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---Daisy---

"Ugh, why does it never end?" I muttered to myself as I stared at the ever-growing pile of paperwork on my desk. My bright blue eyes could barely take in the seemingly insurmountable mountain of forms and documents that needed my attention. The fluorescent lights above me seemed to glare down like a judgmental sun, casting a harsh glow over the office.

As each minute passed, my soft white fur felt like it was being assaulted by thousands of needles, pricking me relentlessly. Yet, I knew I had to force myself to concentrate in order to finish this work. My paw reached out for a pen and, with a deep breath, I began to tackle the next set of forms.

"Damn this heat cycle," I whispered under my breath. It was proving itself more unbearable than any other before. My thoughts couldn't help but drift to Terry, my black lab boyfriend. His deep brown eyes would lure me in whenever we managed to video chat, the way his luxurious coat cascaded down his powerful body--a body so much larger than mine, a small rabbit-kin.

"Ah, Terry..." I sighed, yearning for his warm embrace, for his powerful chest to be pressed against my back, and for me to truly become his. Our long-distance relationship had its challenges, but moments like these made me wish he was here even more.

"Hey, Daisy, you got a sec?" one of my coworkers asked, popping their head into my cubicle.

"Uh, sure, what's up?" I responded, trying to shove my sultry thoughts to the back of my mind.

"Can you look over this report for me? I just need a fresh pair of eyes on it."

"Of course," I said, taking the document from them. As I scanned the pages, my thoughts kept slipping back to Terry, his strong paws gripping my hips as he pulled me close. My heart raced, and I could feel my cheeks flush beneath my fur.

"Everything looks good to me," I told my coworker, grateful for the opportunity to refocus on something else.

"Thanks, Daisy!" they said with a smile before disappearing back into their own cubicle.

As I returned to my endless paperwork, I found it harder and harder to concentrate. Terry consumed my every thought, and all I wanted was to be near him, to feel his body against mine, our desires mingling together as one.

"Alright, focus, Daisy," I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath. "You can get through this."

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the intense yearning that pulsed through me like a wildfire. It threatened to devour me whole, leaving nothing but ash and frustration in its wake.

"Damn it, Terry," I thought, cursing the distance that separated us. "Why do you have to be so far away?"

And though I knew it wasn't his fault, the ache of my need felt like a physical weight pressing down on me, making it impossible to think of anything else.

"Maybe I should just call him," I contemplated, desperate for some semblance of relief. "Tell him how badly I want him right now."

But the last thing I wanted was him popping a boner at work and tempting one of the office hoes, that's my cock goddammit and I am not going to share! So, with a heavy sigh, I pushed my desires aside and refocused on the task at hand, determined to make it through this torturous day.

3 hours later...

"Ugh, I can't take this anymore," I muttered to myself as I pushed away from my desk. The paperwork could wait; I desperately needed a break.

I grabbed my phone and plopped down on the office couch, trying to distract myself with something--anything--to take my mind off Terry and my insatiable desires. Scrolling through my gallery, I stumbled upon a photo of Terry that I thought I had deleted long ago.

"Damn," I breathed out, my heart racing as I took in the image. Terry was wearing tight blue shorts that did nothing to hide the thick bulge between his legs. The outline was so clear, it left nothing to the imagination. My eyelids fell shut as I envisioned pressing myself against him, feeling his muscled chest against my back while his strong paws gripped me securely.

"Fuck, Terry, I what I wouldn't give to have a taste of that," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. The vivid imagery in my mind only made my desire for him burn hotter.

"Shit!" I suddenly exclaimed, snapping out of my daydream. Tomorrow was Terry's birthday, and I hadn't even gotten him a present yet. My dreamy state evaporated in an instant, replaced by a crashing wave of disappointment and anxiety.

"Okay, Daisy, get it together," I told myself, shaking my head. Terry deserved something special, something that would make him feel as incredible as he made me feel.

"Hey, Daisy," called my coworker from across the office, "you alright? You seem kinda...distracted."

"Uh, yeah," I stammered, fumbling with my phone. "Just...work stuff, you know?"

"Sure," they replied with a knowing smirk, their gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary.

"Anyway, back to work," I mumbled, pretending to focus on my phone while my mind raced with thoughts of Terry, his birthday, and the relentless ache that consumed me.

"Fuck me," I whispered under my breath, feeling the weight of everything bearing down on me. "Why does life have to be so damn complicated?"

But as I sat at my desk, drowning in my own frustration and desire I let out a pained moan. "Goddamn it Terry, I need you."

"Okay, focus," I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples as I attempted to redirect my thoughts to work. My fur bristled with each passing second, the heat cycle wreaking havoc on my concentration. I tried to read over the paperwork in front of me, but the words danced and blurred together, taunting me.

"Damn it," I mumbled under my breath, running my paws through my white fur in frustration. It was no use; I couldn't concentrate on anything other than my desperate need for release and Terry's upcoming birthday. "I need to get him something special, but how am I supposed to do that if I can't even think straight?"

"Hey, Daisy? You good?" a voice called out from across the office, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. I looked up to see Jim, a tall, muscular wolf-kin with gray fur and striking golden eyes, leaning casually against his desk.

"Uh...yeah, just a bit overwhelmed today," I replied, attempting a weak smile. The heat cycle made me more acutely aware of Jim's scent - an intoxicating mix of musk and cologne that sent shivers down my spine.

"Hey, we've all been there," he said sympathetically, rolling his shoulders back as he stretched his arms above his head. His shirt rode up slightly, exposing a tantalizing strip of toned abdomen. "You know, if you're feeling stressed, I could always help you unwind after work. Maybe grab a drink, or..."

"Thanks, Jim, but I've got plans tonight," I lied, cutting him off before he could finish his thought. There was no way I could handle a night out with anyone right now, let alone someone as attractive as Jim. The heat cycle would make it impossible to resist the urge to touch him, to feel his strong body pressed against mine.

