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It was strange for Lexi. She had friends, have no doubt of that, at least seven of whom were not Thanatos's or Alisa's friends first. She had a few kinds of friend: the kind with whom she spoke only when they were together. There were the kind with whom she spoke solely on the internet, or via phone call or text message. And there was the kind of friend with whom she spoke to both textually and audibly. She had never had a friend, however, with whom she spoke constantly. She jumped slightly as her phone vibrated, and mailbox with a cartoon piece of mail popped on screen. She viewed it, to see a vague reply to one of her previously asked questions.

This had been going on for four days, since Lexi had met Bellany for the first time. Lexi found out quickly that Bellany was a bit reclusive when it came to speaking about herself. She sent a quick less-than-three, just to get Bellany's usual response proclaiming Lexi's perversion. She wondered what it would take to get Bellany to come over again this weekend. She was getting anxious to see her again, since she had had no opportunities since last weekend. The distance between them meant they had been assigned to different school districts, Lexi had been unable to plan a meeting at a place somewhere closer than the twenty-ish miles that separated them.

Lexi thumbed a request to meet somewhere, for maybe the third time in four days, and again Bellany responded with a tenuous ‘maybe'. Lexi's ears drooped a bit, but she was not surprised by it. She asked if maybe this weekend they could meet at home, and Bellany replied that she would try to come. Lexi's tail flick-flicked happily, and she left her room, closing her phone triumphantly and walking into the living room, to see her parents working a ten thousand piece jigsaw puzzle together, with Alisa occasionally passing by and clearing large areas of loose pieces into recognizable shapes. Lexi recognized it as the eye of an artist, but her parents still assumed it to be some kind of puzzle making magic.

There was much fanfare to be had when Lexi appeared from her room. Their parents stood up from their puzzle, walled her into a corner, and playfully accosted her. "Lexi," her mother began, "it's been so long since we've seen you!" She joked bitingly.

"I've been, ah, distracted." Lexi bit back.

At this point Alisa entered the conversation, for the sole purpose of making Lexi blush blood red. "Distracted thinking about that bunny girl who was poking around here last weekend!" She bit, possibly the hardest of the three leopardesses.

"Great." Their mother muttered. "Two daughters in completely inviable relationships for bearing children. The older one's got the hots for a gay mouse, the younger one's got it out for a girl bunny. Somebody had better give me a grandkid or two to play with."

"I think that ever since that one time a few months ago, we've quite â€" ah â€" firmly established that Thanatos is entirely not gay." Alisa cooed reminiscently.

"...Yeah. Which is why he has to make the coffee every time he's over, in payment for me not breaking his nose." Dad quipped.

"Right, right. And here I thought he was getting out of bed every morning to go call his friends and audibly high five them."

"How about we just do that puzzle?" Lexi asked, and, even though the heat was off her heat for Bellany, she still suddenly did not feel like playing such games with her family.

Every time her phone vibrated in her pocket, she excused herself from the quiet merriment of puzzle assembling, and read and reread the messages from Bellany. Every time Lexi moved back to the table, there was a sideways glance amongst Alisa and their parents, that seemed to completely pass Lexi by. It was obvious that Lexi was distracted, because she combined a total of a dozen or so pieces of an insignificant portion of the center of the puzzle. An hour after she sat down to help with the puzzle, she excused herself, saying she felt ill.

She entered her room like she was moving through molasses, closed her door, shut off her lights, and went to bed. She had the forethought to put her phone in her shirt, so the quiet vibration would wake her to speak with Bellany. Soul theft by proxy, she thought. What skill. The thought was nice, of having her phone wake her up to talk to Bellany, however it did not pan out.

She woke up in the middle of the night, feeling like a truck had hit her. Lexi picked herself up on one arm, and retrieved the phone that was digging so uncomfortably against her ribs. She saw a cartoon mailbox breaking under the weight of a stack of new pieces of cartoon mail. She checked them, and alternately blushed at remembrance of the idiot she had made of herself last weekend, smiled for the same reason, and felt her stomach drop, be it something Bellany said about her home, or a phrase properly (or improperly, as Lexi somewhat hoped, to make things less complicated, she told herself, Bellany did not feel the same way she did. She was not out for girls. She said so herself), or just an acid rebut to some of her earlier texts.

One message made her arm go out from under her. She said, in not so few words, that she was going to be over, and she would be there the whole weekend. Not only that, she realized, there was a very subtle less-than-three hiding in the midst of the message. Lexi yawned, stretched, and shook a bit of the sleep from her mind, and left her room to find a bit of supper that she happened to miss. She found the refrigerated remains of chicken stew, and felt her stomach drop to realize that she did not notice the smell when she left her room.

She munched on a small bowl of stew conscientiously, looking around suspiciously for Alisa to sneak around into the kitchen to do whatever it happened to be that Alisa had in her head to do. Nothing happened, and Lexi put her bowl in the sink and shuffled off to bed, again. She saw she had a few more messages, and also saw that it was three in the morning. She looked, and saw the Bellany ‘couldn't sleep'. She sent several less-than-threes to Bellany, who promptly replied with a cheerful good morning. Lexi replied in kind, and told Bellany that she was terribly sorry, but she was exhausted. She wished her a good night and good morning, and added a less-than-three to the end.

Lexi woke up at five-thirty, and she was exhausted. She reclined with her eyes closed while some post punk played as her alarm clock. She, without enthusiasm, rolled out of bed and landed on one foot. She checked her phone, to see her inbox overflowing again. Lexi read them all quickly and sent a good morning to Bellany, before leaving her room, to find Alisa already in the shower. She grumbled quietly and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. This had become her routine, since Alisa seemed to be able to wake up at all hours of the morning with all the energy she needed. Today, it seemed, she had brought that magic to bear, and finished her shower not long after Lexi had scrambled eggs and various hams, bacons and meat thrown into a pan. Alisa slapped Lexi warmly on the rear, and took over the eggs.

Lexi managed to shower, despite still feeling like the truck had hit her, and was finished grooming when the sun finally rose. It was overcast, but that did not bother her any. She shambled to the kitchen, where Alisa was happily eating half of the eggs and meat they had made earlier. Lexi grabbed a plate and half of the food, and ate in a manner somewhat akin to having half of her body paralyzed. She brushed her teeth, primmed her hair, lined her eyes in black, and applied mascara of white. Her lips were drawn with a black more bluish and glittery than her natural lip color. She threw her backpack over one shoulder, and left with Alisa for school. After Alisa turned on her car, and Lexi heard the female fronted metal whispering love through the speakers, she went blank. She probably aced the test on whatever subject it may have been on, and she slept through most of her day.

She turned on her phone when she got home, and saw the clock, status icons, and everything else covered with cartoon mail. The only remnant of the mailbox was a little red flag drawn to be comically crushed against the screen. She replied to each one, feeling her stomach lurch hither and thither with every letter. Lexi smiled and locked herself in her room when she got home. She went to bed as soon as possible, just to make morning get there all the sooner.

