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Marie flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a good long while. She couldn't believe circumstances were so perfect. Not only had she completed her graduate studies, but already had a business plan to start selling her creation. She'd more than once been told it could revolutionize the field. It had been so much fun to watch the interested parties fight over her, only to sit back and calmly lay out her own terms to whoever would pay her the most.

Of course, her girlfriend Lyla didn't know the extent of this. She just knew what Marie wanted. And what Mistress wanted, Mistress got. So here she was, laying on the bed in a newly finished room lent to her by Lyla's big sister and her mate "till they got on their feet." The bunny girl grinned to herself, wondering how far she could push her luck. Lyla was very much under her thumb, but...

Rolling off the bed, Marie's long, floppy ears fell behind her. She was quite proud of them, and loved how the tips brushed up against her bubble butt. She took a long look in the full mirror, admiring her own curves for a bit. Being a member of the Lepus clan had some major perks, including excessive fertility and the tendency for their bodies to display it freely. She might only have been 5'2", but her curves were quite dangerous. Her tits had begun growing in when she was still in grade school, and might not have really stopped. She'd had to replace all her bras only a few months ago to DD when her old ones started breaking, and they were getting a bit tight already thanks to certain... other developments. Her waist slimmed down nicely before flaring outward in wide hips clearly made for childbearing. Her arms were somewhat slender, while her legs were powerful if not overly muscled.

Even for a white rabbit female, she knew she was something else. She'd caught her own siblings, of which she had many, drooling over her more than once. It was also partly thanks to her body that she found herself in the position she did. Of course, only Lyla and her own mother knew certain things about her true nature...

"You decent?" Lyla's voice reached her through the door. "Sadly, yes." Lyla playfully groaned in disappointment as she entered. She was a slender tigress, very much a kitten at heart in many respects. Her fiery orange fur was broken only by the black stripes and the white on the tip of her long tail, toned stomach, full C cup breasts, and all four paws. She stood several inches above Marie, but was clearly subservient to the bunny. "All moved in, I see." "Indeed, my little kitty. I think we're gonna have a lot of fun here. Wouldn't you agree?" The smile Marie gave Lyla sent a small shiver of excitement through the tigress, and she could only nod.

Marie sauntered over to her pet, reaching out and running her hand across the tigress's chest and up to her neck while she stared deep into her eyes. "Just remember, my sweet little kitten, that this may take a while. You can be patient for me like you were all last month, right?" Lyla nodded slowly, unable and unwilling to look away. She had been a good kitty then, and she wasn't going to disappoint her Mistress now. Marie stuck her finger into Lyla's mouth, and she responded by sucking gingerly on it, getting a grin in response. "Good girl."

It wasn't long before the owner of the house got home. Kit, Lyla's big sister, held similar markings in her coat but was built much more powerfully from years as a construction worker. Even after beginning her own business as a private design contractor, she still held a physique many males would kill for. Minus the feminine curves, of course. Physical labor had not dulled her looks, her muscles only enhancing her already sizable D cup bust and rounded butt.

It had been her mate Fennith that had let them in earlier in the day. The wolfess cut nowhere near the figure of her mate, her years as a code monkey not lending to anything but her own efforts to keep herself toned. She'd pretty well succeeded, her figure much more akin to Lyla's. Her gray coat shifted tones subtly from inch to inch, giving the illusion of somewhere between stripes and spots in the right light. Of all of them, she had the smallest bust at a B, but she was quite the beauty. Years staring at a computer screen had given her the need for reading glasses, but they only enhanced the look. Only in the last year had she quit her company job, and was now a burgeoning freelance debugger, loving being able to work from home most of the time.

Neither Fennith or Kit were truly lesbians, and Lyla shared her sister's like of both males and females. Both older females had dated their fair share of males. They just never seemed to find the right one. After years of failed relationships, each running interference for the other, and being "friends with benefits" through it all, they had decided to take it to the next step. After all, the only truly stable relationship they'd been in had been with one another. The sisters' family was from the "higher" end of the social spectrum, and the decision had put Kit on the blacklist. Apparently she'd been expected to find a male of her own species to settle down with and pop out a few kittens to carry on the family name. Fennith's family, being more middle class and less concerned with appearances, was a bit more understanding even if the same sex aspect of it bothered them.

