A Bunny Beyond The Boundary: A Gate Fanfic Commission
A fanfic of the anime Gate, a rabbit steps through the barrier between worlds into our own...
A commission from gryph(https://gryph.sofurry.com/) based on the anime Gate. If you're interested in your own commission, send me a PM; otherwise, I hope you enjoy the story.
Everything seemed normal in the forest for the moment. A deer dashed and leapt around trees while the wind rustled their branches and birds chirped their noisy songs. It was just another average day, with nothing unusual happening. Not exactly exciting, but what would one expect to happen in the middle of nowhere?
Well, one almost certainly wouldn’t expect a portal to another dimension suddenly opening in the middle of a clearing, but that’s exactly what happened. The strolling deer from earlier yelped and almost fell on its face as it slid and tried to halt its momentum from carrying it into the bright blue door of light that opened in front of it. The sound of chirping birds was quickly replaced by the fluttering of wings as the portal grew in both size and brightness. The animals clearly didn’t want to be around for whatever came out.
The first thing to emerge from that portal was a hand. It seemed humanoid in shape, though the soft brown fur that covered it suggested the owner wasn’t exactly a normal human as the hand slowly withdrew. A head emerged a moment later, the rabbit ears emerging from the top of its head proved the owner to not exactly a normal human. Soft, golden blonde hair flowed down her back, going almost all the way down to the little brown rabbit tail that resided just above her rear. Her green eyes glanced around the surrounding forest, the heavy white shirt and brown pants keeping her perfectly comfortable in the temperate climate.
“So…” The bunny-woman assessed her surroundings, her voice soft and calm as she slowly away from the portal. Her hand slowly slid up the bark of a nearby tree, the small collection of bottles hanging off her belt clinking together lightly as she approached it. “This is what’s on the other side. Doesn’t seem all that different from home.”
A sound like a thunderclap bought her attention back toward the portal. The swirling blue door of light was sparking in an erratic manner, bolts of bright blue energy shooting off in random directions. She’d barely managed to take two steps back toward it before a bright burst of light from the portal forced her to shield her eyes as the portal suddenly winked out of existence, leaving her seemingly alone in the forest. An observer could read a brief look of alarm and concern on her face as her hand touched at the empty air where the portal was a moment ago.
“OW!” A look of pain adorned her face next, followed quickly by one of annoyance as he grasped at her neck where a short, sharp pain was emanating from. At the same time she drew the large knife hanging from her belt, brandishing it in a defensive manner as she prepared to fight off any attackers. After a few moments where no attacker revealed themselves, she started to relax. “Guess even this world has its pests to deal with…”
She smiled as felt the offending insect on her neck and grabbed it, quickly pulling it out. Her head tilted slightly as she looked at the insect, which had the strangest biology of a creature she’d ever seen. It had no discernable eyes or mouth, and seemed to be composed entirely of some sort of metal. There was a sharp needle at one end, with fletching like an arrow at the other end; There also seemed to be some sort of fluid coming out the needle.
“What issss… thisss…” Her words started to slur as an intense drowsiness washed over her, worse than her worst nights at the pub. Her legs wobbled like jelly underneath her, sending her crashing to the ground as the tranquilizer pumped through her blood stream. Her vision was rapidly growing dark as she reached into one of the pouches hanging from her belt, gripping it as tight as she could. “B-Becaonis…”
She barely even registered when she’d fallen to the ground before everything went black.
John sipped from his coffee mug as he observed his prisoner from the comfort of his control room, which also served as his lab and his home office. She lay upon the cot in the holding room, still under the effect of the tranquilizer he’d shot her with. He’d left her clothes, although he did take the collection of pouches, potions, and the large knife she’d had on her as well. Though he was curious exactly what was contained within the strange elixirs, there be time for that after he examined his prisoner more closely.
He’d staked his life, his career on his theory on the idea of alternate dimensions, and here was living proof! Still, as tempted as he was to immediately call up his colleagues and rub their faces in it, the same colleagues who laughed every time he bought his proposals up for research grants, he was a scientist first. He would remain professional, collect the necessary data, and treat this like any other experiment. THEN he would rub their faces in it.
