Master of Bunnies 2

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#2 of Master of Bunnies

Asimar follows the rabbits home and ends up meeting the family, not realizing just what kind of happy fuckers the rabbits are.

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Master of Bunnies

Part 2

for Dreixes

by Draconicon

Asimar and the three rabbits made a narrow escape from the locker room, and 'they' made the decision that it would be better for the dragon to come home with them rather than rooming on the campus. Saving money on room and board when the rabbits were living relatively close - certainly closer than the dragon's own apartment was - was only sensible in the long run, 'they' decided.

In reality, Asimar was quite happy to be taken along once he planted the idea in Harry's head. The 'stud' was the one that called the shots between the three brothers, and despite his desire to be claimed and desired and bred like the females of the family, he still had that assertiveness. The dragon was pretty sure that he'd make a good power bottom slut when all the training was said and done, someone that would be rather useful at handling things when he wasn't around to see to them directly.

In any event, the green dragon allowed himself to be led off of Talogard Universal College grounds, onto the streets and then beneath them. The tunnels going down were measured for bird frames, which meant that he had to duck slightly, and that the rabbits had to hop up to get a grip on the escalators running into the depths of the city. It would have been rather humorous to see Huey and Holt swinging back and forth if it wasn't quite obvious that they were holding on for dear life at the speed at which the escalator moved. Even he had to grip it tighter than usual as the machine sped them to the underground.

Talogard clearly didn't have the capabilities of other species in mind with its various public utilities. He saw evidence of it all the way down, from the talon-grips on the escalators for the birds to grip tight and not risk falling down to the single-bathroom doors at the bottom - marked by a slit that could have been a cloaca or a pussy, it was hard to tell - and buskers that were set for polishing claws rather than shoes. The well-dressed rabbits were crap out of luck; there was nothing for furred species down here.

"Come on, we're going to miss the train," Harry said.

"How far is the train, anyway?" Asimar asked, slumped forward to keep over them, his wings spreading almost jealously around the three rabbits. Was he already thinking of them as his hoard? Perhaps. It would have explained a couple of things. "I thought you said that this burrow was close."

"Oh, it is. Only three stops."

"Then why -"

"Faster underground, and a hell of a lot safer."

Safer. Just what kind of things happened to rabbits above, he wondered?

Then he thought of how every single building loomed at least ten stories tall. He thought about the various shadows that the spaces between the tall buildings cast. He thought about the alleys that were four times wider than in any other city that he had ever seen, and realized the hunting zones that the hawks had created for themselves throughout the city. Yes, he could see why the underground would be considered safer in that case.

They hurried past the ticket office with Harry and the other brothers tapping the gate with a card that Asimar didn't have. He faked it with a quick slap, jolting the system with a small shock that fooled it long enough for him to step through. Down another escalator and through a tunnel that was deceptively bright on the ceiling - probably meant to imitate the sky far above the surface - they eventually reached the subway platform. Asimar stood up straight as soon as they stepped out of the tunnel, blinking at the way it felt.

Admittedly, his experience with 'modern' forms of transportation were limited, and there were many days when he preferred the simple magic of shapeshifting or teleportation to get where he wanted to go. Cars tended to be noisy, planes were worse and tightly cramped - even if they did make for more entertaining ways of getting from one place to another with a built-in audience and play-chest of people-toys - and trains were probably his least-favorite way of getting anywhere. They were slender tubes of metal that had neither the speed and potential of planes, nor the freedom of motion that cars did. They were restricted to a linear path in a controlled tube that sealed him off from far more of his magic than he particularly liked, and in the underground, he always felt like he was trapped in a way that made his scales itch.

This station was not like any of the others. Rather than a low ceiling barred by beams of concrete or stone, the ceiling arched higher and higher, spun 'round with slender lines of metal. Silver, iron, or steel, it was gray and yet glimmered under the eye, and it took him a moment to realize that they were meant to be talons, encircling and clawing at the roof and pulling it higher and higher, as if borne aloft by the birds that had built the place in the first place. It was both condescending and yet a gift of space and openness.

