uncanny details that gave her away. She was exceptionally tall, at least seven feet, and a little too slender and willowy for any mortal being. Her fingernails were too long, her skin too pale, and her teeth too sharp. Her eyes were the biggest giveaway. They simmered with a sinister red-purple glow, and looking at them for too long gave the girl a throbbing headache. When she met the Baroness’s uncomfortably piercing gaze, she thought she could see huge, insectoid wings unfolding from the fey’s back, but when she looked, there was nothing. The Baroness was an impossible creature.

The fey’s manner of dress was just as peculiar. She was wearing what appeared to be a very long Victorian tailcoat, dark green in color, and with a very tight fit that only accentuated the Baroness’s sleek, subtle feminine form. Her hair was red as flame, and tied up in elaborate braids. Underneath the tailcoat was a ruffled dress shirt and a smart pair of trousers. Curiously, the Baroness was barefoot, although her feet seemed untouched by dirt or grub. She really did look like something out of a strange old fairytale - the kind that gave you nightmares, even if they weren’t supposed to. Around the Baroness’s neck was a large pendant made of silver, in the form of a complex Celtic knot. It was beautiful. The girl quickly found herself staring at it. The more she stared, the more she noticed all kinds of little details and pleasing patterns in the way the small threads of silver were interwoven. It was entrancing. Hypnotic. It-

“A rabbit!” the Baroness suddenly announced.

“What?” the girl asked, surprised.

“You’ll be a fine rabbit.”

“I’m not a rabbit!”

“Don’t be so hasty,” the Baroness admonished.

“Um… s-sorry,” the girl apologized, suddenly embarrassed.

“That’s more like it.” The Baroness smiled, showing teeth. “A rabbit hunt! Oh, I’m going to have such fun. When shall we get started?”

“Wait, I-”

“Right now? Of course! No time like the present, after all. Not that it really matters, here. It’s always the present, isn’t it?” The Baroness laughed. It was an incredibly unnerving sound. “Well, off you go! Get running!”

“What?” The girl was so confused, and she’d had enough. She needed to put her foot down somewhere. She needed to find a way home. That wasn’t going to happen if she kept playing along with this ridiculous charade. She found the Baroness oddly difficult to resist, but she needed to try. She’d already lost her name, and she didn’t want to lose anything more. “No! No, I’m not going to be part of this… this hunt. I refuse to do whatever you tell me. I’m staying right here until you send me home!”

The Baroness pouted; an absurd affectation on such a tall, ethereal creature. But then, she smiled again. “Well… suit yourself, I suppose.” The Baroness turned back to the dining table, and picked up something. It was something the girl hadn’t taken notice of before. A spear. It wasn’t quite like anything she had ever seen before. Its shaft was long and twisting, and the blade looked like it was made of shattered, sparkling glass. But there was no doubt it was wickedly sharp, and as the Baroness held it aloft in a practiced grip and turned back to the girl, there could be no doubt what it was for either. “But in that case, it will be a terribly short and boring hunt.”

The girl started backing away, eyes wide. She’d already been plenty scared, but now she was utterly terrified. The Baroness grinned at her fear.

“Go on, run!” the fey commanded. “Run for me, little rabbit girl. Run, run, run!”

The nameless girl turned and fled for her life. Heading away from the Baroness, there was nowhere for her to run to except the vast, dark, endless hedge maze stretching out before her. It scared her too, but she had no choice. With panic lending her speed, she plunged headlong into its abyssal depths, and in moments, she was lost.

***

Left. Right. Left. Left. Right. Left. Right. Right. Right. The girl sprinted and darted through the twisting passages of the maze, taking each turn according to nothing more than her instincts. Which, she was fully aware, meant she was essentially running around at random. It probably wasn’t wise, but she wasn’t sure what else she could do. Wasn’t there some kind of rule for getting out of a maze? Always follow the left-hand wall? Something like that? But the problem was, the girl wasn’t sure if she even wanted to escape. Wouldn’t that take her back towards the Baroness’s manor? She had no way of knowing if there was a way out on the other side, or anything hidden in the center. Besides, she’d already become convinced that any true navigation was impossible. The maze didn’t seem to obey consistent physical laws. More than once, she’d felt certain she was looping back around to somewhere she’d been before only to end up somewhere completely new, or had been heading in a perfectly straight line and found herself back at a familiar crossroads. For all she knew, the Baroness had enchanted the maze to make sure her rabbit hunt had a single, inevitable outcome.

Why a rabbit hunt? Why had the Baroness insisted she would be a rabbit? The girl was so scared she could barely think, but she still couldn’t stop turning that question over in her mind. A rabbit? She wasn’t anything like a rabbit. Was she? Sure, she’d heard a few cracks about it before. Quite a lot, come to think of it. She’d always loved eating carrots, and she’d always been particularly good at athletics events like the long jump and high jump. But that didn’t mean anything, and besides, the Baroness didn’t know anything about that. Did she? It was hard to tell, when she was dealing with such a strange creature. Given the kinds of stories she’d heard, it didn’t seem impossible. But the girl only knew one thing for sure: she needed to hold on to her humanity. She didn’t want to lose more than just her name.

It was proving difficult, though, to focus on anything at all. The twisting passageways of the hedge maze were somehow hypnotic, and at every turn, the girl had to think about the Baroness, who was surely right on her tail. She kept hearing ominous sounds from all around her: footsteps, leaves rustling, twigs snapping underfoot. It was hard to be sure they were real, and even harder to judge how close they might be, but each sound filled the girl with fresh terror and spurred her onwards. She had no time to think, no time to plan. She just had to run.

