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It’s afternoon when Djeeta flees from the sun’s harsh rays to Raduga’s inviting twilight.
Stepping below deck, into the cooler air steeped in the murmur of different conversations, she can feel the tension melting from her body.
She plops herself into a seat by the bar and, after making sure no eyes are on her, heaves a little sigh. Playing support always gets to her. It’s nerve-wracking, being responsible for the entire party’s wellbeing. She’s glad today’s mission is over and everyone made it out unscathed, in no small part thanks to her hard work.
At least the Sage’s bunny ears are cute, she tells herself, but it’s a small comfort to her body, exhausted from weaving spell after spell.
Ladiva spots her from the far side of the bar and motions that she’ll be right over and Djeeta in turn motions for her to take it easy. Peering past the Draph, she can spot a sour face. Looks like the lovely bartender’s services are needed elsewhere. On any other day, she might’ve tried to sneak closer to eavesdrop a bit, but right now she’s too happy to be sinking into the unfairly comfortable bar stool to even want to think about getting up again.
Ladiva outdid herself; Raduga is truly an oasis.
Until the peace is disturbed as a conversation draws nearer.
“I’m still not giving you a free drink.”
“I’m not asking for a free drink! I’m just telling you how proud of you I am! I mean look at you, holding down a job all by yourself. Dealing with people, even! Hospitality is no joke.”
Seox enters the subgalley with flattened ears and an irritated expression plastered across the half of his face that isn’t covered by a mask, contrasted by Seofon and his smile that lights up the dim den.
“My shift is about to start.”
“That’s exactly my point!”
There’s no hiding from the trained eyes of an assassin, because Seox spots Djeeta and wastes no time shoving Seofon towards her. “You take him.”
“Mi amor! Te hecho de menos!” the Eternal cries out, disturbing the sacred silence of the place, even though she saw him just this morning. When Djeeta and Seox both flinch, he thankfully lowers his voice before continuing: “I’m just trying to tell Seox how proud I am of him.”
“Are you drunk?” Seox asks, not very accepting of his leader’s feelings.
Seofon wraps an arm around Djeeta as a greeting, using the other to indicate something at about the level of his hip. “I remember when you were just yay high. Now look at you. You’ve grown up so quickly.”
“I have to go,” the Erune informs them curtly and ducks out of the conversation just as Seofon starts to sniffle.
“You sound like an empty nester,” Djeeta informs her boyfriend. He lets her maneuver him into the empty seat next to her, but still looks very emotional, even if the faux offense is taking over his expression.
“I’ll have you know I’m a very spry and youthful big brother figure.”
“I think using the word spry to describe yourself just made you at least ten years older.”
Seofon pouts for a solid three seconds before the emotions come bubbling out of him again. “It’s just so nice to see them all coming into their own. Seox is holding down a job that requires people skills and making friends, Feower and Tien are running a cafe and planning for the future and did you hear about Niyon’s big concert last week? Huge. And completely sold out.”
“They’re doing so well for themselves,” Djeeta confirms with a smile and ruffles a hand through his hair.
“At this rate they won’t be needing me anymore,” is what she thinks she heard Seofon say then, but she immediately feels the need to second guess herself.
“What was that?” she asks, just to make sure.
“Huh?” he echoes, like she asked something outrageous, before a smile grows on his features. “I said it’s gonna be even more difficult to get everyone together for a meet-up at this rate. Schedules are rapidly filling up, I got to act quickly if I’m going to get everyone together for a weekend trip.” He laughs at his own words and Djeeta is almost convinced. Almost.
But just as she opens her mouth to inquire about that flash of melancholy that she thought she saw shining through in his gaze, that tugs on a distant memory, he interrupts her by flicking the bunny ears on her costume. “Nice ears.”
“I’m adorable,” she confirms, but before she can steer the conversation back to its previous, precarious topic, a different voice interrupts.
“I’m inclined to agree. Perhaps it’s time for the kitten to become a bunny.”
Djeeta swivels around and recognizes Christina as the sour face she saw earlier.
“Oh, hey,” she greets the manager of the Jewel Resort and the woman grants her a gracious little wave before occupying the stool right in front of Djeeta with aplomb. It takes some effort not to stare when she crosses her long legs.
“Sorry for the wait,” Ladiva thankfully provides the perfect out when she approaches behind the bar. “We were so caught up in our conversation. But now I’m here for you. Anything I can get you?”
“The usual,” Djeeta stammers and the Draph chuckles warmly as she prepares that little cocktail Djeeta has fallen in love with. After taking a little sip and letting the sweetness wash away the toils of the day, the skyfarer turns back to the woman in the oversized coat. “What was that about a bunny?”
“Ah,” Christina replies slowly and picks up her oversized wine glass. She gives it a little swivel and watches the red liquid slosh around in its glassy dome for a while, like she’s enjoying its fruitless struggle to try and escape. “I’m sure you’re aware that our yearly championship matches are coming up.”
“Of course.” Djeeta smiles. How could she forget? “I’ve been looking forward to them for a while now.”
“Wonderful. We’re expecting packed floors this year as well.”
“Ladiva’s matches are a real crowd magnet, huh?”
Christina takes a tiny, lady-like sip but then slams her glass onto the bar with a fervor that makes Djeeta flinch. “Let me cut straight to the chase, kitten. I’m a few bunny girls short that night and I’m not about to work my loyal underlings to death on such a big day.”
“Kitten?” Djeeta hears Seofon ask on her other side and when she quickly waves him off, she can hear him snicker into his palm.
“That’s great?” She tries, not sure if she can follow what Christina is saying. “Very responsible of you.”
Christina lunges forward and grabs the young skyfarer’s shoulders. “I was about to fall into a pit of despair, but your poise, your grace. The way you wear those ears. I want you to work for me, kitten. Help me out on the day of the championship match.”
“As a bunny girl?” she asks, dumbfounded.
“I’m sure you would look lovely,” Ladiva chirps.
“I mean, I don’t mind helping out on principle, but I was mostly hoping to challenge Ladiva to a battle after the match, when you open the ring to challengers from the audience, y’know,” Djeeta admits with a little laugh and Christina slumps back into her stool, before suddenly snapping herself upright again, straight as a die.
“That’s a shame,” she murmurs to herself.
“Aw, I’d love to face you in the ring!” Ladiva beams. “It would be delightful to share the stage with you again.”
“Thanks!” Djeeta returns her smile in equal brightness. “I’ve been training for weeks. I’ve been developing techniques that give even the leader of the Eternals a run for this money.”
“Let’s not put that out there so carelessly,” Seofon hurries to say.
Ladiva regards the two of them with a warm smile, then gently pats Christina’s shoulder. “Looks like we’ll have to look elsewhere for a kind soul willing to help out, Christy.”
