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The sounds of Bunny’s whines echo through the cold basement. She’s crouched in the corner, her legs tucked under her and elbows bent into her chest. She’s trembling faintly, whining from the cold floor and new, unfamiliar space.
Her back paw thumps against the floor and she hears the basement door open. The around her ankle rattles at the movement. The red haired woman climbs down the stairs, a box in hand.
“Hi, little bunny,” the woman purrs.
Bunny huffs and whines, pushing herself further into the ground and against the wall, trying to make herself smaller. Her ears are straight bak.
“Don’t be little, Malen'kiy zaychik (little bunny)” the woman tsks.
“You chased me! You kidnapped me!” Bunny whimpers, voice trembling.
“Sweet bunny, that’s what you get for hopping around in that cute little dress so close to dark! If I hadn't snatched you up, someone else would! A pretty little hybrid like you is too valuable,” she responds condescendingly.
“Who are you? What do you want with me?”
“Well, my name is Wanda, but you call me Mommy or ma’am,” the woman-Wanda, says.
Wanda drags a folding metal chair close to Bunny. She cries and presses her hands to her ears at the screeching sound.
“Oh, I’m sorry Bunny! Mommy’s gotta remember that you’re a sensitive little thing,” Wanda coos, sitting down in the chair and setting the box down on the ground next to her.
“Please let me go,” Bunny cries.
“I don’t think so. If I snatch up a pretty little bunny, I don’t intend to let her go,”
Wanda takes a moment to study the hybrid. She has long, white rabbit ears that are pinned back. Her face is mostly human, other than her slightly bigger eyes and pink button nose.
She has human hands, but Wanda sees a flash of her distinctly bunny hind paws tucked under her. And the most intriguing part is her fluffy bunny tail, peeking out from a small hole in the back of her dress.
Despite her earlier statement, today was not the first time Wanda saw the pretty bunny hybrid. She spotted her months ago, picking berries from a strawberry bush. Wanda spent the next couple months watching her, learning her schedule and mannerisms. She also did extensive research on bunny hybrids, learning everything she could about them and how to care for them.
That's one of the reasons Wanda knew it was so important that she chased down her little bunny, catching her to assert her dominance before snatching her up.
Wanda places her forearms against her knees and lets her hands hang down closer to Bunny’s face. Bunny’s nose twitches, unable to resist the urge to scent her. She smells of cherries and dark wood, with light notes of vanilla and…strawberries?
Bunny tuckers her head closer to her chest, trying to hide her nose from Wanda’s alluring scent.
Wanda reaches a hand out like she’s going to pet Bunny’s forehead, but she snaps out, flashing her adorable buck teeth at her.
“Very naughty,” Wanda scolds, grabbing her face with her thumb tucked under her chin and fingers on her nose, holding her mouth shut. Bunny whines against her hold.
Wanda uses her grip on Bunny’s face to drag her up from her crouch position so she’s kneeling, her weight shifted back on her paws. Bunny struggles against her hold, thumping her paw against the floor and pushing against her with her hands. Wanda grabs her wrists with her other hand, pinning them together in her lap.
“Look at me,” Wanda growls.
Bunny looks up at her with wide, fearful eyes.
“You’re going to be a good baby for Mommy. No biting, no fighting, no bratting off. If you’re good, you’ll be rewarded. If you’re naughty, you’ll be punished,”
Bunny trembles harder in her grip. Wanda releases her jaw but keeps her hold on her wrists.
“Punished?” Bunny squeaks.
“Yes, Malen'kiy zaychik (little bunny). And I promise you won’t like it,”
Wanda reaches up and strokes from between her eyebrows to her hairline. Bunny whines as she continues to pet her sensitive skins.
“Are you thirsty, bunny?” Wanda asks.
Bunny nods hesitantly. Wanda releases her hands and opens the box slightly, pulling out a water bottle and closing it before Bunny can peek inside. Bunny expects Wanda to hand the bottle to her after opening it, but Wanda keeps a tight hold on it.
“Open,” Wanda orders.
“What?”
“Open your mouth, silly bunny,”
Bunny rises up on her knees to get closer to the bottle before obeying. Wanda takes a sip of water before leaning forward, hovering her lips over Bunny’s parted ones. Bunny tries to pull away, but Wanda grabs the back of her sensitive neck, holding her in place as she spits the water in her mouth.
Most of the water dribbles out of Bunny’s mouth and down her chest. But when Wanda holds her mouth closed, Bunny chokes it down, letting out little coughs.
“That’s yucky!” Bunny huffs, “I can drink myself,”
“You do what I say you can do, and I saw you’re too much of a dumb little bunny to drink without Mommy’s help. See, you still made a mess even with Mommy’s help. And it’s not yucky,” Wanda chides.
Bunny licks her chapped lips, realizing she’s still thirsty.