"I must say I'm impressed you'd want to live with your roommate's family. We're not exactly the most prey-friendly bunch as you can see. Lots of pointy ends." Kit was blunt as they ate, teasingly rubbing Fennith's canines as the contrast between Marie's veggies and the primarily meat-based meal the other three ate enhancing her point. "Oh, I don't mind. Things are a lot more integrated these days in the universities. It's not the first time I've seen it. I've had more than one jealous rival order rabbit then eat it loudly right in front of me." Marie's confidence and equally blunt answer went over well, the tigress giving her a toothy grin. "I like you, kid. Got plenty of spunk." Kit missed Lyla nearly choke at that comment, as well as the knowing glance that passed between her and Marie.

Fennith piped up next. "Can I be so bold as to ask why? I imagine it'll be kinda awkward living with us, even with all the space." "That loud, huh?" Even through her fur, Marie could see Fennith turning red at that comment. Kit just laughed. "Don't worry about that. You remember all the things you can hear in a dorm. I'm sure I'll manage. It's not like you're the only ones making noise." "Marie?!" Lyla blurted it out before realizing what she'd confirmed, Kit rubbing her little sister's head happily. "I see how it is now. Makes everything so much clearer. Good on ya, kid. You've found a live one." Marie stuck her tongue out at Lyla playfully. "They'd have figured it out sooner or later. Now at least they know what to watch out for, right?"

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Two weeks later

"Yes. Yes, I understand. No, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Come home when you're finished. Yes. Ok...ok, I look forward to it..." Fennith hung up the phone, looking rather flushed. The contract had been almost last minute, but it'd simply been too good for Kit to pass up. Between the distance she'd have to drive and the time of the first meeting, she'd had little choice but to leave without a proper goodbye romp with her wife. Instead, she promised to call that evening for some "long distance fun."

In truth, Fennith was worried about being left without her Mistress for a week. It wasn't anything she could put her finger on, but something about Marie bothered her. It was more than just that the rabbit and Kit had similar personalities, or that it was clear who was in charge between her and Lyla. Something about her smelled...sexy. A different sexy than Kit, or any male Fennith'd dated. Despite herself, she'd found her fantasies flitting towards Marie on occasion.

Kit wasn't likely to take it as a threat. Even though they were married now, the openness of their relationship was still there. So far it hadn't come up, but Kit might even consider a confession of attraction a reason to work her kind of magic on their guest. Maybe after she came back... In the meantime, she sat down at her work station and dove into her latest project in an effort to take her mind off such things.

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Two days later

Sitting back, Fennith sighed and pushed her glasses back up her nose. Her stomach growled loudly, complaining at how she'd skipped lunch again. Kit knew her mate's peculiarities, but without her around sometimes things like this happened. It was nearly dinnertime already, and coming out of her zone forced her to acknowledge her body's demands. After a quick stop in the bathroom, she made her way to the kitchen to scrounge up something, only to find Marie at the stove. The apron she wore seemed a bit out of place on her, the image of a homemaker not at all meshing with the impression she'd given over the last few weeks.

"Evening, Fennith. You were holed up in there so long I wondered if you'd fallen asleep." Her long ears were rolled up and tied with a ribbon near her shoulders, presumably to keep them out of the food and off the stove. The image was disturbingly adorable. "Uh...no, just a project. I got a little too into it." Fennith's stomach complained again, the smell of some kind of stew forcing her to salivate profusely. Marie held up the ladle playfully and gestured to the kitchen table. "Just sit down and don't worry. This'll be done in a moment."

Fennith doing as she was told was a habit, though it was usually Kit doing the telling. It'd been one of the major reasons she never really got into males. None of them had treated her like Kit always did. She loved having her wife just take control of the situation. Never abusive, just commanding. Perhaps that's what made her so nervous about with Marie. She tensed when Marie set the bowl down in front of her, the prodigious endowments of the small rabbit right in front of her face. Fennith couldn't help but think that they'd gotten even bigger since the girl moved in.

"Eat up! Special recipe of the Lepus with some alterations for my audience." The stew was clearly milk based, almost like Miso, with chunks of meat dominating over the potatoes and veggies. The smell from it filled the room, intensifying her hunger. She felt something else underneath it all, but was far too hungry to bother with it. She dove in, barely cooling each spoonful before wolfing (pun intended) them down. Before she knew it, the bowl was empty and a glass was set in front of her. "Warm milk to wash it down. I'll get you another bowl."

Fennith was starting to feel funny even before she downed the glass. It was warm and creamy, nothing like their usual fare, and tasted heavenly. The bowl was back in front of her by the time she finished, and the glass disappeared. "Now be a good wolfie and finish it up. There's plenty more where that came from." The pet title was missed, the second bowl meeting the same fate as the first in short order. The glass was replaced yet again, and the pattern repeated itself. By the fifth bowl, she was feeling quite stuffed, and the secondary feeling made itself known. She fidgeted despite herself, feeling intensely horny while her brain fogged over.