“Oh, she’s waking up!” The greasy black-haired man eagerly rubbed his hands together gleefully as he noticed the rabbit woman starting to stir. Her movements were slow and sluggish at first, probably still shaking off the effects of the tranquilizer. John started the recorder, trying to temper the excitement in his voice as he began his official recording. “The subject is beginning to awaken from her slumber.”
The rabbit discovered the handcuffs that bound her arms behind her back, looking and sounding confused as she tried and failed to pull her arms apart behind her. After a few more attempts, she pulled her legs in tight against her torso. After rocking back and forth a bit on the cot, she managed to slide her handcuffed hands under her legs so they were in front of her body. John noted that she seemed to demonstrate simple problem-solving skills.
“What binds me so?” John also made a note that she could speak, and English at that. She showed signs of at least average human level intelligence, plus her clothing and the supplies she carried with supported that theory. Her eyes scanned the gray stone walls of her cell before looking up at the camera, giving him a good look at her bright blue eyes as she stared curiously at it. Did she understand what she was looking at?
“Hello?” The bunny called out toward the camera, unsure if she was going to get a response. “My name is Lupana. May I ask when I’m here?”
John kept the microphone on his end off, leaving her questions unanswered for now. Not getting a response, Lupana moved over to the metal gate that enclosed her cell and tugged at the door, finding it holding solidly when she tugged at it. She called out again, asking if anybody was there. Although there was some nervousness in her voice, she seemed to be keeping her cool for the most part.
“Subject, self-identified as Lupana, is showing signs of mild distress.” John reached for the remote control nearby, his finger slowly pushing down the power button. “Exposing subject to media of her home land.”
Lupana jumped back as the small TV just outside her cell suddenly turned on
“What is this?!” Her initial reaction was caution; perhaps she was fearful it was some sort of magic? John had enough trouble as it was just talking about creatures from alternate dimensions, and he wasn’t prepared to try and introduce the concepts of magic to them as well. That WOULD make a good follow up study, though…
Lupana remained on edge for a few moments, her arms up in a defensive position as if she were trying to ward off an attack of some sort. She looked so scared and, if John was being honest, kind of delicate and vulnerable. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit interested in the subject from a carnal standpoint; he was human, after all. Still, business before any kind of pleasure.
Lupana slowly came out of her cowering pose after a few moments, looking around with a look of confusion as whatever threat she was expecting didn’t come. Eventually her eyes fell upon the TV outside her cell and the images that played out on the screen. John doubted she understood the concept of television or how it worked. She did sound as fascinated with the TV itself as she was by what it was displaying.
“Is this some kind of magic mirror?” Lupana shook her head after a moment. “No; it looks like a painted portrait. Pictures that move? Such a strange concept…”
When he had first heard of the anime Gate, John had merely thought of it as nothing more than entertainment. He had always been intrigued by the ideas of other worlds and strange beings existing in other worlds; that’s part of what drove him to become a scientist in the first place. Proposing such an idea in professional circles was often met with skepticism at best, and downright mockery at worst. It was frustrating to no end when he was told to stop hunting for UFO’s and aliens when he was trying to talk about inter-dimensional and not outer space travel.
At least John learned from this mockery to make his requests opaque. While no one wanted to fund a device to detect portals to other worlds, he was able to get some support when he proposed an, “erratic energy field detector”. By appealing to the wallets of the wealthy donors claiming his proposed device would locate potentially mineable pockets of valuable gems and minerals by searching for the unique energy signatures they broadcast, he finally started to get some funding. Any of his fellow researchers who looked at his proposed claims would realize it was all utter nonsense, but enough people on the grant board had more money than brains and finally supplied him with a budget to build a prototype device.
His prototype took months to put together, but when it was ready it produced results almost immediately. Strange energy readings from the forest a few dozen miles from his home were being detected, a prime spot for a dimensional gateway to be opened. Though opening it on his own end would be impossible without a full team of scientists and an even bigger budget, he had a much simpler plan. All he had to do was get a rifle, some tranquilizers and an automatic device set to fire the rifle at the first thing that crossed its sites after an unusual change in energy such as one that might be caused by a portal being opened.
