Bunny Invasion: Setting the Stage
#4 of Bunny Invasion
This one's the "mean" chapter. Not the best place to put in sexy things, but we'll get back to that later.
Kit couldn't quite figure out what had her so agitated as she handed Timothy a cup of coffee. So he was Marie's father. Maybe the bunny girl had put in a good word with him. Sure she was worried about Fennith, but her mate was a big girl. If she was sick or something it wasn't as if she was alone...
Once she had sat down, Timothy sighed into his cup. "There is no good way to say certain things." He let it hang there for a moment, watching Kit's reaction. Though her expression was one of curiosity, her tail betrayed something was gnawing at her. He knew all too well where she was. Still justifying the oddities the same way he had. She'd be walking right into an ambush when she returned home. "What is your impression of Marie?"
The odd question took a moment to sink in. "Well...we're a lot alike. She's got more than her fair share of confidence, and enjoys being in charge, same as me. I don't really have any reason not to like her. She makes Lyla happy. Why?"
Taking another sip, Timothy kept his expression neutral but his paws fidgeted slightly with the cup. "Nothing peculiar about her?"
The conversation was getting a little weird, but Kit wondered if maybe he was asking her since both she and Lyla weren't exactly welcome in their parents home due to their choice of mate. Testing the water to see what his daughter was marrying into, in a way. "Nothing in particular. She's quite the looker, to the point I wonder how she does it. Smells nice, too."
"I see." The older rabbit set his cup down, folding his paws on his lap. Though he presented himself well, he seemed...less than boss material in many ways. Most apparent is how he avoided direct eye contact with the much larger female across from him. "How much has she, or perhaps your sister, told you about our family?"
Unable to help herself, Kit smirked a bit. "You're not secretly a mob boss or something, are you?"
Timothy smiled and shook his head, his ears flopping about the same way Marie's would. "I'm afraid nothing so grandiose, Mrs. Tigyra."
Kit mewed in mock disappointment. "Not a whole lot, really. I know you and the missus have been quite busy over the years." While a compliment, she chided herself for saying such a thing to her boss. Her lack of tact had gotten her in trouble before.
Visibly uncomfortable, Timothy picked his cup back up and fussed with it, taking a long drink. "That's...partially true. The reality behind it relates to why I am here tonight. It also relates to your worry. You're already caught up in this, so you need to know."
A nervous grin was all Kit could muster. "What do you mean?"
After draining his cup, the older rabbit set it down once again. "Marie is...atypical. A confluence of rare occurrences in my clan's blood. As you know she has a very strong force of personality. With it comes a very powerful drive toward her goals. Normally both good qualities any parent would applaud, especially when the norm among my clan is trying to keep our heads down. But at the same time..." He wrung his paws nervously, unsure of how to continue and blushing through his white fur. "If she wants something bad enough, even if it's not hers to take, she will do what she has to to get it."
Pulling out a photo, he set it down on the table between them face down. On it was Marie's handwriting, marking it as one of her graduation photos. Perplexed, Kit picket it up. Park greenery surrounded the group of at least two dozen furs, scalies, and avians, every single one hugely pregnant. Some wore graduate robes, but a few noticeably older females did not. Each one looked very happy, one hand rubbing their bloated bellies and the other flashing a victory sign. In the middle of it all was Marie, grinning proudly with her hands on the bellies of two females nearby.
Once Kit had the chance to take in the picture for a moment, Timothy struggled to disclose more. "The same drive that has made her a millionaire also convinced her it was ok to breed every single female in her dorm. She did the same to several of her professors. Married or not. All in the name of, as she put it, 'research and good fun.' The 'research' and 'testing' she did for her thesis will end up sending more than thirty females to the maternity ward over the next year."
The mental grinding of gears was nearly audible, Kit struggling to take it in for several minutes. So many things that didn't make sense rattled in her brain, one question eventually fighting its way into words. "But...how? Marie's female. I've seen her in a robe. They're very real."
