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[center][b]Nothin' but Mammals

Chapter 3

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Xavier-Rai[/b][/center]

Unfortunately, the matronly bunny did not feel in the mood for further attentions that evening. Xavier was left with a second helping of the stew, a pitcher that served as an properly-sized glass for water, and fresh bedding. Despite his earlier nearly comatose state, or perhaps because of it, he found sleep came easily after getting adequate hydration and a full stomach. He was awake early, 0400 by the clock on his communicator. He did not feel that it would be appropriate to explore beyond the room he had been placed in just yet, so he spent the time in trying to salvage what he could of his clothing.

The bathroom tub was good enough for washing, with a little shampoo used in place of soap. It gave the fabric an earthy, slightly floral aroma, but he would deal with it. From what he knew of these mammals, nudity was taboo, so he needed at least enough to cover up for modesty until he could procure proper garments. He was also able to give himself a proper wash in the bargain, being careful of his bandages. It was also discovered that one corner of the bathroom had an air vent that blew warm air strongly, he assumed to help his hosts dry their fur, and he used it to help wick the dampness from the remains of his clothes.

When Bonnie finally reappeared, he had managed to tie together enough scraps to make a semblance of a kilt, which was enough for propriety. It turned out to be unnecessary, however, as she carried a bundle of cloth with her when she entered.

“Oh, dear, you didn't need to do all that," she apologized. “I had the girls help stitch up some sheets and curtains until Stu gets back from town. I hope these fit well enough. Did you need anything else this morning?"

He took the proffered clothing and used the bathroom to dress, finding the improvised shirt to be loose but serviceable, and the pats to be baggy and slightly too short but usable. His hip pouch and belt served to keep the makeshift trousers around his waist. Luckily, his boots had survived his original undressing save that the laces had been cut through.

“Thank you, Bonnie, this was most kind," he offered in gratitude. “If it would not be too much trouble, I am in need of some twine or string and some metallic wire. Do you happen to have a workshop of some kind that I could make use of? I will submit to an escort, if you find it necessary, but I am willing to negotiate terms of parole, if required."

“Parole?" Bonnie inquired, shocked and somewhat offended. “Oh, deary, you're not in jail or anything! You're a guest! Feel free to wander around if you need. I'll get one of the older kids to guide you. I get lost in the warren sometimes even though I helped dig it out! Stu has a workshop out by the tractor shed that you can use. If you're feeling that well enough, we can also find you a real room in the bachelor section, if you'd like. You don't have to spend your whole stay in the sick room."

“Thank you again, ma'am. If this room is meant for the infirm, then it would be good to move to different quarters. I am not in need of further medical treatment, only a little rest."

“Well, I wouldn't say 'no more,' hun. Jean left you some antibiotics and painkillers if you need, along with clean bandages. She said they need to be changed daily for at least a week, and she'll be back to check if there's any infection, so you make sure and take your pills. I'll ask some of the kids to move your things to an empty room. Does that sound good?"

“It is more than acceptable."

She indicated the medication and the appropriate dosage, then left him once more to his own devices. He downed the pills and took the time to change the dressings on his wounds as had been advised. Not long after he was done, his escort arrived.

“Hi hi!" came the excited greeting from a taller and slimmer rabbit. “I'm Amelia. Mom said to help you around the warren? Jack, James, and Jillian will pick up whatever you don't want to carry and take it over to your new room for you. Mom said you needed to visit the workshop?"

He was amused by the bunny's cheery demeanor. “I am Xavier, and I would like to make use of the workshop, yes."

She took hold of his hand and tugged him out into the hallway with an energetic bounce to her steps. “Well c'mon then!"

He followed along, feeling like he was being led by a young, hyperactive niece who was eager to show him her newest toy. Amelia babbled constantly as she led him through the warren. She had obviously been made aware that he was not native to the area and seemed invested in instilling every last bit of knowledge about the region that she could. Though it was somewhat of an erratic education, he learned that the Bunnyburrow region was mostly populated by lapines, though it was not a homogenous community. There was also a sizable population of sheep, along with a spotting of several other species.