"Suit yourself," he said with a shrug, his tail swishing lazily behind him. "Offer's always open, though."

"Appreciate it," I replied, forcing myself to turn back to my paperwork and pretend to be engrossed in its contents.

As the end of my shift approached, I felt more defeated than ever. I hadn't managed to accomplish anything, and Terry's birthday was still looming over me like a dark cloud. With a heavy sigh, I grabbed my bag and made my way out of the office, hoping none of my coworkers would notice the damp pussy imprint I left on the chair.

The train ride home was torture. My body craved release, every cell screaming for satisfaction as the train rocked back and forth. The smell of strangers filled the air, their mere presence igniting a primal hunger within me. My breathing grew ragged, excitement pooling between my thighs as I clenched my jaw and fought to endure the agony.

"Please, just a little longer," I whispered to myself, my paws gripping the strap of my bag tightly. Each man who passed by stirred an overwhelming urge to reach out and pull them against me, to lose myself in their touch. But I held firm, refusing to break until I reached the sanctuary of my apartment.

"Finally," I breathed as I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for support. My heart raced, my fur matted with sweat from the effort of simply existing during this torturous heat cycle. I had made it through another day, but the battle was far from over.

The moment I stepped into my apartment, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The door clicked shut behind me, and I was finally alone. My heat cycle had been wreaking havoc on me all day, making it nearly impossible to function. I knew I needed to do something about it or I'd go crazy.

"Shit," I muttered to myself, ripping off my clothes as if they were made of fire. I couldn't stand the feeling of anything touching my fur-covered skin. Once naked, I practically sprinted towards the shower, desperate for the icy water to extinguish the wildfire that raged within me. I turned the knob, letting the freezing water gush out and onto my body.

"Damn, that's cold!" I yelped, feeling each drop collide against my fur. It was like being pelted with tiny ice daggers, but I welcomed it. I refused to let the heat win this time.

Through the steamy glass, I could see every detail of my body--my full breasts bouncing with each droplet of water that splashed against them, my broad hips twitching uncontrollably in anticipation of caresses, and my sensitive vulva pulsating painfully from within, begging for release despite the coldness.

"Ugh, why won't this stop?" I groaned in frustration, rubbing my hands over my wet fur in an attempt to distract myself. But instead of cooling down, my heat only intensified.

"Fuck it," I growned, shivering uncontrollably as I abandoned the cold shower. I grabbed a towel and hastily wrapped it around my body, the soft fabric doing little to ease the discomfort.

"Come on, Daisy, get a grip," I told myself, removing the towel and pulling on a short shirt and panties. "You can make it through this." As I padded into the living room, I felt a sense of despair growing inside me. It seemed like nothing could quell the fire that burned within.

"Maybe I should call Terry," I mused aloud, sinking onto the couch. "He'll know what to say to help me calm down." My fingers hovered over the phone, but then I hesitated. I didn't want our conversation to be all about my heat cycle, especially with his birthday coming up.

"Ugh, what's wrong with me?" I whispered, dropping the phone onto the cushion beside me. "Why can't I just be normal?"

"Because you're a horny rabbit, that's why!" I scolded myself, feeling my ears droop in embarrassment. But I knew it was true. I needed some kind of release, or I'd never be able to focus on anything else.

"Alright, Daisy, let's do this," I murmured, gritting my teeth and grabbing a remote control from the coffee table. If I couldn't douse the flames, maybe I could at least distract myself for a while.

"Time for some mindless TV," I sighed, flicking through the channels until I found something vaguely interesting. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. And as I settled in, trying to ignore the constant throbbing between my thighs, I hoped that maybe, just maybe, I could survive another day in this torturous heat cycle.

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As I lay on the couch, feeling utterly miserable, my best friend Connie walked into the room. She was like a big sister to me, always supportive and understanding. With her thick caramel-colored coat and piercing green eyes, she exuded cunning and resourcefulness that I admired.

"Hey, girl," Connie greeted me, immediately recognizing the look on my face. Without missing a beat, she strode past me toward the fridge, grabbing two wine glasses and filling them with a rich, red liquid. The comforting sound of the wine pouring into the glasses made me realize just how much I needed to vent.

"Here you go, Daisy," she said, offering me one glass as she settled onto the couch beside me. Her warm presence provided instant relief, and I could tell she was ready to listen as I took a deep sip of the wine, its warmth spreading through my body.

"Connie!" I exclaimed, my voice shaking with fury. "This day has been complete and utter hell! Work was a nightmare, what with the merger and my co-workers wouldn't stop bothering me for 10 fucking minutes, and this heat? Jesus Christ - it's driving me insane! It took every last bit of strength I had to make it home tonight without tearing my clothes off and jumping on the first hard cock that I bumped into. Like, for real, I've never been this horny in my life. As if that wasn't bad enough - I completely forgot Terry's birthday. There's no way I could get him a gift on such short notice!" I growled in frustration, feeling the weight of exhaustion drag at my bones.

Connie's gaze tenderly inspected me, her intense scrutiny burning into me. She lightly grasped my wrist and felt the frenzied beating of my heart. Her hand lingered upon a spot beneath my naval and as she pressed against it, an unexpected jolt of pleasure coursed through me, eliciting a muffled moan from my lips. "You're burning up," Connie gasped as she registered the red-hot heat that was radiating from me. With a gentle touch, she tilted my head to one side and gazed intently into my eyes, searching for something within their depths. As if discovering what she sought, a seductive smile spread across her face, indicating her understanding of my dilemma. Holding my gaze, Connie softly murmured "Sweetie, we all have those days" as if trying to offer me some comfort.

"Come here, babe," she said, sitting on the sofa next to me and pulling me onto her lap. "Just relax and take some deep breaths for me, okay?"