“Oh, hello there!”

The girl wheeled around at the voice, terrified the Baroness had found her. But no. Without realizing it, she’d stumbled into some kind of small, brightly lit clearing. And she wasn’t alone there. Sitting at a small table, just a few paces away from her, was another fey. A pixie. They too were slight and slender, although unlike the Baroness they were very small. They wore a pretty summer dress, and had two pairs of dragonfly wings folded on their back as they sat, daintily sipping at a porcelain teacup.

“Um… hello?” The girl was reluctant to stop running, but she needed a moment to catch her breath. Besides, this pixie didn’t seem as threatening as the Baroness. “Could you tell me where we are?”

“I’m afraid not.” The pixie had the same kind of strange, lilting voice as the Baroness, although much higher-pitched. “I don’t know either, you see.”

“You’re lost too?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say so.” The pixie seemed bemused by the suggestion. “I’m quite content here.”

“Right,” the girl said, after a long pause. “Well, um, I need to be going now. Please don’t tell the Baroness you saw me.”

“You’re her new pet? The rabbit?” The pixie looked at her with fresh interest. “Not yet, I suppose.”

“Um…” Pet?

“You must be having a tough time,” the pixie said sympathetically.

“I… yes,” the girl admitted. Sympathy was the last thing she’d expected. “She’s… she’s right on my heels! At least I think she is. It’s hard to tell.”

“Well, of course it is!” the pixie exclaimed. “You’ve no hope at all, the way you are now. You need better hearing! That way, you can hear her coming.”

“That would actually be pretty nice,” the girl agreed. If she could tell where the Baroness was coming from, she might be able to keep her at arms’ length.

“Want me to help you out with that?” the pixie offered.

“Would you? Yes please!” The moment the words left the girl’s lips, she realized what a horrible mistake she’d made. “No, wait, I didn’t-”

The pixie, ignoring her protests, raised a hand and snapped her fingers. The change was instant. The nameless girl reached up in shock as she felt two big, floppy rabbit ears sprout from the sides of her head. They were over six inches long and hung around her shoulders, and the soft fuzz covering them, the same shade of rich brown as her hair, was impressively soft and velvety. The girl, though, wasn’t really able to appreciate them. She was horrified. She couldn’t see her own reflection, but she could only imagine how ridiculous she must look. More importantly, though, it was clear the Baroness’s promise was already coming true. ‘You’ll be a fine rabbit’, the fey had said. The girl was beginning to worry she’d been speaking very literally.

“You… fix me!” the girl yelled, after a few moments spent turning her head this way and that, trying to inspect her new ears. But there was no reply, and when the girl looked up, she found that she was alone once more. The pixie had vanished. The girl grit her teeth. Then, though, she heard footsteps, much louder than ever before. She didn’t have time to waste searching for a mischievous pixie. The Baroness was still coming for her. She’d already rested too long. The girl picked the first passage she saw, and ran into it as fast as her legs could carry her.

As she sprinted deeper into the maze, though, the girl noticed something. Her hearing really was better. All the half-heard noises that had troubled her before resolved themselves into a clear map of every little thing happening around her. It wasn’t a comforting picture. She could hear the footsteps of something; something she was sure was the Baroness. It wasn’t far away, and it was stalking her with unnerving precision. Still, the girl felt better for knowing. At least she could be reasonably sure her hunter wasn’t lurking around each and every corner. That brought her a measure of calm, and oddly, so did her hearing itself. Despite her distress at her new, animalistic ears, it was proving easy for her to lean into her new, heightened senses. The girl found she could immerse herself in the world around her, becoming one with all those small noises and letting instinct carry her away from danger, and allowing the loud and anxious parts of her mind to grow quiet. It was nice, especially under the circumstances, but the girl was wary of it. She’d noticed the odd, rabbit-like way she tended to twitch from side to side in response to sounds when she let herself sink a little too deep into that headspace.

The girl’s supernatural hearing, though, didn’t prevent her from turning another corner and finding herself in another clearing, just like the first. She narrowed her eyes and searched around for another pixie. She hadn’t heard anything, but sure enough, there was one. This second pixie appeared to be playing a small game of croquet on a tiny little lawn. The girl shook her head in disbelief. How hadn’t she heard anything?

“Hello there!” the pixie called out in a jolly, lilting voice. “You must be the Baroness’s new rabbit.”

“I’m not a rabbit!” the girl replied indignantly.

The pixie giggled. “With those ears? I think that’s a bit of a foolish thing to say, silly rabbit.”

The girl grit her teeth. “Whatever. I’ll be on my way.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” The pixie nodded her head sympathetically. “She must be giving you a hard time.”

“She is.” The girl turned her head left and right, listening out carefully. She could hear rustling, but it wasn’t close. “I… I don’t know how she’s tracking me. Do you know the way out of here? I need to get back home.”

“Hmm.” The pixie stroked their chin, thinking for a moment. “I’m afraid not. I don’t know how she’s tracking you either. She’s an awfully good hunter. I suppose you’ll just have to go faster.”

“Yeah, I guess,” the girl agreed, disappointed.

“Hey!” the pixie said brightly. “Want me to help you with that?”

