{"sf1_id":1645232,"sf2_id":"ynZdM65e","title":"The Leaves of Fall: Autumn Flowers","author":"Oliver_Hart","words":9550,"posted_at":"2020-10-31T13:56:53.000Z","tags":["HMOFA","Human","Rabbit","Romance","Sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1645232-the-leaves-of-fall-autumn-flowers","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZdM65e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f7/32/f7320a99-8fb9-47c4-a4da-4a5f0dac606b","description":"Sam revisits some old memories of hers. Can a person be put back together again?  \nA companion story to The Leaves of Fall  \n[https://www.sofurry.com/view/1479078](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1479078)  \n  \nNSFW art: [https://www.sofurry.com/view/1721604](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1721604)","content":"(Cover and thumbnail by Doph)\n\nThe Leaves of Fall: Autumn Flowers\n\n\\\u003e\"O-okay Anon, y-y-you ready?\"\n\n“This isn't going to work, you're way faster than I am,\" you say, looking around at all the dilapidated houses and industrial refuse\n\n\\\u003eYou're in Sam's old neighborhood\n\n\\\u003eBecause she wanted to show you a game her and her brother used to play\n\n\\\u003e\"D-Don't say t-t-that. B-believe in the m-me that believes in y-you.\"\n\n“Okay Kamina, whatever you say.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"W-who?\"\n\n\\\u003eJesus Christ, this poor girl, there's still so much she hasn't seen\n\n\\\u003eThat's right\n\n\\\u003eGirl\n\n\\\u003eSam, the androgynous Mini-Rex rabbit on the other side of the street, is a girl\n\n\\\u003eOr, more accurately, a woman, with messy unkempt hair that covers her eyes\n\n\\\u003eEyes, like two bowls of dark, glowing honey, now focused on what's behind her\n\n\\\u003eEars that hang low off her skull – ears she still twists when she gets nervous, but not so much any more\n\n\\\u003eYou eye Sam up and down while she's distracted, waiting for the car to come\n\n\\\u003eHer lithe feminine body has filled out a bit, but not by much, evidenced in the way her (new) jeans fit her a lot better than her brother's baggy old clothes\n\n\\\u003eAnd the way they accentuate the prominence of her haunches\n\n\\\u003eEven if it's unintentional\n\n\\\u003eEven if it's not much\n\n\\\u003eIt's more of Sam than you've ever seen\n\n\\\u003eThough she's still got most of her upper torso hidden inside an olive-green sweater that's a little bit too big for her\n\n\\\u003eThe sleeves cover her small hands, which you think is kinda cute\n\n\\\u003eAnd you think she does too\n\n\\\u003eHuh\n\n\\\u003eSam finding herself worthy of being cute\n\n\\\u003eNow there's something you didn't' see happening all those months ago\n\n\\\u003eYou hear a distant murmur of an engine and snap back to reality\n\n\\\u003eFast-approaching behind you, gleaming in the chill air of an autumnal Saturday, is the windshield of a car\n\n\\\u003eYou set yourself low, as does Sam, like one big compressed spring ready to explode forward\n\n“This was your idea, remember,\" you remind Sam\n\n\\\u003eShe flashes a weak, slightly-nervous smile at you, and then narrows her gaze directly ahead, waiting for the car to catch up to you two\n\n\\\u003eYou can't believe her and her brother used to do this\n\n\\\u003eIf you were driving this would scare the shit out of you\n\n\\\u003eWhatever\n\n\\\u003eThe car is visible now\n\n\\\u003eIt's an old rusted sedan, a general piece of shit, with a cracked windshield too dark to see the driver from the outside\n\n\\\u003eIt looks… oddly familiar?\n\n“GO!