“I mean, if there was a way I could do both, I’d totally be game,” Djeeta offers. She’d hate to let down a friend.
“Both,” Christina echoes, lost in thought.
“I imagine seeing one of our bunny girls rise to the challenge in the ring would be very exciting for the audience,” Ladiva muses.
“It would be a guaranteed crowd pleaser,” Christina agrees. “I remember Therese’s popularity skyrocketing after she did a few shifts as a bunny girl. They ate that up.” But then she locks her gaze on Djeeta again. “There probably won’t be enough time for you to change in between matches, though. I told you, it gets busy.”
“What if I just fought as a bunny girl?” Djeeta responds. “You said it yourself, it’d be sure to wow the crowd.”
“While high-quality, those costumes are not really designed to withstand the strain of battle,” Christina shoots back. “I would hate for you to show off more than you intended during that fight.”
Djeeta absently tugs on her cape. Yeah, she could do without a nip slip on stage in front of a crowd, she figures. That’s not really for her.
“What if you made a special bunny suit that can withstand a fierce fight?” Seofon chimes in. “Then everything would work out timing-wise and neither would have to hold back too much.”
“There isn’t a lot of time until the match though,” Ladiva points out. “And our tailor is going to be busy perfecting our costumes until then. I’m not sure if they’ll have the time to squeeze in another order.”
“Oh, I can make them work,” Christina smirks and tugs on her whip.
“What if you got someone else to make the costume?” Djeeta interjects, feeling a pang of pity for the Jewel Resort’s tailor. “We could always ask Korwa if she’s free.”
“It’s also a matter of organizing the proper fabrics,” Ladiva remarks. “Not everything will do for these costumes. You need a certain amount of elasticity that dress fabrics don’t really provide.”
“I might be able to help with that,” Seofon says then. “Siero gave me some of her old stock for real cheap after I got her out of a pickle. There’s a roll there that’s flexible but shockingly durable. Could be just what you’re looking for.”
“You could make the costume,” Djeeta tells him with a smile.
Christina peers past her, like this is her first time noticing Seofon at all. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re one of the Eternals, aren’t you?”
“Leader of the whole outfit, that’s right.” He grins.
“And you sew?”
“I dabble.”
Christina scoffs and points the handle of her whip at the man. “I don’t settle for mere hobbyists. I have standards. I run a tight ship, not a charity, and we don’t pick up any stray little kitten.”
While Seofon looks amused at the whip hovering inches from his nose, Djeeta thinks back to the mumbled words she thinks she heard earlier.
“At this rate they won’t be needing me anymore.”
It reminds her of her first time on Terra, after having bested the tortoise in a fight. Once everyone had congratulated her on passing their test, the Eternals started teasing Seofon about Djeeta replacing him as their leader. Even after admitting to the joke being just that, he stayed back for a bit, staring at the distant horizon. Djeeta still remembers the melancholic expression on his face, framed by the light of the setting sun.
“Maybe I should just quit being the leader, after all.”
She couldn’t stand to look at it back then, either.
“Seofon’s dabbling is what other people spend years to accomplish,” Djeeta hastily interrupts. “He’s the mastermind behind the Mask Bleu Clair outfit!”
Seofon laughs sheepishly and Ladiva clasps her hands together in delight. From the corners of her eyes, Djeeta can see Seox flatten his ears and back far away from their little gathering. Right. That's an episode he'd prefer to remain forgotten. Talked about only in hushed tones.
Christina finally seems convinced, sitting back with a smile tugging on her lips. “Alright. You’ve convinced me, my long-eared kitten. You’re going to help out as a bunny girl and he gets to make your suit so that you can show everyone your hidden claws. I’ll have one of my servants send you the patterns shortly.”
Djeeta cheers while the woman empties her glass before pointing the handle of her whip at the Eternal once more. “You have two weeks. And I told you, I have standards. Don’t disappoint me.”
Seofon smirks right back at her with unmatched confidence. “I won’t.”
“I’m sorry for dragging you into this without asking,” Djeeta admits minutes later, standing in Seofon’s room. When he tugs on her arm, she lets him and tries to hold very still as he unfurls a tape measure from her shoulder all the way to her wrist.
“Oh, don’t be. This’ll be fun,” he chirps, pauses to jot something down on a notepad and then wraps the tape measure around her arm. “Flex, please. Oh, wow.”
“Focus. You sure you don’t mind though?”
He winks. “Unless there’s a world-ending catastrophe every day from now until the day of the match, this shouldn’t be an issue at all. If anything,” he moves to measure the length of her shoulders, “the thought of you wearing something I made for a big fight has me all giddy! You’re spoiling me, amorcito.” He presses a kiss to the exposed skin of her bicep, just beside the measuring tape.
She smiles, watching him already so diligently at work. That’s definitely a better look than the wistful one she thought she caught at Raduga, regardless of whether it was just her imagination or not.
“I’m just glad I get to help out and still do what I wanted. And if I can combine the two with a bit of panache, all the better.”
He hums an affirmation and wraps the tape measure around her chest to measure the size of her bust.
Just as she’s about to marvel at his sudden laser-focus on the task at hand though, she feels one of his hands wander to grab a nice handful of her ass.
“Sure you’re not having a bit too much fun there?” she needles, resisting the urge to wag her hip.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he insists and resumes taking his measurements, but she can hear the grin in his voice.
The patterns for the bunny girl costume arrive a few days later via a very whipped-looking courier. Seofon buries himself in his tailoring and Djeeta spends her days training for the big fight. Getting to face Ladiva in the ring is a rare chance that she can’t miss.
“You’re facing a much larger opponent in unarmed combat in a confined space,” Seox tells her. He’s a good coach. “What do you do?”
“I’m going to rely on my agility to gain the upper hand.” Djeeta tells him, bouncing up and down, fists raised in front of her body to protect her torso.
He strikes without warning and she evades the attack, then aims a high kick at his face that he captures before it connects.
“You’re going to stay away from those flashy moves.” It sounds like an order, but it’s really a plea.
“Seox, I’m fighting in an arena in a packed venue. It’s really more of a performance. You have to dazzle the audience! Connect with the crowds! Give them a show!”
He grumbles a bit behind his mask that she let him keep on out of the goodness of her heart. The noise stops abruptly when Djeeta takes a step forward to squeeze herself flush against him and stare up against his masked face with her best puppy dog eyes. He immediately starts trembling “I know Ladiva’s technically your boss, but you’ll cheer for me, won’t you?”
His ears flick backwards and even through the mask she can sense the blush spreading behind the scary red-eyed wolf face. “I- I guess.”
Satisfied, she smiles and steps back. “Can you give me any pointers on the customer service part of the job, too?”
