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Motion. Rhythmic motion. Slow and consistent, like the rolling ripples of a calm lake; pleasant and relaxing.

Warmth. Gentle warmth. Securing and swaddling, like the coddling of a mother's embrace; soothing and relieving.

Musk. Pervasive musk. Seducing and enticing, like the odor of a meal to a famished soul; entrancing and arousing.

These three things were noticed in this order, compounding onto one another, stirring the fox awake. His body felt heavy, and sluggish. His limbs began tickling with pins and needles. But, the slow rise and fall of his head; the soft, cuddling warmth about his muzzle; and the strong mist of a scent that he had only recently become acquainted with; all began to stir him.

As he opened his eyes, he did not quite understand what met his vision. His ears began to pick up a rapid and restrained breathing as he tried to decipher the visual puzzle. As the shapes made sense, his lids peeled wider, and his pupils constricted with surprise.

There, just centimeters from his eyes, nestled between the dark-brown and milk-chocolate cream of a pair of thighs and tummy, was the intimacy of the fairer sex. A bead of feminine arousal welled up at the bottom of her vulva, and her clitoris protruded just under an inch outward like a small penis.

"A girl could get used to a gaze like that."

Startled, Tello's spine whipped, and he felt gravity take him over.

"Oh no! Are you all right?"

He gazed up at the face of the girl whose nethers he had so innocently examined. The chipmunk smiled down at him and giggled, apparently delighting in startling him. He sat up, his limbs still recovering from numbness. "Wh--where am I?" He questioned.

"Wow," she remarked, extending her hand. "You musta had a helluva romp if you're already having fucknesia."

He accepted her proffered hand, and stood on shaky legs.

Her eyes brazenly fell to his own loins, and her other hand touched him tenderly. He flinched at it.

"Whoa there," she pointed him to the side, where previously his tip was directed right at her. "I know you're eager, but I'm not into watersports. Empty it that way, please."

"S--Sorry, I wasn't gonna--"

She giggled again. "I'm jus' teasin'." She slapped his thigh with her other hand. "But really. I mean, I kinda wanna watch, but not be the urinal."

He blushed. "U-Uh..." He retrieved his girth and turned to the side. "Where can...?" He looked about, making eye-contact with several of the people milling about and sitting at the nearby tables, eating.

"Just on the ground. Can I hold it for you?" She clasped her hands together by her budding chest, eyes as adoringly pleading as she could muster.

He shivered. "Uhm..." He didn't even know her, but she talked to him like they had been friends since forever. Her eyes and his swollen bladder convinced him. "O-Okay," he agreed.

She emitted a joyful giggle, and stood up behind him. Worrying his hands away from his own girth, she held him and raised up on her tip-toes so she could rest her chin on his shoulder and see. She pointed it down at the grass. "Okay, ready when you are!" She declared.

He gritted his teeth, and then gently bit his lower lip. He could almost feel his own pulse in his turgid dick. Her hold was gentle, and her pinkie began to light stroke his length near his base.

"C'mon," she urged sweetly, using her other hand to massage his tummy just about where his bladder was. "You're so tense now. You sure weren't this nervous before your little nap."

He gulped. "I don't even remember... how I got here," he reminded her.

She cooed, and licked the nape of his neck. The way his back went rigid and his penis shivered in her grasp was the cutest thing that happened so far that day. "Well just relax and relieve yourself, and then maybe I'll remind you." She told him, her voice seductive and teasing.

He closed his eyes. He could feel that little muscle at the base of his urethra. He tried breathing deeply, pretending she wasn't there, counting down from a hundred; anything he could to get that little muscle to relax. It wasn't like he didn't want it to, he really had to go. But it was stubborn and against his nature--he was being watched.

She gasped, and he opened his eyes.

He witnessed the stream before it cut. He winced, his hips pushing back. She aimed him downward with his natural motion, and with another heavy breath he finally felt the muscle relax, and stay that way.

"Whoa, you really had to go," she commented, watching as his urine stream splattered onto the grass. His length gently trembled in her grip as the liquid flowed through his urethra. She began moving it gently, pointing it in a few directions.

"D-Don't play with it," he grumbled.

"But I wanna," she insisted. "I don't have a dick so I don't get to do this on my own." She watched as his stream became gradually shorter, until it was just a dribble. "Aww, it's over." She pouted, and shook him a few times.

"Okay okay," he held her hand. "It's dry."

"Want me to jack you off?" She asked, starting to gently rub him with her palm.

"W-W-Wait," he wiggled out of her grasp. "You promised to tell me how I got here... wherever I am."

She giggled, and went back to the bench. Just as he made to sit down, she leaned over to block him. "You stand." She was given a confused look, but he didn't protest. She sat up straighter and then spread her knees. She rested the heel of her palm on the crook of her thigh, locking eyes with him, and began tracing her fingertips over her girlhood.

"I was sitting here, minding my own buh--business," she described, probing a finger into her passage. She paused, and tapped the bench at the space between her thighs. "On your knees, and put your chin here."

His cheeks began to redden. Licking his lips, he got to his knees, and did as she told him to; he set his chin on the wood, gazing up at her eyes. But she wagged her pinkie to catch his attention, and so he lowered his pupils. He held his breath as she spread her labia, giving him a good look at her finger shoved up to the second knuckle.

"Yuh--You, came up and just... plopped right there," she began fingering herself. "If you were going for flattery-points," she gasped as she brushed her finger to her protruding clitoris, "you've got the right ideas."

He looked up to see her face blushed with lust, her budding nipples erect, and her eyes sparkling with pleasure.

"B-But then, you fell asleep," she said. "Right there; just tilted your head a little and conked right out." She let her hand relax, and pulled her finger from her passage. She then wiped it on the side of the bridge of his nose. "I decided to offer my lap. I thought it was gonna be a quick nap, but you were out for over an hour... I didn't have the heart to wake you. Plus..." She giggled. "I hope you don't mind, but your muzzle was a real tease..."