Luckily his persistence and patience had paid off. Sure, the grant board would be more than a little upset that he’d lied about what he was using their money for, but if he presented them a creature from another world he was sure they’d see the wisdom of his deception or at least be blinded by how much more money they could make. Even if they didn’t, someone else would. A couple of speaking engagements at major scientific conferences, maybe a TV interview or two, and he could just refund their money while his reputation skyrocketed.
John stifled a yawn as Lupana continued to watch the show. The worst part about all of this was that he couldn’t really find anybody trustworthy enough to help him and not risk them alerting someone to his fraud or trying to steal his research. That meant doing everything himself, including trekking to the forest in the middle of the night and hauling Lupana to the makeshift cell in his basement. She would probably need some time to digest what she was seeing anyway, meaning this would be as good a time as any for him to get some rest. Turning off the recorder, John let out a small yawn before leaning back in his comfy chair and closing his eyes for a little catnap.
“Hello! Someone, please help me!” It was only meant to be a few minutes, but when John was awoken by Lupana’s calls for help several hours had passed. He cursed his tiredness as he reviewed the rabbit’s current state; he’d have to review the recorded data later. Right now he needed to make sure his research subject was still in one piece.
The camera didn’t pick up on anything that would suggest Lupana was dealing with some sort of physical ailment or sickness, though the distress on her face was quite clear. She tugged at the loose shirt she was wearing as though she were overheated, though if anything she should’ve been cold in her basement cell. As John watched she leaned against the cell door, continuing to call for help and providing John a good look at her rear. It was then, as she was presenting herself to the camera, that John first noticed something strange.
“Is she?...” John zoomed the camera onto her lower half and confirmed his suspicions; her crotch was absolutely soaked. Either she had wet herself, or she was in an animalistic heat. Probably the latter, if the way she tried to get her handcuffed hands underneath her pants was any indication.
“Please!” Lupana cried out again. With her back to the camera John couldn’t see exactly how successful she was at her task of pleasuring herself, though he had to imagine the handcuffs must have made it quite difficult. “Please, I need help!”
The scrawny scientist folded his arms as he thought about how to address this. He doubted this was something that would simply pass with time, and he couldn’t risk his test subject hurting herself. He was responsible for her being in that cell in the first place, and he had an obligation to make sure she didn’t come to any harm. Still, he also couldn’t deny that maybe this was just a trick to get him to lower his guard.
“Time to test her honesty.” John grabbed a syringe and two vials, one loaded with a sedative and the other with saline(both bottles were unlabeled, though the different colored caps on each one allowed John to know which was which) before heading down the stairs toward his captive test subject. Lupana’s pathetic lustful cries were audible the second John opened the basement door and descended the wooden steps. She was practically throwing herself against the bars of her cell, her ears twitching slightly as she heard someone approaching.
“Hello?” Her eyes practically lit up when she saw John as he noted John her fingers were wet, presumably from her own juices. “Oh, thank the gods! Please, you must help me!”
“I am, Lupana, don’t worry.” John smiled warmly, acting for the moment as if he couldn’t notice her currently pathetic state. “First, though, I need to ask you some questions.”
“Q-Questions?” Lupana sniffed and nodded fiercely. “I’ll tell you whatever you wish; just please don’t hurt me!”
“Don’t worry; I won’t hurt you.” Lupana recoiled a little as John reached a hand through the cell toward her, looking like she might simply fall to pieces the way she was shaking. When John simply patted her head a few times, she started to act more relaxed. “See? I just want to get to know you better.”
“Know me?” She tilted her head a little at the question, making the fur of one of her ears tickle slightly against his hand. “Why would you want to know a pathetic woman like me?”
“You’re not pathetic at all.” She certainly has a low opinion of herself, John noted as he shook his head. “In fact, you’re very special indeed. You’re the first visitor to a brand new world, after all. I doubt many people could claim to have done that.”