“Oh, can you?” the girl asked eagerly. She was getting awfully tired, and she didn’t want her speed to start flagging. “Yes, please. Although… wait, no. No, please don-”

It was too late. The pixie had already snapped her fingers. The girls started immediately looking herself up and down. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen. For a moment, she thought she’d somehow escaped the pixie’s curse. But then she felt it; a gentle but insistent warmth in her lower body. At first, it was hard to pinpoint, but more and more it coalesced in her thighs and her hips. And then they started to grow. The girl initially thought her clothes were changing, as her leggings felt as though they were getting tighter and tighter. But she soon realized that in fact, her thighs and hips were expanding, swelling with new muscle and fresh, soft curves. Her ass, too, started expanding out behind her, and within moments her leggings were ripping apart at the seams, quickly shredded to tatters by her growing body. The girl had always had a pretty slender, athletic build, but that was rapidly changing. Her metamorphosis took mere seconds, and by the end her physique was hopelessly bottom-heavy. Her new proportions weren’t quite extreme enough to be called cartoonish, but they were close. She certainly didn’t look like a runner anymore.

“You! I’m gonna-” The girl looked up, but predictably enough, the pixie was gone. “I’m gonna strangle the next one of those I see,” she vowed.

Experimentally, she reached down to run her hands over her new body. It was incredibly soft and curvaceous. She had the kind of ass and hips people drooled over. Beneath the softness, though, she could feel that her legs had become incredibly powerful. Underneath a layer of pleasing, masterfully sculpted fat was pure, taut muscle. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all, the girl mused. Then a gust of wind blew through the maze, and she shivered. If only her transformation hadn’t shredded her clothes. She had an odd feeling that pixie was still lurking somewhere nearby, leering at her nudity. At least her top half was still covered. But that was just one more reason to move on quickly. The rustling leaves were growing closer, and she had no more time to waste. Once more, the girl picked a path, and started running.

She quickly found, though, that she couldn’t run. Not like before. Her new body simply wasn’t suited for it. The kind of runner’s gait she’d long since committed to muscle memory simply didn’t allow for such massive, curvy thighs. The girl groaned in frustration. The pixie had promised to help her, but what help were these new legs if she couldn’t run on them? Then, though, she remembered how well her new ears seemed to work when she let instinct take over. Perhaps her new body was the same. The girl took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and just tried to move forward in whatever way felt most natural.

She hopped.

At least, it was something like a hop. Instead of placing one foot in front of the other, the girl pressed her feet together and coiled her thighs, before extending both her legs at once to propel herself forward. The speed at which she moved took her by surprise, and threatened to send her toppling over forwards. But, just barely, she was able to keep her balance. The girl was astonished. Her new body was incredible! With speed like this, she could easily leave any of her track and field rivals in the dirt - assuming she ever made it home. With that thought held firm in her mind, she picked a direction and started hopping.

The hedge maze around her became a blur as she sped through it, much faster than before. The nameless girl was amazed. Despite her situation, she couldn’t help but grin. She was riding high on adrenaline. She was so fast! And with her enhanced hearing, she could be sure to stay clear of danger Maybe she could win this hunt after all. Maybe. The girl didn’t want to get carried away. She knew there was something darker at work here. The transformations she’d been offered were beckoning her, tempting her with unfamiliar, animal instincts. She needed to hold back. She didn’t want to become the Baroness’s rabbit. She could only imagine what she already looked like, hopping around on her huge thighs with her long ears flopping around her shoulders. It was ridiculous. But she was hopeful she could hold on to her own identity - just as long as she didn’t make any more silly agreements with pixies.

She hopped out into another clearing.

“Ugh!” the girl groaned in frustration. There was no way she was talking to another pixie. Fortunately, there didn’t seem to be one around. In the clearing, there was nothing but a small tree. The girl was already hurrying forward, deeper into the maze, when a high-pitched voice took her by surprise and made her stumble.

“Leaving so soon?”

Once she was back on her feet, the girl looked up. Nestled amongst the branches of the tree was, as she’d been dreading, another pixie.

The girl’s instinct was simply to run. She’d learned her lesson. A pixie meant danger, and she should run from danger. Nice and simple. Instinctive. But as she made to hop off, the pixie addressed her again:

“You know, you don’t seem very steady on those legs of yours! If you’re to be the Baroness’s new rabbit, you’ll need that sorted. Why don’t I offer you something to help you with your balance?”

“No!” the girl snapped, very firmly. “No thank you! No! Nope! Not wanted!”

“No?” The pixie raised a tiny eyebrow. “Are you telling me you don’t want to be able to balance better?”

“Well of course I want that!” the girl said, exasperated. “But I don’t- wait, no I didn’t mean that! I-”

The pixie snapped their fingers, and the girl grew a tail.

It was a short, floppy, incredibly fluffy little bunny tail, sprouting from the base of her spine to nestle comfortably against her newly-rounded ass. The girl groaned in despair. How did this keep happening to her? She looked up at the tree, determined to climb it and throttle the pixie no matter how long it took, but predictably enough, they were gone. The girl sighed. Despite all her protests, it seemed she was becoming more and more rabbit with each passing moment. It wasn’t just her body; she could feel the changes in her mind too. Her thoughts were growing simpler. More animal-like. Now she had a tail, it was sure to get even worse. But what could she do? Nothing more, she decided, than keep running, deeper and deeper into the maze.

Much as she was loathe to admit it, once she started hopping again, the girl found that her tail was quite the asset. Short though it was, it was just enough to let her counterbalance her new, hopping gait, allowing her to move faster still without placing herself at risk of toppling over if she misjudged a single hop. With that danger remedied, the girl found she was able to take joy in the simple act of hopping around. She knew she was still in danger, but some part of her derived a strange thrill from how fast she could move, and how at one with her new body she felt. She was reluctant to plunge into the headspace, but she found herself slipping deeper and deeper towards it, as the simple, primal joy of racing and running quenched her old, increasingly distant anxieties and fears about losing her humanity. She still knew she needed to get home, but she’d already determined that to do that, she needed to run and hop, and that was so much easier to think about. All she needed to do was run, and run, and run, and run, and run, and-

The girl hit a dead end.