\" you scream\n\n\\\u003eWithout permission from Sam, you dart into the middle of the street, legs burning and churning already tired from the exertion\n\n\\\u003eYou pretend the car is chasing you as you pump your knees nearly up to your chest, throw your head back and let loose a yowl\n\n\\\u003eYou slam your eyes shut and tear forward as hard and as fast as you can, certain that only vehicular manslaughter is right behind you should you slow down even an inch\n\n\\\u003eAnd you start counting…\n\n\\\u003eOne second\n\n\\\u003eYour lungs burn\n\n\\\u003eTwo seconds\n\n\\\u003eThe car behind you lays on the horn as it quickly matches your pace\n\n\\\u003eThree seconds\n\n\\\u003eNow it's your legs that burn, choked and full of lactic acid\n\n\\\u003eGod you were never good in gym\n\n\\\u003eAlex might have a better shot, that lanky commie\n\n\\\u003eFour seconds\n\n\\\u003eYou open your eyes, expecting to see Sam about a mile ahead of you\n\n\\\u003eBut you don't\n\n\\\u003eIt's just you and that empty, unkempt road, likely glitter with broken bottles of some drunken night\n\n\\\u003eAnd behind you?\n\n\\\u003eThe revving of an engine, the shriek of a horn\n\n\\\u003eWhere the hell is Sam?\n\n\\\u003eThe heat of the car directly behind you is now palpable\n\n\\\u003eFive seconds\n\n\\\u003eThat's about all you can do – a maintained, wild five seconds\n\n\\\u003eSix seconds\n\n\\\u003eYou throw yourself to the right as hard as you can\n\n\\\u003eYou practically cannonball into the sidewalk, face wonderfully mashed into the grime and cold concrete\n\n\\\u003eThis was a mistake\n\n\\\u003eThe shriek of a car horn forces you to sit up\n\n\\\u003eAnd all at once, like a bomb going off in your brain, it all comes back to you\n\n\\\u003eThat night at the old white oak door church\n\n\\\u003eThe car that followed you home after your house was trashed\n\n\\\u003eYou recognize the car you just tried to outrun like\n\n\\\u003eIt's…\n\n\\\u003eIt's Sam's dad's\n\n\\\u003eThe passenger side window rolls down and your heart is practically vibrating in your chest – not from the exercise either\n\n\\\u003eBut from an aged fear\n\n\\\u003eYou can feel rough hands, taste the crush of metal and the salt of your blood in your mouth after being properly pistol-whipped for the first (and hopefully only) time in your life\n\n\\\u003eThe smell of whiskey\n\n\\\u003eBut it's not Sam's dad behind the wheel\n\n\\\u003eIt's an old wolf\n\n\\\u003eHis gray fur is nearly white, and he's wearing thick-rimmed glasses, betraying his poor eyesight\n\n\\\u003e\"What the HELL do you think you're doing!?\" he roars at you\n\n\\\u003eYou don't meet his accusing gaze\n\n\\\u003eYou can't take your eyes off the car\n\n\\\u003eIt's like seeing a ghost in broad daylight\n\n\\\u003e\"I could have killed you, you know that?\" the old wolf continues. “I almost didn't see you with how bad my eyes- never mind.\"\n\n“Sorry,\" you mumble\n\n\\\u003eBut you're not sorry\n\n\\\u003eYou mean, not really sorry. You're feeling a whole lot of something else right now\n\n\\\u003eYou look up in to the wolf's cataracts, his scowl, and see the whiteness of his eyes\n\n\\\u003eTheir tiredness\n\n\\\u003eTheir fury and yet their kindness\n\n\\\u003eHonestly, one look at this guy and you can tell he's a nice mammal – just a little pissed off right now\n\n\\\u003eHe's right to be angry, you know?\n\n“Can I ask you a question?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"A question? Why don't you answer some question-“\n\n“Where did you get this car?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"At an auction damnit, now why were did you jump out in front of me like that!?