I couldn't help but gasp a little as Connie suddenly picked me up and pulled me onto her lap, the larger woman's body easily enveloping my smaller frame. I tensed for a moment, not expecting such an intimate move, but it only took a second for me to realize that she had my best interests at heart. With a sigh of relief, I settled into her embrace, feeling her strong paws on my shoulders as she began to administer one of her famous massages. The tension in my body simply melted away under her expert touch.

As I settled into her embrace, I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over me. Connie's strong paws began massaging my shoulders, their expert touch melting away the tensions of the day.

"Girl, I've been helping my friends through their heat cycles since high school "she replied matter-of-factly, her experienced hands kneading my muscles like they were dough. "What you're going through isn't regular heat, though. This is something else entirely."

"Wh-what do you mean?" I stammered, my curiosity piqued despite the haze of pleasure that her massage was bringing me.

"Ever heard of 'the fever', Daisy?" she asked, pausing her movements briefly to gauge my reaction.

"Can't say I have," I admitted, furrowing my brow in confusion.

"Thought so," Connie chuckled softly, resuming her ministrations. "The fever is like a heat cycle on steroids, babe. It's rare, but when it hits, it hits hard. Makes everything feel ten times more intense, and it can last a hell of a lot longer than your average heat. You might only experience it once or twice in your life, but lemme tell you, sugar - it's no walk in the park."

My heart raced in my chest as I tried to wrap my head around this newfound information about the "fever" Connie had just introduced me to. My mind spun, and I could feel my body trembling beneath her touch, the intensity of this revelation making it even more difficult to stay calm.

"Connie," I breathed out, my voice shaking with a mixture of confusion and desire. "How do I deal with this? What can I do?"

"Listen closely, babe" Connie reassured me, her paws continuing to rub slow circles along my back. "The fever ain't something you can just ignore or push away. It's gonna be there, and you're gonna have to face it head-on."

As she spoke, I couldn't help but let out a small moan, my body responding to her skilled touch. My breathing quickened, and I struggled to take deep breaths like Connie had suggested earlier.

"Easy now, Daisy," she cooed softly, sensing my growing distress. "Just keep breathin' for me, okay? Deep breaths. In and out."

I tried to follow her instructions, but each inhale only seemed to stoke the fire burning within me. The fever was overwhelming - every nerve ending felt electrified, and my whole body ached for release. I was just about to ask Connie more about "the fever" when she gently shushed me, her fingers still kneading my tense muscles. "Let me tell you a story about my mama, Peggy," she said with a grin, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. "It'll help put things in perspective for you."

"Okay..." I breathed out, trying to focus on something other than the heat radiating through my body.

"Back in 1987, during Fleet Week, my mama caught 'the fever' somethin' bad," Connie began, her voice taking on a playful tone that made me curious. "She went down to the docks, where all those sailors were hanging out, and somehow managed to sneak aboard one of their ships. Girl, she wasn't just content with one or two of 'em - no, she went and took on every last seaman in the fleet, captain included!"

"Wh-what?" I stammered, my ears perking up at the wild tale, despite my current state.

"Yep! The whole ship was rockin' like it was caught in a hurricane," Connie continued, chuckling deeply. "By the time they got back to shore, they'd dubbed my mama 'The Shipwrecker,' and she became a legend among the fleet."

She gestured to a plaque hanging on the wall, encased in glass. Inside was a shiny metal medal, etched with intricate designs. "That right there is my mama's Medal of Service, given to her by my daddy - the captain of that very ship. It's for services 'above and beyond,' if you know what I mean."

I couldn't help but laugh at the outrageous story, feeling some of the tension leave my body as I imagined that fateful Fleet Week encounter. But even as I giggled, my mind raced with questions and fears about my own situation.

"Connie," I whimpered, my eyes pleading with hers as I searched for answers. "Please...tell me there's something I can do."

"ok, I'll teach you the family secret to taming the fever," Connie murmured, pulling me into a warm bear hug that made all my worries feel like they were miles away. Her paw cupped my breast for a moment before moving to rub my shoulder reassuringly. "just know it's a temporary solution for 'the fever,' sugar. Just trust me and try to relax."

"Of course," I breathed out, my desperation evident. "I trust you completely, Connie. You know that."

"First things first, sugar," she instructed, as she guided my paw towards my inner thigh. The warmth from her fur sent a shiver through me, causing me to moan in pleasure and anticipation. "Close them pretty blue eyes of yours and listen to my voice."

I did as she asked, surrendering to the sensations and letting her guide me further. I was sitting in Connie's lap, feeling her strong arms wrapped around me. Her paws traveled from my shoulder down to my butt, stopping deliberately at my inner thigh. As my heat intensified, I couldn't help but moan again, so sensitive to her touch.

"Imagine Terry's here with us," Connie whispered into my ear, her breath warm against my fur. "He's touching you just like this, making you feel all kinds of good."

Her words sent shivers down my spine. The mere mention of Terry made my heart race and my body ache for his touch. But for now, it was Connie who was here with me, guiding me through this intimate moment.

"Your body knows what it wants, Daisy," she said softly, her fingers tracing circles on my thigh. "And I'm gonna help you give it what it needs."

My body trembled as it grew more sensitive to Connie's touch. The heat within me swelled, clouding my thoughts and amplifying my desires. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing, a testament to the intensity of my longing for Terry.

"Connie," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own panting. "Please, help me."

"Of course, baby girl," she replied huskily, her tone dripping with seduction. She guided my paw further up my thigh, directing me towards the source of my need. As we reached my heat-swollen mound, I gasped at the sensation of my fingers brushing against the slick wetness that coated my fur.

"Clear your mind, Daisy," Connie's sultry voice whispered into my ear, her breath hot and sending shivers down my spine. "Focus only on my voice and let me guide you."