“I-I guess not.” She smiled weakly up at him. “Could you please help me with something?” When John inquired as to what, she held her hands out through a small slot in the cell door. “I know you don’t want me to leave this cell, but could you at least undo these manacles? I promise I won’t try and hurt you, but it is so distressing having my hands bound so.”
John was loathe to show her too much kindness; he didn’t want her to think she could manipulate him. At the same time, if he had to force her help too much it could affect his research down the line. After thinking on it for a moment he decided he would release her handcuffs, though he also made a point of taking the cell key and hanging it on a hook far out of her reach just in case she tried to pick pocket him or get the key off him some other way. After it was safely out of her reach, he dug the handcuff key out of his lab coat and released her binds.
“Thank you.” She smiled as she rubbed her wrists, probably sore from being bound. “You’re such a kind man. Are you here alone?”
“Alone? Um, yes, it’s just me here.” The question caught John off guard, but he didn’t see the harm in answering her honestly.
“I’m sorry. If you ever long for companionship, I would be happy to provide it. After all, it is what I do, or rather what I did.” Before John could protest Lupana was lifting off her shirt.
“W-Wait! That isn’t necessary!” Lupana didn’t seem to hear him as she removed her shirt, crossing her arms in front of her chest in an almost sheepish manner. She did have a bra on, black John noted, so she wasn’t completely nude. John hadn’t had time to do a full physical examination of his subject, so when he saw the numerous scars on her upper body it was quite a shock to him.
“I’m not certain how you came to know of our world or why you captured it in such a way, but it is correct. More so than you’ve shown me here.” The scars were numerous across her body, anywhere from a half an inch to one that ran almost a foot long down her right arm. “My master is particularly cruel, often beating and torturing me. When I heard whispers about a place where a portal could be opened to another world, I figured anywhere would be better than where I was.”
Lupana turned her back toward John, presenting her soaked pants to him. The lack of urine smell confirmed it was indeed her own sexual juices that covered her. He did notice a distinct lack of wounds on her back, something that seemed odd to John considering the mental image of a master whipping a slave in the back to work harder was the first thing that sprung to mind when he thought of slavery. When he questioned that, Lupana held her head down.
“He… liked to take me from behind, so he would never hit me there since scars there would displease him.” The pain in her voice kept John from pressing further, while silently noting she looked quite strong. Her muscles, while not overly large by any means, had a firmness and tone that he hadn’t expected for a slave. Well, it wasn’t hard to imagine her building up some strength from constantly being forced into hard labor on top of being a slave for someone’s sexual pleasure.
“I see. And, if I may be so bold to ask…” Even though he was calling attention to it, he still felt a little awkward bringing it up as he motioned toward her soaked crotch.
“Y-Yes. He hired a mage to curse me, make me long for the feel of a man. If I don’t have sex on a routine basis, lust starts to drive me wild. I can control it a bit, but my resistance can only hold out so long, as you can probably see.” It looked like she was fighting herself as her hands would start to slide under the waist of her pants, then stop as she shuddered visibly and pulled them back up. “I-I’m sorry; it really is hard to resist…”
“I understand.” Damn; John knew it would be foolish to think he could completely divorce his feelings from his subject, but she was just tugging at all his heart strings. It was true he had no real way to verify her story, so for all he knew she was completely making everything up just to try and have a chance to escape. On the other hand, he was having trouble coming up with other explanations for her wounds and lewd behavior. For now he’d just have to take her word.
“Are you hungry? I could bring you some food.” Lupana nodded and thanked him for his kindness. John started to leave, then decided to test her honesty a little further. Taking the syringe and the vial of saline, he set them down on the table with the TV near her cell. Especially with her hands unbound, she would have little trouble reaching through to steal what looked like a potential weapon. With that, John climbed back up the stairs and left her alone again.