His face burned. He didn't quite know what she meant by that, but he could guess based on how he awoke.

"So, um..." She rested her hand on her tummy, stroking it downward toward her girlhood. "Finish where we left off?" She offered.

He licked his lips, and blinked nervously as his eyes flitted from hers to her flower. Finally, he nodded.

She smiled. "Don't fall asleep on me this time. Otherwise I'll just think I'm boring!"

He shook his head. "I won't. Promise."

Her labia pursed together before his eyes, and she reached with one hand to spread them once more. Her arousal trickled from the puffy pink passage that looked warm and slick to the touch. His eyes were so focused, so attentive; it sent a thrill about her whole body.

She giggled. "It's nice to find a boy that can appreciate a girl with his eyes, every once in a while." She smiled as his pupils flitted up to hers, and he put on an expression of shame and receded just a little. "What's wrong? You like ogling girls' naughty-places."

He felt a quiver of embarrassment. "Y-Yeah..." he confirmed.

"I was stating that, not asking," she chuckled, reaching with a hand to tousle his scalp. "I read your profile, Tello; I completely understand."

He balked back a bit, the use of his name startling; he didn't know hers. "You did?--You do?"

"Of course I do, silly." She began to adjust her posture, pulling her heels up onto the bench so that she could take a more spread-eagle-like position. As she did, a girl bid them hello in passing, and she returned the gesture. "Don't be shy; I'm not gonna bite. Get in close and look as long as you like--just promise you'll thank me by making me feel good when you're done admiring me, deal?"

His nerves began to fire; anxiety made him look away, and even start to stand up. "I--I'm okay, you don--"

"Uh-uh you, get over here!" The chipmunk caught him before he could make any movement, by reaching out and clasping the back and side of his head. As she beckoned him to come, she gently guided his head toward her.

His cheek pressed against her damp vulva.

She exhaled, adjusting her hands to securely and firmly pin his cheek to her sex. "Shh-shh," she hushed, as he started to wriggle and tremble. "It's okay, cutie. I'm gonna count to three and I want you to relax, ready? One... twooo... threee-eee-ee..." She moaned the last number, gently rubbing her genitals against his cheek.

By some kind of hypnotic power from her, for he never imagined he could do so on his own, his anxiety began to subside. His trembling and straining body relaxed. He even took the opportunity to adjust his awkward posture, sliding his arms around her and resting his palms upon her lower back. He began to breathe evenly.

"There we go, sweetie," she cooed, her hand stroking from the back of his head to beneath his chin. "You're adorably bashful," she giggled, "but don't let that get in the way of what you enjoy, okay? Remember, here you can live out some of your wildest fantasies--and trust me, there are plenty of us with some pretty wild fantasies." She patted the back of his skull and sighed, leaning back to get more comfortable. "So... how about it? You in your happy-place now?"

He felt a pang of embarrassment, but he managed to shove it back down from where it came. He closed his eyes, and sighed, feeling the moisture of her girlhood begin to dampen his cheek-fur. "Yeah," he admitted, nuzzling her. "Th--Thank you."

"The pleasure's all mine," she giggled at her own play of words. Then she went back to stroking his head. "But really, I mean it," she spoke with such sincerity. "I promise that if you walk up to ten girls out-of-the-blue, and flat out ask them if you can look at or nuzzle their pretty little roses, eight of them will happily oblige. The ninth will politely decline." She said, with an inflection that implied she was going to explain the next.

He waited for a moment, and finally he questioned: "What about the tenth?"

She let out a knowing chortle, having waited for him to ask. "The tenth one will be so needy and horny she'll tackle you," she gripped his head, "And fuck! You! Silly!" She thrust her pelvis with each declaration, and firmly pressed his face to her motions, teasing herself with the tribadism. Judging by the way he quivered, he found the gesture at least pleasing; dare she believe, he might have even enjoyed it.

But perhaps the thrill was translated into a bit more anxiety, for he motioned to pry away from her warm groin.

She relinquished him. "Aww," she mock-pouted, "and I was just starting to enjoy your schnuzzle-wuzzles." The nape of her neck tingled with delight after he peeled away, for he was dampened enough by her love-making fluids that his fur was matted and mussed, and he had to close his eye. It was like the opposite of a bukkake.

But in his open eye, she could see the lingering vestiges of restraint; of shame and discomfort. The ways of the outside world, still working through him, still inhibiting him from truly relishing in his deepest, most heavily guarded dreams and fantasies. She smiled at him, and reached down to cup his chin. "C'mere," she beckoned. "I want to kiss you."

It took him a moment, and a little more coaxing by the tickling of his chin. But at last--and, to her gratification, of his own volition--he rested his hands upon the wood just before her nethers, and held his lips ready.

She met him, for he had already gone so far, and held him at the shoulders, kneading them. He groaned into the kiss, and she responded with a moan. She hum-chuckled with encouragement as one of his hands began to wander upon her stomach. She leaned back a bit, and so pulled him more forward, to give his exploring fingers better vantage.

He want up her tummy, the fur a bit long but still very soft and plush, like a fine fabric. He braved to wander to her bosom, and flinched when she released one of his shoulders. But before he could make any other movement, she clasped his hand to her right breast, and told him how she felt with an emphatic moan that tickled his teeth and made his forehead tingle from the vibrations.

He cupped her breast, her pubescent body having a bit to hold but not so much that he could really knead. She was just ripe and blossoming, the budding mammary still like a firm stone at its core, impatient to burst free and become a plump pillow, swollen with milk and yearning to be suckled.