He rather admired the sheer arrogance of it.

The trains were even better. As the first one pulled into the station and slowed by the platform, he realized that it was double-wide compared to the trains that he had traveled in before, and that the ceiling was even taller than usual. It reached nearly four feet higher than his own head, and considering that he stood head and shoulders taller than most of the hawks, that was saying something.

The doors opened and a cool burst of running air billowed out with the open doors. He stepped in with the rabbits, his head turning to catch the breeze still blowing through from the front of the train and the various interlocking carriages.

"Is it open -"

"All the way up," Harry said. "Makes it easier to get everyone onboard and spread through the train."

"...Huh."

"Part of the PPA three years ago, too."

"PPA?"

"Prey Protection Act. The more open areas there are, the easier it is for us to feel safe."

"Ah. I understand."

The breeze coming through the carriages felt like a wind being blown from the front of the train to the back where they were sitting, and while it did bring along with it the smell of various bodies - most of which were clean, but some of which were, well, a trifle whiffy - the cool feeling and the sense of moving at speed through the air soothed him in a way that no other train ever had. He sat down with his wings flared, able to even enjoy that much open space, and chuckled as he got comfortable.

Harry sat on his lap, of course. The former stud smiled, and Asimar indulged himself with fondling the little rabbit all the way to their station.

The Burrow, as Harry called it, was further off from the college than Asimar had thought. He'd known that it would be more than a comfortable walking distance away with it being a full three stations, but he hadn't realized that the stations would be spread so far out as they were. When he and the rabbits surfaced from the underground - riding an escalator that seemed more than slightly determined to either throw them back where they'd come or fling them into the sky itself when they reached surface level - he realized that they weren't just further out than he thought. They were in a lesser area of the city.

No longer surrounded by tall buildings that might as well have been topped with gargoyles with all the birds that called them home, they were instead surrounded by streets that went past sunken lots. The Burrow was literally paved roads going past little sinkholes that had been filled in and repurposed as poor housing.

No wonder the rabbits were not exactly in the majority in this city. It was shit.

They led him down the road for a few blocks before finally taking a turn towards one of the other rows of sinkholes. He tried to figure out what, if anything, distinguished theirs from any other, but aside from having the same brown-and-white speckled front door as half the others and a little less grime over the doorknob, it was all but indistinguishable for him. The dragon shook his head as he followed them down, biting his lips as they walked up to a door that he already knew would require him to go down to all fours to get through.

Harry, at least, looked back apologetically.

"Sorry. I never thought about how we were going to do this."

"Just tell me that it gets bigger further in."

"Oh, uh, it does."

"...But?"

"Bigger, not necessarily taller."

"..."

"But there's a few rooms where it'll work."

"The first laugh I hear, I'm leaving," the green dragon said.

"Deal."

Harry opened the door, and the three rabbits stepped inside. There was a new voice calling back, then a second, both of them vaguely feminine. He wondered if they were siblings or someone older, and chuckled under his breath at the thought.

For the moment, Asimar had something embarrassing before him, and he figured that he might as well get it out of the way. He straightened up his shirt and got down on all fours, crawling through the open door. It was not that small that he had to squeeze to get through, and it was larger than a crawlspace. He might have been able to make it work at a squat, and he decided to give that a try.

Thump.

"Ugh...ow..."

Rubbing his head and hoping that he hadn't left too large a dent in the ceiling with his horns, he used his tail to pull the door closed and squat-walked further into the house. The ceiling was low enough that it would have come up to slightly over his navel if he had been standing, and though it was rounded over his head and lit by a light-strip that curved along the top of the ceiling, it was still more than slightly cramped as he followed the winding pathway.

"Harry?" he called. "Where are you?"

"Oh, uh, skip the first two intersections and take a left at the third," the rabbit called back.

"...This is ridiculous," he muttered.