The week had gone significantly better for Bellany than it apparently had for Lexi. The enforcer of her abuse had not made an appearance for any part of the week, not even when normally she would be cowering in her room, did she fear. Bellany assumed it was something about her newfound confidence. She walked with her head high, and spoke in sentences. Not only that, she was keeping herself more ladylike. Though that was a much more subtle change that she suspected would not be noticed unless the confrontation got very close.

She spent most of her time in her room, however, just from the force of habit. She spent a lot of time at her computer desk, which was separated from the rest of her room by a thin green curtain. The curtain was for the purpose of keeping out unwanted eyes, or rather, unwanted electronic surveillance. Paranoia was one thing, the remains of several pen cameras, mini webcams, and other assorted items was a completely different matter. She had sent Lexi probably two hundred text messages in the past five days, and had gotten the okay on going back to her home this weekend. Her father was ecstatic, her mother was a bit suspicious of Bellany, for wanting to spend the entire weekend at the home of someone she had met only a few days ago.

Her mother's argument never beat out her father's. Bellany suspected that it was something in the intensity in his eyes when they were making a decision about her. She prepared herself leisurely, with the knowledge that she would have another weekend with Lexi, and another weekend away from the home that always felt twenty degrees colder than it was. She grabbed nothing of note to take with her. Really just small amenities that she could stuff into her pockets and have for use. Bellany took a long, hot shower before bed, and brushed her teeth thoroughly, more than thoroughly, actually. For a reason she could not fathom, she made note to take another shower and brush again before she left. She spent a long time brushing her fur, considering that she was going to soon be sleeping and much later showering.

Such went Bellany's week. Occupied by occupying Lexi, who seemed to be acting more strange than Bellany herself was. By the time Bellany had thought it out completely, she was a half comatose ball of exhausted fluff and flesh. She fell asleep at close to two in the morning, and woke up close to sunrise. She showered again, and brushed herself (very thoroughly) again. She ate a breakfast of fruit and cereal, and brushed her teeth (very thoroughly) again. She dressed conscientiously, and made sure she was appropriate for going out.

She waited for a few hours until her mom and dad woke up, and made herself very obvious, or rather, made herself obvious in her state of dress and presentability. Her father noticed this first, halfway through his first cup of coffee. He tittered about forgetting, and quickly dressed and drove her to Lexi and Alisa's home. The second she hit the seat of the car, she remembered the much more interesting and enjoyable ride home with Lexi. That little stream of thought in the forefront, drowned out most of her surroundings until her father repeated her name for the twelfth time.

She snapped out of it then, but only to give the directions that she for some reason found memorized. Four miles straight, until the small motel. Right, right, straight six miles, left, straight ten miles. She took a somewhat more direct route on foot, but every second of the drive home from Lexi's was burned in her head. Which is why she got a huge shock of recognition from seeing the neighborhood of her first encounter. The change in her would have been apparent, if anyone had been paying attention.

Bellany's father let her out at the front door, and Bellany suddenly felt her gut lurch. She was new to this, so she was not sure about the etiquette. She clicked in the doorbell and heard a quiet chime, and waited. Somewhere during this time, she heard her father leave. She could not have been sure, but Bellany thought she saw an eye peeking out from the window.

Lexi suppressed an ecstatic mewl when she saw Bellany standing with growing anxiety. She waited until she raised her arm to ring the bell again, and opened the door and grabbed Bellany by the exposed waist, dragged her, a bit more showily than necessary, inside, and bit her shoulder. Bellany squeaked ecstatically, and it seemed like they were newlyweds. This was not lost on Lexi, whose instant bout of contrition hit her like a hammer to the temple. Lexi let go of Bellany's shoulder, and pulled her closer to her face. She somewhat casually whispered, "Hey."

"Ah, hi." Bellany murmured back, looking down self-consciously. "How have you been?"

"Wonderful." Lexi lied, smiling. There was just something wrong about telling her that she had been thinking about her constantly, and that she still made her tired and nervous and speechless. "You?" She asked out of both politeness and a genuine interest.

"Ah -" She started, paused, searching for the correct word, "I'm better than I have been in a long time." She said somewhat reverently.

"That's good. I'm â€" I'm happy for you." Lexi said quietly, wondering whose fault it was that they were standing in the foyer holding each other and murmuring affectionately. She nervously disengaged from Bellany's waist and Bellany from her own. She blushed, as much as something with fur can blush, and muttered her apologies profusely. They went into Lexi's room and watched television for a while, Lexi growing more and more uncomfortable as the day wore on. At one point, she felt Bellany moving a bit closer, claiming to be cold. Lexi immediately wondered if it was a mistake or not for them to move under the blankets.

They were fully clothed. She kept that in mind the whole time. When Bellany slid her hand under her neck, she kept in mind they were wearing clothes. When she scooted closer, until her head was on her breast and she heard the contented coos from Bellany's throat, she reminded herself that this was totally acceptable, since they were fully clothed. She gasped silently and froze stiff when Bellany wrapped her leg around her own.

Bellany fell into something akin to a torpor. She was obviously fully conscious, but she barely moved, and breathed more slowly than Lexi thought someone whose body was working at normal capacity could. Eventually, tired of staying in such an awkward position with her arms, Lexi wrapped her arm around Bellany's shoulder. She wondered, now, if Bellany even would scream if she tried to kiss her.

The strange part of this whole thing was, the change was completely within Bellany. Lexi did not cuddle up to her, nor did she wrap her arms around her until long after she had. She most certainly did not drop into some kind of overwhelmed coma of contentment. Lexi's mind raced and she closed her eyes. For the first out of four times, she did not feel herself trying to drift off to sleep, but rather, wanting to stay awake to watch Bellany for any sign of inappropriate moves. What she also wondered, was how they had gone from not knowing each other's names, to lazing about in bed, cuddled close like lovers. She wanted to know what she had done to this innocent little bunny girl to make her go from a timid little prude, to taking initiative in the totally-not-romantic-cuddling-and-watching-but-not-watching-of-the-stupid-movie-she-said-they-should-watch. She sighed quietly.

"What's wrong?" Bellany mumbled from somewhere in Lexi's chest.

"I â€" I'm â€" just overwhelmed by having such a cute bunny cuddled so happily into my chest." She said truthfully, with enough humor in her voice to mask her true feelings.

"Yeah," Bellany joked. "I was kind of thinking the same thing." Lexi's heart did not lurch, it shattered. She opened her mouth to speak, and she wondered if Bellany, with her ears sitting on her chest, could hear her rapid heartbeat.

She quaked a bit in her chest, and announced rather apologetically that she had to go to the bathroom. Bellany did not mind and lifted her head an inch or so off of Lexi's chest, allowing her easy escape. She walked calmly from her room, and all but lurched the ten steps to the bathroom. She leaned against the sink, and did something akin to catching her breath, while she stared at herself in the mirror. She looked away almost in disgust, and turned away from the mirror. She turned and went back into her room, where Bellany was nestled somewhere under her blankets waiting for her.