It was odd to learn the distinction placed on dietary needs. Predators and prey species had some tensions between them, though the predatory breeds of this region were valued for their size and strength, comprising the backbone of the emergency services such as fire, ambulance, and wildlife control. That was why the rooms and hallways of the burrow were dug out to over twice the tallest rabbit's height. Recent events in the city of Zootopia had somewhat alleviated the tension between predator and prey, but there were some who would always hold prejudice against those different from themselves.

He only interrupted her briefing once to inquire after non-vegetable protein availability. They had insect-based meat substitutes, but it appeared that it was highly looked down upon to ingest actual meat, even from reptiles. Fish was acceptable, but could be difficult to come by in large quantities this far inland, though eggs were plentiful and generally accepted all around.

Xavier was then prompted to explain about his own dietary habits and found that Amelia was as avid a listener as she was a talker. He advised that things were slightly different where he came from. There were only a very few sentient mammalian species and a large variety of non-sentient reptiles, avians, and insects. They also had a few breeds of sentient avian, though humans were the majority species by far. Any non-sentient creature was fair game for eating, but they also had agriculture to raise crops.

She also provided a tour of the burrow in the process. It was a circular affair, with the adolescents' quarters at the back of the warren, the parents and young adult/bachelor rooms at the front, the young kittens were sandwiched between the bachelors and adolescents, and the kitchen/food storage area sat in the center along with the recreation rooms. By the time they reached the workshop, he was very ready to sit down. Even his highly trained endurance could only stand up to so much, and he had been tapped the bottom of the barrel just to survive this long. He would recover in a short time, but it was driven home to him that he needed rest to do so.

Amelia was quite attentive as well as friendly. She sat him in the shade of the shed atop a tree stump and went to get him some water and something for breakfast. It gave Xavier a chance to observe his surroundings, and it was quite a quaint farming area. He could see across the carrot fields to the blueberry bushes at the southern end of the farm along with a melon patch along bordering the eastern edge.To the north, a line of apple trees demarcated that edge of the Hopps farm. Dozens of rabbits worked the fields, tending to the crops, while half a dozen worked to ready the produce stand that stood beside the road that marked the western border of the farm. About thirty feet back from the road, the entrance to the warren was dug out of the side of a small hill with the tractor shed and workshop just south of it.

Amelia was only gone about ten minutes before returning with a pair of siblings in tow, a large tray carried between the three of them. On it were a large salad bowl, fit for serving a good portion of the family at once, and two pitchers. The smell of eggs, cheese, and fresh vegetables wafting towards him made his stomach growl, and he realized just how hungry he was. He barely gave them time to set the tray down before digging into the breakfast scramble, using the pitchers full of fresh apple juice to wash it down. It refreshed him amazingly, and the portion was large enough to actually satisfy him with the single serving.

“Thank you very much, Amelia," he said afterward, patting his full stomach. “I was unaware that rabbits ate eggs."

“Oh, we don't usually," she explained. “That was made special just for you. Mom got some from Mrs. Henley. Auntie Jean said you were an omnivore, and we have a few Bug-Burga patties in stock for when Nicky visits. Dad's getting more from town while he's there, but you won't have to worry much about people eating your food. Only Jack even likes those things, and I think he fakes it just to be different."

“Well, please give my compliments to the chef. It was spectacular. Unfortunately, there are things that I must do."

“Oh, I know of a few things that you could do," Babs, one of other two rabbits, quipped with Charlotte adding, “At least three things!"

The trio of rabbits hid giggles behind their hands, which confused him, but Amelia let him into the workshop. While the ceiling was of a height with the burrow, all of the workspaces and tools were sized for the much smaller mammals. He used some strong twine to lace his boots, then set about crafting a replacement for his broken antenna. The three bunnies were helpful and assisted under his guidance. It allowed him to complete the repair as best as was possible with the given equipment in plenty of time for his check-in.