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head and look down the street\n\n\\\u003eSam is a small, olive-green blur down the length of the sidewalk\n\n“Sorry sir, just some kids doing some really dumb shit,\" you shrug\n\n\\\u003eAnd that's all he's going to get\n\n\\\u003eHe starts to say something else, but you're already walking towards Sam, brushing yourself off from the gutter grime and accumulated dirt\n\n\\\u003eThe old car hums there on the side of the road for a few more seconds before aching back down the street – likely on the lookout for more stupid kids trying to race cars\n\n\\\u003eSam is where you left her\n\n\\\u003eHer hands tease at her ears ever so slightly, and you can't help but notice the way they're quaking\n\n\\\u003eAnd that's okay\n\n“So, I guess that means I win, right?\" you venture\n\n\\\u003eTo your surprise, Sam nods in agreement\n\n\\\u003e\"G-guess you win this r-r-round.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shrug, noticing the distinct ache in your body\n\n\\\u003eEver since last Halloween you've been a lot more tender in the bone\n\n\\\u003eYour muscles ache more\n\n\\\u003eAnd your headaches?\n\n\\\u003eThey could put down an elephant\n\n\\\u003eProbably from the metal plate in your cracked skull\n\n“Sam, I don't think I can handle a round two. Are you saying you and Jacob used to do this for fun?\"\n\n\\\u003eLooking around, as if suddenly aware of her surroundings Sam gives a faint nod, sending her feathered hair over her eyes\n\n\\\u003e\"W-well it was e-e-easier for m-me and him, because well, y-y-you know…\"\n\n\\\u003eShe lifts up one of her legs\n\n\\\u003eThat much is obvious\n\n\\\u003eYou drop down onto the cement sidewalk and she follows suit, falling with all the gravity of a feather pillow\n\n\\\u003eNo sense in dancing around it\n\n\\\u003eThis is Sam's old neighborhood\n\n\\\u003eBut why?\n\n\\\u003eWhy did she bring you here?\n\n“I take it you recognized that car?\"\n\n\\\u003eSam nods\n\n\\\u003eYour left hand starts snaking its way over to Sam's resting right hand\n\n\\\u003eWith enough stealth you can sneak your hand into hers like you're smuggling your heart inside her body\n\n\\\u003eBut much to your disappointment, she retracts her hand and begins to stroke at her ears\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I don't know h-how, but that w-was my dad's old c-c-car. I w-would recognize i-it anywhere,\" she says, casting her golden eyes about, drinking in her surroundings\n\n\\\u003eShe at last settles on you, and you smile\n\n\\\u003eBut she doesn't return the gesture\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I'm sorry, A-Anon. I j-just froze up wh-when I saw that p-piece of shit.\"\n\n“Lotta memories attached to that rustbucket, huh?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe nods at you\n\n\\\u003e\"P-painful memories. N-not like w-w-with your car. Th-those are happy m-memories,\" she says, before turning her attention back on the houses  \n \\\u003eYou lean back\n\n\\\u003eYou've noticed that ever since this October has rolled around, she's gotten a lot more…\n\n\\\u003eDistant?\n\n\\\u003eYou watch as leaves are brushed down the road by the wind, like an orange and yellow storm\n\n\\\u003eAll the clatter  \n \\\u003eNone of the thunder\n\n\\\u003eYou can't blame her for being distant this time of year\n\n\\\u003eAnd in this part of town\n\n\\\u003eYou'd be trapped in your memories as well\n\n\\\u003eIt was still high afternoon, and though the sun was beating down on you, the air was chilled and cold, and the wind didn't help either\n\n\\\u003eYou glance at your own parked car just a few feet away\n\n“Wanna go home, Sam?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe shakes her head\n\n\\\u003eWat\n\n\\\u003e\"N-not yet. A-actually th-there was so-something I w-w-wanted to do here…\"\n\n\\\u003eShe turns her focus down to her feet\n\n\\\u003eAway from you\n\n\\\u003e\"B-But I didn't wa-want to do it a-a-alone.\"\n\n“What did you have in mind?