Knowing that rabbits tended to prefer a vegetarian diet, John prepared a salad for her(and by prepared, he took out a bag of premade salad and started to wash it). As he prepared his subject’s meal, he also observed the camera’s eye view from a tablet. Lupana did look over the syringe for a while, John intentionally taking longer than was truly necessary to see if she’d be tempted. Ultimately, however, she simply stepped away from the door and sat down peacefully on her cot.
John wasn’t sure if she just didn’t understand that she had a potential weapon or if she was being truly honest about her claims of non-resistance to him. Either way, he figured he could drop his guard around her a bit. Establishing a friendlier rapport with his test subject would likely lead to even greater findings, after all. After thinking it over for a moment, he figured she could probably do with some dry pants too.
Even though he was of a fairly slight build himself, John doubted his jeans would fit her well. The best he could figure to offer her were a pair of his flannel pajama pants, which he slung over his shoulder before bringing down a tray with a bowl of salad, some water and a few different salad dressings. Lupana smiled upon his return, looking almost giddy as she rushed to the door.
“Oh, thank you!” She carefully pulled the tray through the slot, setting it down gently before looking curiously at the pants that followed. “What are these for?”
“I figured you could use a change of clothes. Something drie-whoa!” John recoiled a little in surprise as Lupana immediately began stripping out of her pants. He inadvertently got a good view of her vaginal area and saw she had a bit of fluff down there before he could avert his eyes, and he wasn’t talking about her tail. “I-I can step away if you want some privacy!”
“No, it’s all right. I trust you after all, John. By the way,” Lupana asked as she slowly slid into the pants provided for her. “are my supplies nearby? I had no idea what I’d encounter through the Gate, so I bought a few different antidotes and medicines in case I was hurt in my bid for freedom.”
“Y-yes, they’re just upstairs…” John recalled the large knife she had on her as well as he peeked cautiously at the changing bunny, who seemed to be ever so slowly sliding into the provided pants. “And the knife was for self-defense, I assume?”
“Oh yes.” Lupana nodded as she finally pulled the pants up, which seemed to fit well save for the small bulge caused by her tail. “It wasn’t much, but it was all I could find. It wasn’t like my master left weapons lying around for his slave to potentially use against him, after all.”
“And the pouches? May I ask what was in those?” John didn’t know, but it wasn’t for lack of trying to find out. When he tried to open one of them that seemed to be glowing faintly, the entire pouch began to heat up rapidly in his hand when he opened what appeared to be a simple flap. John managed to toss it aside just in time for the pouch to spontaneously ignite as it hit the ground. He managed to smother the flames before they could spread and cause any real damage, though the pouch and its contents were little more than ash by the time the fire was out. There were still a few others, but after that incident he didn’t feel brave enough to push his luck trying with another.
“Oh, some dried food, some family heirlooms, and a pouch of fire crystals. They’re perfect for someone like me who’s not used to trying to make it on her own in nature.” That’s probably what was in that pouch, John thought to himself. “If you’re interested in learning more about my world I could show you some of them.”
“Thank you for the offer, but perhaps later. You should eat now.” Lupana nodded and dug in ravenously. She’d eaten about half the bowel before John could suggest that maybe she could try some of the dressings he bought down as well. The Italian and French dressings didn’t seem to hold much appeal to her, but when she tried some of the ranch she proceeded to nearly drown the remaining salad in it before wolfing it down.
“Mmm…” Lupana’s mouth was covered in ranch dressing, which she licked away in a way that looked almost seductively to John. “So good…”
John barely had time to say she was welcome before Lupana was slowly crawling her way toward him. She giggled slightly as he stammered and tried to push her away, grabbing his arms and gently pushing him to the ground.
“It’s all right, John. You might find this strange, but you’ve been so good to me. And though my curse may be driving me somewhat, it doesn’t mean I don’t find you attractive.” Lupana giggled again as she looked down at John’s growing erection. “And though you may deny it, you seem to feel the same way about me.”
His devotion to science had been almost all consuming, and John’s social life has suffered as a result. He couldn’t deny that Lupana was indeed an attractive woman, and if she was truly cursed, wasn’t it his responsibility to make sure he did whatever he could to manage that curse? It was just the right thing to do, and certainly not an excuse to have sex with a hot and willing woman. No, totally wasn’t that at all.