But then again, it was a burrow, and he supposed that it fit. The rabbits and others that had to fill in these cheap little houses had probably needed to repurpose them, focusing on the instincts and building habits of older times, and -

And that does nothing to stop this from being intensely uncomfortable.

Every step reminded him of the difference between a dragon cave and this burrow. There were no stones to support him, and the wood felt like it was barely sufficient to keep the dirt above them from collapsing and his feet from sinking into the earth beneath the house. While the halls were reminiscent of the caves that he had grown up in and lived in when he had moved from forest to mountain, they were tight, tiny, and made him feel too large and weak to have to settle for something this undersized for his bulk.

The one good thing was that it did remind him how fit he was. If he had been the slightest sort of plump, this sort of movement and this kind of house would have barred him from entrance already. Instead, it was just uncomfortable.

Just. Uncomfortable. He reminded himself that it could be a hell of a lot worse.

Eventually, he reached the proper turn, and when he took it, he found himself face to face with 'his' three rabbits and two more, the latter of which were -

"Oh, sorry, were you - oh dear, I didn't know that they brought non-rabbits home with them," one of the naked females - no, herms - said as she paused in pulling her shirt off. "Oh, dear. I'm -"

"Stop talking and let me get a look at him."

The other rabbit - very definitely a herm, very definitely a bit older (if the first had been in her late thirties, this one was in her early fifties, though doing very good with it) and very, very naked - stepped forward. Gray-furred and with her ears tied back in a makeshift bun along the back of her head, she had a thick-set build that went from her shoulders down to her wide, well-used hips. Asimar might have called them birthing hips if he felt like getting slapped across the face, and if he wasn't staring down at a rabbit cock that was just about as large as Harry's was, and shamelessly erect.

"Uh, sir, this is my grandmother, Debbie," Harry said.

"Grandmother and great-grandmother, heh," Debbie said, tossing her head back and looking up at him. "And who's this handsome man that you've brought home?"

"Just an upperclassman at the college. He was helping me, Huey, and Holt find our way around."

"Reaaaaaally."

Debbie smiled, trailing a finger down along her jawline as she looked him over with a hunger that was usually reserved for a predator wandering the jungle and only finding its prey after days of searching. Asimar cleared his throat, shaking his head as the elder rabbit pushed up her breasts with both hands, obviously showing them off - and they were quite...firm, for all that she was an older woman - and he forced himself to talk.

"Excuse me. Harry offered me a place to stay."

"Yes, yes, I did. He said that he'd, uh, help us out, and we wanted to help him out," Harry said.

And for the moment, he needed help more than he had expected. He reached out with his magic, pulling at the connections that he had made with the stud bunny to try and get a little more help.

_The dragon is your friend.

You want your friend to be safe.

You want him to be welcome.

You want -_

"Harry, are you okay?" the younger of the two herms asked. "You're acting rather...strange. Did you push yourself too hard again?"

Asimar barely restrained himself from facepalming. Right. Yes. He was around those that knew his prey, his...submissives. They would notice if they were behaving out of the ordinary, which in turn meant that he couldn't so easily manipulate them since they weren't so deep within his control just yet.

God.

Damn.

It.

"He's just tired," Asimar said before Harry could say anything. "We did a lot of walking, and he kept running ahead."

"Ah, that's my grandson," Debbie said, giggling. "But maybe I could find someone that would help us make a few more..."

All their attention was off Harry at that moment and on him. She had to be the matriarch of the family if she was the oldest, and the way that she'd just stepped in and taken charge was throwing him for a loop. Not quite so much as when the dirty old woman reached out and grabbed his dick through his pants, though. He very nearly jumped out of his scales when that happened, and he sputtered his words as he tried to ask what the fuck was going on and laugh and scream all at the same time.

"Mmmmm, you've got a big one, don't you? Don't you worry, grandma knows how to handle the big boys. Why, when I was still getting bred on the regular -"

"Mom!"