I did as she instructed, my body already hypersensitive from our earlier play. I could feel every strand of fur on my body, every beat of my heart, and the warmth of Connie's body pressed against mine.

"Imagine that you're with Terry," Connie continued. "You're in the living room, sitting on the sofa together. He's wearing nothing but a pair of too-tight undies, his canine erection straining against the fabric, stretching it past its limit until they snap and expose his large dog cock."

A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips as Connie's paw teased my swollen pussy from outside my soaked panties. The vivid image of Terry's aroused form was enough to make my head spin, and when Connie called me a good girl, I felt a fresh wave of wetness pool between my legs.

"Picture Terry pushing his cock in your face," Connie guided, her tone dripping with lust. "Now open your mouth and take him in, just like you've been craving."

My heart raced as I obediently moaned and opened my mouth, playing into the fantasy. Connie moved her paw into my mouth, allowing me to suck on it as if it were Terry's throbbing cock. As soon as I did, she praised me once more: "That's a good girl, Daisy. You're such a good girl for Terry."

Each time she called me a good girl, my arousal grew stronger, making me hotter and wetter than ever before. My body was on fire, consumed by the desire to please both Terry and Connie, to be their perfect little rabbit.

"Isn't this what you want, Daisy?" Connie asked, her voice thick with desire. "To be Terry's sweet little bunny, to worship his cock and let him fill you up with his hot seed?"

"Y-yes," I stammered, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. "Please... I need it."

"Good girl," Connie cooed as she continued guiding me through the fantasy. Her other paw, which had been resting on my shoulder, slowly made its way down to my chest. Her fingers began to pinch and tease my sensitive nipples, making my whole body shiver with pleasure.

"Ah... Connie," I moaned softly, my cheeks flushed with arousal.

"Keep going, Daisy," Connie urged, her voice low and sultry. "You're doing so well for Terry. Imagine his strong paws gripping your hips, pulling you closer. And while he does that, why don't you add another finger?"

Biting my lower lip, I placed my free paw over Connie's, guiding it back towards my soaked cunt. My fingers joined hers, sliding deeper inside me. The sensation of our combined touch was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and I whimpered in ecstasy.

"Such a good girl," Connie praised again, increasing the pace of her fingers inside me. She sensed I was close to the edge and leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling my ear as she whispered, "You know what would drive Terry wild? If we sent him these panties soaked with your musk and cum overnight."

My eyes widened at the thought, but the idea of Terry receiving such an intimate gift from me only served to fan the flames of my desire. My heart raced as I envisioned his reaction to my scent, and I couldn't help but imagine how it would affect him.

"Y-yes," I gasped, my breathing growing heavier. "I want that, Connie. Please, let's do it."

"Of course, baby girl," Connie replied, her tone dripping with satisfaction. She sped up her movements even more, pushing me closer and closer to the precipice of my climax.

As my body shook with pleasure, my mind remained focused on the image of Terry receiving the soaked panties, his eyes widening with shock and desire as he took in my intoxicating scent. The thought brought me to the edge, and I could feel my climax building, powerful and imminent.

"Imagine his surprise, baby girl," Connie said, her voice low and sultry in my ear. "Terry opening that package, the scent of your heat-musk hitting him like a wave. He won't be able to resist."

My body trembled with anticipation as I pictured Terry's shocked expression, followed by the lustful hunger that would surely overtake him when he smelled my scent. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan at the thought, my arousal intensifying.

"Connie...I need more," I whispered, my voice desperate and needy. Sensing my urgency, Connie guided my paw down to join hers between my trembling thighs.

"Add another finger, Daisy," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. I obeyed, feeling my fingers slip into my slick, wet heat alongside hers. My breath hitched as the added pressure sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, my walls tightening around our joined fingers.

"Good girl," Connie cooed, rewarding my compliance. The praise only served to heighten my arousal, making me even more desperate for release.

My breathing came in short, shallow gasps as Connie's fingers continued to work in tandem, skillfully intertwining and twisting around each other. "Imagine Terry on top of you, Daisy," she said. Her voice was a velvety whisper that seemed to penetrate into my soul.

Connie's voice grew more intense with every word, her siren-like tones drawing me in like a moth to the flame. "Just imagine it, Daisy," she purred. "Terry pushing into you, his hard knot filling your tight pussy and expanding until you can feel yourself stretching around him." As if on cue, Connie plunged four thick fingers deep inside my core, driving my arousal sky high as I felt myself trembling with pleasure. My mind was flooded with visions of Terry atop me, flexing his hips forward and pushing his knot deeper still as we rocked together in ecstasy. His powerful thrusts left no doubt in my mind that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him - a feeling so intensely satisfying that I never wanted it to end.

My cries reverberated around the walls of our apartment, a tortured wail of pleasure as Connie's words and touch pushed me ever closer to the edge. I could feel my climax building within me like an unstoppable force, ready to unleash its unholy power at any moment. "Terry!" I screamed, the intensity of the sensation threatening to overwhelm me. I moaned loudly as my nipples tightened and sparks raced from the sensitive nubs to my pussy, the heat of my sex building up with each passing moment. With one final shuddering gasp I surrendered to the blinding passion, my body spasming with pleasure as every inch of me trembled in ecstasy. My clit pulsed and swelled as cum oozed out into my already soaking wet panties. The wetness seeped through the fabric, mingling with the musk that had been building up throughout our erotic encounter.

"Good girl," Connie murmured once more, her praise seeming to echo around the room as I lay spent and satisfied.

"Ah, fuck... Connie," I panted, my body shuddering from the intensity of my orgasm. My tail quivered, still sensitive from the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through me.

"Take a moment, Daisy," Connie said softly, placing a gentle paw on my heaving chest.