“I can tell you’re inexperienced, but that’s all right.” Lupana smiled as she pressed her chest against John’s, moving her lips enticingly close to John’s. “I’ve got more than enough for the both of us. Just let me do the work, please?”
“O-o-mmph!” John had barely gotten out the first letters of his consent before Lupana’s soft, warm lips were pressed against his. The last bits of resistance to this were fading from John as he slowly put his hands on her hips as their lips smacked loudly together. Resistance never seemed to enter Lupana’s mind at all as she pressed herself against him, her hand reaching down undoing John’s pants.
“Oh, you have no idea how much I’ve needed this!” Lupana panted softly as she looked around the small cell. “May I ask if we can do this somewhere more… comfortable?”
“I-I don’t…” Lupana removed her bra, slowly folding her arms underneath her chest to emphasize her modestly sized breasts more and making John much more willing to comply. “We could go upstairs to my room.”
“Good.” Lupana smiled and eased herself up, gently guiding John to his feet. Despite it being John’s home, she was the one who led the way upstairs to the main living room. She looked around John’s small home curiously as they emerged from the basement. “You live alone, right John?”
“Yes, why do…” John was silenced from another intense kiss for Lupana, practically melting in her embrace.
“I’m shy.” She explained before kissing him again. Her hands practically clawed at his shirt as her began to enthusiastically make out with her, revealing his thin and gangly frame. Lupana tried to help him, but was only making harder for John as her hands clawed clumsy while his shirt was around his head, making it take several seconds before he could finally get the shirt clear from his head. When he did, he noticed Lupana was looking around the room rather intently.
“Is something wrong?” John asked, making the rabbit jump a little in surprise.
“Oh, no! There’s just so many strange and fascinating things here!” Lupana smiled as she quickly pressed herself against her human captor, running a finger along his chest. “Though none are nearly as fascinating as you.”
Lupana’s lips sealed John’s response, almost making him gag as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. John was beginning to wonder if Lupana’s time as a slave might explain how forceful and bold she was acting now. Maybe now that she was free, she wanted to be the one in control? That seemed like the best reason for how hard she pushed him against the wall of the kitchen as their frantic make out session continued.
Lupana moved with the speed and intensity of a hurricane, and that included sending the two of them all throughout the apartment. She constantly kept pulling and tugging John along, moving to one room briefly before she would push or tug him along to another. When John tried to question their roundabout path or point the way toward the bedroom, Lupana would silence him with a kiss or a stroke of his painfully constrained cock.
It was only when they came to his lab did Lupana seem satisfied with having explored pretty much every room in the apartment save his bedroom. Lupana practically threw John atop the metal table in the middle of his lab/office. He was already a little dizzy from the whirlwind tour of his apartment, and the toss was so forceful his head banged lightly against the table and left him seeing stars for a moment. By the time he could see clearly again Lupana was practically tearing his pants off, his erection finally springing painfully free from his boxers.
“I’ve need this, need YOU so badly, John!” Lupana was much more careful removing her own pants as she straddled John’s waist, John’s average sized cock ticking against her fluffy front as she mounted him. “I do hope you won’t report this to your friends. That would be awkward for the both of us, don’t you agree?”
“Honestly, I-I don’t know what to tell them yet.” Lupana’s ears twitched as John spoke. “I haven’t really told them much about my research yet...”
“That’s good, John...” Lupana smiled broadly as she raised herself up, guiding John’s stiff cock underneath her before lowering herself on to him. She gasped as her slammed herself down on him hard enough to make the scientist wince in pain. “That’s VERY good…”
Considering his lack of sexual experience and Lupana’s obvious desire to be the one in charge, John wasn’t in much position to do anything other than ride out the storm. Luapna did almost all the work, sliding herself up and down on John’s cock, her downward thrusts causing him no small amount of pain mixed in with his pleasure as she slammed into him roughly. When he tried to bring his hands up to touch her breasts, her hands grabbed him by the wrists and pinned them roughly down on the table over his head.