"Oh, hush, Freddi. It's not like you've been doing nearly as much as Franki; your twin's been putting out wave after wave, while you -"

"I-I was saving myself for Harry."

"Well, you can deal with that now, can't you? Just take him back and do the deed. Harry, you're ready to take on your stud duties now that you're eighteen, right?"

"I - you see -"

"Room, please?!"

Asimar's shout interrupted the building family argument, and just like that, Freddi - Harry's mom and the daughter of the matriarch - stepped forward. While she wasn't flaunting herself so much as the others, she was still completely naked, and Asimar was equal-opportunity enough that it was hard not to stare at her as she stepped up and took him by the arm.

"Come with me. We'll get you settled and then...Well, we'll get you settled."

The herm smelled rather feminine, and he put that down to the fact that she was around more than a few willing dicks and that she was nearly in season. She had that sort of scent to her, and he imagined that the whole 'saving herself' thing had been at least partially true.

But most of all, he was thankful to have a way out of the situation. While he hadn't been sliding toward panic, he had been getting more and more concerned about how the hell he was going to manage things when there were so many rabbits around. The spells had worked back at the locker room because they'd been alone and there hadn't been anyone else to call out the strange behavior. If he had pushed any harder than he had here, then he would have been pushing Harry to do something out of character, his family would have called him on it, and the connection between the two of them would have been disrupted at best, and utterly broken at worst. He had to be careful. He had to be a lot more careful.

And he needed so much more space, for the love of all that was good. God, his legs were hurting creeping around in a squat like this.

They eventually stepped out of the hallway and into one of the rooms. Freddi gestured inside and he was able to at least get off the balls of his feet and sit down. Sure, he had to bend his head forward a bit, but it was better than the constant strain on his thighs and calves.

"Sorry about my mother," Freddi said. "She's always been that way around anyone with a dick."

"It's fine, just...unexpected."

"You obviously haven't been around many rabbits."

"Right in one," he muttered. "Is there going to be a problem with me staying here?"

"Well, um..."

Which meant yes, but not in a way that she wanted to talk about. He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Can I have a minute?"

"Yes! I mean, sure, you take the time you need, dear."

Freddi's cheeks were burning red as she turned to leave, but despite it all, he couldn't quite help but look down at her ass. It was one hell of an ass, and he could see where Harry had gotten his bunny buns from.

The door closed, and he forced himself to pull his legs off the floor and cross them over his lap. Time to focus. Time to breathe. Time to calm himself the hell down.

He hadn't been caught. He reminded himself of that three times over, making sure that he believed it before moving on. No matter how close it had been, no matter how much the alarm bells had been going off in his skull, he hadn't been caught out in manipulating and controlling someone else just yet. There'd just been a little concern for Harry.

Likewise, the spell had worked, and it was continuing to work. The rabbit stud wanted to be wanted, and he had shown how much he liked submitting and being wanted on the train. Hell, they'd come within inches of actually fucking on the train, all the rules of common decency be damned. The only reason that they hadn't was because they'd reached the station before he could be completely tempted to pull his dick out.

And that's a step in the right direction, too, Asimar told himself. You're not giving into everything the second that the temptation comes to mind. That's not weak.

That was probably the part that he needed to tell himself most. In the past, fighting for his life, pushing his limits, meant that he had to constantly be showing just how strong he was. If someone doubted him, then they needed to be taught. If someone thought - wrongly - that they were stronger than him, then he needed to knock them down and show them just how very wrong they were. It was just the way that things had worked.

It had taken him so long, so very long to be able to hold back when someone thought differently of him. Having Debbie groping him as if she was in charge and would stay in charge had very nearly thrown him right back into that sort of situation, demanding that he take charge and obliterate her mind and resistance, unleashing every bit of his power to take her right then and there.

There would have been nothing left, and he'd still almost done it.

But the almost mattered.

He hadn't done it.

He was better at controlling himself, and that was not weak.