My heart was still racing as I looked over at Connie, her eyes shining with excitement. "Alright," I breathed, my desire for Terry and our passionate connection pushing any lingering doubts far from my mind. "Let's do it. Let's send him my soaked panties."

Connie's lips curled into a wicked ursine smile as she sat up, her stubby tail twitching eagerly.

"That's what I like to hear, girl. Now let's figure out the best way to get these panties to Terry in time for his birthday."

We began to discuss the logistics, our shared enthusiasm driving us to find the perfect solution. My ears perked up as we went over the details, the thrill of our plan making me feel more connected to Terry than ever before.

"Okay, so first things first," Connie said, her green eyes narrowed in concentration. "We need to get a nice box to put those panties in. Something that'll keep 'em fresh and saturated with your scent, ya know?"

"Right," I nodded, my paw running through my soft, white fur. "Maybe a small, airtight container? That should hold the smell in until he opens it."

"Good thinkin', Daisy." Connie grinned, clearly impressed with my suggestion. "And we should add a little note too, somethin' short but sweet that hints at what's inside."

I felt my cheeks flush as I thought about what to write. "How about... 'To Terry, a taste of what's been missing. Love, Daisy.'?"

"Damn, girl!" Connie exclaimed, clapping her paws together. "That's hot as hell! It's perfect!" My tail twitched happily, pleased with the progress we were making. "So, once we have the container and the note, we just need to ship it overnight to make sure it gets there in time, right?"

"Exactly," Connie agreed, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "And since I know you're a little shy about goin' to the post office with your cum-drenched panties, I'll take care of that part for ya."

"Thanks, Connie," I replied, grateful for her support and understanding. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Girl, it ain't nothin'," she said, reaching out to squeeze my paw affectionately. "We're in this together, remember? We'll make sure Terry gets a birthday surprise he won't ever forget."

"Alright then," Connie replied, her voice taking on an authoritative tone that sent shivers down my spine. "First, we need to figure out how to get those panties to Terry without anyone else finding out. We don't want his nosy neighbors or curious mail carriers getting a whiff of your divine scent now, do we?"

I giggled, imagining the shocked expressions of unsuspecting strangers as they inhaled my potent heat musk. "No, we definitely don't want that."

"Here's what we'll do," Connie said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We'll seal your panties in a plastic bag, then put that bag inside another bag filled with some of those scented beads you love so much. That way, even if someone does open the package, they won't be able to smell anything but the beads. And we'll ship it overnight, so it gets there just in time for his birthday."

"Connie, you're a genius! That's perfect!" I exclaimed, my heart swelling with gratitude for my friend's cleverness. The thought of Terry receiving my intimate gift brought a fresh wave of heat to my cheeks.

"Once we've got it all packaged up," Connie continued, "I'll help you write a sexy little note for him, telling him exactly what you did and how much you want him to enjoy your scent. Then we'll send it off and wait for his reaction."

My tail twitched with excitement, the anticipation of Terry's response adding fuel to my already burning desire. "Oh, I can't wait to hear from him after he opens it. He's going to be so surprised...and turned on."

"Exactly," Connie smirked, patting me on the back reassuringly. "Now, let's get started. We've got a lot of work ahead of us, and not a lot of time to do it in."

Together, we set about preparing my special gift for Terry. I carefully folded the panties and placed them into a plastic bag, sealing it tightly to preserve their enticing aroma. Connie helped me find a second bag and filled it with my favorite scented beads, creating a stealthy barrier around my musky treasure.

As we worked, I couldn't help but daydream about the moment Terry would unwrap his present, his brown eyes widening in surprise and lust as he took in my scent. My heart pounded in my chest at the thought, and I knew that this was the perfect way to keep our connection alive, even when we were miles apart.

"Alright, Daisy girl, everything's ready to go," Connie announced, snapping me out of my reverie. "Let's write that note and get this package on its way."

With Connie's guidance, I penned a sultry message for Terry, detailing my actions and the desire that had driven me to send him such an intimate memento. As I signed my name with a flourish, I felt a sense of pride and excitement wash over me. This was truly a gift like no other, and I couldn't wait for Terry to experience it for himself.

"Alright," Connie said, clapping her paws together as we finished up. "Let's get this package shipped off and make your man's birthday one he'll never forget."

And with that, we set off on our mission, each step bringing us closer to fulfilling my passionate plan.

As we stood in the dimly lit post office, the scent of paper and ink filling my sensitive nostrils, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of gratitude for Connie. She had been there for me every step of the way, guiding me through this unconventional plan to keep the passion alive between Terry and me.

"Connie," I said softly, turning to her with tears pricking at the corners of my bright blue eyes, "I don't think I can ever thank you enough for helping me with this. You've been such an amazing friend, always looking out for me and supporting me, no matter what."

Connie's green eyes sparkled with warmth as she reached out and pulled me into a tight embrace, her caramel-colored fur brushing against my soft white coat. "Aw, honey, it's nothing," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "You know I'd do anything for my favorite rabbit girl."

We stood like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, before Connie gently pulled away, a mischievous glint in her gaze. "Now, let's get this bad boy shipped off and make your man's birthday one he'll never forget."

"Alright," I agreed, my cheeks flushed with anticipation. I could barely contain my excitement as I handed the package over to the clerk, who seemed none the wiser about the salacious contents within.

"Overnight shipping, please," Connie instructed, leaning on the counter with a sly grin. "It's gotta be there tomorrow morning."

"Of course," the clerk replied, affixing the necessary labels and stamps to the box. As he took our payment and handed us the receipt, I felt a thrill of anticipation race down my spine. In just a few short hours, Terry would be receiving a gift unlike any other, and I couldn't wait to see his reaction.

"Alright, Daisy girl," Connie said as we exited the post office, her tail swishing playfully behind her. "You're all set. Now all you've gotta do is wait for Terry's call tomorrow."