Seox averts his gaze, ears twitching nervously. “I can’t help you with that.”
Occasionally, she returns to her boyfriend’s room for another fitting and each time she marvels at how far along he’s come. The outfit looks just like the ones the bunny girls on the floor at the Jewel Resort usually wear, but she can tell the fabric is less flimsy, more durable, much better equipped to handle the strain of a fight. She’s starting to feel quite excited herself.
In between measurements and movement practice, Djeeta sneaks a few kisses while he surreptitiously feels her up and just when her insides feel hot and bubbly, he either grabs the pins or shoos her out outright and makes her wait until night to help relieve the tension, the bastard.
But even when she’s sitting in her room, stewing in mild frustration, she’s comforted by the thought that he seems to be having a blast. None of that melancholy that she might have seen on him earlier. Seeing him having so much fun is almost worth the teasing.
All that takes some effort is talking him out of adding a cape to the costume.
A few days before the big match, Metera invites her out to the Night Market, just to get her mind off things.
“I’m not usually one for sweaty brawls like that,” she admits while Djeeta studies the curiosities on display at a certain stall. “But if it means so much to you, I might just clear my schedule and watch.”
“I’m sure there’s hot guys at the Jewel Resort,” Djeeta points out.
“Hot, rich guys, even,” Utsusemi adds with a conspiratory chuckle. Then she turns to Djeeta with a smile. “Is there anything that catches your eye?”
“You’re addicted to working nights, aren’t you?” Djeeta laughs softly at the mischief in her friend’s face that even all that makeup can’t cover up.
“While you took me in, I’m still going to pay my own way,” the Draph lilts. “Besides, if you work at night, that clears up the day for other things.”
“I prefer it the other way around,” Metera chuckles to herself and picks up a set of makeup brushes. “Say, Djeeta, have you considered makeup for your big battle?”
“Not really?” she answers honestly and finds herself backed into the stall by the Erune when she grabs her chin to inspect her face in the low light.
“Hmm,” Metera hums. “Well, if you are, you shouldn’t overdo it. You have such lovely skin. A little mascara should be enough to make those adorable doe eyes pop. Maybe a little gloss for your lips. Rouge would be overkill.”
“How auspicious. We happen to have a sale on beauty products,” Utsusemi chirps.
Following Metera’s prodding, Djeeta buys some mascara and a transparent lip gloss that smells faintly of raspberries. Utsusemi’s shift ends shortly after and she joins the two on their leisurely stroll.
“I am looking forward to seeing you as a bunny girl,” Utsusemi remarks and Djeeta laughs softly.
“I’m a bit on the fence about that, but I have worn worse in front of people,” she admits. “Besides, Seofon is hard at work and I trust in his handiwork.”
“Good with his hands, is he?” Metera needles and Djeeta averts her face to hide the blush creeping on her cheeks.
“That’s important,” Utsusemi immediately agrees. “Maybe we should look for a little treat, to reward him for all this hard work he’s doing.”
“I don’t think they have swords here,” Djeeta muses, before spotting something from the corner of her eyes. She slows down to inspect the thing that kind of looks like a carrot more closely.
“Well, someone’s being adventurous,” Metera remarks right by her ear. “I’m not sure if I’d recommend that one for beginners.”
“What do you mean? It’s a toy. That looks like a carrot.”
She doesn’t like the knowing smiles Metera and Utsusemi give her.
“My sweet summer child,” the Erune explains earnestly, placing a hand on Djeeta’s shoulder. “That’s a butt plug.”
She gives the toy another look with furrowed brows, as though that would help her discern the very truth of its existence, before carefully putting it back. Her friends laugh.
“A bit much?” Utsusemi offers and Djeeta laughs sheepishly.
“Maybe a little?”
She’d certainly need some more time to think about this. She’s not sure about trying something like that out for herself. Seofon could probably handle it, but she has things she’d rather see him struggle to take. A truly difficult choice. And now that she’s trying to picture it, she can feel her mouth water.
“How about we grab a drink first and you mull it over?” Utsusemi offers, ever the expert at reading people.
“It would be awfully fitting for a bunny girl though,” Metera muses, but they move along.
They share a few drinks, a few laughs and when Djeeta stops at that stall again on her way back to the Grandcypher, she can’t find the carrot-shaped sex toy anywhere.
Finally, the big day has arrived. Djeeta is standing in the dressing room Christina sent her to shortly after her arrival, looking at herself in the large mirror. She purses her lips, glossed to a sinful shine, once more and flutters her lashes, before resuming to work on her mascara. With skilled hands, she even manages to not poke her eyes out with the small brush.
At the same time, Seofon is flitting around her, tugging and pushing bits of fabric in place and applying the finishing touches to the costume.
Djeeta really hopes it won’t be in vain. Christina hadn’t had the time to give her opinion on the outfit he’d crafted yet, but she promised to check in before sending Djeeta to her shift. If it’s good enough, all will go according to plan. If it doesn’t live up to the woman’s standards, she’ll have to change and probably won’t be able to make the battle with Ladiva.
But that’s not the only reason why she’s nervous.
Putting down the makeup, Djeeta takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror, really look at herself.
“It’s kind of skimpy,” she admits. Memories of the throngs of people she had to weave through to get to this room flash through her mind. The floor is packed. Almost without noticing, she starts bunching herself up, rubbing her thighs together. Due to the tightness of the costume, this only has her plump, warm curves spill out even more.
“It looks just like the other bunny girl costumes. I’ve been following the pattern exactly,” Seofon remarks and she knows this, because he kept commenting on how he would’ve changed the design if given free reign with it, but of course he stuck to Christina’s vision. Then he tilts his head a little and plops down on the ground in front of her. “What’s bugging you?”
She tears her eyes away from her embarrassed reflection to look at him instead. He looks cute tonight. He went with that long black shirt whose sleeves reach up to his thumbs and sunglasses with orange-tinted shades. When she reaches for those, he takes her hand instead, rubbing his thumb over the webbing between thumb and palm.
“I need those. I’m staying undercover.”
“Undercover?” she repeats and quirks an eyebrow. The white hoodie he put on over the shirt is embroidered with the Eternals symbol on its back.
“I’m a hero of justice and a role model. I can’t have people think I condone gambling.”
“I don’t think anyone is going to pay attention to you or think that,” she answers honestly. Then, after giving his words a little more thought, she swiftly tries to kick him, but he catches her leg as well and holds on to it, forcing her to balance on one high-heeled shoe while hunched over enough for him to hold her hand as well. It’s an awkward position to be in. “What about me then, huh? Am I not an ally of justice?”
“You’re a skyfarer. You’re independent. You have the freedom to do whatever you want.”
