Bunny Lovin'

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Love Between Ladies

"Oh, honey-bunny..."

Linnie giggled, her long, lop ears folded back as she snuggled into her partner's dewlap, the thicker fluff of fur and flesh that was so often present under the chin of a doe rabbit. Some breeds did not develop as much of one, depending on how prevalent their hormones were, but that was no matter. Cinnamon's dewlap was soft and snuggly...just like other parts of the bunny that Linnie adored so much.

The does cuddled together in bed, the white sheets offsetting the hue of their coats, Cinnamon a little larger than her with big, upright ears that the veins stood out from when the weather was warmer, releasing excess heat from her body. But her coat could not have been more different from Linnie's smooth, pure white, the honey-brown of her splashed through erratically in patterns, one white paw contrasting a honey-coloured paw, as if she had dipped herself partially in paint. The skin around her nose and lips could be seen a little more through her fur too, showing grey and pink pigments, though a bunny's nose, while awake, nearly constantly twitched, only stilling when they slumbered peacefully.

But that was not what either bunny needed at that time, Cinnamon grumbling good-naturedly, though there was a sly little smirk on her lips as she rolled her partner over, playfully pinning her on her back.

"Eeep!"

Linnie squirmed, but there was no getting out from the larger, more dominant bunny, the size difference between them something that others had commented on, but, well, the ladies had a lot to comment on. Society thought that they could dictate who they were and what they did with one another, but love between ladies was not to be trifled with.

"Did you think you'd get away with teasing me like that?" Cinnamon crooned, her ears twitching, flicking ever so slightly back and forth. "You're a sly little bunny... But it's not for a little lop bunny to be so bold."

Linnie's breath caught, her dewlap quivering, yet it was not as large nor as plush as Cinnamon's, her nose twitch-twitch-twitching. Already naked, she caught her breath, lips parted, yet Linnie was no match for the larger, stronger bunny's kiss as she claimed her lips with her own.

Cinnamon's tongue invaded her muzzle sweetly yet dominantly, knowing what was hers and having no qualms at all in taking it for her own. She moaned into Cinnamon's mouth, though her lop ears were already slipping further and further back, lost in the moment, the warmth of the morning sunshine filtering in through the open window, curtains swaying lightly in a breeze she could not feel. A Sunday morning was for lovers, she thought dimly, yet there was no one there that would or could disturb them, leaving the bunny does to take their pleasure with one another exactly as they pleased.

The honey-coloured rabbit's paws, however, were far from idle, creeping down Linnie's body, questing and teasing. She did not have to be sweet or gentle when she knew exactly what it was that Linnie wanted, to be held, to be pinned, to be made to feel helpless when she knew her partner had every last one of her best interests in mind.

Where she was helpless, she was loved. Where she was helpless, she was controlled. And Linnie gave that control over willingly to the larger bunny, her body small and demure, sweet and petite with small breasts tipped with pert nipples. They could not help but firm up in the teasing of her arousal, breath hitching even as Cinnamon kissed her even more fiercely, tweaking one of those nipples.

"Mmmph!"

She squirmed, yet there was nowhere for her to go as her heart pounded more and more, chasing away the lightness and sweetness of the Sunday morning, bringing lust forth, hot and heady. She groaned and tried to press back against Cinnamon but it was almost laughable how easily the more dominant bunny of the two pinned her down, overbearing without even thinking about it. Sometimes, with rabbits like them, dominance simply came more naturally to one of them, and Linnie didn't want to be in control when it made her feel as if she was out of control.

Did that make sense? She didn't know, couldn't know, not as her partner squeezed one of her small breasts, fingers digging lightly into her flesh. They were more sensitive when they were little like that, more nerve endings than ever clustered around her nipples, Cinnamon's tongue invading her muzzle, thrusting her own tongue back, as she pinched a nipple.

Linnie tried not to squeak, but feeling just how her partner shuddered against her, striving so very desperately to hold back, was exquisite, Cinnamon pressing her thighs together. She was wet down there, of course she was, but it was the kind of arousal that she knew she had to tease out tenaciously, for it had to be savoured, drop by drop. It was not to be crudely forced, not when Linnie could be coaxed into panting submission beforehand, her body warming as pink heat rushed to the white bunny's lop ears.

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