Asimar managed to take a deep breath and not feel like he was going to wheeze it back out in a panicked exhalation, and for him, that was a win. He had managed to pull himself back together, and he hadn't needed a slap around the back of his head from his teacher to do it. That, too, was a sign of just how much better he was compared to that first other-world that he had been taken to.

He chuckled, slowly lowering his hands to his knees. It was time to start thinking of a different way forward. He had managed to get Harry's loyalty, but he had to do something about the rest of the family. Freddi clearly had issues, and that meant that he had a way in with her. Debbie...

The dragon shuddered. There was something in that voracious hunger that implied that there was still a hard core to the older woman, something that would be both demanding and stern and just dominant enough that he doubted that she'd go to full slut, even if she had a hint of ditz to some of her behavior. He would have to work around her, make sure that there were plenty of others that would be able to give her the dicking that she really needed. Much as he hated to admit it, there was only so much dragon to go around.

Freddi first, then the rest of Harry's generation...

And that would be more than enough to ensure that he had everything that he needed for his time in this world. And so long as he kept Debbie busy, and Harry focused on him, and just...kept all those balls in the air...

Oh, this was going to be a headache, he could already tell. He didn't know how some of the other, more machiavellian dragons managed to keep so many balls in the air at once, but for the first time, Asimar was starting to respect the efforts that the great schemers put out. This was hard, and he was only trying to get his rocks off.

First step. Freddi.

Once he had her, then he could nail down a plan for the rest of the burrow, and she had enough weak points for him to take advantage of. That was the thing that made her a better target than the others, and he would make sure that she let him in.

Knock, knock.

"Come in," Asimar said.

It was Freddi, to his relief. He'd had a split second to worry that he might have invited Debbie into his room, and as much as he had a hard-on for the rabbits, he didn't know if he could take that cougar at the moment. The lapine herm shut the door behind her, shaking her head.

"If it helps, we talked to my mother. She, uh, she won't be bothering you for the next day, at least."

"Guest's first night, settling in?" he guessed.

"Mm-hmm. She respects the rules of hospitality, at least."

"Sorry about the awkwardness."

"It's alright," Freddi assured him. "I mean...it's not every day that your son brings home a different species. We expected him to find someone that would be secondary to the family, but - oh, goodness, you probably don't need to hear about that."

"I heard that you were saving yourself for him. Is that, uh...normal, for rabbits?"

"Well, yes, of course. We've been breeding in the family since as far back as we can remember. Once the pure females disappeared, we've just kept going, and...well, I suppose we're a little different to most species with that, but aside from that little mutation, we haven't had any of the other incest problems that everyone keeps going on about..." She rubbed the back of her head. "Oh, goodness. I'm sorry. I'm...this is probably very strange for you. It's not - I don't know how to start with this."

"Heh, let me guess. You're not as into it as they are."

"Oh, no, that's - that's not it at all. Just...you know...saving myself."

"For Harry?" he asked. She nodded. "Why?"

Freddi started to answer, closed her mouth, then tried again. This went on for nearly a minute while he watched, and as she kept fumbling for words - she must have been a very honest woman, he thought, to have such a hard time finding a good lie - he reached out for her the same way that he had reached out for Harry. He could feel the cracks and chinks in her mental armor, little crevices that he could wiggle his mental fingers in, and as she kept stuttering and stop-starting the conversation, he wiggled his grip in deeper and deeper.

Finally, he took her by the arm. The curvaceous lapine woman stopped in her tracks, turning to face him, and he waited as the soft 'slap' of her dick swinging around and against her hip caught him ever so slightly off-guard. He waited for it to sag back down, then put on a small smile.

"Just be honest with me," he said, and jammed the beginnings of that spell in deep.

_You want him to like you.

You want the dragon to want you.

You want him to listen.

You want to talk to him.

Talking to him will make him like you._

It was such a basic thing, nearly the same as what he had done to Harry, but it was so useful that there seemed no reason to change it. Giving someone something to want - a connection, a bit of friendship, things that everyone wanted - and a way to do it was just...so easy. And it worked again, as Freddi admitted something that he doubted that she would have said to just anyone without thinking much more carefully about it.