She huffs. Another tug and he finally releases her leg, but keeps her hand firmly in his.
“There’s so many people out there,” she finally admits. The faux fur cufflinks feel awkward and scratchy all of a sudden, even if they match her adorable cotton tail. “And I don’t think I’m great at customer service. What if I mess up an order?”
“They’ll instantly forgive you because you’re the cutest bunny girl by far, of course.” Even though she just tried to kick his face in, his smile is warm and reassuring.
“Okay, but you’ve seen how crowded it is. Actually, are you don’t mind me running around like this all night?” She gestures vaguely towards her cleavage.
She’s not sure what she’s looking for at this point. Comfort or an out. At the same time, she can’t let Christina down.
He actually bursts into laughter, like the notion is ridiculous, but quickly catches himself when he notices the uncertainty in her gaze.
“Based on my understanding, you’ll be greeting patrons and serving them drinks. Not much to get jealous of.” He trails a finger up the nylon covering her thigh, presumably with the intention of helping her loosen up, but the sudden touch nearly makes her jump, so he quickly pulls her into his lap instead. A nice reprieve for her wobbly knees. “C’mere.”
Not needing to be asked twice, she lets her head loll against his shoulder and tries to unravel the tangle of uncertainty and embarrassment in her gut while he rubs her hip. The steady sound of his heart below her ear feels like it's cheering her on.
“Are you sure?”
“Don’t pin this on me. If you don’t wanna go out there, that’s fine, but it’s up to you.”
“I do want to help,” she hesitantly affirms herself. “I guess it’s just nerves. I’m worried that Christina won’t like the suit and it’s not going to work out like I planned. But I really want to have a match with Ladiva.”
He huffs. “Of course she’s going to like it. I made it and it’s great.”
“I can always count on you to be humble.” But she reaches back and ruffles a hand through his hair. He’s probably right. She’s overthinking this.
Once her breathing has calmed a bit, she feels the familiar weight of his head on her shoulder, feels his smirk brush against her cheek.
“You wanna know what the best part about this whole thing is?”
There’s a hand trailing up her side and a shiver running down her spine, trying to meet in the middle.
“What is?”
Behind him, she can feel him move to stand up and scrambles to jump to her feet to give him space. Even so, his heat lingers behind her back as he takes his time to follow her.
“While you’re out there doing your very best and making everyone inevitably fall in love with your cute little self, I’m still the only one who gets to do this.” There’s a tug on the suit and then his mouth is hot on the skin just beneath her breast. A whine escapes her and a different noise when he pulls away and she realizes that he just adorned her with a hickey. Seofon casually pulls the suit back in place and hides his little gift, just barely out of sight.
Djeeta purses her lips and frowns at him. Her face is as red as a flare and twice as hot. He laughs as he rises behind her again to nuzzle up to her, press a kiss just behind her ear. “If anything, everyone else is going to be sooo jealous of me.”
Well, now her knees feel weak for a different reason, so she supposes the distraction worked.
She finds herself grabbing a hold of the front of his hoodie, both to hold on and to pull him in for a kiss, she supposes, but then there’s a noise at the door.
It flies open just a second later and Christina barges into the room like an unexpected rain shower on a summer’s day.
“It’s your big day, kitten. Let me take a good look at you,” she demands. Wasting not a moment, she strides over and Djeeta barely gets the chance to move away from her boyfriend before the woman starts tugging on her suit, inspecting both the outfit and the girl wearing it.
Djeeta feels a pang of horror at the thought of her finding the hickey, but Seofon doesn’t seem particularly bothered and sure enough, his little gift goes unnoticed. When he catches her concerned expression, he shoots her a quick wink.
“You,” Christina snaps around to face him, before cracking her whip inches from his feet. He doesn’t even flinch. “I suppose you did a good job.”
“I told you.”
“Yes, surprisingly so. Why don’t you quit the Eternals and work for me?” Very straight and to the point.
“No, thanks.” Firm words and a gentle smile.
“With your reputation, you’d surely manage to draw quite a crowd.”
“Oh, I’m sure. But that’s not really how I work.”
“Sierokarte told me about your stint as an idol.”
“I dabble.”
“But to quit after only one concert? I’m sure a comeback tour would ignite the hearts of your fans. And burning hearts open wallets.”
“I’m sure both you and those fans will manage just fine.”
She scrutinizes him with narrowed eyes, but met with such an unmoving mask in the shape of a polite smile, finally shrugs her shoulders. “It would appear the cub and I have much to discuss. At a later time, though. For now, let’s focus on tonight’s secret star.” With that, Christina picks up the headband with bunny ears to complete the outfit from its resting spot by the mirror. When she places it upon Djeeta’s head, she feels like being crowned.
“There we go,” she remarks with a sly smile. “Now that’s a bunny I can send out to the floor with a clear conscience.”
“All good to go?” Seofon checks in once more.
“Yeah,” Djeeta nods, having made up her mind. This is fine. She looks the right amount of sexy and cute and the headband fits nicely. “I’m ready.” She does like the way the ears move when she moves her head.
“If you’re struggling with nerves, the other bunny girls report that they sometimes try to get in character before a shift,” Christina informs Djeeta.
She furrows her eyebrows at her. “How would I do that?”
“Think about a big, yummy carrot, perhaps?” Seofon suggests.
“Let’s not talk about carrots,” she interrupts him, feeling heat creep up her cheeks as the memory of that carrot-shaped toy rears its head.
“Fair point, carrots are really bad for bunnies anyway. Some juicy kale, perhaps?”
When she looks unconvinced, he engages in some very speculative pondering before an idea strikes him.
“To really get a feel for being a bunny, maybe try something like this?” He brings his hands to the side of his head and opens and closes his fingers, as though mimicking bunny ears wagging in the wind. “Boing boing, you know?”
Djeeta bursts into laughter. At least that’s a nice mental image to conjure up the next time she feels nervous. Or anything, really.
She wipes a tear from her eye. “Boing boing?”
“That’s a bunny noise!” he insists.
“I don’t think you’ve ever seen a bunny in your life.”
He shakes his head a little, but then rubs his cheek against hers and it’s not just the friction that has her feeling warm. “Triunfar, conejita. You’ve got this.”
Just when Djeeta tries to grab his face to give him a proper kiss, Christina’s whip cracks again. The woman regards the two with a tight-lipped smile. “It’s against the rules of the Jewel Resort to touch our precious bunny girls.”
He raises his hands in mock surrender. Djeeta still presses a kiss to his cheek.
“That’s for your benefit as well,” Christina reminds her. “If any scumbag tries to lay a hand on you out there, let me know. I’ll be sure to whip them into proper shape.”
That’s certainly reassuring.