"Thank you, Connie," I murmured, my heart overflowing with gratitude and love for my best friend. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Aw, shucks," she grinned, giving me a playful nudge with her elbow. "You'd figure it out, I'm sure. But I'm happy to be here for you, sugar. Always."

And as we walked off into the night, paw in paw, I knew that no matter what challenges life threw at us, Connie and I would always have each other's backs, supporting and guiding one another through every twist and turn of our wild journeys.

----Terry----

Stepping out of the shower, I could feel every muscle in my body aching from the hard day at work. The steam fogged up the bathroom mirror as I wrapped a towel around my waist and wiped the glass clear. Standing before me was one handsome black dog - that's me, Terry Black. My sleek, shiny coat clung to my muscular frame, water droplets gliding down each ripple of muscle.

"Damn," I muttered, admiring myself for a moment before shaking off the excess water and attending to some last-minute grooming. Tonight was important; it was my call with Daisy. Her birthday surprise for me had been on my mind all day.

I could feel my excitement bubbling up and I smiled as I thought back to the text she had sent earlier that day. "Hey babe, be on the lookout for a package! Don't open it until we're on Discord together, okay?" My heart raced with anticipation as I wondered what secret surprise she had in store for me. As her image filled my mind, I felt a longing sigh escape my lips. She was so beautiful - a short rabbit with incredibly soft white fur, deep blue eyes, long legs that seemed to never end, and curves in all the right places that left an undeniable temptation in the air.

"Focus, Terry," I scolded myself, snapping out of my reverie. I tossed on a tank top and a pair of loose shorts, taking just a second more to admire my reflection before heading to the computer. Time to find out what Daisy had in store for me.

I walked over to my computer, feeling the anticipation building in my chest. I took a deep breath and clicked on Daisy's name, starting the video call. The moment her face appeared on the screen, my tail wagged uncontrollably. There she was, my beautiful Daisy - her soft, white fur practically glowing on screen and those bright blue eyes that always seemed to pierce straight through me.

"Hey, babe!" Daisy greeted, her voice dripping with excitement. "Are you ready for your birthday surprise?"

"God, yes," I replied, my ears perking up as I tried not to let my imagination run wild. "I can't wait to find out what you got me."

"Good!" she giggled, her own ears twitching with anticipation. "You're gonna love it, Terry. Trust me."

We chatted for a bit, sharing the mundane details of our days, but the underlying current of desire was palpable. The more we talked, the more I found myself aching for her touch, for the feel of her warm body against mine. It was torture being so far away from her, but these moments together were what kept us going.

Just as I was about to ask her for a hint about the surprise, the doorbell rang. My heart leaped into my throat, and I could barely contain my eagerness. This was it - the moment of truth. "Stay right there, Daisy," I said breathlessly, pulling myself from my chair I raced to for the door. "I think it's here!"

"Go get it!" she urged, her own excitement mirrored in her eyes.

The suspense was almost unbearable as I hurried to the door. I opened it to find a nondescript package resting on the doorstep. My mind raced with possibilities, my pulse quickening as I scooped it up and dashed back to the computer.

"Okay, I've got it," I panted, holding the package up to the camera for Daisy to see. "Is this it?"

"Yep, that's it!" she confirmed, grinning ear to ear. "Are you ready to open your present, birthday boy?"

"More than ready," I replied, my voice thick with desire. The anticipation was driving me wild, and as I tore into the package, I couldn't help but imagine all the intensely erotic scenarios that might be waiting for me inside this little package.

"Go ahead, open it!" She encouraged me, her voice full of mischief. I couldn't wait any longer, my curiosity getting the better of me.

With trembling paws, I tore into the package, ripping through layers of paper and tape until I finally reached the contents inside. My breath hitched as I pulled out a pair of Daisy's panties, the soft fabric smooth and delicate between my fingers.

"Ta-da!" she exclaimed, her cheeks rosy with arousal. "I thought you might like a little something personal from me."

My gaze was instantly drawn to the damp spot on the silky material, the unmistakable scent of Daisy's heat hitting me like a freight train. A primal part of my mind howled in need, the musky aroma awakening a burning desire within me to breed.

"Damn, Daisy..." I breathed, unable to tear my eyes away from the intimate gift. The sight and smell of her essence were intoxicating, my body responding without hesitation. My cock strained against the confines of my shorts, desperate for relief.

"Go on," she urged, her voice sultry and seductive. "Take a deeper sniff, Terry. Breathe my scent in."

I hesitated for only a moment before lifting the panties to my nose, drawing in a long, deep breath. The scent was dizzying, sending shivers down my spine and intensifying my arousal tenfold. My paws twitched with the urge to touch myself, but I resisted, focusing instead on the sound of her voice.

"Can you feel how badly I want you?" Daisy whispered, her words like a siren's call. "I wish I could be there with you right now, Terry. But for now, this is the closest we can get."

"God, I want you too," I admitted, my voice strained as I struggled to maintain control. The combination of her scent and her explicit words were driving me wild, painting vivid images in my mind of our bodies tangled together, lost in the throes of passion.

"Good boy," she hummed, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Because I'm not finished yet.

Keep those panties close, and listen closely, Terry. Let me guide you through this."

The smell of Daisy's heat seduced me, beckoning my body with an urgent need. My shorts became a prison for my hardening cock that was desperate to be unleashed. I could feel the electricity in the air as I strained to stay still, my ears perked up and my tail wagging madly. "Press them to your face, Terry," Daisy instructed, her voice dripping with lust. "Breathe in deep and let my scent fuel your desires."

I obeyed without hesitation, pressing the heat-stained panties to my nose and inhaling deeply. The heady scent filled my lungs, sending shivers down my spine and making my cock twitch in anticipation. Her voice was like a hypnotic melody, guiding me through this erotic dance we were sharing across this long distance.