Afterwards, they insisted on giving him a tour of the grounds of the farm, leading him to the southeast corner where a large pond fed the stream that ran behind the blueberry bushes. He was surprised when the three lapines immediately stripped out of their clothing and waded in with nothing but their mottled grey and brown fur to cover their dignity. It didn't take an enormous amount of convincing to get him to do likewise.

The water was cool and fresh, which was pleasant on such a hot summer day. There was a natural rock ledge towards the back end where the spring rose up that made a nice seat for him, though the rabbits were able to stand comfortably on it to keep their heads and shoulders above water. It wasn't until Amelia settled herself on his lap to grind against him that he realized they might have had ulterior motives for the impromptu swim.

“So, is it true that you're as big as a wolf?" she asked, tracing a finger across his chest as she ground her groin against his own.

“I am not sure," he answered. He could not help the rush of blood that started his shaft to stiffening, though he was beginning to get the idea that these rabbits might be far less prudish than the norm for this region. “I have not come across a wolf as of yet, though I am given to understand that they are large carnivores."

“Mom certainly seems to think so," Charlotte advised, slipping beneath his arm on one side to snuggle against his side and stroke over his stomach while Babs did the same on the other. “She could barely walk straight last night after 'taking care' of you in the sick room."

Xavier cleared his throat and attempted to explain. “That was… an unfortunate and unexpected turn of events. I can assure you that I did not initiate it. I was unconscious for the majority of it."

“Well, you're not unconscious now, though I'm pretty sure we could wear you out." Amelia stroked herself against his hardening shaft, sliding the slick warmth of her slit against his pole. “Think you can keep up with the horniest bunnies in all of Bunnyburrow?"

“If you are offering, then I would be remiss to decline."

The human lifted her out of the water and turned to lay her on her back at the edge of the pond, shifting to kneel on the stone ledge to put him at the appropriate level. He rose to full erection swiftly without the chill of the water to cool his blood and laid his length against her stomach to display what she was getting herself into. Her brown eyes grew wide as she slid a finger alongside it, tracing out how deeply it would fill her.

“Wow, definitely as big as a wolf," Amelia observed.

“Maybe not all the way as big," Charlotte pointed out. “He doesn't have a knot. And it [i]was[/i] a small wolf."

Babs put in her own observations. “At least as wide as a fox's knot all the way down, though. I bet it feels fantastic, if it'll even fit."

“Oh, it'll fit," Amelia growled out with a grin. “If I can take a wolf knot, I can sure take this. Give it to me, big boy!"

“As you wish," the human agreed with a grin of his own.

A little saliva served as lubricant since nothing else was to hand, though the rabbit seemed quite slick enough with her own fluids as it was. Still, he thought it best to be gentle and traced his tip between her netherlips a few times before lining himself up with her entrance. A grip on her hips held her still as he gently pressed against her, but she seemed too small to accept him. After nearly a minute of trying, the rabbit took hold of his wrists and hooked her heels around his waist.

“Just put it in, already!" she demanded, pulling herself against him with all her diminutive might.

Despite the almost painful bowing it caused his shaft, he was surprised to feel the head of his shaft pop through her entrance. She let out a soft gasp, her limbs trembling for a moment, before she looked up to meet his amazed gaze.

“Now fuck me like you mean it, or I'll kick your balls up into your throat."

He quirked a brow at her but felt it best to oblige. “A gentleman always does his best to please a lady, no matter her wishes."

Without further ado, he slammed himself home, burying himself to the root inside of her. She let out a soft cry of surprise, and possibly of pain, but her legs gripped tightly around his waist and she squeezed and clenched at him. It took less than a dozen strokes before she had to stuff a balled fist into her mouth to silence her cries of orgasmic pleasure, and he couldn't help but feel rather pleased with himself. Charlotte and Babs watched with eager anticipation for their own turns while fingering one another, and he hoped that he would be able to please them as well.

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]