“Oh, how I’ve been waiting for this!” Lupana’s breasts dangled tantalizingly close to John’s face as she continued to drive herself onto him, keeping them just out of reach as she stared hungrily down at him. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”
“I-I’m getting an idea!” John’s hips started to buck as he felt his orgasm rapidly building, aroused if slightly confused by the rough way he was being used. And he was being used; he had no doubt who was really in control here. Not that John would be able to stop her even if he wasn’t enjoying himself, if a bit painfully so. Her grips on his wrists and even the way her thighs squeezed around his own were incredibly strong; even if he was to try and overpower her, he probably wouldn’t be able to.
That time as a slave must have left Lupana strong of will as well as body; when John was finally allowed to touch her, it was only when she guided his hands across her belly and sides. She didn’t seem the least bit shy of her scars, seeming to almost enjoy how his hands ran over the healed, rough skin on her hips and stomach. Only when she placed his hands on her hips did she finally release her grip on him to massage her own chest, and even then John didn’t feel like he had much in terms of freedom of movement. The daggers Lupana glared at him when he dared to move his hands even slightly up her side made him immediately put them back where they had been.
“That’s it; keep up with me.” That sounded more like an order than a request, but either way keeping up was about all John could do. As Lupana started to increase her speed and intensity, John could feel his testicles start to tighten with the impending release of his seed. Before he could get too close to his orgasm, the grip of Lupana’s vaginal muscles suddenly tightened on his member. John couldn’t help but let out a small yelp at the pain at the pressure.
“Oh, you’re getting close already?” Lupana’s tongue hung slightly from her mouth as her pace increased further, sweat starting to form on her body from the exertion. “Well, you’re just going to have to wait for me first.”
Fortunately for both John’s penis and very sore hips, he wouldn’t have to wait too much longer. Lupana intense pace began to slow as she started to reach her climax, her tight grip on John’s member growing even more so. He was just beginning to wonder if he was going to survive this encounter when she finally threw her head back, letting out a small scream as she came. John’s cock finally found some relief from its confines to release his seed into Lupana.
John figured the roughly ten or so seconds his orgasm lasted was pretty good considering his roughed up state and the exhaustion he was dealing with, though he paled in comparison to Lupana. She was still going as strong thirty seconds in as she was in the beginning with no signs of slowing down. Even as she milked the last traces of his cock, Lupana was still squeezing his member as firmly as she could. John was seriously pondering for a moment if she was going to be taking his cock permanently from him.
Finally after what was probably a minute but felt like an eternity, Lupana finally started to come down off her orgasmic high and collapsed atop her human captive. The two laid on the lab table for a while, though John was mostly concerned with if Lupana had crushed his pelvis with her intensity. A few weak leg kicks and some careful prodding of his own body confirmed that he was still in one piece, if very, very sore. He almost recoiled when he felt Lupana’s hands on him again, relaxing only slightly when they simply roamed over his body.
“Good boy, John...” Lupana’s exploration focused mostly on his chest and shoulders, massaging them gently as she slowly worked her way upward. She smiled as she gently stroked his face and neck, allowing him to put his hands on her hips as she smiled down at him. “Such a good boy…”
He WAS kinda cute, in a way. It was obviously his first time, but he did a decent job keeping up with her for an amateur. He was clearly way in over his head, both sexually and otherwise, and in a way she felt bad. Not bad enough to not apply a choke hold on him moments later, but still a little bad none the less.
“Easy, John, easy…” Lupana whispered softly into his ear as he struggled against her. Even if hadn’t just been battered and exhausted from the intercourse, there was little chance he would’ve been able to break her grip as he clawed uselessly at her arms. “Just relax; this won’t hurt… much.”
Luckily(?) for the human, Commander Lupana had plenty of experience with applying force and knew just the right amount of pressure to render her captive merely unconscious instead of dead, letting his limp body slide unceremoniously to the floor when she finished. The Commander found most of her equipment as she moved around her unconscious captor, finding most everything save for her beacon crystal she activated just before the tranquilizer overpowered her earlier. The scorch marks on the floor lead her to surmise John must have tried and failed to force his way into them, setting off the magical security placed on it. Oh well; by now her regiment was probably on the verge of re-establishing the gate if they hadn’t already. The mages would be able to notice the trail left by her beacon crystal and assist in her extraction soon after.