A floppy ear wiggled near the top of the sheets, and Lexi sighed silently, and waited for her throat to stop tightening up. She slid into bed headfirst, arms ahead of her head, for balance. She gasped quietly when Bellany lunged playfully at her, teeth bared. She expected the bite, so she tilted her head enough that Bellany's cute little muzzle could fit quite well. Bellany did not think Lexi would be so willing for it, and had in her mind to bite the other side of her neck.

There was a bit of logistical discrepancy here, mostly in the connection of their faces. Lexi's eyes popped near out of her head. She squeaked pitifully, and held her hands away from Bellany's body. She felt her leg shaking, and her toes curl. After her eyes were done being bugged out, they closed tight, trying to pretend this was not happening. She squeaked again in protest that was not heartfelt, mostly since her heart could not feel anything right now. She wondered how long this kiss (was it really a kiss if neither of them meant it as a kiss?) would last.

Bellany got over her shock quickly. Neck biting was cute, it was even a little bit sexual, but, for some reason, kissing just said so much more. This one, Bellany was trying to convey her endless gratitude to Lexi for, literally, saving her life. She wondered if Lexi was getting that message or not. She seemed far too shocked, miss "Lexi the Lover" was afraid of this affection. She paled when she heard Lexi squeak again, and suddenly regretted missing her neck as much as Lexi.

"I -" she started, faltered, started, faltered, started, faltered, finally, taking a deep breath, started, faltered, and began. "I missed your neck." Bellany mumbled, contrition, fear, embarrassment, confusion, wonder, several other emotions that Bellany could not place. The one that she did not acknowledge was the warmth spreading through her chest.

"Yeah." Lexi slurred back, the same emotions displayed in her voice. "I â€" yeah â€" I -" she stuttered incoherently. She wondered if the black static dancing at the corner of her vision meant she was about to pass out, and sincerely hoped that Bellany would not convey that little episode as being overly happy about a silly little accidental kiss. Then, she quickly thought about the whole thing, and her vision went completely black. She was conscious, she just could not see. How could Bellany have gotten so bold that she would bite her neck without any motivation? How could she kiss her, ground Lexi herself dared not tread, under the stupid guise that she missed her neck? She tensed up and tried to come back to the world of the living.

Slowly, very slowly, her vision faded back in. She really must have done something weird, because Bellany was hovering over her, asking if she was alright, or if she needed any help. Lexi sat up, quaking in her chest and legs and arms and hands.

"What happened to you?" Bellany asked, absolutely terrified. "Are you alright?"

"I â€"" Lexi started, suddenly smiling. "I'm just overwhelmed by having such a cute bunny kiss me." She joked desperately, hoping to kill the heat on her.

"I was kind of thinking the same thing." Bellany muttered, with a smug grin on her face.

"You little bunny slut," Lexi murmured, checking the predatory edge to her voice, trying to keep it as close to a joke and as far from a come on as she could. "I should show you overwhelmed."

"Y â€" yeah?" Bellany asked, playing along, suddenly realizing that she liked being talked to dirtily. A warmth spread through her chest, and curled up hot in her stomach, making her a bit ill, but no worse for wear.

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"Oh yeah." Lexi cooed, word filter safely turned to the off position. "I should show you just what predators do to bunnies who take too much liberty with their evolutionary betters." She paused for dramatic effect, and grabbed Bellany hard around the waist. "We get a pack of ourselves, lots of big cats, slavering for blood." She growled, not noticing Bellany gripping the sheets with terrible strength and biting them with tense desperation. "And then, Bellany, do you know what we do? All of us big, strong, terrifying, ravenous predators?" Bellany squeaked with a quavering voice, and Lexi continued. "We surround girls like you," hands pulled tighter, crushing some of the air out of her. "Then, oh Bellany, then, we stalk you. Creeping closer, ever closer," Bellany quivered in Lexi's arms, trying to keep from crying out. Oh, she wanted Lexi to say it, to say that predators attacked and ravaged and threw little sluts like her away. Oh, she wanted Lexi to say she was nothing, compared to the fine work natural selection had done for her. She wanted a taste of those claws, those teeth, the muscles toned by recreational exercise, and built to hunt and kill and destroy little girls like her.

"Bellany," Lexi whispered lewdly, "then do you know what happens?"

"Oh," she managed, before she shut her mouth and bit her lip to keep from letting out a quiet wail of pleasure. This, she thought, this is how a girl's first time should be. Partner cool, collected, playing you like an instrument while you shake and groan and collapse against him (or in this wonderful, exceptional case, her).

"Then," she whispered, voice barely audible. "Then, we crouch low," hands trailed close to the hem of her shirt. "Then, all at once, Bellany," she paused dramatically, watching her squirm, and, wondered, as if there was any possible reason for her discomfort other than what should be obvious to a pervert. "Then, crouched, ready to kill," she emphasized, "we wait."

"Uh?" She intoned lustfully.

"We sit and wait; wait until you're vulnerable," she cooed, "wait until you're suffering," she added, raising her voice at the end, "wait until you're stuck in the desert, lost, hungry, tired. Scared. Hopeless." She dropped her voice again. "Then you hear that sound. The rumble of thunder in the desert dryness." Oh, Lexi, you are mistaken, Bellany thought desperately, there is nothing in this desert that resembles any kind of dryness. "You hear it long before you see it." Yes, Lexi, you most certainly will. "Then you feel it, a hot shiver running up your spine." She pegged that quite right. How, how, how did this girl become such a magnificent storyteller? Bellany gripped the sheets until the knuckles hidden beneath her fur turned white and her jaw was near snapping from the pressure.

"Finally, you've given up hope." Lexi growled, finding that voice more appropriate. "And we pounce," Bellany knew a moan when she heard it, "we pounce, and we slam your head into the dirt!" She groaned quietly, rolling Bellany onto her back, and rolling on top of Bellany. Lexi felt a hot shiver of despair run up her spine when she felt Bellany quaking under her thighs. Lexi the, ah, whatever, meet Lexi the Ladykiller. "Then, Bellany dearest, we get in close, so you can smell us. So we can smell you, your fear, your resignation, your tired, bedraggled skin sweating pure pheromone terror." She purred lasciviously, sliding closer and closer to Bellany the longer the pause lasted. "And the biggest, strongest one of us," Her arms slid from just in front of her own stomach, to Bellany's neck. She did not make a sound, but her mouth opened a bit and Lexi heard quiet, labored breathing. "We kill you, Bellany," She finally snarled. "We grab you by your skinny little neck, and we lean those last few inches," she continued, illustrating very well. "And we grip your panting little throat in our teeth, and we close our mouths slowly."

Oh! Oh! Bellany wanted to scream. A fetish she had just found, and one that Lexi did not know about, and was manipulating so expertly. This was madness, she was on the verge of something. She had never had any kind of urge like this; well, the urge, certainly, but she had never had the kind of feeling that kind of urge brought. She made a distinctly rabbitlike sound, and gripped Lexi's back desperately. "Bellany," Lexi murmured softly. "We taste you. We taste the salty sweat, the sour, hot tang of desert sand." She paused and moaned quietly for effect. "We taste the fear, Bellany. Oh... and we feel the way that despair lights up our predatory urges." She gripped Bellany's neck until her breath rasped quietly.