She turned back, and found herself frantically looking left and right. There were no ways out, just a long passageway leading back the way she’d just come. And she could hear close footsteps. The Baroness’s footsteps. The girl panicked, and cursed herself. She’d been so caught up in her transformation, she’d run right into a hopeless dead end - just like an animal into a trap. There was nothing more she could do than try and run back the way she came. The girl set off as fast as she could - only to turn a single corner and find herself face-to-face with the Baroness.

“Hello there, little rabbit,” the Baroness said in a sing-song voice, looming over her. “I must say, you’re coming along very nicely.”

The girl started backing away in fear, even though she knew she had nowhere to go. The Baroness followed, pressing in on her with ease, her spear hefted in her hand.

“L-l-leave me alone!” the girl whimpered, as she pressed her back up against the thick, impenetrable hedge behind her.

“Didn’t I tell you that you’d make a fine rabbit?” the Baroness purred, the too-wide grin on her face growing wider with each passing moment. “So fine, in fact, that I think it would be a waste to simply dispatch you. No… I think I’ll keep you.”

“Keep me?!” the girl cried out in a shrill voice. She wasn’t sure if that was better or worse. She didn’t want to be hunted, but she didn’t want to be anybody’s pet. Least of all this sinister fey’s.

“Is that so terrible a fate? I assure you, I can be a kind mistress,” the Baroness replied, as if sensing the girl’s thoughts. “But if you’re to be my pet, I’ll have to give you a name, won’t I?”

“I have a name!” the girl insisted weakly. “It’s… it’s…” She couldn’t remember.

The Baroness ignored her protests, musing to herself. “Oh, I’ve never been any good with names. Let’s stick with something simple… Bunny! Your name is Bunny.”

“N-no it’s not!” Bunny protested, but already, the name was taking hold of her. It clung to her like a spider’s web, no matter how hard she tried to reject it. Her name was… what? If she only had a different name to hold on to it might have been easier, but she didn’t, and so ‘Bunny’ rushed in to fill the void. It proved slippery, sneaking into her memories and inserting itself into her identity in unexpected ways. She tried to isolate it, focusing on the fact that the Baroness had christened her ‘Bunny’ mere moments ago, only to find that she could remember all sorts of people calling her that. She could hear it in her parents’ voices, in her sister’s voice, and in the voices of all her friends. She tried to picture her old high school book; in her mind’s eye, ‘Bunny’ was the name written under the photo She was… Bunny. That was her name. Bunny.

“There. Isn’t that better?” the Baroness asked, her voice suddenly soft. “Poor, confused Bunny. Running around in my little maze, not even knowing who you are. It’s OK. You’re safe now.”

Bunny didn’t feel safe, but already, the Baroness’s enchanting aura was beginning to affect her. Clear thought was becoming difficult. She wanted to flee, and since that was impossible, she was simply frozen like a deer in headlights.

“Here. See?” the Baroness continued, slowly setting her spear down on the ground. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll take very good care of you, my rabbit.”

“I’m not a rabbit! I’m not!” Bunny protested.

“No?” the ethereal Baroness cocked her head to one side. “But, my sweet pet, aren’t you called Bunny? That seems like a very strange name for someone who’s not a rabbit, don’t you think?”

“But… but…” Bunny balled her fists at the unfairness of it, and how hard she was finding it to argue back. Her name was Bunny. That was a rabbit’s name. Sure, it was the Baroness who had named her that, but that didn’t change the fact that it was now her name. That much was undeniable. How was she supposed to argue she was human with a name like that?

“Still thinking like a person? Oh, we can’t have that,” the Baroness tutted. “Allow me to fix that for you.”

“Wha-”

Before Bunny could shrink out of the way, the Baroness’s hand darted out to rest at the side of Bunny’s head. At the fey’s surprisingly gentle touch, Bunny froze, allowing the Baroness to slowly stroke all the way along Bunny’s new, floppy rabbit ears.

Bunny melted.

The girl’s whole body melted. The feeling was indescribable. Shivers ran all across her skin, and turned her muscles to jelly. Bunny felt like her legs were going to collapse underneath her. Her instincts suddenly betrayed her, and she could herself leaning into the Baroness’s touch, nuzzling her ears into her fey captor’s hand in search of more. The sensation was bliss, pure and simple. She’d had no idea her new ears were so sensitive, and even though she knew full well the Baroness was using this new weakness to bring her under her spell, she couldn’t make herself hate it. Not when it felt so good.

“There, there,” the Baroness soothed, her seductive words slipping into Bunny’s helpless ears. “Isn’t this better? Good girl. Good rabbit.”

Bunny shivered. Why? Was she so weak to this?

“Don’t you want this?” the Baroness continued, in her soft, lilting, simpering whisper. “Don’t you want me to pet you like this each and every day? Of course you do, little rabbit. You could have that. You could be mine.”

“N-noooo,” Bunny moaned. She hated how deeply tempted she was.

“No?” the Baroness drew her hand over Bunny’s head in a leisurely manner, before starting to stroke her other ear. Bunny’s bliss doubled. “Aww, I think you’re trying to fight. Are you? That would be very, very silly, little rabbit. Rabbits don’t fight. Do you? Rabbits are so weak and small and helpless. Aren’t they?”

“Y-yes,” Bunny agreed weakly, before realizing she wasn’t quite sure what exactly she had agreed to. “Or… no… no, I… um…”

“Rabbits aren’t very smart, are they?” the Baroness mused, still petting Bunny affectionately. “I suppose they don’t need to be. They’re simply adorable, after all. You should really stop trying so hard, Bunny. Isn’t it tiring? Aren’t you already exhausted, after all that hopping?”