"I see you liked my cooking. It's something I make only with a special ingredient. Well...two special ones this time. All just for you, my little wolf." Marie's voice seemed a different kind of happy than one would expect from a cook, and the increasingly possessive tone she took when addressing Fennith was missed entirely by the older female. She was too busy trying to think through the fog that had settled in on her mind and ignore the urges that were flaring inside her.

Fennith had barely noticed that Marie had been rubbing her neck and shoulders, the bunny's bosoms hugging the sides of her head. "I think you need some more milk." Fennith opened her mouth to protest, only to have Marie move to the side and shush her. "No arguments. You need to stay hydrated." Fennith's eyes went wide when Marie unsnapped the neck loop of the apron, letting it fall forward to reveal her fully naked breasts. No shirt, no bra, just her twin furry orbs in all their glory. The nipples puffed out from arousal and use, dribbling a bit of white from them. "A treat for being such a good girl. This time you get some right from the source."

A tiny part of Fennith said all of this was very, very wrong, but it got lost in the fog and desire. Staring at the perfectly round twin mounds had her suddenly very parched. She leaned in towards the nipple offered, and licked the thin stream soaking into the pure white fur. A mrrr of pleasure from Marie brought Fennith's excitement higher, convincing her to wrap her lips around the hardened teat. She sucked lightly at first, getting a mouthful or two of warm, creamy milk. "Harder, my pet. You've got a long way to go to keep up with how much I can make."

Fennith's tail wagged involuntarily, her harder sucking rewarding her with ever thicker streams of bunny milk. All the while, she started to hear a familiar sound grow louder and louder, until the purring was right in her ear. "Can I help, Mistress? I'm ever so thirsty right now." Lyla licked Fennith's cheek and muzzle, lapping up a bit of the milk that had escaped, before she had her head guided to the free nipple. The sight sent Fennith into a mini orgasm, her lust filled brain giving her no choice but to see Kit where Lyla was.

"As I'm sure you've figured out by now, the first special ingredient I used is what you're drinking. I've been milking myself all day, just for you. My little kitty had to go without her cream today because you were late. But that's ok. She got a lot more than normal over the last two weeks to make sure I was at full production." Fennith couldn't believe the volume. She'd had to have eaten a full gallon of milk from the stew, and probably drank another gallon from the glass, and the flow just kept getting larger. Her stomach was full before, and now she was feeling quite bloated. Strangely, she didn't feel ill.

"Drink faster, wolfie. No slowing down now." Fennith looked up at Marie, compelled as she was to obey by her own raging hormones, hoping for some mercy. She really didn't know how much more she could hold, and there seemed to be no end to what she was being given to drink. Had she been in her right mind, she'd have wondered how she could have swallowed more than the breast could possibly hold already. Instead, all she got was a stern gaze and a strong paw on the back of her head.

Unable to say no, she gave in. For ten minutes the only sounds were her and Lyla's suckling mixed with grunts of pleasure from the three. The fog of her brain seemed to twist into a rampaging need while she guzzled the bunny's milky gift. By the time the flow finally slowed down and Marie released her head, Fennith's panties were a sopping mess and her juices has soaked through her skirt, the scent mixing with Lyla's and Marie's. If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn she'd gone into heat. Her paws went to her stomach as she slunk to the floor, feeling it bulge outward significantly. Were it lower, she might have appeared to have a 3 month baby bump.

"Lyla, it's time." The tigress's excited mews accompanied her reaching for the waist button of the apron, unsnapping it and letting it fall to the floor. Fennith gasped when she saw that Marie had nothing on under there as well...and a little more something than a female should. A slowly growing cock rested above her pussy, leaking pre with every twitch. It grew steadily, a faster spurt with every heartbeat, and now looked to be about 8 inches. At the base were a pair of furred balls, and they seemed to be swelling to keep pace. "Surprised?" Fennith looked up at Marie, unable to say anything and nodding her head dumbly.

The bunny giggled lustfully, holding hir still growing cock in one paw and pulling Fennith's muzzle back towards hir with the other. "Time for your third course. Suck." The forcefulness of personality shi exerted sapped any resistance Fennith could muster. Her tail still wagging slightly, Fennith got to her knees and opened her muzzle, taking the now 10 inch phallus into its moist confines. The thick meat stretched her lips, her profuse drooling and the steadily increasing amount of pre from the tip dripping to the floor as she began slobbering over it.