"Oh, Bellany," she whispered. "We press our bodies to yours, and we close our jaws on your throat harder." Bellany gripped her back until Lexi squeaked and giggled quietly. "Yes, Bellany, you might try to fight it. But let me tell you a secret." She dropped her voice low. "We ab-so-lutely love that." Bellany closed her eyes and arched her back. And pressed her stomach against Lexi's. The warmth of her body almost made her feel like she was some half-feral, unevolved desert hare, sprinting through the wilderness while a tribe of monstrously large cats chased after her. Making a game out of it, taking a sick, oh-so sick and wonderful pleasure from it. "And finally, Bellany. When we get tired of your squirming, and your little scrape wounds down our stomachs and backs and sides?" She closed her hands tighter around her neck. This was dirty. This was dangerous and dirty and Bellany could not make a sound. Her ears were burning blood red, and she was fading a bit. She only cared a little that she might actually get choked out by her girlfriend/best friend, during their first session of nasty, darkly urged lusts. "You know what we do, don't you?" She questioned coldly. Bellany did nothing. Consciousness was overrated. Sexuality is what living was all about.

Lexi wondered just what gave her this ‘ability'. She could almost tell how long it would take little Bellany to be in la-la land from lack of oxygen. "Bellany," she asked once more. "I know what we do. Do you?" Lexi let go of her throat all at once, and she gasped deeply, taking all the air she could. Her facial capillaries were no longer on the verge of bursting, but she was burning redder than she was before. Lexi waited until Bellany had enough air, before delivering the last line. "We sit up." She grinned, watching Bellany's eyes grow more fearful than when her hands closed around her throat. "And we look at you. And we whisper into your ear, your big, soft, floppy, downy ear." She illustrated this point by stroking her ear, and then running her claw daintily around the rim. She quaked and squeaked more when Lexi did this. "And then we whisper. We tell you something very important. We say, ‘this is for the best. We're stronger, and you're more numerous. This is how things are meant to be.'" She whispered sadly. "And then we slide our mouth away from your ear." She moved her mouth away from her ear, biting it gently and tugging it over her eyes. "And we make sure you're relaxed, not expecting it. And we close back around your neck. And we tear... your... little... throat... out!" Lexi growled violently.

"Oh!" Bellany squeaked, arms falling to her side as Lexi bit her neck hard, and gripped her claws hard into her shoulders. Bellany quaked hard, she wondered if she was supposed to feel this good. Then, in a moment, she did not think. She pulled Lexi against her, arms flying up to hold her close, and her back arched like a very difficult parabola. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! She wanted to scream. She wanted to let Lexi know she had done a very good job of whatever it was she was doing. It took a long, long moment, but Bellany finally came down from whatever high she was on. "Oh..." Bellany whispered, slowly falling back onto the bed.

Lexi's charisma disappeared instantly. "I â€" I â€" I â€" I-" she faltered as many times as possible in a second. "Um. Are you alright?" Lexi asked naively, knowing well that she was far better than alright. "Do you need anything? Water, cool shower? Um?" Laundry? She thought dirtily.

"I â€" oh â€"" she murmured, not sure what to say. "I â€" I think I'm going to get some water and take a shower." Bellany said, blushing hotly, almost more from embarrassment than from her previous sensation. Her eyes watered a bit when she stood, and she had to wait for the serious head rush to dissipate. She walked out on faltering legs and, Lexi noticed, seemed to grind her thighs together a bit harder than necessary on her way out. Lexi squirmed her own thighs, and inhaled sharply. Oh, but if that little girl could not do wonders to her. She slipped her right hand into her pants and mewled quietly at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. She stopped conscientiously, blushing warm red, and thanking whatever gods she did not believe in that her parents were doing illicit things in a hotel room on the beach, and that Alisa and Thanatos were doing illicit things in his room, roughly thirty miles away.

Lexi stumbled blindly to the kitchen and poured and drank roughly ten glasses of water. Oh, she was thirsty, oh she was aroused. Oh she wanted to storm into that bathroom, get on her knees, and show Bellany the less verbal side of sexuality. Then, of course, she would have to slam her into the shower wall and â€" uh, hello, fantasy? Please stop. No way a girl can spend a weekend alone with the object of such fantasy, thinking about that kind of thing, and not get into serious trouble. Lexi walked back into her room, and noticed, in the middle of the corona of Bellany's sweat, a bit of her sheets had been gripped hard enough to crumple them beyond flattening, a dental imprint in saliva of Bellany's teeth, and, right where little Bellany's thighs met, she saw a rather large wrinkle in her sheet, which Bellany must have really worked hard to bunch up that much.

Oh, Bellany thought. I wish I knew how to make Lexi feel that good. Better, even. Naivety, thy name is Bellany. She squeaked quietly when her hand drifted down to her crotch, feeling the unfamiliar texture of her arousal-soaked fur. She parted herself and brought her slick fingers to her muzzle. It was nothing noteworthy, except in the fact that it was musky and smelled very much like Bellany's normal smell. She wiped it on her stomach and grabbed one of the three bottles of shampoo and lathered up. This one smelled different than last time, but she did not dislike the smell. Oh, Bellany thought, trying to clean the clear, slick fluid from between her thighs. There was a hard shock, quite akin to what she felt with Lexi, if not as mind-killing.

Lexi slightly fixed her bed, and then fell face first onto said bed. She found her nose buried right where Bellany had been laying. She smelled where her neck had been, and felt her throat tighten up. She wanted to cry, now. She smelled the confused lust that must have been oozing out of every pore in her body, but she had not noticed it. She was too caught up in the game. She felt her gut lurch, when her thigh ran over the spot Bellany's crotch was. There was actually a temperature difference. Now she wanted to cry because she was happy. Happy that she had made Bellany happy.

Lexi rolled over, and she felt her eyes glossing over. She turned away from the door, and let Lexi the Contrite make her second appearance. Silent, confused tears slid down her cheek and muzzle, trailing shiny dark lines down her face. She heard the water running in the bathroom, and heard Bellany washing herself. She wondered how she could ever do what she had done to Bellany. She worried for her throat. She worried that she had hurt her, or bitten too hard, or scratched too hard, or did â€" did something too hard, or eagerly, or improperly. The silent crying broke into quiet sobs. And somehow, Lexi convinced herself that she had raped Bellany. Lexi the Over-reactor, how are you today?

Bellany shut the water off, roughly forty minutes after she had started. She stepped out of the shower on shaky, freshly conditioned legs. There was a somewhat guilty smirk on her lips, and her left hand was slightly tired. She dried off sensuously, feeling very much like a different girl than the one who had stepped into Lexi's home this morning. Short fur dry, and long hair still quite a bit damp, Bellany stepped out of the bathroom. She walked quietly into Lexi's bedroom, dressed in only her towel, for lack of desire to put on her now cold, damp panties. She wondered how to broach the subject. My panties are wet, no. Can I borrow a pair of â€" absolutely not. You're not doing laundry today, are you? No. Forget it, girls can go commando too.

"Hey," Bellany said with quiet confidence.