“I’ll be on the floor as well, if you need anything,” Seofon promises, hands hovering awkwardly above her arms. “I’ll be cheering for you during the match.”
“Try not to gamble your life’s savings away,” she jokes. With all this support, there’s no way this can go badly. She’s feeling excited again.
“Oh, didn’t you know? I’m the luckiest man in the Skies.” He ruffles a hand through her hair.
Djeeta has to readjust her bunny ears while Christina tries to whip the Eternal.
The shift itself goes well. She messes up a few drink orders, but most of the patrons are too absorbed in their gambling to really pay attention and the few who do immediately accept her heartfelt apology and how couldn’t they? She does look adorable.
Since she encounters no wandering hands or any comments about the tightness of the outfit, the amount of leg on display and her cleavage nearly spilling out when she takes too large a step, Djeeta rests assured knowing that Christina really did train even her guests well. Nobody is misbehaving at all.
“Thanks so much for helping us out tonight,” one of the other bunny girls pulls her aside to say. “You’re a lifesaver.”
“It gets so busy on championship nights,” another one sighs.
“You should stay after this night is over,” the first girl chirps.
“You may not be a natural, but I’m sure Lady Christy can whip you into shape.”
“I think I’m good, actually,” Djeeta decides just then.
She spots Seofon halfway through the night, looking very pitiful at the slot machines and Seox standing close by, trying very hard to seem unassociated.
She makes extra sure to bring them the right drinks and some snacks on the house and wonders in private why they didn’t join a poker table. With Seox’s literal mask and Seofon’s metaphorical ones, she’s certain they would’ve cleaned house.
Finally, the battles begin and the crowds migrate to the arena, the centerpiece of the casino floor.
While Djeeta is busy carrying trays and trying to pick out faces from the crowd, everyone being congregated in this one spot it makes it easy to follow the battles all the same.
Therese participates in a few warm-up matches, swirling through the arena as her sword’s rapid strikes catch the light in intriguing ways, but the main event is Ladiva and everyone knows it. The crowd erupts into cheers once their champion steps into the ring and throws kisses at her adoring fans.
The championship match itself is against some guy Djeeta’s never heard of, and she can’t help but take pity on him. His technique is great, but his fans are outmatched by Ladiva’s, waves of jubilation washing over the floor with each technique of hers that lands. And boy, do they land. The two combatants seem evenly matched at first, but in the end, Ladiva walks away the clear winner. The combatants shake hands and the loser slinks out of the ring, to enjoy free drinks for the rest of his night.
“Well, you’ve seen her, folks, you love her! But is there a brave soul among you willing to take on the reigning champion, the Herald of Love, the one and only Ladivaaaaa?” The announcer cuts in before the crowd has a chance to settle. “We’re opening the ring to any and all volunteers who think they’ve got what it takes to duke it out with the hulking beauty!”
And the crowd goes – deathly quiet.
There’s a few murmurs here and there, but nobody brave enough to climb into the ring after that display.
Their loss, really.
Djeeta shoots her fellow bunny girls a grin before raising her hand into the air. “Here, me! I’ll take her on!”
She gets a spot following her on her way to the stage and the awestruck crowd parts like waves around her. When she climbs into the ring, there’s whistling as well as confused cheering.
“One of our very own bunnies is ready to take on the Maximum Love Bomber?” The announcer sounds surprised. Good. Perfect.
Djeeta blows the crowd a kiss, before turning to Ladiva with a big grin, bouncing in place to warm up. Shaking out her arms to wake her muscles from a night of tray-carrying. “Are you ready for me?”
“Oh, Djeeta.” Behind her mask, Ladiva smiles warmly before assuming a battle stance. “I’m always ready for a heartfelt duel filled with passion.”
The two of them manage to whip the crowd into a frenzy.
The cheering is even louder than it was during the actual championship match. Djeeta can even make out her own name amidst a few voiced simply chanting “Bunny girl”. Close enough.
Her fellow bunnies are looking on with amazement, so she’s excited she managed to give them a show, specifically.
Djeeta focuses on evading Ladiva’s earthshattering attacks, quick as a bunny, and landing a few strikes on her foes unguarded back before she has to zip away again.
Caught in a grapple, she pelts her opponent’s torso with kicks until she’s released.
The outfit holds up perfectly, even when she misjudges the distance of a jump and gets caught up in a Leg Drop of Adoration. While she manages to slip out just in time to avoid Ladiva’s Headbutt of Love, the more experienced duelist manages to corner her opponent and throw her down with a Devoted Body Slam. No matter how much she squirms, Djeeta can’t break free in time and the match is declared over.
On second thought, she’s grateful Ladiva didn’t try to hit her with a heavier attack.
While the referee shouts Ladiva’s name and the spectators cheer, the Draph helps Djeeta back on her feet.
“So many smiling faces. Thank you for all your hard work in bringing some excitement to today’s fight,” she chuckles.
“Thanks. I’m definitely feeling the love,” the skyfarer captain laughs. As well as every muscle in her body. “It’s been a lot of fun though. Let’s do that again sometime.”
“You know where to find me.” Ladiva pushes up her mask to wink and Djeeta smiles as she slides between the ropes of the ring.
While her breasts didn’t spill out, the ferocity of the match was a bit too much for her thighs, she notices, with a few tears stretching across her legs. Oh well. Battle scars.
When she finds Seofon and Seox waiting near the ring, she expectantly beams at them.
“You did amazing, amorcito,” her boyfriend obediently praises her.
“Good job out there,” Seox confirms.
Behind them, the speakers thrum with the announcer’s frenetic voice: “What a match, what a fight! What an astounding bunny! Is there anyone else out there who thinks they’ve got what it takes to face our Queen of Love in the ring?”
“What about you?” Djeeta asks her two companions and grins when they immediately tie themselves in knots trying to come up with excuses.
“I wouldn’t be fair.”
“I couldn’t fight Ladiva.”
“It would be rude to beat her on the night of her championship match.”
“And in front of her fans.”
“I just couldn’t do that to her.”
“It would tarnish the Eternals’ reputation to get caught up in something so petty.”
“That too. For sure.”
She laughs. But even with all this adrenaline pumping through her veins, now that it’s starting to settle, she can feel exhaustion setting in. After all that worrying she did, running around all night, remembering drink orders and fighting a professional wrestler, she thinks she deserves a little break.
So she promptly climbs Seofon like a tree, wraps her arms and legs around him and buries her face in his neck.
“Carry me,” she demands, not even giving him the option to decline.
“I’m not allowed to touch you,” he points out, but wraps his arms around her all the same.
“Carry me.”
Since Seofon’s hands are full of bunny then, Seox aids in clearing the way of excited fans that ask for autographs and also to touch her ears. Weird.
