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Shaun's head was swimming, a fairly common thing after a particularly powerful orgasm, but for now it was going for a different reason. He recognized it, from back in the bathroom when he'd first met Johnny... Heck, that cute little Himalayan with the brown nose, ears, and paws had him swimming in ecstasy before mouth ever touched his cock, and the svelte and handsome giraffe hadn't felt anything but amazing since. It had been odd, transforming, becoming so entwined with the person who had done it... hell, a quick glance over and he could see the egg he'd watched his lover spit right into his mouth, then he'd orgasmed pushing back out. Even before his transformation, there was something strangely sexy about the idea of spitting out eggs, but now that Johnny had changed him, it was the greatest pleasure he knew.

And yet, the scent was trying to top it. He knew it was a pheromone thing, something the oralovis did to induce breeding or rut... It could be controlled, but barely, and it was always hard not to stuff his bunny to the brim whenever he smelled that sweet, sweet scent. However, this was more powerful and concentrated. It was almost floral, speaking to every part of the giraffe's brain, and as he heard the doorknob rattling and Johnny saying something from the bathroom, cum still dripping from his tailhole... Shaun found his hooves propelling him towards the door, his cock throbbing in the air, his green eyes glazed over at the intoxicating aroma. The lilting voice attached to it was almost like a beautiful song, burning into his mind and taking it over. "Come now, Johnny~ Aren't you going to open the door? I've been waiting to see you for so long, and I heard you're keeping a new toy all to yourself~."

Just as Shaun was about to reach the handle, he felt a sharp tug on his tail, and for a moment his vision cleared, though his nose still flared at the scent of cum and sex and something more. He looked back and down at Johnny, the grey and brown fur matted and sweaty, but those beautiful purple amethyst eyes locking onto his, pleading through the fog and everything. "Shaun... I know I've put you through a lot... and I know this is just one more, and after all I've put you through, I don't deserve your trust, but... Trust me. Don't open that door."

"But she sounds so nice..." the giraffe said, his voice slurred ever so slightly as the fog started to return. "And she's your friend, isn't she?"

The rabbit's eyes were serious and deep, reflecting a turmoil under them, even as his flaring nostrils suggested he was smelling it too. Shaun could taste the aroused drool pooling in his mouth and dripping from his gills, seeing a few drops beading at the edge of Johnny's lips, but the rabbit held firm. "Please. If you open that door, I'll try to help you, but I won't follow..." His cock throbbed in the air, and his eyes started to look fuzzy, as well as a small glow seeming to come from just above his crotch, ever so faint... He sighed, moving his grip from Shaun's tail to his hands, the tiny rabbit holding them softly, but purposefully. "Come with me, Shaun. I'll explain everything at your apartment, but we need to go now... Or we won't be going at all." He let go and stepped back, watching Shaun with anxious eyes and ears drooping.

Even through the pheromone haze, Shaun could see the worry, and he shook his head, slowly stepping back from the door. "Alright... Alright, let's go. Lead the," he turned, as though to get ready to start packing, when he saw a bag of all this things, with clothes waiting. He then looked at Johnny, whose smile beamed so brightly it lit up the room. "...way," he finished, starting to put on his clothes as the rabbit did the same. "But explain all this at my place?"

"Gladly, but let's not stay here. Change outside, on the fire escape." They could both hear the lock rattling, the voice behind it getting louder and more annoyed, but no pounding force or vicious screaming. Honestly, Shaun was amazed they weren't waking up the rest of the apartment building as they opened the door and stole off into the cool midnight air. As soon as they were outside, though, and Johnny had shut the window tight, Shaun could feel his brain returning to him.

The cold air chilled him, hurrying his dressing, but the scent lingered in the back of his mind, as though probing, waiting for reinforcements. He couldn't help but drool slightly, one drop flopping down and landing on Johnny's foot. The little bunny looked up, and while he was putting on his pants, Shaun could see a small, glowing symbol on his lower stomach. "What's that?" He asked, seeing it for the first time, but Johnny shook his head, quickly covering it up.

"Later. We need to move before she knows we're gone..." He started climbing down, and Shaun followed, questions forming as they walked their way through the city streets to his apartment.

They'd only been together a month, and Shaun had primarily spent his time at Johnny's place as he'd been adjusting to his new life, but as the tired giraffe with the shaky legs clicked the lights on in his apartment, he blushed, realizing how messy he'd left it. Clothes thrown over the gaming chair, empty packaging for instant meals on the table... it was a wreck. But it was home. He went to mention something, but Johnny pushed past, not seeming to care as he lowered blinds and checked out on the street, his cotton tail twitching rapidly and his ears still low. The small bunny had never looked so paranoid, and so Shaun quickly dimmed the lights and closed and locked the door, bringing them away from the windows and to the couch, where he hugged Johnny close, feeling the grey ball of lust and eggs calm down and rest against his chest. Emerald eyes met amethyst ones again, worry finding anxiety, and slowly Johnny wrung his hands together, then ran his finger down Shaun's neck and over his gills. It tickled and made him shudder, but he knew it was Johnny trying to divert the situation.