As he appreciated her chest, she parted the kiss to begin licking his cheek. "Good little girls clean up their messes," she stated, when he seemed a bit reluctant to the gesture. She was given non-verbal permission to keep going, and so she thoroughly cleaned him of her honey. She paid careful attention to his eyelid, gently tracing her tongue-tip over it to just make sure nothing wouldn't sneak inside as he opened it.

When she was done, he opened his eye. They held their gaze for a moment or two, she changing her expression at least once and he remaining still, as if trying to become invisible. At last, she gave him a soft smile and a friendly blink. "What's on your mind?"

His gaze dipped, and then he glanced aside as he realized he had panned down her body. "Um... what's... your name?" He asked.

She leaned over to recapture his focus. "Stephanie." She replied. "Makes it easier to talk to a girl when you put a name to the pussy, huh?" She patted the seat beside her.

He blushed, and took the place by her side, a few inches of space between them.

She lowered her legs and sidled up to him, leaning against him. She took his hand and guided his fingers toward her folds, clamping him between her thighs. She gripped his girth, rubbing her thumb against the barbs.

"You... know mine cuz you read my profile." He stated.

She nodded. "Some people do it that way, others do it your way. Depends on what you're here for; how you want to interact."

"What're... you here for?" He questioned.

She grinned. "Rhetorical?"

He tilted his head, and then realized what she meant. "S--Sorry, I guess that was a dumb question."

She pouted her lips and squeezed him, both with her hand and with her thighs. "No question is dumb here; especially not on your first day." She tenderly nuzzled against his shoulder. "That's right, I know how fresh and new you are." She kissed his chest.

"I don't even know how long I've been here... It feels like forever."

"Seven hours." She declared. "And sixteen minutes. It's also in your profile, silly."

He nodded.

"I was joking, before." She admitted.

"About what?" He asked, beginning to move his fingers.

Silently, she opened her legs a little, and guided his hand to start petting her slit and mound. "About your question being rhetorical. Sure, we're all here for the sex; that's pretty much the underlying theme, right?"

"I... I guess." He admitted.

"Don't be shy about it--I mean, not too shy." She began gently rubbing up and down his length. "If you were a profile-reader, you'd see right away that I'm a White Rabbit."

Caving in, he looked her up. Her icon popped into a visual channel, and he could see, among her fetishes and other badges, a particular icon that was prominently displayed in the interface. It had a black background, and within it the shape of a white bunny. "White Rabbit?" He questioned.

"Yup."

"Um... what is a White Rabbit?" He probed further.

She gave another expectant chortle. "Someone didn't read the handbook."

"Yeah I did," he retorted, a bit defensively. "I read it like six times."

"You read the Official handbook," she clarified. "I'm talking about a different handbook; one written by us White Rabbits."

She leaned over him, and pressed her lips to his tip, kissing him.

"I live here," she said, kissing him again. "I've lived here for a long time, now." She rubbed her thumb over the preputial ring around the middle of his girth. "You have to live here at least one year before you can join the Order of the White Rabbits."

She repositioned herself to hover her face perpendicular to his tip, and kissed him once more, this time adding a coo as he twitched for her. She delighted that he was beginning to let his desires show through. She rested one hand on his tummy, and gently cradled his sac in the other.

"I'm here," she said, though with her posture she appeared to be speaking to his penis; "because, as a White Rabbit, my purpose is to find people here who haven't yet fully embraced what it means to be here. It's my job, Tello, to take you down the rabbit-hole."

With that, she swallowed him to the hilt.

He emitted a groan of surprise at the raw pleasure that pulsed from his girth. He felt the heat of lust rise to his chest and cheeks. Tears welled in his eyes as she began to pull up, but along the way she stopped every few centimeters to gently suckle him and ever-so-softly squeeze his testes.

Finally, she popped free with a gasp--partly for show, and partly genuine--and licked his tip. "How'd you like that, cutie?" She questioned.

He felt a wave of embarrassment, and looked up at the people nearby. Some casually walked and talked; others casually rutted and romped.

"Hey! Eyes back here." She managed to get his attention. "I'm not gonna keep going until you tell me how you liked it."

Finally, feeling a bubbling in his throat, he managed to mutter, "Y--Yeah."

She shook her head and tsk'd. "I didn't ask if," she replied. "I asked how."

He bit his lip, fighting the urge to look away. "I--I dunno wh-what you mean," he admitted.

"Tell me what I did that you liked--and what you didn't like." She explained. "I know it's hard; you're new, and it can be intimidating. But I need to know." She propped herself up to look more into his eyes. "I want to help you experience all the things your little-boy heart desires," she said genuinely. "Everyone does. No matter how embarrassed or ashamed your fantasies make you feel. But you have to help us--open up to us. So tell me, and I'll do it--how do you like it?"

His heart thundered. "I..." he closed his eyes, tensing his whole body. "I--I-I liked wh-when you... s-suckled on it." He managed. After a moment, after the embarrassment and nervousness coursed through him and subsided, he relaxed. He opened his eyes, daring to look at her; a tear fell down his cheek.

"There, there," she cooed, "that was so brave. Such a brave little boy." She nuzzled her nose to his tip. "I like," she began, "the stim barbs. The real ones are too rough and painful to give blowjobs for in my opinion--but I do know a few girls that are always looking for guys just for that reason. So..." She smiled, looking up at him. "Since you've been such a brave little boy, you get a little reward: I'm going to be nice and tell you what I'm going to do with you.

"First, I'm going to get you all the way in again," she said, prodding his length with her finger to make it lean. "I'm a girl that likes it way in the back. Then, I'll bob up and down a little, give it a bit of suction. After that--" She looked up a for a second. "Well, I guess I won't tell you everything," she admitted, licking her lips.

His eyes went cross as she then sucked him down her throat once more. He felt trembles of pleasure as she hummed and groaned with satisfaction. He tensed, and then relaxed, his brain deciding to let her work him.