It was only as the Baroness spoke those words that Bunny realized how true they were. She was exhausted. She yearned to slump forward into the fey’s slender arms. But… she couldn’t. Could she? She needed to fight. She needed to find a way home. Didn’t she? It was so hard to keep it all straight in her head. She was tired, and her head was so full of fog. Each time the Baroness ran her hand down one of Bunny’s soft, velvety ears, she could her thoughts being massaged away, all those mental knots of anxiety and fear unraveling harmlessly. It was so hard to maintain her train of thought for more than a couple of seconds. Her head was becoming just as fuzzy as her ears.

“I… I…” Bunny whimpered slowly. “Um… yes… exhausted… yes… mm…”

She knew what was happening. She was being treated like… like a pet. And it felt so right.

“That’s right,” the Baroness crooned. The fey started gently pushing Bunny’s head from side to side as she stroked her ears and her hair. The entranced girl swayed with each motion, unresisting. “Time to do what comes naturally, hm?”

What comes naturally… what did that mean? Bunny wasn’t sure. She just wanted to feel good. She was tired of running, tired of fear. She wanted the path of least resistance. Right now, that meant letting the Baroness have her way with her. Maybe that’s what was natural. But… home. She needed home. She had to remember that.

“N-n-no…” Bunny made herself say, with great effort.

“No?” Her fey captor arched an eyebrow, eyes shining with a mystical, gleeful light. “That doesn’t make any sense at all. Silly rabbit. Aren’t you a silly bunny?”

“I’m… not… not a bunny!” It was getting harder and harder to say each time.

“Not a bunny? But you’re Bunny!” The Baroness laughed. “A Bunny is a bunny, no? That much is obvious, even to an empty-headed little pet like you. And you’re Bunny; we both agree on that. And that means you’re a bunny. Don’t you think?”

“Umm….” Bunny simply could not muster the mental energy to get to grips with what the Baroness was saying. It was so easy to get lost in her voice; in the way it lilted up and down like a half-remembered lullaby. The fey’s words simply washed over her like the rain, soaking her, seeping into her.

“Just look at you,” the Baroness murmured softly. “Look at these.” She gently tugged on one of Bunny’s ears. “And look at this.” Bunny yelped slightly as the Baroness stepped in even closer to her, slipping a hand around her hips and stroking her short, fluffy tail. “There’s really no denying it, pet. Anyone would agree. Don’t you?”

Bunny had no words. The Baroness was so close to her now. The fey was so much taller - had Bunny shrunk a little? - and she had to crane her neck to look at her. When she did, she was greeted only with the fey’s wide, sharp, possessive grin. Bunny’s gaze shot back to the ground. The Baroness’s arms were all around her. The way she was stroking her tail felt almost as incredible as the way she was stroking her ears, and the Baroness didn’t stop there. She drew her reaching fingertips back across Bunny’s hips, lingering for a minute to feel her new, huge, plush ass, stroking up and down along her bare skin. It was all Bunny could do not to sigh and moan. Why did her body have to be so sensitive all of a sudden?

“Oh, these new curves are wonderful,” the Baroness breathed appreciatively. “I told you that you’d make a fine rabbit. I’m going to enjoy these very, very much.”

Bunny shivered with more than just fear at the naked lust dripping from the fey’s voice. But… she had to resist. Had to get home. She had to. She had to.

“I’m… nnnn… s-stop,” Bunny pleaded. It was so unfair. How was so supposed to think with the Baroness touching her this way?

“Yes,” the Baroness readily agreed, quieting Bunny with her voice. “Yes, yes, yes. Time to stop thinking. Time to sink. Are you ready for that, Bunny? Let’s see.”

Still gently and methodically stroking Bunny’s ears, she removed her other hand from the girl’s hips and raised it to her lips, using her slender fingertips to slowly part Bunny’s lips. Bunny’s reaction was instinctive and immediate. She opened her mouth, allowing the Baroness to slip a pair of fingers into her mouth. Bunny suckled on them helplessly, like the obedient pet she was rapidly becoming. She couldn’t help it. Her body was eager to accept the Baroness’s attentions. Maybe it wasn’t really her body anymore. It had been changed; twisted and transformed to suit the Baroness’s whims. She no longer had any doubt her mind would soon follow.

“Good. Good girl.” The praise set Bunny’s cheeks ablaze. “You know, this is one way to tell if a rabbit is nice and comfortable with you. They’ll start licking you and suckling on you. It’s adorable, quite frankly. I’m glad to see you’re getting comfortable with me, my sweet little rabbit. Your tongue is going to be so very, very useful.”

Bunny’s cheeks were still burning, now with shame. She was… suckling? Why? It was so embarrassing. But… she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to do what came naturally. So tired. So easy to sink.

“Now… look at me,” the Baroness instructed. She pressed her thumb up under Bunny’s chin, manipulating her head. Bunny was putty in her grasp. The Baroness tilted her head back, making her look up. “Look into me.”

Bunny met the Baroness’s inhuman gaze, and was enraptured. The colors in the fey’s eyes shimmered, and the rabbit girl felt them shimmering within her too. Her mind had grown soft and sleepy. It was easily dazzled. The last little bit of tension and strength she’d been holding in her body drained away, and she slumped visibly.

“What do you see, little bunny rabbit?” the Baroness asked, slipping her fingers out of Bunny’s mouth.