After leaving the crowds behind, both Eternals impressively dodge Christina’s whip. Well, that saves Djeeta the trouble of looking for the woman.
“I will overlook you touching my bunny-eared kitten just this once.”
“You just tried to whip me!” Seofon shoots back.
“And next time I won’t miss.”
He ends up having to evade another strike. On the third one, he manages to catch the whip in the air with a hand. “This isn’t even a good whip! I have about ten that are way better!”
Djeeta gives him a very long look through very narrowed eyes. Is this worth questioning?
As though he’s read her mind, Seox simply shakes his hand.
“This bunny’s a bit exhausted, so he’s helping me get back to my burrow,” she helpfully remarks. Seofon is nice and warm against her cheek.
“My poor kitten,” Christina remarks. “Well, you did put on quite a show.”
Seox leans ever so slightly closer to Seofon. “Is she a bunny or a cat?”
“I’m hesitant to ask,” his leader admits.
“I’m adorable,” Djeeta informs them.
“Of course.”
Christina looks at Seox then, eyes narrowed. “You were with the idol group as well.”
Seox immediately turns to Seofon. “You told me we would never speak of that again.”
“I sure did,” his leader responds and adds a boisterous laugh tinged with a minor cry for help.
Djeeta pats his shoulder.
“Would you be interested in-“ Christina begins, but Seox cuts her off with an “I will be returning to my room,” before he unceremoniously walking off. Wow, he really doesn’t want to think about that concert.
“Tell Jamil I said hi,” Seofon calls after him.
Christina watches the Eternal leave and shakes her head a little. Finally, she leans closer to Djeeta, until her large hat almost slips onto the skyfarer’s head. “Thank you for all your help today. Our esteemed guests sure seemed to enjoy the show of a bunny bearing its claws and it seems you’ve given my bunnies something to look forward to as well.”
“I’m glad it all worked out,” Djeeta smiles. “See you next time. Feel free to reach out if there’s anything we can help you with in the meantime.”
“I'll be in touch,” Christina promises with a smile that looks more like a threat and frees her whip from Seofon’s grasp.
“You don’t have whips.” It’s intended as a question but it sounds like a statement, an order, almost. Because Djeeta desperately needs it to be true.
“What are whips really, but boneless swords?”
While she stares at him, wordlessly, unsure how to engage with that even if she were willing to acknowledge it, he walks through the hallways of the Grandcypher until he arrives at the door to her room.
“I mean, if you really think about it.”
“No.”
“Harsh.” He laughs. “So, what now? Do you want me to tuck you in? Or do you want me to give you a reward for doing such a good job?”
“I lost though,” she points out, tilting her head back to bask in the radiance of his smile. Objectively, she knows which option he’d prefer, but he’s doing a great job at hiding that preference. …He really should’ve stuck with poker.
He presses a little kiss to her forehead. “Do you want me to comfort you?” His thumb rubs against her hip and suddenly she is reminded of the hickey he put on her, can feel it burning through her skin.
“I mean, you’re already holding me,” she points out with a little laugh, but squirms closer to him to wrap her arms around his neck so she can lower her voice to a whisper. “What sort of reward did you have in mind?”
“Hmm,” he begins, shifts her weight to one arm and lets himself into her room. Djeeta refuses to take her eyes off him, forcing him to fumble behind his back for a few seconds until he’s managed to shut the door. She wills herself not to blink as he locks it.
“To be honest, you’re looking at me like you want something very specific, so now I’m a bit stumped.”
“I mean, you did catch a whip with your bare hand. That was kind of cool.”
“Right?” There’s a wide smile adorning his face, like he’s genuinely happy with her for noticing that.
Dork.
“And you made me a whole outfit from scratch just so I could fight.”
“That was purely self-serving though. I like watching you fight.”
And getting to touch her and see her walk around in something skimpy probably helped, but she’s too nice to mention that, instead choosing to focus on other things.
“You helped me when I was nervous.” She cups his face and he promptly leans into her touch.
“And you conquered your nerves! I’m so proud of you. You’re so reliable, corazón.”
She grabs his face with both hands then and descends on him like a ravenous beast, with enough force to send the Eternal stumbling back into the door. Enough force to knock his silly little sunglasses off, even.
“What I’m getting is that we’ve both been working hard. Maybe we could reward each other,” she pants after pulling away to catch her breath. There’s spit connecting their lips, like a bridge for their hot breaths to mingle.
“You’re so economic.”
His lips are shiny with her gloss and she’s so busy staring at them that she can’t think of anything else to say. He’s kind enough to save her the trouble of trying to because he pulls her back into a second, equally heated kiss. His hand feels hot on the nape of her neck. When she pushes back against it, his lips leave hers to breathe hotly against her neck and she whines.
Carrying her must be getting difficult with how his hands try to roam her body, but Djeeta is still surprised when he all but slams her into her desk while his teeth scrape against her clavicle.
She briefly thinks about taking the tie off but decides not to do that to him. It ties the outfit together pun intended.
“So, how long have you been wanting to fuck me while I’m wearing a bunny girl suit for?” she opts to ask instead. The words come out heavier than intended. His face disappears in her cleavage and she half suspects he’s looking for another patch of skin to bruise. His lips feel impossibly hot against the skin that was exposed to the cold air all night.
“I can take it off if it’s bothering you.” While his response comes without hesitation, it is a bit muffled. “You volunteered me to make it for you,” he adds, a laugh coating his words. His breath tickles her breasts. “If anything, I should be asking you. I’m just admiring my own handiwork.”
She chokes on whatever retort she was going to give him when he sinks between her legs and wrenches the fabric covering her crotch aside.
Her fingers dig into the wood and it creaks in protest when he drags his lips up the inside of her thigh, creating friction in both, the nylon of her tights as well as her own throbbing core, and she digs her teeth into the heel of her hand when she can feel his tongue dragging against her heat.
It takes conscious effort to not slam her legs shut and squeeze his head between her thighs while he sits there, getting lost in the taste of her. She loses track of the effort when he pushes his tongue in, but he seems remarkably unbothered even when she does wind up flexing her thighs around his temples. It only drives him deeper.
When Djeeta chokes on a whine, he reaches up to pull the hand out of her mouth and rub his thumb across the marks her teeth left in her skin. It feels strange to hold hands while his tongue is buried in her cunt.
She thinks about telling him that, but settles instead on combing her fingers through his hair as she pants.
His lips move to her clit and when they clamp around the sensitive bud, she reflexively arches her back – and freezes when she hears something clatter off the desk.