"Honeybun, you're going to have to tell me what's up, and why we didn't call the police on her. And what's with that tattoo? If you've got a stalker..." Johnny motioned Shaun's head closer, but as the neck bent down, it was met with a finger pressed softly to his lips, the rabbit shushing the giraffe quietly.

"You have a point. And I probably should, but... Dominique isn't exactly a bad person, just... controlling." Johnny looked towards the door, his eyes seeming to look past it, as he nuzzled into Shaun's chest. It was more tender than they spent most time, their life kind of a whirlwind of sex and fun, but right now Shaun just listened carefully, slowly running his hands through Johnny's hair and down his ears.

After a few moments, Johnny pulled away, lifting up his shirt and tossing it aside. There was nothing on his stomach, but he placed his hand right there as he spoke, looking momentarily like a new mother in a movie holding her stomach after being told she was pregnant. "Dominique is in charge of a harem of oralovi breeders in the area. And apart from their children, I am, or WAS, the only male in the area." He spread out the fur, and very faintly on the skin beneath Shaun could see a pattern. It was hard to make out, but Johnny did his best to show the intricate details with shaky hands.

Eventually, though, he stopped, flopping onto the couch and nuzzling into Shaun's chest again, his hands reaching under Shaun's shirt to ball into a fist and clutch the giraffe's fur. Shaun took off his shirt to let Johnny rest right against his fur, but as he tossed the shirt aside and looked back down, he saw Johnny's face. A tear rolled from the bunny's eyes and he shook, his breathing suddenly faster. "I'm so sorry for what I put you through, Shaun... I shouldn't have... I had no right to-"

"Hey, hey, woah now... calm down, Johnny. It's okay." Shaun continued to gently pet his lover's head, holding him close and feeling his shaking and crying into his chest. "I might not have known what I was signing up for when I met you in the park, but-"

"That's exactly it! I took a normal life from you and turned you into..." He looked up, his face rounded and his eyes red, while drool and snot from him crying ran down the rubbery tube that comprised his mouth and nose. "... into a freak like me. A sex fiend and a monster that would just freak everyone out if they found out about!" His face turned back, but it wasn't any less ugly of a cry as he pressed his face hard into Shaun's chest.

Shaun continued to pet his hair and ears, holding the crying bunny close. "Look, I looked into it because I was curious, and maybe we're a little weird, but... I'm okay with it. Like, I always had a kinky side that those eggs just dial up to eleven, and I've gone from being a shut in gamer to at least a social enough one to have confidence to match my looks." He chuckled nervously, sure all of this sounded either vain or stupid, though he was being genuine. "Like... I don't know what's going on with everything, but... I've enjoyed our time together, Honeybun, and I don't hate you in the slightest for this curse or disease or condition or whatever you think it is you've given me, because it's a gift, you funny bunny."

Johnny's breathing calmed a little at that, but when he looked Shaun in the eyes again, he continued to look serious, pouting deeply. He then placed his head right against Shaun's heart, his ear flipped up so he could hear it, the tip tickling Shaun's neck, as he began to talk. "Before I met you, I was living fancy free, just a bun having fun... And then I met Dominique. You still have those pictures somewhere?" Shaun pointed, and slowly the dejected bunny walked over, grabbed the folder, and came back, flipping through them. "All the girls in here? Every one of them was in Dominique's group, while the guys... they were drifting through town. I figured I'd gather evidence in case... well, in case I wanted to make everyone disappear. If things got to bad." He then stopped on a picture, one of a matronly fox in absolute bliss, midway through pushing an egg from her mouth. It had looked wondrous back on the park, and now Shaun could feel that pleasure just looking at the picture, his mouth drooling at the sight in envy.

However, Johnny was still dejected, picking up the picture and holding it for a clear view. "This is Dominique. Mother of... who knows how many, and running a little love cult from her house." He leaned back, holding up the half-dozen photos of females in the same state of bliss. "And I knocked up every single one of them. Twice. Like I said... and myself." He chuckled. "Turns out, yes, if you manage to suck your own dick, as amazing as it feels, it can knock you up." He then looked up at Shaun, suddenly very serious. "Don't suck your own dick. That's what I'm here for. I'm not letting you go through any of the shit I did."

Shaun was taken aback by the stern look on the rabbit's face, looking really confused. "What happened? Why are we running from her? I mean, it sounds kind of nice."