"Slide your hand into your shorts," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "Show me how much you want me, baby."

I complied without hesitation, my hands trembling slightly as I pulled down my shorts and exposed my raging arousal. The cool air caressed it, making me gasp at the sudden sensation of pleasure. Daisy moaned softly, her gaze fixated on my engorged member.

"Look at that," she purred, her own fingertips grazing over her curvaceous body in slow circles. "You're so hard for me already, Terry. Imagine if I was there right now, sliding my fingers around your throbbing length..."

My heart pounded in anticipation as I listened to her words, my mind conjuring up all sorts of wicked images of her exploring every inch of my body with her sensual touch. Our shared fantasies fueled our connection, bridging the gap between us with every daring word and gesture.

"Touch yourself for me, Terry," Daisy whispered seductively, her honeyed voice vibrating through me like an electric current. "Imagine it's my hands guiding you towards pure ecstasy."

My hands moved to my cock, gripping it firmly as I began to stroke myself in time with her sultry words. The pleasure surged through me like a wave crashing onto the shoreline, intensifying with every second that passed.

"God, Daisy," I moaned, feeling my body pulse with desire. "I wish you were here to touch me like this."

"Me too, Terry," she replied breathlessly, her own paw slipping beneath her skirt, teasing herself for both our enjoyment. "But until we can be together, let's make the most of this moment."

And as we continued to explore the depths of our desires, guided by the sultry tones of Daisy's voice and the vivid fantasies that danced through our minds.

"Good boy, Terry. Now watch me closely," Daisy instructed as she lifted her skirt on camera. My eyes widened in surprise and lust as I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. The sight of her bare, glistening folds only served to heighten my arousal, causing pre-cum to leak all over my paws.

"Damn, Daisy, you look incredible," I groaned, my voice thick with desire.

"Thanks, babe. Now keep stroking yourself for me," she commanded, her tone sultry and authoritative. Eager to please, I continued to stroke my cock, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

As I watched, Daisy's paws roamed her own voluptuous figure, one paw kneading her ample breasts while the other ventured between her legs. The sight of her pleasuring herself to my hardness was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but mirror her actions, the two of us locked in this sensual dance.

"Imagine it, Terry," she whispered seductively, "imagine how good it would feel to slide your hard cock inside me, filling me up completely."

"Can you feel me, Terry?" she asked in a sultry tone, her voice dripping with desire. "I want to feel your hard cock between my legs, filling me up completely."

The image of Daisy straddling me, our bodies joined together as I sank deeper and deeper within her, flooded my thoughts. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the feeling of her wetness encompassing me - it was almost too much to bear.

"Oh God," I groaned out in pleasure, my rhythm quickening as I imagined us together. "I need you so bad."

"Me too, baby," she moaned in response, her free hand now busy teasing her nipples through her shirt. "But for now, let's enjoy this moment together. Let's make each other feel amazing."

"Terry," Daisy purred seductively as her hand worked faster between her legs. Her voice was sizzling with arousal and anticipation, the words rolling off her tongue in a tantalizing manner. "I want to take that thick cock of yours into my mouth, feeling it pulse between my lips."

With her gaze locked onto mine through the camera lens, she licked her lips lasciviously, making sure I got an eyeful before continuing. "Imagine me sucking on your cock, Terry. Picture me sliding my lips along your length, tasting every inch of you."

The sounds of Daisy pleasuring herself echoed around us both and sent electric jolts of desire coursing through my veins. The sight of her heat swollen pussy glistening with her cum was almost too much to handle.

"Ahh Daisy," I panted out as I stroked my shaft harder and faster. My mind was filled with passionate images she painted and my body craved to experience it all for real.

"Can you smell me, Terry?" she whispered lustfully into the microphone , allowing me to inhale her sweet musky scent from across the miles.

I could practically taste the air around her, heavy with the musky scent of her desire. It was intoxicating, driving me closer and closer to the edge of release. Every word she spoke, every moan that escaped her lips, pulled me further under her spell.

"Your pre-cum is all over your paws, babe," Daisy cooed, her voice low and sultry. "It looks so delicious... I wish I could lick it off you right now."

Her words, filled with longing and need, brought me to the brink. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I could feel the pressure building, the craving for release becoming almost unbearable.

"Please, Daisy," I begged in a hoarse whisper, my heart threatening to beat its way through my ribs. "I need to cum so bad."

"No, Terry," Daisy gasped between moans. "Take your paws of that gorgeous cock and grab my panties."

I hesitated for a moment, but her urgency spurred me into action. My fingers closed around the soft fabric, the scent of her desire still lingering on them.

"Good boy," she cooed. "Now, I want you to stroke yourself for one minute, then stop and inhale my scent deeply. Keep doing this, over and over."

Obeying Daisy's command, I began to stroke my throbbing member, feeling the intense pleasure building inside me once again. After a minute, I stopped and pressed the panties to my face. I breathed in her intoxicating aroma until the world blurred around me. My mind was slowly unraveling from the torturous cycle of arousal and denial.

My heart raced as Daisy moaned deeply into the microphone. The seductive sounds of her voice sent waves of arousal coursing through me, and I could almost feel her soft skin pressed against mine. My knotted cock throbbed painfully in anticipation, desperate for the pleasure it was about to receive.

"I need your thick knot deep inside me," Daisy purred, her words dripping with desire. "Can you fill me up, baby? Make me scream your name?"

Her husky voice drove me wild, and I could see myself plunging my stiff length deep into her tight pussy. I wanted to bury myself as far as I could go, feeling the sweet stretch of her walls around my knot.

"Yes! Please!" I begged, my own voice quivering with lust. "I'm so close, Daisy... Let me give you everything."