She lifted up, and went all the way to just under his barbs. As she began to take him back in, she applied a bit of suction, delighting in the way he grunted and shifted as his discomfort and shyness melted into pleasure and yearning. Her lips butted against his ring, and she pretended as though she had difficulty getting it through; she suckled a few times, feigning unsuccessful attempts. Finally, when he was practically quivering, she gave another suck and moved her lips over it, audibly popping it into her mouth.

"Oh, Stephanie," he reflexively moaned, lifting his pelvis toward her as he was accepted into her warm mouth once more. He felt so silly for calling her name; but then she nodded, and emitted an mm-hmm that vibrated down his length. "I-I-It feels really good." He said, his hips easing back down.

She bobbed her head, sliding up and down his shaft, now and again applying suction and especially every few times she pulled her lips over the ring.

It was always such a thrill to bring those like him from a mental place where they felt shame and dissonance into the mindset of The Haven. It always happened in the same manner. Whether boy or girl; child, teen, or adult; it made no difference and it was such a common story it was almost a cliché among her brothers and sisters in The Order.

They always burst free with a powerful orgasm. As they jokingly put it in The Order: it was them cumming out of their shells.

She always thought back to her initiation in these moments, during the calm before the white, musky storm. She had studied the techniques of The Order for months, and at last she was given the test. Her subject had chosen to be a four-year-old little girl. It was a bit of a concerning case, for her subject had been at The Haven for two days and didn't show any signs or desires to leave the sanctity of their room. But she was patient, and knew that they just needed the right circumstances. The role-play was so tender and fun, it inspired her to be Big-Synthed down to that age for a while.

The weeks of patience made the outcome that much more intense. Like a passive form of orgasm-denial. She had never felt such gratification and relief from an orgasm before or since; though she mused one day she would try to top it.

She was brought back to the present when she felt the tell-tale tremble in the little boy's cock she so happily nursed. It wasn't his orgasm, but rather his muscles instinctively priming for it. He was ready.

Ready to be broken-in and succumb to his own pleasures and fantasies; and in-turn participate in others succumbing to theirs. Ready to expose his mind and body not only freely, but proudly and with confidence. Ready to convert what he wanted to be deep within to what he truly was.

She applied suction as she abruptly went from his base, all the way to his tip, and popped off.

He gasped, and whimpered as she appeared to retreat.

"Aww, poor baby," she cooed. "He's so close, and he thinks I'm gonna leave." She slid off the bench and crawled on hands and knees a few feet away. "C'mere little guy," she beckoned, kneeling and patting her lap.

He stood, his legs shaky. He carefully stepped to her, pins-and-needles and pleasure making balance an ordeal. As he neared, she held him at the waist.

"Stand on your tippy-toes and lean over so your cute little thing points at me," she instructed. She propped him as he used her shoulders for balance, lifting his heels into the air and leaning forward a bit. "Now it's time for your big surprise," she teased. "But, I'm not gonna let you cum without a price."

She could feel his body tense against her palms with apprehension.

"The price... is your old self. The Tello you were before you came here shall be no more," she said, almost in a ceremonial tone. "As you relieve your semen down my throat, your old self is relieved with it. After it's over, you'll be Tello: the little fox boy who loves to ogle, nuzzle, and bury himself between little girls' legs. You can still be shy and bashful, but you can't be genuinely ashamed and embarrassed. Am I understood?"

He closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth. "I... I understand." He whimpered.

She giggled. "You're such a brave little boy." She complimented, and took his tip into her mouth. Her right hand cupped his hanging testicles, and her fore- and middle-fingers rested against the muscle just behind them.

She hummed a countdown, before she slid down to just the right spot, and began suckling with abandon. The barbs pressed against her palate so wonderfully, and tickled her grazing tongue so pleasantly. She sucked with greater intensity as she felt him trembling more and more, until those tremors concentrated down his length.

She felt that muscle at her fingertips quiver, and tenderly massaged it.

The noises he made were so adorable. And the way his whole body shook and strained made her heart swell with pride. She aided his efforts as she suckled him through his throes, his seed gushing forth with a bit of a force into her. She loved the milk-chocolately taste, though she did prefer unflavored, pure semen best.

She supported him as he worked through his passion, and continued to eek out the last few trickles for a moment after he had finished. She slipped free of his boyhood, and coaxed him to tumble forward with her.

They rolled over as he gently rested on her, and she pressed her body to his. They cuddled for a few moments, she waiting patiently while he recovered. It did not take him long before his breathing returned to normal.

"Such a potent little boy," she growled into his ear, reaching down to squeeze his buttocks as she firmly pressed her mound to his warm, and damp, rod. "He really likes to fill a girl's belly--the real dilemma is: which one? The belly-belly, or the baby-belly?" She shimmied her hips. "Maybe both--but not me. I'm sorry," she apologized sympathetically, "I just don't really do boys with my cunny that often."

After another few moments, his eyes came to focus. He blinked, realizing he was gazing into hers.

He did not feel the urge to shamefully look away. In fact, he felt the urge to kiss her--and he did. He wrestled with her tongue, tasting chocolate--one of the situational reasons he had opted to flavor himself.

"How bout it?" She asked, after the kiss parted. "Are you the new Tello, like you promised?"

He blinked, his eyes casting left with thought. "I... I guess so." He released his hold on her as she pried free, and rolled onto his back as she got to her feet. His eyes went to her mound as she stood, and then even more attentively watched as she squatted down. A few droplets of her arousal dribbled out and clung to her downy groinfur.

She held out her hand over his. "C'mon then. Let's put you to the test."

Still a bit tingly, he accepted her offer and, with a great deal of support from her, managed to get to his feet. It was only then that he saw the others; the people who had been watching.

There were a couple boys jacking off. A little girl was underneath an outdoor dining table, treating an adult bear to a blowjob similar to what the fox boy had been treated to. A hermaphrodite giggled, cupping their shrinking penis and holding their fingers into their cleft; a small spattering of semen was about the ground at their feet.