“Do you want more, little bunny?”
Bunny nods again.
“Okay, don’t make a mess this time,” Wanda orders before taking another sip of water and transferring it into Bunny’s mouth.
The water is still cool despite being in Wanda’s mouth first, and helps lower Bunny’s body temperature. She swallows it all this time, not letting any spill. They repeat this several times, and her cheeks flush every time Wanda’s lips get so close to hers.
“Good bunny,” Wanda praises as she sits back on her hanches.
Wanda notes that Bunny’s ears have started to relax, not so pinned back anymore. Wanda keeps her hand firm on the back of her neck while using the other to gently grab one of her ears. Bunny moans, her hands shooting up to grab Wanda’s hand as she starts massaging the end of it.
“No,” Wanda orders, the warning in her tone scaring Bunny enough to drop her hands, bawling them into fists.
“T-those are very sensitive,” Bunny whines as Wanda continues stroking and massaging up her ear to the base.
“I know, sweet girl,”
Purrs and little moans slip from Bunny and her eyes flutter shut and Wanda starts gently scratching behind the base of her ear.
“Thereeeee you go, relax, Malen'kiy zaychikm” Wanda croons.
Wanda moves to stroking from her forehead and across the top of her head. Bunny’s eyes open again.
“Are you hungry?” Wanda asks.
“Yes,” Bunny admits quietly.
“Do you like carrots, malyshka?” Wanda asks.
Bunny doesn’t know what malyshka means, but she nods. She watches in confusion as Wanda unzips the top of her pants and pulls out a large carrot. Bunny has never seen a carrot like this. Yes, it’s orange and tapered at the end, but it also has odd bumps and ridges on it. It also appears to be connected to Wanda’s pelvis. She seems a sliver of green fabric running along her hips and thighs.
“Go ahead, bunny,” Wanda encourages her.
Bunny places her hands on Wanda's thighs, leaning forward. Her brow is creased in confusion as she tries to nibble at the tip. But it’s hard, some plastic or silicon material.
Before Bunny can pull back, Wanda shoves her further on it back the back of her head. Bunny cries out around the foreign object, struggling to pull back and pushing against Wanda’s thighs.
“Be good, Bunny,” Wanda warns, “Just get it nice and slick in your pretty mouth.
Bunny looks up at her with teary confused eyes. She squirms as she chokes and gags around it, trying to pull back for a breath of air.
“Breathe through your nose, dumb little bunny,” Wanda chuckles.
Bunny tries to relax enough to obey, still fighting weakly against Wanda’s grip. The not-carrot feels weird in her mouth. Spit pools in her mouth with her not being able to swallow, and she gags harder as Wanda pushes it further in her mouth.
“I thought Bunnies couldn't throw up, but you sound like you’re about to prove me wrong,”
Bunny fights harder as it nudges against the back of her throat and Wanda pushes her further on it. Tears stream from her eyes as it slides slightly into her throat.
“So pretty, baby, just take it,” Wanda coos, lacing her fingers in her hair with her thumbs brushing her ears.
Bunny’s nose brushes Wanda’s pelvis as she finally reaches the base. The darker notes of Wanda’s scent grow stronger, and her note twitches with curiosity.
Wanda finally releases Bunny, and she wrenches back, coughing and spluttering and gasping. She falls back on her butt, arms moving back to catch herself as she struggles to catch her breath. Her hair falls in front of her face, hiding her flushed cheeks.
Wanda spots one of Bunny’s soft paws peeking out from where her dress pools around her. Wanda reaches down and grabs it, pulling it into her laps for examination. Bunny gasps, trying to pull it back, but Wanda is too strong.
“What are you doing?” Bunny coughs. She squirms harder as Wanda strokes the pink pads of her paw.
“I’ve gotta make sure my silly baby didn’t hurt her little paws trying to run away!” Wanda explains like it’s obvious.
Wanda strokes up the soft, silky fur on her paws and up her calves, until it gets sparer and transitions to human skin at her thighs. Bunny pulls back, squeezing her thighs together. Wanda just grabs the other paw, repeating the same process as Bunny finishes recovering from her wheezing fit.
“M-mommy?” Bunny starts tentatively.
Wanda smiles at her smart bunny using the right name.
“Yes, sweet bunny?”
“Please let me go home. I’m scared, and I don’t like this, and I’m so cold-” Bunny stutters, still trembling.
“You’re cold?” Wanda asks, sensing an opportunity.
Bunny nods, looking up at her with those wide, teary, innocent eyes.
“Let me warm you up, malyshka,”
Wanda pulls Bunny off the floor by her waist and into her lap. Her thighs bracket Wanda’s
“No-” Bunny starts squirming.
“Dumb little bunnies don’t get to say no. Let Mommy warm you up,”
Wanda forces her further against her chest so her head is tucked under Wanda’s chest. Bunny whines as that odd carrot digs into her soft tummy uncomfortably. Bunny hates anything and anyone touching her tummy, but especially that mean carrot.