In the meantime, she better put some clothes on.
“That concludes my report, Your Majesty.”
Lupana was down on one knee, though she looked the furthest thing from a slave in her onyx black armor. The Queen nodded and instructed her to rise.
“Hold your head up high, Commander. You entered a strange new world and managed to escape and subdue your captor.” The Queen praised Lupana as she rose to her feet. “Your name shall forever go down in our kingdom’s history.”
“Thank you, my Queen, though to be honest, he was hardly the toughest opponent I’d ever faced.” She smiled wickedly as she recalled how easily she’d managed to charm and overpower John. “All it took was a sob story and a little flirting, and he was practically eating out of my hand.”
“Perhaps, but it still required you to adapt rapidly.” The Queen’s smile wasn’t quite as wicked, though Lupana knew her Queen shared a similar desire for dominance in all its forms. “Interrogating him about his connections as you played into his presumptions, distracting his questions with your feminine charms, using your… passion… to excuse the way you led him around and searched his home to verify he had no support were all very intelligent. It was a particularly clever stroke of genius, passing off your old war wounds as evidence of torture and building sympathy.”
“You flatter me, your Majesty.” Lupana made a fake, pleading face as she mimicked her helpless tone. “ ‘Oh John, you big strong hero! You’re such a wonderful man!...’”
“Indeed. If our kingdom’s own men were so easily persuaded, I can’t imagine we would be the dominant force we are today.” The Queen nodded gravely.
Lupana nodded as she looked at the giant painting that hung on the wall behind the King and Queen’s thrones. Many of the various races of their world were depicted in one form or another, all of them on bended knee or otherwise bowing. Even mighty dragon’s acquiesced to the true rulers of the land, a lone figure that stood on a rocky outcrop looking over all the lesser creatures. That creature, the ones all others were bowing to as it was only proper, was a rabbit.
Lupana had spent what little time since rejoining her squad coming back to brief the Queen, though upon reports of her initial success she heard whispers about plans for the new world. Plans to use John’s home as a forward base, learning more about the new world and beginning to infiltrate its society before they bought the Earth under rabbit rule. It wasn’t out of malice or anything so evil; it was simply their manifest destiny to control everything. They already had an iron grip on their own world, so it only made sense for them to move on to other worlds to conquer next.
“May I ask what has become of my captor?” Lupana asked.
“He currently is being held in the dungeon’s while we decide what to do with him.” The Queen tilted her head as she questioned her subject’s intent. “Why do you ask, Commander?”
“Well, my Queen will recall that he got his foolish ideas about our species because of this animation of his? Well, I thought there would be a certain poetic justice if he were to be used as a slave like he assumed us to be. He’ll need some work to be able to keep up with me, but I’d be willing to put in the time…” Lupana bowed her head to the Queen before she got too deep into her plans. “With your permission of course, my Queen.”
“Certainly. You’ve more than earned a substantial reward for your advancement of the rabbit cause, and given how well you’ve trained out soldiers to fight on the battlefield, I have little doubt you’ll be able to show equally impressive results elsewhere.” The Queen smiled as she recalled how she’d the King in a similarly exhausted state in the royal chambers. “In fact, I would ask as a personal request you keep me informed on your progress with that task. Perhaps your research could be used elsewhere in the kingdom.”
“Of course, my Queen. By your leave, I’ll get started on that right now.” With a final salute to her Queen, Lupana left the throne room, leaving the Queen alone with her personal guard. Her advisors would soon follow, giving her just a moment to recuperate before beginning planning their latest conquest.
As she sipped her tea, the Queen regarded the royal portrait behind her throne and stifled a giggle as she recalled the details reported back to her about the animation. Rabbits, being subservient to another species? Where DID they get such fanciful ideas?...