"Mmm?" Lexi intoned, not looking at Bellany, to avoid showing off her tears.

"That was a good â€" story." She cooed, trying to get to the point.

"Thanks." Lexi muttered.

"How do I â€" how do I make you feel that good?" Bellany questioned nervously, genuinely interested in making Lexi happy.

"I â€" Bellany â€" I â€" I don't think I should have done that." Lexi whispered quietly. "I just got â€" ah â€" caught up in the moment."

"Why should you have not done it?" There was an edge of confusion in her voice.

"Be â€" because â€"" Lexi began, shocked that she was being questioned on this. "It's not something for friends to do." Oh! How do explain to the girl you don't want to be just friends with that you are just friends, and thus cannot kiss, or bite, or choke, or demean her like she wants to be? "I overstepped some pretty serious boundaries, Bellany." Lexi choked, "I â€" I shouldn't have done that â€" I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

Bellany did not immediately reply. She had to play this carefully. "I don't think I will, Lexi." She said quietly, leaving no room for argument.

"What!" Lexi squeaked. "Why not?" It was obvious that she was afraid. Her eyes were wide, and Bellany could see this because Lexi had rolled over and looked at Bellany to see any sign of jest. "I â€" I can't be any more contrite, Bellany." She murmured, keeping her voice in check.

"Maybe," Bellany began quietly, softly. "Maybe I don't really want you to be sorry? Maybe I got caught up, and you got caught up, and we both did something that we probably should not have, but even I'm not sorry."

"I can't not be sorry. Bellany, the whole thing was my fault. I wish I could not be sorry, but I â€" I don't think I can right now."

"Fine, Lexi." Bellany whispered, suddenly very let down, and very cold. "That's fine. But I'm not sorry, and I don't see why you should have any reason to be."

"Well, Bellany, I don't see that you do have anything to be sorry about." Lexi started in a normal voice. "But, I choked you, and I scratched you hard, and I bit you hard. I could really have hurt you, and I didn't think about that until afterward." She progressively got more pleading, until Bellany thought she was on the verge of tears.

"Lexi, I liked it. You don't have to be sorry if we both enjoyed it." Bellany thought this whole thing was completely backward. She was rationalizing their not-really-sex-sex, when she barely even knew what was what down there. In fact, she was really hoping that Lexi would be more eager to try that again with her, because Bellany was unsure, herself, that what they had done was okay, and not gross and wrong. She wanted Lexi to say that it was okay to do it again. That it was okay to do it again, right now. She wanted to open up and have Lexi pin her to the wall and bite her and scratch her and say mean things to her.

Lexi went silent and still for a while. Her eyes went glassy and far away. Bellany saw her eyes shimmer, and felt her throat go tight. She moved toward her and grabbed her around the chest. She hugged Lexi and apologized for something. Her towel had miraculously stayed secure until this point, which was a relief for both of them. Lexi gasped quietly, and let a few tears fall, for some reason that she was unsure of. This was what she had wanted since she had met Bellany. She wanted to make her squeak and moan and drench her underwear at a moment's notice. This scenario was not what she had wanted. She expected, sometime a few months down the road, to maybe accidentally slip a hand into her pants, and feel around. Kiss Bellany as soon as she voices protest, do things by the book. She did not want to take Bellany on a masochistic journey through her psyche, which was probably confused as all hell from being abused constantly. How did she distinguish good pain from bad pain?

Lexi kept her tears in check, and continued to worry herself about Bellany. How could she have gone from utter shock to porn queen in moments. Bellany had kissed her, and Lexi told herself that she was way out of line, so she decided to jump on her and call her terrible things and hurt her. What was worse, calling her terrible things and hurting her made Bellany cum rivers, apparently.

Lexi was not aware that she had fallen asleep until she woke up. She felt Bellany's damp hair on her chest, and felt a rough texture on her leg. She saw Bellany's towel spread across her leg, and Bellany spread across her upper body. She gasped quietly, seeing that Bellany was not wearing underwear. She immediately closed her eyes and pretended that they were not here. Pretended that they were in a church â€" no, church bad. Lexi would probably be more likely to do something like this in a church â€" a department store. Yeah, she pretended that they were in a department store, and this was just an embarrassing accident.

She lifted Bellany's head, and escaped, trying to hide from the obvious feeling of overwhelmed attraction to Bellany. She wandered into the kitchen and sat at the table, and, in some cruel joke, found herself staring at her reflection in the window. Lexi had never found herself so introspective before. All she could do was think. All she could do was think about Bellany. The timid little girl who cried into her chest just a week ago, was now trying to coax her into a relationship. She wanted desperately to wake her up with a kiss most certainly not on the lips, but she knew that she would die a little inside every time she got too close.

Lexi got up and went back to her room. She saw Bellany still peaceful, and decided to shower. She quietly dug through her drawer for a pair of panties and a bra, and stalked off quietly, holding her change of underwear. She stepped into the bathroom, and her stomach clenched and her throat went tight. Bellany was definitely not simply cleaning herself earlier. She stood frozen, trying to decide if she even could shower, knowing and smelling what Bellany had been doing earlier. She felt dirtier and dirtier by the second, and decided that she had to shower.

She stripped down and stepped gingerly into the shower. She felt a bit odd, knowing that she was standing in the same spot where Bellany was not too long ago masturbating. She ignored the heady rush she was feeling with every inhalation, and began to wash herself roughly. She was berating herself with uncomfortable cleaning. At the point where she had to wash her thighs and between her legs, she extended her claws, to make sure she did not enjoy the feeling. It really did not help very much. She kept her respiration normal, while she cleaned herself. That managed, she dreaded conditioning herself, but went ahead with it anyway.

Bellany woke up alone. Which she found odd. She also woke up naked, which, for some reason, she found less odd. She was unsure why she had woken up, until she heard a plaintive mewl from the next room and blushed bashfully. It happened again louder, and soon she heard running water cease, and more quiet mewls. Bellany realized that those sounds must be quite a bit louder at their origin, and smiled for some reason that she felt she should be more aware of. Lexi walked in several minutes later, a good bit damp and blushing in her ears like a dying fire.

"Oh, hey." Lexi said cheerfully, "you're up."

"Yeah, I â€" ah â€" heard a funny noise, must have been."

Lexi burned bright at that and looked away a bit. "Oh? And what would that have been?"

Feeling a bit mischievous, Bellany imitated the sound as best a non-feline could. She shot a look that screamed something like ‘I want to make that noise for you', and cleared her throat daintily.

"Oh â€" I â€" I heard that too." Lexi said, obviously embarrassed.

"I would imagine you did, since you made the sound." Lexi, at that moment wondered what it was about prey animals, and recently brown fourteen year old bunnies, that got her so warm. Currently it was the predatory gaze that she thought only her sister could do properly, with the tip of her tongue held tight between her teeth in a smile wide enough to consume souls.

"I â€" yeah. That's mostly the reason I heard it." Lexi murmured.

Bellany, mischief not gone yet, boldly pressed on. "I'd like to see what made you make that sound." She said, a blush that did not reach her ears playing invisibly across her cheeks.