"Voyeurs," Stephanie stated. "Congratulations; you just took part in satisfying their needs. I'm sure you'll get a few pings of appreciation from them."

Just as she said that, he heard the chimes in his head. He ponged each one right away.

"Let's go on a walk." The chipmunk beckoned, grabbing him by the cock.

"Sure," he replied, a shiver running up his spine. It was not of nervousness or shame, but rather delight. He cupped the hand that held his boyhood, as if to keep it from deciding to depart. "Where to?"

"Just out-and-about," she replied. "You need to wait your turn."

"My turn?" He questioned, as they passed some more of the shops.

"Mm-hmm. I took the liberty of putting you in a special queue; don't worry it's not a forever-long wait."

"How do you know I'll like what you're doing?" He questioned.

"If you'd rather I didn't, I'll take you out," she replied. "But..." She stopped, giving him a sly grin. "When I said I read your profile earlier, I didn't mean the same profile everyone has access to." She got close to him, pressing the dorsal side of his boyhood to her tummy. "I have special privileges as a White Rabbit. I have access to your psychological profile, your history... And even the time you spent with Nishanti."

He blinked, with a bit of trepidation.

She giggled. "It's like that one ancient still-image anthology stated long ago: With great power comes great responsibility." She relented, and they continued to casually stroll. "After using my great power to study you while you napped in my lap, I now have the responsibility of helping you experience things you didn't even know you wanted to experience." She squeezed his girth. "You trust me?"

He felt a thrill. "Yeah. I trust you."

"Good." They walked along, biding time. "I recommend you read the handbook we wrote. The official one is a facade. The White Rabbit Edition can only be accessed from within your room. And don't bother trying to get it out of there. It's enquarypted, bound by the alignment matrix of your room.

"There's a few places I recommend you visit, too. Actually, I'm glad you went to Slututu, that would have been my first recommendation for you. You'll also find things your eyes will like at The Loungerie. And, when you're ready for a bit of fun with your fun, another place with your tastes is The Kiddie Pool." She paused. "Word of warning though: they purposefully made the alignment matrix for The Kiddie Pool and The Watersports Park to be one trans-superposition different, so be very careful and triple-check the alignment, or you'll find yourself doused with piss as soon as you walk through the gate--whether you want it, or not."

He chuckled. "That's kinda mean."

She shrugged. "You only make that mistake once if you're not into that. This place never said anything about exactly catering to you; it's give-and-take. Heck, just take the people that want to be raped as an example. We promise them that they'll have the chance to fulfill that fantasy here, but that still means the visitors have to oblige, and not everyone is morally willing to take that plunge. But, take it from me, they want it to happen deep down, and they don't get it enough. So, if you see a cute girl that's got the flag, don't hesitate to have your way with her. I promise she'll enjoy it more than you could ever imagine."

"How does that even work?" He questioned. "I mean... I know they consented to it... so doesn't that make it not rape?"

She grinned. "That's the beauty of it: they did consent, but they don't know that, consciously. Through a combination of controlled delusions, steganographic memory-locking, and psyfiltering; when you rape them, their consciousness says stop, but their subconsciousness says..." She took in a deep breath, and wrapped her arm around his shoulder to pull him close and moan in his ear.

He shivered, reflexively holding her sides at the gesture. When she let him go, he relaxed. "Is that... something that's explained only in The White Rabbit Edition?" He observed.

"Exactamundo," she nodded.

"I'll... keep that in mind," he promised.

"It's all about what you're comfortable with." She stated. "Us White Rabbits will always encourage you to step outside your comfort-zone."

"Are you about to make me step out of mine?" He questioned. "Is it my turn yet?"

"An opening just popped up." The chipmunk replied. "But... let's give her a while to recover and get all squirmy with frustration again," she suggested, vaguely. Before he could say anything further, she slapped his gut with the back of her hand. "Follow me!"

He chased after as she took off in a sprint.

They dashed across the plaza. The ceiling overhead had opened up a bit, the algae allowing sunlight to come through as normal; or perhaps they were modifying the light to give the place the appearance of late morning.

They ran past some familiar lewd buildings, and she guided him between two that opened up into a lush, spring field. Dozens of boys and girls occupied several places: they had picnics whereupon they partook in both food and genitals. They held sports and competitions where clothing was optional, and getting to third base meant getting to third base. There was a playground where more than one type of play was enjoyed. There were bubble blowers, kite fliers, jetpackers, gliders, joggers, yogis, and sunbathers.

She made her way toward a part of the field where there were water activities.

He huffed as he followed, watching as she bounded over sprinklers, in such a way as to splash between her legs. There was another girl who was openly squatting over another sprinkler, telling everyone with her squeals just how she felt about it.

The chipmunk frolicked through the sprinklers for a while before heading over toward the slip'n'slides, where she stopped and turned about. She ushered the fox-boy to halt, which he did with heavy breathing.

"You're... really fast..." He panted.

"You're also less than a day from your Big-Synth. The synthecytes will sort you out by tomorrow, and you'll be ripe as rain." She kissed him. "Now step aside, I wanna slip'n'slide."

He heeded her request, standing beside her. His heart was still pounding and he still felt a bit nauseated. He watched attentively as she stood far enough away to get a running start. He admired her body as she raised her arms and daintily stepped forward, launching herself into a blur.

She squealed as she splashed water about on either side; though she was most certainly not slipping and sliding through just water. When she reached the end of the mat, she stood up right away and headed more toward halfway. She seated herself across the blue strip, setting her heels out at either side, spreading wide. "C'mon!" She told him. "Your turn!"

He got into position. Thankfully, he had gone a bit soft; had he still been fully erect, the friction would have been way too uncomfortable. He dashed forward, testicles wantonly flopping about between his thighs. He landed on the mat and began the splashing glide toward her--and his muzzle gently collided into her crotch.