“Huh?” she manages, thoughts sluggish. Feeling around her desk in the low light of the moon and with her boyfriend still very enthusiastically eating her out, her trembling hand finds a piece of paper that wasn’t there when she left this afternoon - she’d made sure to tidy up. “H- hold please,” she manages and lets out a sigh of relief when he pulls away and stops churning her insides to a boil.
He looks very cute, rubbing his cheek against her thigh and looking up at her like that, even if the sight of his face smeared with her slick makes her stomach twist itself in knots.
“It’s a letter, I think,” she manages once the fog in her head clears just a little bit. “’Congratulations on the battle. Here’s a little reward for our favorite bunny girl.’” Oh no.
Seofon makes a surprised noise and moves to reach for something under the desk, just as Djeeta deciphers the signatures as Metera and Utsusemi’s.
Oh no.
They didn’t. They couldn’t possibly have –
“Oh, that’s cute,” Seofon remarks with a grin in his voice and presents her with the carrot-shaped butt plug he just picked up.
“That’s a butt plug,” she croaks and he just nods, not even a little bit surprised.
“What a nice gift.” When his eyes meet hers again, she realizes that he just connected the dots on why she refused to think about carrots earlier and she hates how much that amuses him. Even in the dark, she can see the way his eyes crinkle.
To force a change of subject, she snatches the toy out of his hands, with plans to fling it off to the far end of the room and never think about it again, but once her fingers actually wrap around it, a new, nefarious thought pops into her mind.
“I could take that,” she says out loud.
Seofon sits down on the ground, looking up at her. That’s the second time today. She kind of likes it. It’s nice to not be the one looking up at him for a change. “Probably.” When she doesn’t say anything else, he tilts his head. “Do you want to?”
Again, his expression is perfectly neutral, like he’s not trying to influence her. While she appreciates the lack of pressure, sometimes it would be nice to know how he’s feeling about these kinds of things in advance, before she just springs them on him.
But that’s a conversation for another day. For now, she’s inspecting the toy in her hand.
It’s firm but not completely unyielding. About room temperature, so not unpleasantly hot or cold. Also, it’s orange.
Lot of neutrals here.
Djeeta takes a moment to trace the shape with her fingers, as if that way she could gauge whether the size is going to be a problem or not. Not that she has any experience with any of that. It’s probably fine.
“Sure,” she decides then, completely on a whim and without really thinking about it.
Seofon nods his head and moves to procure the lube from her box of shame.
Sprawled out on his lap - on her bed for once! - she’s covering her face with both hands while her boyfriend smooths a hand over her ass, like he’s just enjoying the curvature of it.
“You can get on with it,” she tells him.
“Can I?” he needles and she can feel him give her costume’s cotton tail a little squeeze before he pulls it aside to expose her even more. Cool air hits the curve of her ass and she shivers. The crotch of the costume is already pretty soaked, but she’s trying very hard not to think about that.
“On second thought, maybe we should switch places. You should take it. I’m sure that’d be more fun.”
“Aw, but it’s a gift for you. And such a thoughtful one. I’d feel bad taking that from you. A big, juicy carrot for my little honey bunny.”
“I’m going to kick your ass,” she informs him through gritted teeth.
“In time, I’m sure.”
Feeling his lubed-up fingers prod against her puckered asshole feels weird. Her first instinct is to try and nudge him towards her other trembling hole. Then he pushes in. It’s still weird. Not in a bad way, but not necessarily good, either. Just, weird. It’s only when he pushes his finger in further that it starts feeling good, even if it doesn’t lose that edge of weirdness. Wrong would be too harsh a word, but unusual, maybe?
She groans and he pauses until she tells him to keep going and almost squirms off his lap. Each movement sends a wave of heat rolling through her body. There’s a familiar pressure blooming inside of her, but it’s just a bit off – meanwhile her poor cunt is achingly empty and that’s really starting to bother her.
“Can we move on now?” She wants to move to the main event. She’s dying to know what it feels like.
“Well, sorry for wanting to make sure you can still walk tomorrow.”
She scoffs.
“But if you insist.” She can hear him coat the carrot in lube as well. “Down the rabbit hole, if you will.”
Djeeta cringes so hard that it makes him laugh. "I don't know which is worse," she tells him through gritted teeth. "That you'd actually say that or that I'm still going to fuck you.”
"Oh, definitely the latter. That's all you.”
He presses a kiss right behind her ear and she shivers when she can feel the tapered tip press against her unwilling entrance.
“You’re going to need to relax a bit. Take a few deep breaths with me, okay?”
Combating the fluttering nerves, she nods and tries to focus on her breathing.
“Inhale,” he drawls out. “Aaaand exhale.”
In, out. Nothing else matters. Just the air filling her lungs. His voice sounds far away, but she still appreciates him guiding her along. There’s a hypnotic quality to it.
“Inhale, exhale.”
In and – she can feel it pushing in, too, filling her up where she’s never been filled before. A queasy feeling rips hotly through her, but is quickly released with a shaky moan.
There’s a lot more of it than she expected, as he keeps sliding more and more into her, stretching her impossibly open around the toy. As her poor hole tries to clamp down, only further confirming exactly how big the thing actually is, her fingers dig into the sheets of her bed and a strained groan falls from her lips. It’s good, but not enough. Having one hole filled only serves as a painful reminder of how empty the other one is. Her ass is tensing around the unusual new sensation of being filled while her cunt is achingly empty, fluttering around nothing. Slick is drooling down her thighs.
“There.” Seofon smooths a hand over her bare ass and she feels like her brain is going to short-circuit. “Now what? Do you want to stay like that for a bit or-“
She surprises him and herself both when she snaps around to grab him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him on top of her.
“More.”
He regards her with an unusually serious expression. “I see. I’m dealing with a particularly greedy conejita here.”
As usual, the wait for him to take off his pants and put on the condom is torturous. She rolls on her stomach and sneaks a hand between her legs to relieve some of the budding pressure. Her clit is swollen and hot against her fingers, like a ripe fruit eager for plucking and the slightest touch elicits more sweet little sounds. Until his hands pull her back against him and she can feel him press against her open entrance.
“Come on,” she mumbles, half-regretting her choice to roll over. A hand smooths over her stomach, a second grabs her hips and then she can feel the familiar length press into her.
“Oh, hold on a sec,” he mumbles.
“Come on,” she repeats, voice more akin to a petulant whine now.
“I’m trying, but –“
Djeeta can feel it herself. The carrot is taking up space inside of her and Seofon struggles to fit himself.
“You’re really tight.”
All he gets in response for that brilliant observation is a low groan as he teases her hole with his tip for a bit. Just when she thinks her head is going to explode from impatience, he finds a good angle, his tip breaches her and her eyes roll back.