"I'm scared of being pregnant again," Freddi said.

"...Oh? And why's that?" Asimar asked, slowly levering himself down. Oh, this was not meant to be a bunny-bed, clearly; he actually fit in it. "I thought that was what you were saving yourself for with Harry."

"I know, that's what I said, but..." She rubbed the back of her head. "I just...it was terrifying, in a way. I had so many of them at once. Harry, Huey, Holt, Henry, Hilda, Hank, Heath, Holly, and Hugo. All at the same time."

A nine-bunny litter. That nearly made his eye-ridges go bouncing right off his forehead. The idea of having that many young popping out of anyone in anything but egg form sounded more than enough to leave someone just a little petrified of it.

At the same time, the idea of putting that many back in her was more than a little appealing. He resisted the urge to reach for his crotch as the bunny herm sat at the edge of the bed, her hands on her bare thighs as she leaned forward. Unlike Debbie, her ears hung loose over the back of her head and down her shoulders, going most of the way to the small of her back. She breathed slowly, squeezing her hands into tight fists, then letting them go.

"I told them that...I told them that I'd wait for one of them to turn out to be a stud. A mom can do that, you know. We can pick whether we want to get pregnant again as soon as we can, or whether we want to keep it with our kids."

"That's what Debbie did. The whole...grandmother/great-grandmother thing?" he asked.

"Yep. She's my mom and my grandmother; my dad was her son."

"I see..." A convoluted web, and one that he was amazed hadn't fallen apart. Something had really blessed this family line. "So, you didn't go for that."

"No."

"And now that he's grown up, you're scared again. Think that you can't take it, that you're not sure that you want to be a mom to that many kids again?"

"I could barely pay attention to all of them the first time around. I don't know if I could do that as much as I'm supposed to."

"Ever considered not fucking in the family?" he teased.

"Oh god, no. It's not...well...it's not something that most of the others would understand." Freddi chuckled nervously, again, probably saying things that she wouldn't have without the influence of the magic that he had put on her. "Franki has been going at it with her kids, with our cousins. I think she had it from Debbie one time, too."

"But not from anyone outside?"

Freddi shook her head. He scooted forward a little, not quite enough to bump her with the growing bulge in his pants, but more than enough to give her a little bit of body warmth from behind. She leaned back almost unconsciously, and he used his tail to help guide her to lay on him.

"You know, there's something rather interesting about dragons."

"What's that?"

"We don't have live births."

The rabbit MILF turned to face him, cocking her head to the side. He chuckled, pressing his hand to her stomach, both rubbing it and easing a little more power into the spell within her.

_Want him.

Trust him.

Believe him.

Embrace him._

"We fuck hard, almost as hard as rabbits." Harder, really. "And at the end of it, the mother doesn't deliver young. She delivers eggs. Smooth, hard, much easier to pass eggs...and depending on who the mother is, either just a few or quite a lot, but it's much easier on them...and much more pleasurable."

"P-pleasurable?" Freddi asked.

"I've seen dragonesses cum from it."

_Want him.

Trust him._

"...Do you...think that could happen with a rabbit?"

"I think we could find out." He smirked, knowing they were right on the verge. "Do you want to?"

There was something truly lovely about the way that his prey shivered when he had his hands on them properly. Male or female, small or large, young or old, they all had the same reaction. They felt his claws, they realized that they were trapped, and rather than running, they submitted to the inevitable.

She trembled, backing her ass up against his hand, and he smelled her juices flowing faster. He didn’t even need to hear her response; he already knew it was ‘yes.’

The End

Summary: Asimar follows the rabbits home and ends up meeting the family, not realizing just what kind of happy fuckers the rabbits are.

Tags: M/H, M/M, Rabbit, Age Difference, Dragon, Family, Incest, No Females, All Herms, Mother, Grandmother, Nudity, Family Casualness, Corruption, Series, Size Difference,

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