She squealed with glee and toppled back into a fit of giggles. "That was more surprising than I thought it was gonna be," she admitted.

"Mmf-hmmf," he muffled, eliciting a moan from the girl his muzzle was pressed against.

Her thighs reflexively clasped about his skull. She breathed evenly, and relented her grasp about his head. She cooed, her body tingling. "Brave little boy," she said in a fanciful tone, resting her hand upon his head, "will you help this poor little girl's rose to bloom?"

He spoke into her flower.

She squealed with delight, but lifted his head. "What was that?" She asked.

"Of course, fair maiden," he replied, and coaxed her thighs apart with his hands. "If I tickle the bud, the rose should bloom." He leaned in, and set to work upon her swollen clitoris. Her fur was soaked, and the water was chilly. He intended to warm her up to coax the flower to open; nothing could be done about how drenched she was.

She covered her mouth as he assaulted her sensitive bud. But she could do little to help the way she vocalized her ecstasy. The shy ones always had an innate, hidden talent. If you could get them to please; boy would they please! In no time she was squirming, all wriggly and tingly. Just the way she liked to be.

"Excoos me," a timid voice interrupted.

Tello paused, and Stephanie opened her eyes. A young skunk, barely over the age of a toddler, stood with his finger in his mouth.

"Um...um... c--can I pway?" He asked.

"C'mon, darlin'," the chipmunk beckoned, guiding the cub to squat over her chin. At her loins, Tello began to get back to work, treating her flower petals to a tongue-bath. "Come out little guy," she teased, kissing the skunk's crotch. From his sheath, his modest cubhood peeked out, pink and pert. She took it into her mouth, and started to suckle him akin to how she did the boy at her snatch.

Speaking of, Tello went back to toying with her button. She began to moan and whimper in earnest, half out of genuine pleasure and half to help excite and pleasure the little peter between her lips.

The child giggled as he was suckled, imitating her sounds in an adorable manner.

Then, Tello went in for the kill. He latched upon her sensitive bud, and began his own suckling.

Stephanie lasted three more heartbeats before she finally held onto the skunk for dear life. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she feverishly hummed about the petite prick in her kisser.

The boy giggled with glee as he started to buck, his runny semen dribbling from his tip as the tingles tickled through his thighs.

As the two came down from their highs, the girl collapsed back and the boy stood, shaking and wiggling with delight.

He seemed to have no sense of exhaustion after his climax, turning about and looking at the fox boy between the girl's legs.

"Wassa dooin'?" The skunk asked.

"I'm looking at her rose." Tello replied, his fingers pulling the petals apart.

"I'ss all red 'n puffy." The boy observed.

"Mmhmm. She bloomed."

"Whassat?" He asked, pointing to her clitoris.

"Her bud. That's how she bloomed. I kissed it and it made her feel good."

"Ohhh..." The boy leaned down, and gave the nub a little kiss.

Stephanie emitted a weary eep, her body twitching before it went limp again.

The boy giggled. "She's silly. Thankies for pwayin' wif me."

Before Tello could even say anything the kid was already running off back to the playground. Bemused, he went back to looking at the rose between Stephanie's thighs. The nectar trickled forth, and he tasted quite a bit of it when he licked his lips. After a moment, shesat up, taking a deep breath.

"Holy cow." She shivered. "I guess I was more pent up than I thought."

"You're welcome." He said, a grin on his face.

"Look at you, all smug now." She splashed him with some of the water. "One pep-talk and a little Blowey and you're all Casanova."

He chuckled. "So... is um... she ready, yet?"

"Little longer," the chipmunk replied, holding her hands out.

Tello helped her to her feet, pulling her in for a hug.

She did him one better, and ground her mound against the base of his now erect shaft. "Let's get a drink. I'm parched after letting loose all that juice."

The chipmunk girl led the fox boy toward an out-post in the area. It had a gazebo-style porch, with several picnic and round tables. There were several boys, girls, and others, old and young, sitting at the tables. Some played cards, others ate. Attire was, as it was in every area, very different depending on what the person felt like wearing--or not wearing.

The two arrivals made their way to the counter, where a ferret offered to move to the end bar-stool so they could sit together.

"Hey sis," the bartender greeted as they arrived at their seats. "Who ya got there?"

"This is Tello," the chipmunk said, motioning to the fox boy. "Tello, this is my brother, J.J."

"Hi," Tello muttered, looking at the boy a bit aslant.

The male chipmunk smiled, extending his hand. The boy timidly shook, obviously a bit on-edge. He decided to break the ice--with a cannonball. "So... judging by the way you smell, Tello, I'd say ya done made my sissy happy, eh?"

The fox boy blushed. "I-uhm," he choked on his own spittle coughing.

J.J. chuckled. "So, what'll it be? I know what you want, sis, but Tello what're you for?"

"Um..."

"He'll have a Li'l Virgin." She interrupted, nudging him with her elbow. "And make her extra tight."

"One Bloom Moon and one Li'l Virgin, extra tight, comin' right up."

Tello watched as the brother went to grab some ingredients. The bottles and flasks he picked out were more akin to what one might find in an ancient apothecary.

For his looks, the chipmunk was as old as, or older than, his sister. He was definitely no older than sixteen. Though he did wear a brown leather vest with brass studs near the trim, that was all he wore. His sheath and prominent testicles were displayed for all to see--at least, all that were at the counter. And yet, it wasn't a bothersome thing, just a thing that the fox boy noted given that he was still getting used to the open and casual nature of The Haven.

"Here you are," said the bartender, setting down the glass mug and chalice. "Bit'o advice, kiddo: take 'er slow'n'gen'l. 'Member, she's little, she's a virgin, and she's extra tight." He winked.

"To the new Tello," Stephanie said, raising her chalice.