“I… I….” Bunny murmured sleepily, a small trail of drool escaping her lips. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated. She saw the Baroness, and the Baroness was beautiful. How had she ever been afraid of her? This faerie was such a strange, elegant creature. She was magnificent. Indescribable. Compared to her, Bunny felt so small, so humble. But there was safety in that smallness, especially since the Baroness wanted her as a pet. Bunny could scarcely believe it was so. This beauty wanted her? Bunny couldn’t wrap her head around it. But that was OK. She knew the Baroness would help her understand. “Y-you.”

“Me?” the Baroness laughed. “And what am I?” Bunny sensed she already knew the answer.

“My… my… my…” Bunny knew what she wanted to say. What she craved. She just didn’t quite know how to say it.

“It’s OK, sweet Bunny,” the Baroness soothed. The Baroness was so kind to her. “There’s time for titles later. No need to push yourself.” Bunny’s face relaxed into a warm smile. So kind. She was so grateful for the Baroness’s hand in her hair, still softly stroking her ears. The Baroness’s touch was everything to her. “I just need one little thing from you, my precious pet. One little thing. I know, I know speaking is hard, but I’m sure you can do this. For me. Just… tell me what you are.”

“I’m… I’m…” Bunny’s brow furrowed. It was hard. Thinking was hard. She knew what she wanted to say. The words rose eagerly to her lips. But… there was something else, wasn’t there? Something she was supposed to be fighting for. Something she was supposed to be trying to get back to. It was… it was…

Then, the Baroness stroked her ear one more time, and it was gone.

Bunny’s face relaxed into a contented smile. It wasn’t hard at all. She knew the answer. She just had to do what came naturally.

“I’m your pet rabbit,” she confessed, sealing her own fate.

“Perfect! Good girl!” Bunny giggled gently and nuzzled at the Baroness’s arm, as the fey bent down to kiss the top of her head. All memory of her old life faded. This was her reality now. Her truth. She was a pet. She was Bunny.

“Come now, my pet. Let’s return to my home - and yours.” The Baroness took Bunny’s hand and started leading her back through the maze.

“You know the way?” Bunny asked timidly.

“Of course,” the Baroness told her. “Trust me.”

Bunny did. She trusted the Baroness.

“I won’t take long. Believe me, I’m very eager to get you back into my bed.” The Baroness laughed. “Besides being cute and awfully fun to chase, do you know what else rabbits are very, very good for?”

“What?”

The Baroness licked her inhuman lips with a very, very long tongue.

“Breeding.”

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loganhowlet4t · 4 months ago

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You can call me Wolvie or Daryl.

18 yr old Appalachian (KY) transsexual male, on testosterone since July 9th 2024. 5'8, 193lb, most of my weight is muscle atm but I'm trying to get a bear physique, just bare with me here bub.

I'm a canine therian, primarily a WolfSheppard, spiritually and physically. Also a not-deer click here if you don't know what that is

Mostly an NSFW account, and I'm a freak, so be warned for content such as forcemasc, mild petplay, cnc, blood/g0re, weapons (gunplay especially), fauxcest, branding, scent kink, dumbification/himbofication, stalking, fighting, military/training, and general darkship/deaddove.

I have npd and aspd, but I still try to be nice to others🫶🏼

I don't have a dni, anyone can follow me, idc EDIT: i forgot terfs exist and they are currently interacting with me, that's my only dni, yall have very sad lives and I don't want to be reminded you exist

Dms/asks open

Also I'm obsessed with xmen, and I'm a Trans Logan truther. That man has a cunt and a big fat tdick, prove me wrong.

#forcemasc #ftm nsft #forced masculinity #t4t #ftm t4t #scent kink #military kink #fauxcest #himbofication #blood k1nk #gun play #dead dove do not eat #transsexual #wolverine #trans wolverine #xmen #logan howlett

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sillysillykittygirl · 5 months ago

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simple pinned / about me because i cant think of anything to make it fancy ;w;

i dont post fundraiser links. i cant do it for my own mental health. im sorry.

EST (canadian), time of last edit 11:34AM 02/01/25

hi!! hello!! im Emma, im transfem, im 18, i dont like walking, and this is my very normal blog for very normal things (this is my nsfw blog ;w;)

it/its exclusive. ty

i am. pretty exclusively sub i am Not good at being dominant. At All. i try sometimes but it tires me out incredibly quickly and then i get really sad. so um,, sorryyy,,

anyways u dont get my main teehee

am in a relationship with @sillypuppyprinceps i love them so much hii

dni is if ur a minor, blank blog, or u make me too upset basically.. and also follow ur own dni thanks!!

also dni if u dont care to even try for aftercare. thats important. i dont think im sorry about this. remind people to get snacks and water and tell them they did good. please. i beg of u. tell ur doms they did good especially. tyyy.

my um. my kinks. i should. write those.

i like

petplay!!!!!!!!!! (am kibty or ouppy ehehe)

edging / denial / chastity !!!!!!!!!!!

bondage!!!!!!!

dunno if it counts but i rlly rlly like being blindfolded!!!!

piss,, holding and also anything else,, oops!!!!!!!!!

pain play!!!!!!!!!

humiliation!!!!!!!!!!

degradation!!!!!!!!!!!!

praise!!!

i think its called a musk kink? that!!!!

hypno,,!!

overstimulation!!!

um. i think its called fauxcest,,,,, oopsies!!!!!!!!!!!

and alsoooo feet,, oops,,!!!