Her ass still struggles to adjust, but her cunt greedily swallows his length, sucks him inch by inch into the wet cavern and holds tight, unwilling to let go. The good thing about this position is that he gets that much deeper.
It’s a nice, velvety sensation, to be so completely stuffed.
Even if he’s moving slowly, she once again feels overwhelmed with the sheer length he is pushing into her, with how wide he’s stretching her open. Breathing in is a chore because all air escapes her in shaky little moans.
A feeling of vindication washes over her trembling body when he groans, struggling to move. Her walls grab on tight and she can feel him throbbing against her. She wants badly to gloat but when she opens her mouth, her tongue lolls out, like it’s trying to help make space in that overcrowded body of hers. When his fingers brush against her lips, she thoughtlessly sucks them into her mouth and helpfully rocks back against him until she can feel him sheathe himself fully inside.
His movements are slow and that’s fine. Gives her more time to enjoy the dizzying sensation. Being so full, painfully aware of the thin, wall separating the two things stuffing her, desperately throbbing and clinging to his heat. For a moment she wonders if it feels good for him and then she stops thinking entirely.
“Sho much,” she manages around his fingers, panting hotly against his palm.
“You really are,” he mumbles, but then his fingers brush against her clit and she doesn’t care anymore. Instead, all she does is mindlessly rut back against him, against his fingers, against the wonderful pressure until it’s growing through her and thoroughly flooding every cell of her being.
Her legs start shaking, muscles seizing up in the dizzying heat and she moans around his fingers and then bites down when she cums on both him and the toy, squeezing both of them and finding that being unable to clamp down all the way only fans the flames and makes them last longer. Almost like there’s so much in her that even her climax struggles to find its way out.
There’s a second where a stinging sensation travels through her ass, as muscles desperately contract around the unfamiliar shape of the carrot, but then another wave of pleasure washes over her and smooths it over.
At some point she realizes that Seofon is still slowly rolling his hips and, chasing that high, she tries to meet his movements, even if hers feel sluggish now.
“More,” she demands, not because she needs more, but because she wants to see what he does with that order. To her surprise, he plants one of his legs beside her for extra leverage, there’s a pull on her hips and her aching legs protest when he pulls her up and then she nearly chokes because he’s moving faster.
He seems confident in the angle he’s hitting her at, or maybe it’s just because her poor cunt keeps continuously drooling out more slick, but despite the increased speed, he slides in easily, hits that spot she needs with so much vigor that her vision goes blurry. Fingers still clutch desperately at the bedsheets. When she arches her back with a breathless moan, it proves too much for the costume, it slips down and her breasts spring free. He promptly grabs one of them, gives it a squeeze and she barely even registers when he pinches her nipple because her second orgasm hits her even harder than the first and she nearly screams her overwhelming pleasure into the pillow so helpfully close to her face.
His fingers dig into her hips, but the sensation feels far away, almost like her body isn’t hers anymore. There’s still sounds falling from her sticky, shiny lips. Soft whimpers. Her vocal chords feel fried.
He’s still moving, still picks up the pace somehow and suddenly her breast is alone again because his fingers wrap around her bunny ears, he yanks her head back and then there’s his teeth in her shoulder.
She’s so surprised that she can’t even think of making a sound at all. Her ragged breaths escape her in stunned silence at the way the pain from the bite doesn’t even register, her overstimulated nerves too fried to pass on any more. Despite that, she can feel the heat of his breath as it hits her skin, the strained, muffled noise he entrusts to her. Only her. She wants to hear it again. Then she feels dizzy.
His thrusts fade out and he releases her shoulder to suck in air and she pieces together that he just finished. A sensation travels up her spine from where his fingers rest, almost like a static shock.
It takes a remarkably long time for him to come to enough to spot the red mark on her shoulder. Long enough for Djeeta to stop gasping for breath. Her brain is almost functional again when he suddenly goes “Oh dear, sorry. Sorry, sorry. Was that too much? I’m sorry.”
She does her best to roll back on her back. With him still inside, she manages about halfway, but it’s enough to smile at him. To see him, completely wrecked, manage to toss a tired smile her way in return.
“It’s fine,” she promises and raises shaky fingers to fix her bunny ears. They stayed on remarkably well. Then she glances down to take stock of how the rest of the bunny suit held up. The whole thing is sticky with sweat and other fuids and it’s surely going to be a pain to peel out of later, but other than that, it looks fine. Sure, her breasts fell out, but none of the fabric is damaged.
He raises a hand and wipes at the black streams of mascara running down her cheeks. Oops. She didn't even realize that her eyes spilled over. She looks rough.
She's quickly distracted from that though when Seofon pulls out of her and she can see the sticky strands of her juices clinging to the condom, almost like she isn’t willing to let him go just yet. And she realizes that she isn’t. So she whines.
The carrot is still lodged inside her trembling insides, squeezed tight and adding to that growing pressure. And it’s got to feel lonely. Sure, she was so achingly full before, but now she craves that velvety feeling again, being so stuffed that it felt like her brain might pop out of her skull to make room, that it felt hard to breathe, but it was so wonderful.
“More,” she demands and her voice is broken and breathless and she’s looking flushed and pathetic. Not that he’s in a much better state, sweaty and disheveled, face flushed and chest still heaving. She never even gave him time to take off his shirt or hoodie. Oops.
Determined to rectify that, she all but throws herself on him, pushing him on his back. Her fingers still feel too clumsy for delicate work, but she manages to push his clothing up until it bunches underneath his arm and her numb fingers trail up his stomach to trace the shape of his abs, trembling under her touch as he stares up at her wide eyes.
“Can I get a minute to catch my breath?”
“No,” she breathes and reaches down to grab a hold of his flagging cock. But she has warm hands and a tight grip and neither of those are easily resisted, because she can feel him pulsing to life between her fingers.
He grits his teeth together as he sucks in another breath and she promptly leans down to steal that from him as well, with her tongue taking the place of air in his mouth. Another spark passes from his lips to hers, that little feeling that she can’t think of any word to describe other than blue and, like that recharged his batteries, he visibly relaxes, encircles her with his arms, pulls her aching body closer against his. Fingers card through her hair and she hears a muffled moan, though she’s not sure who it belongs to. Not that it matters. He’s grown nice and hard for her again, so as reward she guides him into position before lowering herself until he slips in again and doesn’t stop until she’s got him swallowed to the root. Smooth and hard and hot and all hers.
Full, so full.
There’s a pulling sensation in her legs, but she can’t bring herself to care. Maybe she won’t be able to walk tomorrow after all, but that’s a problem for the future.
And while her fingers dig into his flesh and she moans into his mouth as she eagerly bounces on him, a single thought crosses her mind. If it’s true what people say about the breeding habits of bunnies, she can only assume that she finally got fully into character.