The fox boy lifted his pint, colored blood-red, and held it as she tapped the glass.

"Here, here," the raccoon beside him cheered gruffly, also tapping his glass.

Tello brought the drink to his lips, and sipped--slow'n'gen'l. The liquid bathed over his tongue with a spark of black cherry and clove. He let the taste linger on his tongue, and then went in again; this time, taking a much bigger gulp. He felt the thick taste overwhelm his whole throat, and breathed heavily.

"Gentle," Stephanie teased.

He set the glass down, hitting his chest. He looked to her, and saw her daintily sip her cloudy-white, effervescent drink. "So..." He started. "Um... How long have you been here?" He asked.

"I've been here... Twelve, now?" Stephanie thought. "Yeah... my profile says twelve." She giggled. "Honestly, it's hard to really get a good sense of time. Between all the age-jumps and Big-Synth sessions, you kinda lose track of everything." She shrugged. "J.J.'s only been here a few years."

"Only cuz you dragged me into this ya li'l cunt." He chuckled.

She winked. "At least now we don't have to keep our incest a secret, right?" She lifted her glass.

"Here, here," the raccoon cheered, reaching out to clank with her.

Tello managed another few sips as they talked, and also cheered her, sipping another; by now, he had gone down a third of the pint.

The raccoon beside him chuckled. "Hoo boy. Yer gonna feel it any minute now."

"Feel what?"

"Don't ruin it, Kyle!" The chipmunk girl hissed. "Anyway. Keep askin' questions, Tello."

He felt a little bit nervous at the comments, which only made him take another sip. "Okay... Um... How long have you been... a White Rabbit?"

"Only six months, believe it or not." She replied.

"Oh... I guess I believe it?" He said.

She giggled. "If only you knew."

"She's been studyin' that mumbo-jumbo since before she roped me into this place," J.J. Elaborated. "Getting into that cult takes a lot of time, chanting, and Kool-Aid."

"You sure know a lot of four-letter C-words big brother." The sister teased, sipping her chalice. "I know a few, too, ya cock... sucker."

He shook his head. "That's technically... aww nevermind."

"Ha!" She swigged her drink. "I_win_," she declared, slamming her fist on the counter, rattling her chalice.

"Here, here," the raccoon cheered again, clanking glasses.

Tello did the same, and took another gulp; half gone.

The raccoon grinned toothily. "First, the heart starts beatin' fast. Then, you start breathin' shalla'."

The fox boy's heart was beating fast, and he was starting to have difficulty breathing.

"Oh stop it, you're just gonna scare him." She rested her hand on the boy's shoulder. "Don't worry. I wouldn't do something you wouldn't like."

"It's true, if you ask me," the raccoon said, gulping his drink. "Ain't never heard of a White Rabbit steerin' nobody wrong."

Just then, Tello felt something strange happen to him. It started off as a tingle all about, but slowly went toward his groin, swirling about and concentrating there. Intrigued, he took another gulp.

"So what brings you here, Tello?" J.J. Asked. "The girls? The boys? The young'ns? The bloomers? The sitters and diddlers?"

"Um... I'm sorry?"

"It's still his first day, bro," the sister admonished. "He doesn't know the lingo, yet." She folded her arms on the counter. "Take a few more sips, and I'll give you a few buzz-words," she said to the fox boy. "Bloomers are kids like me--kids who are Big-Synth'd to go through or be at a certain point in puberty. Sitters and Diddlers are the adults. A sitter is an adult that lets the kid be more in control; their fantasy is to have genuine fun and enjoyment with kids. A diddler is here for sex, plain and simple; they often keep kids on leashes and publicly humiliate them--the kids are into that, of course. That kind of pair is usually assigned or more formally established. Sitters often strike up friendships and partners just like you and I struck up."

Though he heard and understood what she said, all the while something happened to him. The tingling turned into a tightening feeling. He reached down, holding his girth, the sensations both frightening and wonderful.

"Ooo! I think it hit," the raccoon jeered.

"Wh--what's going on?" The fox boy questioned.

"You're feelin' the little virgin, kiddo." J.J. Chuckled. "She tight like I promised?"

Stephanie wormed her hand to grip him, murmuring with sympathy. "Li'l Virgin is a drink that makes you feel just like how it sounds. For boys, it gives them the feeling that they're deep inside a little virgin; it feels like there's a pressure all around, and as you drink more it gets more intense."

When she let go, he felt her words hold true, and took another gulp--he was already in the rabbit-hole. "What does it do to girls?"

"Makes them feel like little virgins, too. Same kinda thing, only instead of a pressure around, its a stretching feeling from within--all up and down, even in the womb."

Biting his lip, the fox boy stared at the last quarter-and-some left. He threw back his head, and plunged deep into the virgin, finishing the drink off.

"Oh yer eith'a brave 'er stupid." The raccoon cackled. "Maybe both!"

"Don't start an addiction, now," the bartender warned, taking the glass away.

"What does--awww fuck!" The fox boy tried to ask, before the pressure about his girth pulsed into a higher level of intensity; it didn't relent. He gasped, collecting himself. "What does a... a Bloom Moon do?"

Stephanie giggled, finishing her drink off. "It makes me feel like my breasts are growing and expressing milk," she replied. "And if I actually was Big-Synth'd for it, it would trigger that for real. But I like the feeling of having my chest yearn for that, and not be able to--it's exhilarating."

Tello rapidly panted, turning about and leaning back against the counter, letting his heels hit the ground as he tried to spread his thighs to ease the clamping pressure. He groaned, the summation almost unbearable.

"I think he's more exhilarated than you," the ferret snarked.

"It's okay, sweetie," Stephanie cooed, rubbing his tummy. "It gets intense but it doesn't last long."