i forgot to add i also kinda like cnc ;w; oops

i also forgot breath play ;w; i do rlly like breath play ;w;

body writing !!!!!! ><

um. also kinda corruption,,!!!! ><

i dislike / wont engage with

sissy stuff,, not for me,,

things involving me being directly ignored (i need attention) (stuff like being tied up and left somewhere for later is okay though ehe)

detrans stuff,,

probably forgot things, left out things i dont have words for, etc.,, but thats generally my stuff,, yaay

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transbunnyboi · 10 months ago

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I haven't stopped thinking about it since I sent that ask and that just makes me even more fixated on it because you are SO RIGHT 😭

I swear your blog has given me at least three new kinks and the number is just going up — 🪽

Genuinely!! Breeding, petplay, and sub tops are absolutely not something I ever would have thought I’d like. Dressing in floppy bunny ears and them moving with each time I get a dick thrusted inside my sloppy boycunt, my other hole plugged up with a fluffy white cottontail that you could swear was twitching as my hair gets pulled, my hands clawing into the sheets as I drool with how cock drunk I am.

My precious puppy boy on top on me, constantly barking and whining about how tight and good I am, how amazing my ‘unprotected’ pussy feels as my slick drips down his cock, his voice all broken about it, too.

God, just remembering how greedy he gets when I’m pinned underneath him is making me want him so badly. The way his hard cock twitches and drips inside me, pressing against my cervix and making me go mute for a moment. The way when we first had sex (before, really) he asked what he could call my anatomy and now once I told him, he loves telling me how good and warm my cunt feels. He loves fucking into my boypussy and reaching down and jerking me off, whining about how hard my dick is.

The moment when he’s gonna cum and he stops breathing for a bit, his sounds completely suppressed in his chase of his orgasm, the only thing he can focus on is breeding my pretty, dripping cunt full of his cum.

I uh, forgot what I was talking about :3

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hanaruri-tunes · 2 years ago

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Degrading Leviathan (Levi x reader)

I am BACK from my uni exams, and I’m pretty sure I passed them all so please applause this genius over here. (Or don’t. That’s fine too :')

Anyway, as promised this is supposed to be the part 2 to the humiliating Leviathan fic, but it is smut so I’m pretty sure you can also read it without any prior knowledge of the other one fuehdhd Plot is not really important here after all.

⚠️ Also, if this wasn’t already obvious -> MDNI please!

If you want to read it though, here’s the first part. (Hopefully the link works.)

If you want to jump right into this one, here’s a quick summary of part 1 (or a quick reminder for those who did read it): Basically our MC here is pretty sadistic, she found some of her "belongings" in Levi’s room and understood that he was obviously using it to touch himself, she acts like she’s disgusted and disappointed in him, then makes him do some "stuff" for her so she’ll forgive him. And all the while, she’s mocking him (Levi’s into that, of course.) It ends with her revealing that she was acting and Levi is reassured (but still turned on. Yep.)

This is the direct continuation of that! Here are the warnings: praise, degradation, two dicks, a bit of petplay (dog Levi), raw, bj, usage of tail, overstimulation (and if I forgot some stuff don’t hesitate to tell me!)

MC/ Y/N is cisfemale in this one like the first part!

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Now that the charade was over, Levi kept hanging onto you as you two were making out. This might have lasted either 5 minutes or half an hour, you're not quite sure. Slowly regaining your senses, Leviathan had naturally calmed down and turned back into his usual form and casual attire… though his dicks were still hanging out of his pants. You laughed.

"Isn't it about time you put those things away?"

Leviathan chuckled nervously.

"Oh… But I-I thought we weren't done?"

…

Huh?

"Well uh, aren't you tired? You came quite a lot… Not to mention from both of them so…"

He looked into your eyes, a pitiful air hanging around him while still holding into his wish firmly.

"No… I can finally kiss you, and touch you freely and even…"

He looked down to your skirt, under which he knows how wet you had gotten after the make-out session you just had despite the fact that you had just climaxed earlier from his tongue.

"Anyway! What I'm trying to say is- I can still go on for way longer. Probably more than you think. If anything, once is quite literally nothing now that I have you. I've dreamed of this for so long♡"

You take a pause to ponder it. It’s not like you couldn’t take him but you still wondered how you should go about this since, well, he has two of them. Plus you wanted to keep things interesting and that box you had found earlier with his "filthy" belongings had some interesting costumes. You stood up, making Levi worried that you might leave only to see him cheer back up when he understood where you’re heading towards.

"You’ve got a lot of slutty outfits in there, huh?"

You take some dog ears and a tail out of it.

"Are they meant for me or for you?"

Leviathan grins at your pick, excited and eager. He reaches deeper into the box, knowing exactly the placement of each object. He could probably navigate in it even with a blindfold on. Not so shockingly, he pulls out a collar and a leash out of it.

"Whichever is fine ehe. I even got a leash to go with it so um, y'know. We can use it right away i-if you want."

Clearly, although he had said that whichever was fine, his eyes were telling another story. Anyone could’ve seen that what he truly wanted was to wear it and get ordered around by you. Not like it was hard for you to do so might as well. You gently put the ears on him.

"Try barking?"

"Woof!♡"

"Cute. You’re the dog then."

His smile widens, happy that you picked the role for him and chose the one he wanted. It takes barely a minute for him to take his clothes off, now he’s only left with the costume and his boxers that clearly outline his cocks. You take a hold of the leash, pulling him as you walk back towards the seat where both of you were making out earlier. He follows you on his hands and knees, already nailing the role. You sit while he stays on the floor.

"Sit."

He sits.

"Look down."

He looks down.

"Paw?"

He puts his hand on yours.

"Good boyyy! So smart."

You scratch him under the chin as if he’s really just a pet.