Timothy sighed and shook his head. "Marie is more than female. We raised her as a girl to avoid undue social stress on her, but in truth she is a shi. A true hermaphrodite, with all that comes with it." The older rabbit was clearly having trouble disclosing all of this, shifting nervously in his seat. "That alone would be manageable. But in hir early teens shi manifested as a hyper fur as well."
Kit growled angrily, standing tall and pacing while her emotions warred with what her mind was telling her was an obvious reason for being told this at all. "That makes even less sense! Normal furs can't mate with hypers!"
Cringing into his chair, Timothy forced himself to keep going, only to find he couldn't stop. "I-I thought the same thing. I was so shocked the first time I caught my wife...helping Marie masturbate. I accepted without question her explanation that it was to help Marie control hirself. It was my wife and hyper daughter. What else could I think? I had to justify it any way I could. Even when they stopped making any effort to hide how much they both enjoyed it I held on to the idea that Marie couldn't replace me fully. But something about Marie made it possible. I was still the bread winner, but Marie took my place as the head of household at 15 years old when shi bred hir mother right in front of me. I got no reprieve until shi left for college."
A second picture was shakily tossed onto the table, sliding over to where Kit could see it. The younger bunny girl in it was clearly Marie, smaller but still very well developed. Lower down, absolutely soaked in absurd amounts of cum and sucking on the truly enormous cock attached to Marie's crotch was another female bunny, this one sporting a huge and pregnant-looking belly. Likely hir own mother. Possibly Timothy as the photographer, too. The both of them were smiling, flashing victory signs at the camera and clearly enjoying the act.
Kit roared and put a fist through the wall, crushing both pictures and turning a furious eye on the trembling bunny. "And you waited this long to tell me I left my wife with an oversexed home wrecker?!"
Under better circumstances she might have realized how terrified she'd left Timothy. He'd only barely had the courage to warn her at all, the hurt Marie had caused pushing him to do things he normally shrunk from. That he never really had a chance against Marie was plainly evident as he hid behind the furniture. "I only figured out what she was up to today, I swear!"
Fighting back panic and worry, Kit began gathering up her belongings and tossing them haphazardly into her bag. She had no idea what she was going to do. What if Lyla was complicit in it? Was Fennith ok? Her emotions and instincts demanded violence. Lots of violence. But that wouldn't truly help. She might hurt Fennith, and Lyla would be crushed. The sounds of a seam of her bag ripping from her rough handling seemed to be the last straw, Kit finally bursting into tears and falling to her knees, sobbing into her travel bag.
Calming down slowly as Kit's rage turned to grief, Timothy poked his head out from behind the chair. "I-I know h-how you f-feel. P-please understand I d-didn't tell you this just to upset you. I'm t-trying to prepare you. I n-need your help. What Marie did changed my wife. A slip of the tongue from her is the only reason I even know what's going on. She was so happy Marie had told her shi'd found the perfect family to breed as hir own."
Kit heard but couldn't really respond. She knew Fennith better than anyone. Even if the submissive she-wolf wanted to, she wouldn't be able to say no if Marie absolutely insisted. Kit knew she had to get home. Protect Fennith. Save her from being turned into some slavering sex addict to an opportunistic sociopath. But first she had to get her legs to obey her and stand up.
Still not ready to come out, Timothy swallowed hard and tried again."Mrs. Tigyra...Kit...you have to understand. Marie has been working on your mate since shi arrived at your house. Possibly on you as well. Shi arranged for the company to hire you without my knowledge. You know what that means. Shi felt the time was right. Your mate is already pregnant and under her influence. If you're not ready for her you will be too."
All Kit could manage was shaking her head and chirping sadly. Why wouldn't he just shut up?! Let her have the illusion she could stop the worst from happening?
Glad she at least hadn't roared at him again, the overstressed rabbit felt his heart slowly stop pounding in his chest. "I'm a failure as a father and a husband. Somewhere along way shi began believing that if shi can take it, it was hirs to begin with and isn't doing any real harm." Finally managing to gather up the courage to stand, he kept his distance but no longer hid. "I couldn't stop hir then and I can't now. But maybe you can. If shi keeps going like this, one day she'll get herself and someone else killed."