"I don't think we could reproduce the situation effectively." Lexi rebutted. She was not lying, she found it hard to believe that she would be able to pin Bellany to the bed, face down, and flog her for an hour while she fingered her little slit until she was just about to finish, before sitting on her cute little face and calling her terrible names while she watched her twitch and whimper, frustrated.

"We could try," Bellany said seriously. Not knowing what the situation would be, and not really needing to, since she assumed that Lexi's mind was much too occupied with Bellany's penchant for pain and degradation.

"Ah, let's not and say we did." Lexi pleaded, feeling herself getting aroused again at the thought of actually doing to Bellany what she had fantasized, instead of just, well, fantasizing about it.

"Oh, okay, then could we at least make some dinner? I realized that sleeping through the whole day still leaves you hungry." Lexi agreed with relief, and more securely fastened her towel around her chest. They went into the kitchen, and ate raw fruit and yogurt, for lack of motivation to cook.

"Hey." Bellany started.

"Yeah?"

"I â€" " Bellany started, blushing. "I â€" ah â€" I forget. Nevermind." She said bashfully.

"Ah, alright." Lexi said, finishing off a bowl of fruit. She announced she was full, Bellany agreed, and they set the dishes in the sink. Lexi was thoroughly dry now, so she announced that she needed to brush herself. Bellany squeaked and remembered audibly that she forgot to brush herself.

Lexi dreaded what she knew was going to come next. " Well, if you've got an extra brush," Bellany said thoughtfully. "We could do each other. It might make everything go more quickly." As Bellany finished saying this, she wondered desperately how this girl could be so sexual with her speaking, and still be so innocent and naive.

"Yeah. I'll go grab Alisa's and we can get put in order." Lexi said nervously. She slipped off to her sister's room, and grabbed the natural bristle brush from her dresser, trying to keep her eyes off of any of her various sketchpads and other projects. She never had noticed it before, but Alisa's room smelled a lot like sex. Her sister smelled very strong when she was aroused, and it certainly showed. Especially with the paper, which seemed to trap scents very well. Oh, how it got to Lexi.

She walked back into her room five degrees hotter than when she left the kitchen. She found Bellany shuffling around nervously on the bed with Lexi's brush in her hands. Lexi, just hours ago, would have had a dirty thought about what Bellany was doing with that brush; not that she did not have that thought now, she just cut it as soon as possible. "Hey. Um, I haven't really thought of the logistics of this." Lexi said, half dead.

Bellany obviously had not either, as she did not answer immediately. "I â€" we could just do it the obvious way. Facing each other and getting our fronts, then one turning to do the others back, then the other doing the other's back? Or do that, but instead of turning to do each other's back, the one whose back is being done, does the other's legs."

"Ah â€"" Lexi said, knowing full well that at some point she would be staring face-to-not-face with Bellany's genitals. "I â€" The second one sounds a lot faster." She said.

"Yeah." Bellany agreed, and with that, brushing commenced. Bellany stood up, and Lexi got closer to the bed. Lexi stood timid, trying not to stare at Bellany's chest, until the spell was broken with a brush sliding across her shoulder daintily. Lexi blushed invisibly, and got to work on Bellany. Lexi mimicked every move she made, if a bit more slowly and exploratively. It came very quickly to her attention that she would have to brush her breasts. The brush slid down the curve of her collarbone gently and she slid the brush across her front. She inhaled sharply and quietly, keeping her respiration as even as she could, while still being focused on Bellany's grooming. She slid the brush more roughly over Bellany's cute pale nipples, and smiled in her eyes as she watched her adjust her stance and let out a big breath. Lexi suddenly wished she had not done that, as she felt Bellany really bear down on her in the same manner.

Lexi ended up a good bit less efficient, and found herself done with only Bellany's shoulders, face and upper torso, by the time Bellany had finished her entire torso. She bent down conscientiously, and hurried along on Bellany's stomach, letting her get to work on her back. She slid her brush down Bellany's abdomen until she came to the curve of her hips. Oh, how Lexi wanted to tackle Bellany onto the bed and not-brush those firm little thighs. Her respiration increased as she stared her in the crotch.

Lexi, with shaking hands, trailed the bristles down her hips and outside her thighs. She leaned closer, which Lexi realized Bellany must have noticed. She was completely numb to the brush running down her own back and sides, and focused blindly on the feeling-by-proxy of the soft, very short fur on her wonderful Bellany's thighs. She reached her knees and moved to her inner thighs. There was a moment of pause, when Lexi thought about the situation. She promptly stopped thinking about it. She ran the brush from Bellany's slit, opening her lewdly with the friction, and slid the brush tensely down, down, down. She moved up again, still on the same leg. She must have brushed the same leg at least twenty times, but Bellany did not mind, and Lexi was too entranced to worry.

Lexi switched legs, and watched Bellany's wonderful little slit open up. She desperately wanted to kiss Bellany on the not-mouth, and see where things progressed from there. She refrained for the sake of her sanity, and continued brushing and fawning over Bellany's body. She managed to get the rest of both her legs without much trouble, and only vaguely realized that she would have to reach around Bellany to brush her cute butt and tail.

She reached around Bellany, and, somewhat awkwardly hugging her around the thighs, began to run the brush through the also soft, also short fur on her bottom. Oh, how she wanted to just move her face forward the, what, inch, two at best, that separated her from being between Bellany's legs and getting her off as hard, or harder than earlier today. She managed not to, and brushed her bum until she could no longer stand to be as close as she was to Bellany. She fluffed her tail daintily, and stood, finally finished.

Bellany bent over, which Lexi found too sexual as it was. But, she got on all fours, well, threes since she needed to manipulate the brush. The first place Bellany started was with Lexi's inner thighs. She had not noticed it before, but there was quite a lot of blood focused mainly in the area where Bellany was brushing. She felt the bristles come a hair's breadth away from her slit and jerked her knee hard. She managed not to hit poor Bellany, but found her leg lifted into the air and held by a now kneeling Bellany.

She wanted Bellany to lean in and kiss her on the not-mouth, so she could hide a bit of her contrition for feeling this way about Bellany with her ‘reluctance' to go along with her. She moved close, and Lexi was sure she could smell her arousal as clear as she could breathe the air in this room. Oh, she wanted Bellany right now. Oh she wanted Bellany to want her. Oh, oh, oh! She went blank halfway through Bellany's grooming of her thighs, and did not really fade back in.

Bellany, finished with Lexi's legs, moved to her lower back and tail. Oh, Bellany was practically leaning against her crotch. Oh, Bellany's collarbone was practically grinding her slit with a dazzling delicacy. The brush slid up the entire cylinder of Lexi's tail. There was a bit of wonder in Bellany's eyes as she brushed Lexi and moved a bit against her abdomen. Oh, Lexi thought, heaven was right here in Bellany's gentle embrace. Bellany stood up, somehow making the posture correction into a dark, lusty act.

"You're a pervert." Bellany whispered sexily, "but you were on your best behavior, it seems, so I forgive you."