"W-woofff…♡"

He brings his face to your legs, lovingly rubbing his head and cheek against them. Both of his dicks are already hard and leaking for you, even through the boxers it’s so apparent, it’s almost embarrassing how turned on he got from being treated like an animal. Not like he minds, if that gets you to mock him he’ll take it. Actually, he’ll take anything from you, be it praise or insults.

"Aww is baby all excited to play with me? You wanna feel good inside your owner?"

He nods against your thighs, helplessly craving your touch. Babying himself up to make you feel sorry for his poor state.

"...Alright. Stand up Levia-chan, I’ll suck you off and stroke you for a minute. If you manage to hold it in, I'll let both of them inside me."

He perks up. Had the ears and tail been real, his ears would have perked up as well and the tail would be wagging. He stands up, finally speaking like a human being. That is, if we ignore the drooling and the leash you’re still holding onto.

"N-No way?! Ha… ahhh… Sorry. I’ve gotta calm down. O-Okay. One minute. One minute, you can do this Leviathan."

He mutters to himself, psyching himself up while you’re pulling half down his boxers, taking his upper dick into your mouth and stroking the lower one through his boxers with your free hand, the one that’s not holding the leash.

He keeps his eyes tightly shut, probably realizing that if he opens them and sees your cute face sucking on his gross cock he’ll ejaculate immediately. He breathes heavily and repeats "IcandothisIcandothisoneminutejustoneminutegodplease". You retain your smile, but he’s just so cute. You count up to 60 in your head, it probably wasn’t super accurate but you’re proud of his restraint regardless.

Once you stop, he slowly calms himself down and starts breathing normally again.

"D-did I make it??"

"Yeah. Despite being such a slutty dog, good job hah."

He grins at your mocking tone, enjoying it. Then he opens his eyes, his gaze goes straight to your open legs. As soon as he had calmed down, he got excited again, seeing you ready to take him fully in. He comes closer, his hard cocks hovering over your slippery pussy and ass.

His eyes go a bit crazy for a second, as if he’s in a frenzy, or hypnotized.

"Ahh… Ahh… fuck. Fuck fuck. Really? I can put both of them in?"

You chuckle at how nervous and eager he is.

"Knock yourself out."

He starts to laugh softly, exhilarated.

"Hah. Haha… Oh my god. I’ve always dreamed of shoving my disgusting cocks into your cute and pretty pussy. I’m such a lucky fucking bastard."

He firmly grabs your waist, frankly you’ve never seen him being so sure of something. He slides them in slowly, both in each hole. You squirm and whimper under his unbreakable gaze on your whole being. Your holes gladly taking him in, your soft body, your cute facial expressions as you’re feeling better and better as he’s pushing himself in, he watches all of it so closely that it almost makes you shy.

"S-Stop staring so closely you dirty mutt."

"Y-Yeah. You’re right, I’m a dirty dog~ Please abuse me with your words some more…"

Geez, this guy has a problem… A problem that you find unbearably hot and cute.

He pounds into your holes, holding your legs up from the back of your knees, pushing them upwards, near your face. All the while you’re still holding onto the leash that is strapped on his collar.

"Come on. Please please please… I’m begging Y/N! Just a little bit."

He’s already enjoying himself so much inside you yet he wants even more, he sure is spoiled. But well, you want to see him go even crazier over you. So you do as he wants.

"You absolute gross fuck. You’re more of a pig than a dog you know? I’ve never seen anyone make such an elated face while fucking someone. You should just get over with it and serve me as a sextoy."

He submerges himself in your fake disgusted face, grinning as you’re completely disrespecting him as a human being, or, well, a demonic being. Then he happily glues his body against yours, his lips near your ears as he begs for more insulting words.

"More please, embarrass me more."

Your mind is already wandering off from getting fucked so good. It’s getting harder to think as both of his dicks are pleasuring your insides, making you pump out so much of your juices, more than you ever have. Yet you somehow manage to answer his needs.

"Y-You… You’re just a gross little fuck- A lame creepy otaku with two dicks who gets off on his crush’s insulting words. You s-sure are good at acting cute and pure while all you really are is a masochistic whore- Mmh!"

You can’t see his face but you can feel him smiling and drooling against your neck and shoulders. Suddenly, the air around him turns dark as he takes on his demon form. Completely lost in his lust and pleasure.

He sticks the tip of his scaly tail into your mouth, making you unable to degrade him any further and his pace quickens. He pounds into you harder and faster, his cocks getting ready to unload themselves into your pretty holes.

"A-And yet you’re so kind that you’re letting a lame, gross and disgusting fuck like me pump both of his dicks into you and you’re wholeheartedly sucking on his monstruous tail. Aaaaahh…~ You’re so nice Y/N, I’ll be your toy all you want! Iloveyousomuch.♡ Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou-"

Your mind completely goes blank thanks to all of your holes being filled by his dicks and tail, at this point, fucking him is like fucking 3 guys at the same time. And as you lose yourself, he does so as well. Emptying himself inside you, grinding on you over and over as he keeps cumming for a solid 20 to 30 seconds, you never even thought it was possible for someone to ejaculate for so long… Well he is a beast and a demon.

When he pulls out, his juices flow out of you for a while, maybe even longer than it took for him to cum since his loads have been mingled in with yours inside of you. He hurries over to his phone, taking pictures of you completely fucked out so he can use them later… Well, hopefully he won’t have to, since from now on you’ll always call for him when you need to use his dicks, right?

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Done! As usual please don’t hesitate to leave comments or some tags (or messages in my askbox if you’re shy!) This is tumblr, I can assure you no one will make fun of you or judge you, we’re all chilling in our trash here 🫰

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