The taste set her aflame. The pre started flowing down her throat more and more as the cock grew further into her throat, the thick slime settling in her stomach and sloshing around with the milk, heating her body greatly. The concern that the cock in her mouth kept getting bigger was pushed aside in the excitement, her nose pressing against Marie's crotch. "Mmmmm...good puppy." Turning to Lyla, who was starting to look left out, shi smirked. "Ok, kitty, reward our new playmate." The tigress's eyes lit up, and she moved behind Fennith. A quick claw ripped her skirt's waistband, the rest of it torn away in moments. The wolf fem's panties fared little better, the remains being handed to Marie.

While Lyla repositioned herself beneath the wolfess, Marie brought the panties to hir nose. A deep breath sent a new pulse through hir cock, the growth rate accelerating suddenly. "That's exactly what I wanted to smell... There's nothing like a bitch in heat to get the cum churning." Fennith furrowed her brow in confusion while not missing a beat of thrusting Marie's now massive cock in and out of her muzzle. That was impossible. Her heat wasn't for another two weeks. But the moment Lyla's rough tongue made its way across her puffy lower lips, the orgasm that ripped through her said otherwise.

It seemed Lyla knew all her weak points, pulling on her tail and reaching up into her still intact blouse to pinch her lower nipples. The naughtiness that she was between her younger sister-in-law and the tigress's floppy-eared Mistress was an immense turn on, almost as much as the catgirl's tongue lapping at her inner folds. "Thank you for letting me taste her, Mistress!" Marie scritched behind Fennith's ears, pulling her head back and forth faster while shi answered. "Of course. You have been a very good kitty so far. I know how much you enjoy a ripe pussy."

Fennith's jaw was starting to ache. Marie's cock had pushed its way into her esophagus and was expanding towards her stomach with no sign of stopping. The girth grew in proportion to the length, her drool no longer even pooling in her mouth as it was pushed open. She knew her throat was bulging from how much was stuffed inside, but the worry of damage didn't enter her mind. Between Lyla's fervent ministrations and the heady musk invading her nose, she was pretty much lost to anything but the pleasure. The length that Marie had to pull back to let her breathe got bigger and bigger, until she was instructed to take a very big gulp of air. "Get ready, puppy. You're getting your meal now."

Marie's strong paws gripped the back of Fennith's head and thrust the over foot of cock meat visible, the whole length glistening with wolf spit and the head just barely out of her throat, deep into her. The furry balls at the base of the cock slapped her in the chin, their size more akin to grapefruit now. The grip intensified, giving Fennith no choice but to hold on until Marie was finished. The bunny's balls contracted and hir cock swelled again, thickening suddenly before Marie threw hir head back in a long orgasmic squeal. Fennith felt bulges begin to travel down her throat, knowing what was to come.

The first gush flowed almost right into her stomach. It was thick, heavy, and hot, tipping her over the edge of orgasm again while the cum continued to flow. Each burst of cum ballooned Fennith's belly further, doubling its size by the third spurt. It doubled again by the eighth, her blouse bursting open at the seams. Marie pulled back for a brief second between spurts, then thrust forward, hir cock head pushing into the wolfess's stomach. More cum followed in great gouts, Fennith's eyes fluttering between orgasm and shock at what was happening to her.

Finally Marie's orgasm slowed down. Each spurt resulted in less cum forced into hir new pet's bloated stomach, though the "damage" had been done. Fennith had difficulty grasping her paws together around the girth, each influx of cum making it more difficult until at last she couldn't anymore. Marie pulled free of Fennith's throat, letting her breathe again as the remaining trickles splashed across her face and chest. Her glasses, sitting at an angle from the rough face fucking, were coated in the gooey sludge. Marie pressed the head to the wolfess's lips, letting the last of hir orgasm coat hir cumbucket's tongue.

"You look good with a nice big belly, puppy. You'll like it when I give you one for real." Exhausted, out of breath, and still struggling to think straight, Fennith found herself unable to object. All she really could do is focus on the cock in front of her. It was still hard, still throbbing, and getting BIGGER. Already it was passing two feet long and four inches thick. Pre was starting to leak out again, the musk of the incredibly virile bunny herm overpowering her rational thoughts.

"Now it's time to move to more comfortable accommodations. You'll thank me for being so kind once I've bred you properly." Marie lifted Fennith off the floor, Lyla helping her stay steady with her shifted center of gravity. Marie knew the she-wolf had so far only been overwhelmed, not broken to hir will, but that would soon change...