"I â€" I â€" I â€" I'm just overwhelmed by staring a cute little bunny girl in the crotch." Lexi said with contrition masked poorly as humor. Oh, how she wished Bellany would reply that Lexi simply must stop using that excuse and kiss her.

"Yeah." She shot back warmly, but with humor. "I was kind of thinking the same thing." The glint in her eyes winked out, and Bellany fell into a bit of a more normal demeanor.

"I'm going to put this brush back in my sister's room. I'll be right back."

"Don't get lost." Bellany cooed absolutely lasciviously. They both knew that meant Don't run and hide and masturbate where I can't see you. And not, Don't get lost.

"I'll keep the trail in mind." As if it would be hard to follow, I could smell myself from a thousand paces.

She entered Alisa's room and spent probably too long inside. She left slowly, and wandered back in her room to find Bellany curled up under the covers, resting on her side on one arm, and holding the blankets open to her, fortunately (Lexi only had to berate the smallest sliver of her mind for thinking that unfortunate), fully clad in a pair of her favorite, and most tantalizing panties.

The first thing Lexi wondered, was where those came from, since she saw Bellany's resting in a soggy-fronted heap in the bathroom. Then she wondered how loud she would shriek if she tongue kissed her. Finally, she wondered what it would take to get this wonderful rabbit out of her head. Probably a bullet or two. Lexi flashed Bellany a suddenly winning smile, and walked to her dresser. She picked up the pair of underwear she had chosen as her change of clothes, not bothering with a bra, as it seemed having a bare chest was par for the course.

Lexi slipped under the covers, and felt Bellany almost instantly cuddle right into her shoulder. Oh, how Lexi wanted to tell Bellany that she was dying inside with every second their breasts touched and she felt Bellany's heartbeat in her chest. She wanted to kiss her for real and be done with it. She wanted to stop being so sorry about feeling this way for Bellany, when it was perfectly clear that their feelings were mutual, if not to the same extent that Lexi wanted never to let this infuriatingly flirtatious, terrifyingly worrisome bunny girl feel pain again. She, more than anything, wanted to know who hurt her, why they hurt her, and why Bellany put up with it.

Lexi, in a moment of overwhelmed happiness, decided to show Bellany her affection. She wanted a nice wet, hard, endless kiss, even though she knew that would not happen. She wanted to gently nibble her way down Bellany's neck until she was panting and squeaking quietly in her ecstasy, but Lexi found that a bit less likely than the kiss. She decided to go with the playful, and much less inappropriate gesture of a kind lick on the muzzle. She leaned over Bellany's head, and slipped her tongue gently across her cheek.

Bellany giggled quietly, and smiled a satisfied and languorous smile. Lexi blushed invisibly, which became, after a few moments looking at Bellany, a very visible, very cute blush. "Pervert," Bellany giggled, and reciprocated the gesture, if a bit more sensually. Lexi, at the point where Bellany's warm, moist tongue slid up her cheek, wished that she had not done that to her. Lexi gave up without a fight, and grabbed Bellany around her shoulders, pulling her closer to her chest, and stifling her resigned purring.

Neither of them realized they had fallen asleep until morning came. Lexi disengaged herself from Bellany, and stretched, having no recollection of yesterday. She brought her arms down and they ran across her chest. Oh, right. She wondered for a long moment why her chest was bare, until she remembered last night, and almost more damning, yesterday afternoon. She immediately thought of how terrible everything she had done was. In fact, that was really the only thing Lexi thought for a good while.

That was the only thing she thought, that is, until Bellany woke, mostly from the frustration of her living blanket disappearing. She sat up groggily and, seeing Lexi, grabbed her from behind and pulled her back to the bed. The only reaction Lexi had the composure to have was a small gasp when she felt gravity taking her on an unfortunate ride down. Bellany was on her quickly for someone who planned on going to sleep immediately.

"It's too early to wake up." Bellany said, gripping Lexi by the waist and resting against her shoulder. "Let's go back to sleep for a while."

"...Okay," was really the only argument a girl could make with Bellany speaking so cutely and cuddling so closely. Besides, how exactly do you go about telling a girl you want to kiss forever that you are, in fact trying to do the very opposite of going to sleep, mostly because the girl you want to kiss forever has been particularly forward since her greeting on the doorstep. Bellany acknowledged her with a coo, and made herself comfortable in the crook of Lexi's neck. Lexi rested her head on Bellany's and tried to relax enough to go back to sleep. The only thing that came from clearing her mind was a distinct awareness of Bellany's heartbeat.

Lexi woke with a start. She was surprised that she had lost herself so deep in her reveries that she had dozed off. Oh, how she wished that Bellany did not have a side effect of drowsiness. Then again, she was happy that she had missed out on the nausea, dizziness and befuddlement a pair of familiar boys seemed to have had around each other until a fiery and well-received consummation.

She had not slept this late since she was a moody twelve year old. Lexi was now unhappy. It was noon, and she had not done anything but give in to Bellany's command. She stretched and considered waking Bellany, but decided better of it when she saw her sprawled, face down at the edge of the bed and appearing to be forcing vigor into her body with each moment of sleep. Lexi got up and dressed herself. She had to admit, she liked the feeling of not having anything covering her upper body, but figured that there was probably somebody who would be walking around at this hour.

She left the bedroom, and walked to the living room. Lexi reclined on the couch and turned on the television. For the next good while, she was out of it. She stayed out of it until Bellany walked in, wearing significantly less clothing than Lexi. They smiled at each other, and Bellany cuddled up to Lexi.

"Hey." Bellany whispered.

"Hey." Lexi replied, enamored in their deep conversation. She stayed enamored for a while, until she realized that they were not actually talking. Bellany finally took the unspoken hint that her almost nudity was not appropriate at this hour. She reappeared moments later, wearing her clothes from yesterday, and a pair of Lexi's most favorite socks.

"I borrowed some things. Is that okay?" Bellany asked, raising her foot to show off the lavender and purple stripes of her socks, and vaguely drawing attention to her chest.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'm going to want those socks back, sometime, though." Lexi said, keeping her attention on Bellany's chest for much longer than she did her own socks.

"Oh, yeah, of course." Bellany said, suddenly blushing. "I'll be sure to get these things back to you." She murmured nervously and cuddled up with Lexi on the couch. "These feel really weird..." She whispered, wrapping both of her arms around Lexi and curled into her side.

"Not used to thigh highs? Oh you poor, uneducated bunny." Lexi joked. That ended their conversation, which, again, Lexi stayed enamored in until well after she should have realized they were not speaking.

They watched television for several long hours. Lexi was really not sure what was going on, and it seemed to her that everything on while they were watching was a collection of internet memes and random genocidal rulers. Lexi finally wrapped her arms around her Bellany long after they had sat down together, and rested her head against the bunny girl, who rested her own against Lexi. There was a lot about Bellany that she did not know, which worried her. She wanted to know who hurt her, and why they hurt her. She wanted to know everything about this girl, so she could tell herself that she was simply in the middle of a childish infatuation, and not really falling for Bellany for real.

"Hey," Lexi started, testing the waters, and interrupting Bellany from ‘watching' afternoon reality shows.