Johnny laughed bitterly. "Sure, it's all fun and games and mind blowing orgasms. Really, just... days go by and you're hardly without food or a set of lips, pussy or facial, wrapped around your cock. Any guy's dream of decadence and hedonism." He flopped back, looking up at the slats of light the streetlight outside cast through the blinds. "You don't even realize, though the haze of sex and sleep and pheromones, that the whole thing is a gaudy, red velvet prison." He gestured to his bag, as though asking for it, and Shaun brought it over, listening to the bunny's story carefully. However, Johnny was looking far off, seemingly lost in the moment.

Of course, it wasn't hard to be. It had been a wonderful experience, one that would be seared forever in his mind. Days upon days of fucking and sucking, kisses and the sweet taste of arousal on everything, even the food. Girls and gills leaking cum, laying around and encouraging each other, only for Dominique to take the reins. She was like a vice, every year of experience that matronly vixen had going into every movement until it drained him dry. The other girls were amazing, he adored each of them like family, but he belonged, head to toe and all he could give, to that vixen. Just like the rest of them, forever marked by her pheromones and trapped by her spell.

He shook his head as the bag landed next to him, opening a pocket, then a secondary one, and pulling out a small metal case hidden away in it. Flicking that open revealed a small flashlight and another set of photos, these of a small room, a studio at best, with a bed and bathroom all rolled into one, no shower, stains of all kinds of bodily fluids on the walls, and a set of chains and a collar on the wall. "It gets to be fun play, after a while. Pretending you're there just to serve the mistress, while the girls come in, your own personal harem. But everyone's got a collar except her... and after a point, yours doesn't even reach the door anymore, or ever come off. Sure, it'll stretch enough to let out an egg, but it's not moving anywhere..."

He moved through a few more pictures, those same women from the other pictures showing small belly bumps in similar rooms, and then another chamber, piled with eggs nearly to the ceiling. "I don't know when the spell broke for me. How many eggs I'd given myself or them, how long I'd been there... I know they weren't more than a trimester in, but I couldn't leave. All of us were just servants of the great mistress Dominique." He clicked on the flashlight, which shone the deep purple of ultraviolet, and there something showed in the pictures.

On each girl, right where the bump was growing, there was an image, like a tattoo. A heart-shaped fox face, the ears up and rounded, and egg underneath the mouth. But the placement and image was stylized enough to give the impression of a womb the fox was using for eggs. He then turned the light onto his own stomach, and Shaun could clearly see the same tattoo there. "All of us were nothing more than egg factories for her, makers of more oralovis while we were all lost in the pleasure of it... They'd only appear in black light, or if she was near, reacting to the very pheromones she'd needled under our skin..."

He clutched the metal container for a moment, looking about to throw it, before he put everything inside and flipped it closed, returning it to its hidden pocket in the bag. "It was hard to leave. I loved them, I knew not only that all those eggs were mine, but my own body had laid some... but no matter how much of a 'paradise' that was, I wouldn't live life contained in a prison cell. Her pheromones do something, get under your skin, into your mind... Make you want to pleasure her every whim... And she looked for me, but not too hard... just teasing me from time to time, dropping in unannounced, mentioning the kids... Like I'm still a plaything."

He looked at Shaun, eyes fixing on the giraffe's, his voice calm and cool. "She offers a blissful land. Nothing but sex and pleasure, no worried about money, bills, or the outside world. Living a life of procreation and pleasure... If you want to experience it, I won't stop you... If you want help out from there, I'll do all I can. But I will never go back to that place. And I am sorry, from the bottom of my heart, that I put you in danger of it." He grabbed Shaun's hands softly, holding them together. "I have done a lot to you, sprung a lot without you knowing or asking... Out of fear. Out of a lot of things. But not anymore. I've told you everything, and... if you want to go, I won't blame you..."

Shaun held Johnny's hands, all the thoughts slowly rolling through his mind as he took all of this in... and then he craned his long neck down and kissed the rabbit softly between his eyes, smiling softly. "Well, don't ruin ALL the surprises. But I'm not planning on going anywhere, Honeybun." His smile faded, though, as he looked where that tattoo was, and saw the pain still etched on the back of Johnny's heart. He kissed the rabbit softly on the lips, then placed their foreheads together, his neck bent over double to do so with the rabbit on his chest. "Though... I do have a few questions, like... why didn't you call the cops? Or leave, if she was so worrisome?"

Johnny's eyes went wide, and he shook his head. "She... No. I couldn't do that to her or the girls. They are happy, in some way, and even if the cops believed me instead of waving me off, again, with 'You can't be sexually assaulted by a woman,' who knows if it would bite me in the ass, or if we'd all just disappear? I've seen the black van pull up and take a drifter away for showing in public, and heard stories much worse... I won't put any of us in danger of that." He then nuzzled into Shaun's chest again,holding him close. "As for leaving... well, I wouldn't have run into you, for starters~. But even so... With all the scars and baggage attached, this is my home. Just because she's here doesn't mean I should be afraid to live my life where I want to be. I can't leave... If I do, she won." He then looked up at Shaun before nuzzling into his chest fluff deeper. "... maybe with the right person..."