Wanda takes her time, rubbing up and down Bunny’s spine and head. Her hands move down to her plush thighs as Bunny starts to relax. Bunny’s ears twitch and she squirms, but Wanda holds her in place as she rubs and massages.
Wanda's hands loop around to cup Bunny’s ass through the thin material of her dress. Her fingers graze her fluffy tails, and a squeal slips from Bunny’s lips. She writhes in Wanda’s arms, pushing against her chest.
“Stay still,” Wanda orders, clamping an arm around her waist. She pushes the other hand to grab Bunny’s wrist before transferring them to the hand around her waist to hold them behind her back.
Bunny whines and bucks, her chest bounces in front of Wands as she starts gently stroking her tail.
“Mommy don’t!” Bunny squeals.
“Dumb bunnies don’t get to tell Mommy what to do,”
Wanda grips the base of her tail, and Bunny lets out a guttural moans, her head lools back. Wanda can see Bunny’s nipples turn hard against her dress as she massages the base of her tail, and she bucks her hips harder. She has to resist the urge to pull one of those hard peaks into her mouth.
“Mommy, I don’t like that, feels funny!”
“Funny how, bunny?” Wanda smirks.
“Hot in my tummy! Feels too much!”
Wanda had heard bunny hybrids could cum from tail play alone, but she didn’t realize just how responsive her sweet bunny would be to the simplest touches everywhere.
“Take it, malyshka,”
Bunny cries and moans as that funny hole she couldn’t figure out of the purpose for grows increasingly wetter. The knot in her tummy shatters, and pleasure pulses through her whole body. That hole claims around nothing, and her core throbs.
“Good bunny,” Wanda purrs, finally releasing her twitching little tail.
Bunny collapses against Wanda’s chest, whining in confusion at what her body just did. Wanda reaches between their bodies, grabbing that mean carrot and sliding it under her dress. Wanda slots it between her thighs, rights against that sopping hole and Bunny bolts upright.
“Mommy, what are you doing?”
“Giving you something to hop on. Isn’t that what bunnies like to do?” Wanda asks innocently.
Wanda nudges the first inch into Bunny, and she cries out at the burning stretch.
“No, Mommy, that hurts!” she cries, eyes tearing up again.
“You can take it, baby. Your little pussy is so wet,” Wanda purrs.
Wanda uses her arm around Bunny’s waist to slowly push her further onto the carrot.
“Mommy, stop being a meanie!” Bunny cries as the burning grows.
Wanda looks at her, a dangerous spark in her eyes.
“A meanie?” Wanda asks, with deceptive calmness.
Bunny sniffles, tears still streaking down her face.
“Here’s what a meanie would do,”
Before Bunny can react, Wanda slams her the rest of the way down on the carrot. Bunny screams and collapses against her chest, body jolting as pain and heat ripples through her.
The stretch is so intense, she can barely feel anything else. Her sobs shake her body violently, the trembling starting back.
“Mommy, hurts so bad, I’m scared,” Bunny cries.
“I know, bunny, let Mommy makes it better,”
Wanda reaches down, finding a sensitive spot at the base of her thighs. Bunny’s squirming slows as Wanda’s thumb starts massaging that little button. Hot sparks of pleasure sneak through between the pain.
“What’s that, bunny?” Wanda purrs in her ear.
“'Still hurts,” Bunny sniffles.
“Let's try this,” Wanda coos.
The carrot starts vibrating inside of bunny. A surprised moan slips from her lips at the sensation. The burning pain shifts to an uncomfortable fullness with sparks of pleasure. She squirms at the sensation, and pain shoots through her again.
“What’s that?” Bunny asks.
“Don't think, just feel,”
Wanda gives Bunny a while to adjust to the fullness and vibration, continuing to gently massage her swollen clit. She waits until Bunny starts purring and her thighs are trembling before speaking again.
“Here's what’s going to happen. You’re gonna be a good bunny and hop on Mommy’s carrot,”
“What do you mean?” Bunny sniffles, wiping her tear dampened cheeks.
“You’re gonna do this,”
Wanda pulls Bunny slowly off the carrot before sliding her back down. Bunny cries out at the burning and stretch, tinted with sparks of pleasure.
“Mommy, I can’t-”
“Yes you fucking can. And you better, or Mommy will have to do it herself, and I will not be gentle,” Wanda emphasizes her words by pulling Bunny off the carrot and slamming her back down. Bunny cries out, dropping her forehead against Wanada’s shoulder.
She braces her hands against Wanda’s shoulders before experimentally pulling off the carrot an inch. She whines at the sensation, accidently sliding back on too hard. The vibrations ripple through her core, scrambling her brain.