She stirred quietly, picking her head up off of Lexi's. "Yeah?" She asked, hoping for something, though she could not figure out what.

"I â€" I don't know how to broach the subject, so, please don't think me rude."

"Yes?" Bellany asked with her eyes more than her mouth.

"I â€" Bellany. You worry me so very much."

"Why?" She asked, suddenly less eager to have this conversation.

"Who hurts you so badly?" She pleaded, grabbing the sides of Bellany's head and staring at her big, gray eyes. "I want to know why you let whoever it is do it. I want to know why you don't call the cops or something. Bellany, why do you put up with it? You're so sweet and wonderful that nobody should ever have reason to make you feel anything but pure ecstasy."

Bellany pretended she did not hear the last part of that speech. Lexi silently thanked her for it, she knew, mostly looking from her suddenly blushing ears and suddenly averted gaze. She was too focused on missing the part that displayed her feelings, and only realized what she was asked. Her sweet-eyed gaze instantly fell away. She would have turned her head if it was able to be moved, but, oh how she wanted not to let Lexi see her cry again!

"I just ask, dear, because every time I think about you, I get nervous, and I can't help but wonder if you're not hurt, or worse."

Bellany bravely kept her tears at bay, but could not find her voice to answer. Her gazed drifted back to Lexi, and she melted, or rather, fell into liquid instantly. She leaned closer and buried her head in Lexi's neck. She kept her crying silent, unlike the last times they had been like this. Her arms wrapped tighter around Lexi, leaving her no choice but to turn and hold Bellany close. Bellany's hands gripped weakly against Lexi's back, and her chest shuddered weakly against Lexi's.

This, if anything, made Lexi realize that she was not simply infatuated with this sweet little girl. Her silent sobbing made Lexi's throat clench and her chest tighten. Her fingers grasped firmly into Bellany's back, and she pressed her back against the couch. She stared into those closed eyes, her forehead resting against Bellany's. She whispered soothing things to Bellany, and tried to calm her down. There was nothing she wanted more than to give Bellany a real reason to stop crying, rather than just tell her that while they were together everything would be fine.

As much as she thought she would be pouring gasoline on a fire, she whispered quietly into Bellany's ear. "By crying, you're removing all doubt that you're being abused, and that it eats you up inside." She said sadly.

All Bellany did was sob harder, gripping Lexi's shirt harder and pulling her close, so that both their foreheads were pressed uncomfortably together. Lexi wondered if Bellany would get herself together enough to answer.

"I'd â€" I'd rather not incriminate myself." Bellany whimpered.

"Well," Lexi whispered seriously, "you sure as fuck had better."

Bellany did not reply immediately. Soon, immediately became a short while, and a short while became a long while, still she did not speak up. "I -" Bellany began, paused, and thought for a moment. "I don't want to talk about it." She squeaked.

"Bellany," Lexi whispered sadly. "That's no way to handle this." The resignation in her voice was obvious, "but if that's how you want this conversation to end, then that's fine." Lexi really hoped that her statement would get Bellany to spill it, but she kept herself silent. Bellany slowed her tears, and after she had calmed down, things went back to how they had been. There was a tightness in the air, that made obvious the tension both of them felt when discussing, or avoiding discussing, the subject. Lexi was resting on top of Bellany, and their arms were wrapped casually, but still inappropriately for friends, around each other's shoulders.

It was not that Bellany did not want to tell Lexi, she just could not tell her, she was sure, without collapsing into a crying heap, and making Lexi do something uncharacteristically drastic. There was silence. Really, silence was all there was. The television was nothing that held their interest, and, as much as Lexi wanted to go outside and do something, there was no force in the universe that could get her away from Bellany.

Realizing this, Lexi let her head drop. The end of her muzzle connected with the crook of Bellany's neck, and there it stayed. It was totally a kiss, Bellany thought. Her respiration only increased a little bit when she thought this, much to her pride. The thought was mutual. Lexi was happy that she had her lips pressed to Bellany's shoulder and that, for the first time since she had met this sweet, beautiful little girl, she was not feeling guilty. Their arms, still wrapped around each other, still gripping each other softly, still wishing to be somewhere else on the other's body.

Together they stayed for hours. It was getting dark by the time either of them thought to move from their blissful positions. Lexi realized that she could not just spend the rest of the day with her face Buried in Bellany's neck, no matter how much she wanted to.

"Hey," Bellany whispered, clearly not wanting to break the moment.

"Yeah?" Lexi mewed from Bellany's neck, trying to lift her head as little as possible to maintain the contact, the same nervousness showing in her voice.

"I think I'm going to have to leave soon."

"Oh?" The sad edge in her voice was hidden as well as possible. "That's, that's â€" oh." She faltered, and had to regroup. "When?"

"I probably need to go before dark. School tomorrow, and whatnot." Bellany murmured, the sad edge in her voice hidden a little less effectively.

The ensuing silence is really what brought weight to the moment. Why was there such sadness between them? They would see each other in a week, two at the most. There was no need for either of them to be so sad. She dug dejectedly in her pocket, and pulled out her cellphone from her pocket. "Here," she said.

Bellany took the phone and dialed her home. The conversation was decidedly less grim than the one in the park was. She closed Lexi's phone forty seconds later, and handed it back to her. There was something Bellany wanted to say. That was obvious. There was something Lexi wanted to say. That was more obvious than the leopardess and the bunny cuddling on the couch. They started to speak in unison, and both stopped. They were too embarrassed to continue. "Nothing," they both said, looking opposite directions.

Bellany, quickly becoming the more levelheaded of the two, was ecstatic at what Lexi almost said. Lexi, on the other hand, felt a hot blush in her ears. How could I be so stupid? She berated herself. Bellany surely had something innocuous and innocent to say, there was no reason for her to tell Lexi that she just happened to have fallen for her, the way Lexi herself was about to. She stopped her train of self-defeatism and pressed her face back into Bellany's neck.

It took a lot of effort to let her stand up when the knock on her front door beckoned Bellany home. She wished that she had a day or two longer with Bellany, so she could let things progress naturally. To progress naturally, that is, to the point where she was comfortable with telling Bellany how she felt. Lexi felt the distinct lack of soft warm bunny underneath her. She watched with distinct interest as Bellany walked around the house, looking for any articles she may have missed.

"Hey," Bellany asked, peeking out from Lexi's bedroom.

"Yes," Lexi said.

"I â€" where are â€" I â€" um â€" nevermind." Bellany stuttered, when she realized how absurd it would sound to ask if she had seen her panties. Hey Lexi, where is that pair of underwear you soiled with some kind of unimaginable pleasure magic? I kind of need to get that home to wash it. It sounded ridiculous in her head, and it would probably sound more so out loud.

"Okay. Well, if you can't find something, just ask." Except for that underwear. That, my love, is mine. She watched her finish her very brief final inspection, and saw her leave her home. The very bright setting sun shining through the door, poetically and beautifully obscuring Bellany's figure as she left. She quickly got up and ran to the door, watching Bellany enter her father's car.

"I love you, so, so, so much, Bellany." Lexi mewled quietly as the very bland car drove slowly away.