He was breathing like he was giving birth. He could practically see himself burrowing into a girl. It was nothing like he had felt before; not even Nishanti. He felt a pang of sadness at that thought. But it was soon overwhelmed as the feeling ratcheted up one final bound.

"Let's lie down on the ground," the chipmunk girl suggested, easing the fox boy to the ground with the help of the raccoon.

"I think that's the last quarter," the raccoon observed. "Now he's just gotta hold out 'till she cums 'round the corner," he cackled at his pun.

Tello began reflexively bucking. He could feel the spasming and quivering of the little virgin's walls--and yet there was a distinct numbness. His brain felt the squeezes and constrictive pressure, but not the warmth or the slick wetness, or the graze of fur.

He didn't know how much time passed, but eventually the colors and sparkles in his vision faded, and his penis felt the pressure waning. It was so relieving, he accidentally urinated.

"Whoops, I got it!" Someone at a nearby table called, running up with their mug.

Finally able to breathe normally and sit up, the fox boy did so. He watched dizzily as a little boy hummed to himself, walking out of the bar with a frothy mug of yellow liquid.

"You all right there, baby?" Stephanie asked, rubbing his back.

"Yeah... I think so..." He replied, groggily.

"Good," she slapped his back, stirring him awake. "It's time."

"Time? For what?" He questioned, rising to his feet at her insistence.

"Time to meet her," the chipmunk said urgently, tugging him toward the gate at the entrance of the bar. She quickly assembled the alignment matrix, and the vortex materialized. She held him by both hands, and walked in backwards. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! She's probably so depsrate she'll weep when she sees you!"

The fox boy stumbled as he passed into the quantum wormhole. After the feeling of being just a possibility for an instant in time passed, he found himself in a dark stone room.

There were hardly any features. The walls were in darkness, save for a lantern-lit corner on the opposite side of the room from where he stood. The only dominant source of light was from the ceiling, where a glass circle lined with algae gave the appearance of a skylight.

The light caste down onto a cross-beam, upon which was strapped a girl. The little black badger was about five years old, bare as the day she was born--and re-born. Her arms and legs were fastened to the metal X, her body spread lewd and vulnerable. Within her muzzle was a little pink muzzle-gag that had a playful tongue sticking out of it as a silly decoration. She was breathing heavily, and began squirming and writhing within her bonds as her dilated pupils fell upon the visitors.

Tello felt uneasy. "Um... Stephanie... I dunno if I'm into bondage..."

"Don't worry, Tello; I know." She reassured him. "There's nothing about bondage here, really; she's just restrained for her heightened pleasure. It just so happens bondage gear is... well, pretty good at that." She chuckled.

"Who is she?" Tello asked, "Why did we wait to come see her?"

"Her name is Chastity," the chipmunk explained. "It's a total misnomer, and she loves that. This is a themed kind of role-play called The Restraining Order." The chipmunk went to the girl, stroking her face tenderly. "Chastity underwent a special Big-Synth. Even though she's only five, and doesn't look at all like she's old enough, she's actually in heat. Aren't you sweetie?"

The girl began to breathe and groan.

"Oh honey, I know, don't worry. Sh-sh-sh-shh." The chipmunk tickled the girl's chin. "Actually, to be more specific, she's undergoing multiple heat cycles." She brought her hand out toward the girl's inert chest, and snapped her fingers.

Across the girl's belly, about where her uterus would be, a timer appeared, rapidly counting upward.

"See that?" The chipmunk asked rhetorically, tracing her finger over the hologram, making the little girl's tummy tense and twitch.

"Forty-three minutes," the fox read aloud. "And counting."

"Every minute or so," Stephanie continued to explain, "Chastity here, and the cute girls who take part in this role-play, go through another heat cycle on top of the ones they have already happening. As each one happens, it compounds their feelings, and what you wind up with is the most sex-famished nymphomaniac you'll ever have the pleasure of blowing your load into." She leaned over and gently rubbed the little girl's pubic bone. "Three... two... one..." She counted with the ticking clock.

The girl whimpered rapidly through the count-down, anticipating with both dread and glee the next cycle that would overcome her body.

Tello watched in a bitter sense of fascination as the girl trembled with agony. A splash hit the ground as a copious amount of her nectar expressed from her tense and rigid flower. There came a gurgling sound as the discharge was absorbed; to where, there was little reason to speculate, but it was likely not going to waste.

"That was her forty-fourth cycle, give or take." The chipmunk announced. "I hear after five it becomes so unbearable they're literally driven insane with lust. But don't worry--it's reversible, and exactly what they want. And you can help." She smiled. "Do you want to help poor little Chastity?"

"Of... of course," the fox boy replied. "What can I do?"

"It's simple. The only way to relieve her of this torture," the chipmunk explained, pressing on the girl's abdomen between the navel and her mound, "is to make her womb a swollen, sticky mess. You might have to do it a dozen times or so to really douse her fire, since you left the poor thing to suffer for so long."

"You mean I have to..." The fox boy trailed.

Stephanie chuckled. "I told you, this was going to be a test." She walked toward the fox, resting her hand to his heart. "If the old Tello is still in there, then Chastity will just have to suffer and beg, pleading helplessly as the only thing that can satiate her stands right in front of her feeling ashamed and petrified." She lowered her hand, gripping his girth. "Or, you can be the new Tello, who understands that this is all part of her fantasy, and that you get to ride along for fun." She kissed his cheek, releasing him.

She went to the gate, and constructed another alignment. "I'll leave you two alone. I hope that Li'l Virgin helped prepare you--she's going to be much more intense." The portal opened, and she made her way through. "Bye cuties, have a nice time."

And just like that, the fox boy was left alone with the little kitten.

"Mmmm-mmmmm! Mmnggggh!" Chastity squealed, her voice muffled by the muzzle-gag. From her petals, another gush of her estrual flood escaped, only to be replaced by the excruciating burn and desperation for her little cunny to be ravaged until she was raw.