Finally her heat had ended. For four days her body had been wracked with an unbearable need to breed. For four days she'd been stuffed full of Marie's thick and potent cum. She couldn't even move now because her belly was so big. If flowed off the edges of the bed, sloshing with every shift, but leaving her content with how...right it was. How wonderful it was to be filled with fresh batches of the bunny's exquisite seed every few hours.
But now her Mistress and Lyla were preparing for something. They'd brought in a large metal tub and set it behind her, Marie coming up to kiss her some more while Lyla massaged her belly. "You look wonderful with such a big belly, Fennith. But now that your heat has ended and all my seeds have taken root, it's time to help me out. You've been so good I've decided to let you drain."
Fennith felt herself getting upset at the idea. "But... Mistress...I like being so full. I didn't want to at first, but I didn't know how happy it would make me. Do...do you have to?" Her body insisted it stay full, but she knew better than to demand. Perhaps her Mistress would agree not to if shi knew it would be more a punishment than a reward.
Marie rubbed hir paw over Fennith's hypersensitive and already slowly growing upper breasts. "Yes, I have to. You're helping me make more of what I gave you before breeding you. Alongside all the kits I put in you is a gold mine." Shi moved her paws to Fennith's enormous belly, feeling the sperm slosh around inside. "With just my cum alone I can make a pretty potent fertility drug. But letting it ferment inside a freshly knocked up slut like yourself brings out it's true potential."
Fennith shivered. She could no longer deny what she was. She was Marie's slut. Her Mistress meant it as a term of endearment, but the she-wolf loved the dirtiness of the title even as it stung. What would Kit think of her now? Would she still love her despite a crippling addiction to herm bunny cock and cum? She knew she'd be giving Marie puppies for a very long time. Could Kit truly forgive her for becoming such an insatiable creature, fundamentally unable to keep from fucking Marie raw and willingly painting her own womb with unending volumes of sperm?
Seeing the grief crossing Fennith's face, Marie brought one paw up to it and pulled the older female into eye contact. "Now, now, puppy. No moping. I told you everything is going to be fine. I've got it all planned out. Kit will understand VERY well once I'm done explaining everything to her. Once I start taking care of you both, you can be together always. No more agonizing weeks apart or worrying about paying the bills."
Fennith wagged her tail. She tried to believe that, and hoped it would come true. But at the same time... "I-I just want...Kit to decide that for herself. Please, Mistress."
Marie kissed Fennith's forehead, stroking her cheek. "Don't worry, puppy. I'm just going to show her what it's like as I explain, just like I did for you. Trust me. She'll be happy to join in."
With that, Fennith felt Lyla spreading her pussy open as Marie moved out of her sight again. Something wide and warm was pushed into her passage, sending shivers through her body. When it reached the end, she felt something pressing into her somehow still tight cervix, and the floodgate opened. She howled in orgasm as the pressure in her pregnant belly discovered an outlet. Thick, off-white sludge flowed down the tube, the sound of it hitting the metal of the tub quickly replaced by slopping sounds as it built up. The musk that filled the room was indescribably potent, Fennith even wondering if it might be enough to rekindle her heat. She found herself wishing it would.
Her belly shrank about a fourth of the way over several long, agonizing minutes. The hugely stretched dome cramped a bit as it did, skin and muscles re-tightening with amazing speed. A major perk of becoming a hyper, she guessed. Her breath was ragged by the time the tube was pulled out of her cervix, the ring snapping shut once again and trapping the still huge volume of bunny cum still inside her where it was. She was so happy she wasn't empty, rubbing her belly lovingly and cooing while her Mistress and Lyla finished their work.
The sound of sticky sloshing could be heard, Marie and Lyla appearing in her vision once more as they headed to the door. Between them was the tub, a cap on it but seed running over the sides. Marie grinned at her as they left. "We'll be right back, Fennith. Quite a lot more to get out of you still. Then we can work on making more."
Fennith's entire body flushed with anticipation, Marie's promise sending several mini orgasms through her. She thought she'd just be giving Marie young and pleasure. She felt proud to know she would still be contributing to their livelihood, even if the manner in which she did so was one she never would have imagined only a few days ago.