“Come on, bunny, you can do better than that,”
Bunny’s face and tummy feel so hot, but she keeps trying. She whines and moans as she pulls off a few inches before sliding back down. Her fingers turn white at her tight grip on Wanda.
“Mommy, my tummy feels funny again,” she cries.
“Keep going,” Wanda orders, leaning back to watch her flushed face.
Another orgasm hits Bunny and her whole body shakes. Hot licks through her and she cries as the vibrations turn painful. She tries to keep lifting her hips, but her thighs are shaking so violently she can. She flops against Wanda’s chest in defeat.
“Please Mommy, I can’t, ‘s too much,” Bunny hiccups into her neck, breathing in her comforting scent.
“Are you getting tired?” Wanda mocks. Bunny misses the mocking tone and just whines pathetically.
“You need Mommy’s help? Can’t even fuck yourself on Mommy’s strap without her help?” Bunny nods again, not understanding half the words, but desperate for…something.
Something only Wanda can give you.
“I’ve got you, baby. Mommy should have known you were too much of a dumb baby bunny for this,” Wanda coos, gripping Bunny’s hips.
Bunny’s moans turn guttural and squeals slip from her lips as starts using her hips to pull her on and off the carrot- or strap? At a brutal pace. With the fast pace and without Wanda stroking that place between the thighs, the pain sneaks back in. But the vibrations intensify, as if to compensate. The sound of slapping skin and Bunny’s sopping pussy fill the room.
Wanda reveals in Bunny’s sounds of pleasure, bucking her hips up into her. Bunny fights weakly as the knot in her stomach starts tightening again, but Wanda focuses her to take every thrust. Their breath comes in pants, each of Bunny’s hitched with whines and squeaks.
“Mommy, stop! ‘m have an accident!” Bunny squeals, pushing against her. She shifts her hips, but that just makes Wanda hit a spot inside her that makes her see stars.
“Trust me, bunny, take it,” Wanda pants, fucking her harder.
Bunny's throat feels raw from all her moaning and screaming. She paws at Wanda's shoulders and back, but she doesn't let up. Wanda forces Bunny’s mouth to her, connecting their lips. Bunny freezes in confusion, keeping her lips pressed shut. Wanda nips at Bunny’s bottom lip. When her lips part with a gasp, Wanda takes the opening to slip her tongue into her mouth.
She swallows every whine and cry and pleads directly from Bunny's lips as her orgasm washes over her. Bunny pulses around the strap as the tightness snaps and she squirts fluids all over both of them. She cries into Wanda’s mouth as she works her through it.
“‘s too much, Mommy,” Bunny slurs as Wanda pulls back, slumping back into her chest.
“You did good, Malyshka,” Wanda praises as she slides the strap out of her.
Despite her overstimulation, Bunny whines at the loss. Wanda smiles at the unconscious sound, wrapping her arms around her sweet girl.
She holds Bunny there for a while, stroking her hair and ears. Bunny starts nuzzling into her neck, unconsciously scenting her with the brush of the scent glands under her skin. She whimpers at the odd feeling, but continues groggily.
Wanda unlocks the chain around Bunny’s ankle and sets it down as quietly as possible. She massages her ankle and back paw, ensuring there's full circulation and range of motion.
Bunny’s limbs twitch as Wanda stands up with her in her arms, but doesn't have the energy to fight as Wanda carries her upstairs to a bathroom. She strips Bunny of her spoiled dress as the tub fills before getting in with her Bunny melts into the comfort Wanda provides. She drifts to sleep, but Wanda stays awake. She enjoys every second, taking the time to map out every inch of her body while cleaning her.
She catalogs what spots make her bunny whine or twitch in her sleep, which ones make her ears pin back and nose twitch in discomfort. When Wanda strokes her soft tummy, her bunny stirs, fighting weakly and groaning. Wanda stops, but remembers the spot for later inspection
Wanda washes and conditions her hair and fur, making sure she doesn't have any mites or ticks from her time alone in the woods. But her sweet girl had been careful, having no noticeable wounds or bugs.
Wanda wakes her occasionally, forces her to take little bites of cut up apple, celery, and blueberries. Bunny turns her nose up, whining sleepily each time, forcing her sweet pet to chew and swallow, checking her mouth is empty before letting her drift back to sleep.
When Wanda’s fingers start to become pruny, she lifts her pet out of the tub. She positions her like a limp doll on the counter, patting her down with soft towels and gently brushing her hair and fur. She braids her hair into one plait before carrying her to bed.
Wanda knows this can't become a habit- it's still too early- but she puts her pet in her own bed for the night. After all, she did earn it. Bunny nuzzles into the soft blankets, sighing in contentment.
Wanda pulls Bunny into her arms, and she snuggles into her. Wanda knows in that moment- even if her bunny doesn't het- that she'll have her trained as the pet little pet in no time