"You're almost there, Terry," she purred seductively. The sensations were overwhelmingly arousing as my arousal slowly wound up tightly. Daisy's sultry whispers only drove me further towards the edge, my whole body quivering with eager lust.

The sound of Daisy's moans increased in volume, her body writhing with pleasure before me on camera. Each wet, slick noise from her fingers as they thrust into her folds sent delightful shivers down my spine, and I could hear a chorus of glorious squelching noises emanating from her depths.

"You are such a good boy, 30 more seconds and you can do it," she murmured in a throaty voice. "Hearing those sounds your fingers make as they plunge deep inside me? Can you imagine how it would feel to bury that thick knot inside me?"

I could only nod, my hands sticky with precum as I desperately clung to the edge of restraint. The thought of claiming Daisy, filling her with my essence and seeing her swollen with our offspring consumed my mind, sending me into a frenzy of need.

"Alright, baby... you've been so obedient for me," she breathed, her voice strained with passionate desire. "You may cum now, Terry. Let go and give me that hot load."

Daisy's voice echoed in my head, a fierce heat surged through me and my cock throbbed. I felt like every nerve inside of me was alive. my paws gripped the base of my knot which had swollen to the point where my paws couldn't wrap around it. Every inch of me ached for release as I pumped furiously then suddenly the dam holding back the tide of pleasure broke, the room spun around me as wave after wave of orgasmic energy shot out from my throbbing member, painting the walls and floor beneath me with an ocean of pent up dog seed. "Connie!" I shouted, heavy breaths escaping my lips as my swollen cock jerked and pulsed in orgasmic bliss. I was overwhelmed by the sheer force of lust coursing through me, too lost in ecstasy to stop myself from unleashing Hot streams of cum that filled the air like sticky tracers, coating the computer screen, camera lens, and Connie's panties with white evidence of my unquenchable yearning for her.

Finally, my orgasm subsided, leaving me panting and trembling in its wake. I stared at the mess I'd made, feeling both elated and overwhelmed. As I looked back at the now blurry image of Connie on the computer screen, I could see that she too was catching her breath, a satisfied smile gracing her beautiful features.

"Wow, Terry... that was... alot!," she panted, her voice soft and full of emotion.

I grinned weakly, still trying to regain my composure. "Yeah, it really was, Connie. I wish you were here right now."

"Me too," she sighed, her eyes brimming with longing. "But this... this was something special, even if we're apart."

I snatched a sock from the ground and wiped away the sticky cum, smearing it across my screen and lens of the camera until I could just make out my long-distance lover's face. Not a single word was spoken as our eyes locked together through the digital connection that separated us yet bound us in an unbreakable intimacy. In that moment, the miles melted away as if they had never existed, replaced by an overwhelming emotional closeness that filled us both.

"Happy birthday, Terry," Connie whispered, reaching out to touch the screen as if she could caress my cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too, Connie," I replied, mirroring her gesture. And as we exchanged those heartfelt words, I knew that no matter how far apart we were, our bond would remain unbreakable.

As we stared into each other's eyes, the distance that separated us seemed to vanish, replaced by a bond that defied all logic and reason. In that moment, I knew that our love was stronger than any obstacle life could throw at us - and that we would never let anything come between us again.

"I love you, Daisy," I whispered, my heart swelling with the intensity of my feelings.

"I love you too, Terry," she murmured back, a tear forming in the corner of her eye. "More than anything in this world."

With our hearts still pounding, we reluctantly said our goodbyes and exchanged heartfelt "I love you's" before ending the call. The room felt suddenly empty without Daisy's presence, but the lingering scent of her heat stirred something deep within me. I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to be with her - to claim her as mine in a way that no video call could ever replicate.

"Fuck this," I muttered under my breath, my resolve hardening like my arousal moments earlier. I grabbed my phone and began typing out a resignation letter to my boss. My fingers flew across the screen as I wrote, not bothering to sugarcoat my words or make any excuses for my abrupt departure. "Fuck you, I'm out," I tapped out, hitting send without a second thought. My life was about to change, and there was no turning back.

Feeling both liberated and slightly reckless, I opened up another app and booked a one-way ticket to Connie's city. My mind raced with anticipation, knowing that soon I would be there, holding Daisy in my arms, and finally claiming her in the throes of her

heat. The very thought sent shivers down my spine and made my cock twitch beneath my shorts.

As I waited for the confirmation email, my mind realized what I was about to do. I imagined Daisy writhing beneath me, her plush hips bucking against mine as I buried myself deep inside her. Her moans and whimpers echoing through the room as her body welcomed my knot, tying us together in a primal union neither of us could escape. "God, I want her so fucking much," I whispered to myself, my eyes half-lidded with lustful thoughts. I could almost taste her on my tongue, her sweet nectar coating my mouth as I lapped at her swollen folds. My own arousal pulsed in time with my heartbeat, a constant reminder of the insatiable desire I felt for the rabbit who now consumed my every thought.

"Come on, come on," I urged, checking my email obsessively for the flight confirmation. The seconds dragged on like hours, the slow passage of time only serving to heighten my impatience and need. And then, finally, it arrived - a digital ticket to my heart's true destination.

"Got it," I breathed, feeling a thrill rush through me as the reality of what I'd just done hit home. I was really doing this, leaving everything behind to pursue the one thing that truly mattered: Daisy.

"Get ready, baby," I murmured, a wicked grin spreading across my muzzle. "I'm coming for you... and I won't rest until you're mine - body, heart, and soul.

"Alright, let's do this," I said to myself as I started packing my bags. Clothes, toiletries, and other essentials were quickly gathered and stuffed into the suitcase. My heart raced with anticipation, knowing that soon I'd be on my way to Daisy.

"Maybe I should bring something special for her," I mused, rummaging through my drawers until I found a small velvet box. Inside it was a delicate silver necklace with a heart-shaped pendant.