Shaun wasn't sure about all of the logic on the second part, but he held Johnny close, continuing to stroke his hair gently. "Well, I'm not planning on going anywhere either. Not without a really good reason. Though they always say 'Home is where the heart is.' So, logically, home's right where you're nuzzling right now: my chest." He chuckled, as did Johnny, as they settled down on the couch again.

Johnny looked up from the fluff he was hiding in, his eyes shining in the dim light, a blush on his face. He looked shaken, but more than that... he was less confident than normal, like something was on his mind. After a moment, though, he shook his head, then sighed. "You know, you big sexy thing, with how amazing you make me feel, I feel really bad that I can't get you off how we both know we want to. I'm not ready to be a dad yet, or, rather... again, but fuck I want to suck your cock again, and condoms just don't cut it. You taste so divine..."

The giraffe chuckled, laying back. "Yeah, well, until we figure out an alternative, we're just going to have to keep it to crazy makeout sessions and other people's eggs... Which is hot, but would be so much hotter if it was mine..." He then tilted his head, frowning. "Hey... so, weird question: does birth control work? Like, I expect oralovi women are on it all the time, you think it works on the other eggs?"

Johnny opened his mouth, looking like he was about to shoot down the idea, before he stopped, closing it and considering the thought. "You know... I always assumed no, because it's a different place, but... My only experience with that is with Dominique's group, and they weren't exactly using it... I wonder where we could research something like that. Obviously the internet's not going to have much on it. Maybe some fanfic with Birdo on birth control so they can have fun with Yoshi, but I don't think that's quite a scientific source."

Shaun grabbed his smart phone, looking a few things over, before he shook his head. "Aw, I had heard something about a male birth control pill, but apparently that's in super early beta testing." He cocked his head. "We've had female birth control methods for HOW long and we don't have a male equivalent?" He shook his head at the sorry state of the world, then went back to scrolling. "And you need a prescription to get most female versions of birth control. Plus the hormones and stuff..."

Johnny was blushing as he moved Shaun's phone out of the way. "I... might be able to get something. Fey and Angel both owe me a favor, and between the two of them, I'm sure we could make something work. If nothing else, SOMEONE has to have a friend that wants to be a mother and has a prescription active..." He then kissed along Shaun's collarbone, before planting a soft one on his gills. "But, if it does the whole hormone thing... Well, you're far too sexy to ruin your body. I guess I'd have to take them to test it out." Shaun went to say something, but Johnny once more cut him off with a finger. "First off, I already know my ass is beautiful, thank you. But more than that, I'm the subbier of us two, and already enough of a femboy to be confused from time to time if I wear the right clothes. I can be the guinea pig and see what happens. Se-"

"I thought you were a Himalayan rabbit, not a guinea pig," Shaun cut him off to say, a very silly grin on his face at how proud he was of that joke. He then yawned, the long and strenuous day finally seeming to catch up to him.

Johnny just glared at him. "You fucking dork..." He pulled himself a little higher up Shaun's body so he could kiss the giraffe without hurting either of their necks. He then looked like he was about to say something, but at the silly eyebrow wiggle from Shaun, he just shook his head, returning to his original train of thought. "Anyway, as I was saying... Second, I've already put your body through enough changes. And I've dealt with the whole... viable egg instincts before. I'll take the chances and the consequences, and if they work out, you can decide on your own if you want to join me or just wreck me."

As much as Shaun wanted to contemplate further, his mind was starting to get fuzzy. He nodded, then yawned again, holding Johnny close. "Sounds like a plan, Honeybun. Now... it's late, we should go to bed. And shower first thing in the morning... we're still a mess from your place."

Johnny chuckled, kissing Shaun softly. "Okay. Let's hit the hay." He stayed close to Shaun, holding him tenderly all the way until they both drifted to sleep, his head on Shaun's heart and their arms and legs entwined as they finally put the day behind them. They both found themselves dreaming, Shaun with strange fever dreams involving a vixen, a collar, a room he couldn't leave... He cuddled Johnny close unconsciously, his hands resting at Johnny's stomach.

And Johnny's fingers entwined, his own dreams in a similar location, but a very different place. Nuzzling against the big giraffe, he felt the egg there, remembering the feeling that dragged at his brain when an egg was fertile... and for once, he was happy, knowing whose egg he was sharing it with instead of being lost in some pheromone-drunk haze. The dreams didn't stay pleasant, eventually nearly mirroring Shaun's nightmares, but with another by his side... somehow it wasn't quite so bad.