\"\n\n\\\u003eOh  \n \\\u003eOHHHH  \n \\\u003eYou know where you are, and just being here brings you back to that night almost a year ago\n\n\\\u003eWhen you dropped Sam off at her house for the first time\n\n\\\u003eYou're idling in your car outside of a dilapidated, one-story house, encircled by a chain-link fence\n\n\\\u003eThe “yard\" is just a barren patch of dirt covered in old leaves and garbage\n\n\\\u003eThere's a “For Sale\" sign out in the yard, but given how long you know it's been there you don't think this is going to change any time soon\n\n\\\u003eProperty out here isn't exactly selling like hotcakes\n\n\\\u003eYou turn to Sam, who is waiting in the passenger seat, intently focused on her old home\n\n“You sure about this?\" you say, a questioning tone creeping in to your voice. “I mean, what if it's locked?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Y-yeah. T-this is so-something I need to do.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe pauses, her hands on the seatbelt\n\n\\\u003eShe turns to you with a somewhat-rattled expression, and then, with a pleading in her voice, something that reminds you of the old Sam, she squeaks, “Come with me?\"\n\n\\\u003eAnd as you expected, it's fucking locked\n\n\\\u003eOf course it's locked!\n\n\\\u003eNobody wants some weirdos (like you two) breaking in to foreclosed and bank-owned property\n\n\\\u003eBut Sam has other plans\n\n\\\u003eShe starts digging along the side of the concrete stoop\n\n\\\u003eRabbits, you guess\n\n\\\u003eShe emerges not with a carrot, but with triumphant and dirty paws\n\n“Burrowing instincts?\" you joke\n\n\\\u003eSam shakes her head ever-so-slightly\n\n\\\u003eShe holds up a gleaming silver key to you\n\n\\\u003eWell, it's not really “gleaming\" because it's caked in dirt and mud, but it might as well be gleaming\n\n\\\u003e\"F-f-f-for when d-d-dad would p-pass out and I g-g-got home l-late,\" she explains\n\n\\\u003eShe turns towards the door and summons a few fortifying breaths\n\n\\\u003eYou place your palm on her back as if to keep her from collapsing\n\n\\\u003eShe stares at the door, stubborn\n\n\\\u003eOlder now\n\n\\\u003eDifferent, changed\n\n\\\u003eGrown\n\n\\\u003eLike old brick buildings in abandoned factory towns, remaining standing, borne on the refusal to crumble into waste and masonry\n\n\\\u003eShe puts the key into the lock\n\n\\\u003eAnd opens the door\n\n[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2k7SjfT7mc](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2k7SjfT7mc)\n\n\\\u003eThe inside of Sam's house is barren\n\n\\\u003eNot that you're surprised\n\n\\\u003eEverything was likely cleared out after Sam's father stopped making payments and the bank repossessed the property\n\n\\\u003eBut even just standing in the entryway, you can still feel the suffocation\n\n\\\u003eThe gashes and dents on the inside of the door\n\n\\\u003eThe shadows of faded paint left by old furniture pressed up against the wall\n\n\\\u003eTheir imprints on the disgusting carpet, as if they were still in here\n\n\\\u003eLike ghosts\n\n\\\u003eChrist, it even still smells like stale cigarette smoke\n\n\\\u003eYou follow Sam in to what must be the kitchen, fading orange sunlight now filtering in through the windows, heralding a quick dusk's arrival\n\n\\\u003eSam turns around and looks behind you\n\n\\\u003eAt the entrance to the kitchen\n\n\\\u003eYou follow her gaze\n\n\\\u003eStrange\n\n\\\u003eThere's a bullet hole punched in to the frame\n\n“Do you know about that?\" you ask, nodding towards the door\n\n\\\u003eShe nods back\n\n\\\u003e\"J-Jacob a-almost killed my d-d-dad-“\n\n“Seriously?\"  \n \\\u003e\"R-right where yo-you're standing.\"\n\n\\\u003eEmbarrassingly enough, you jump back, as if expecting to see a huge pool of blood beneath your feet\n\n\\\u003eBut it's just old and dusty tile\n\n\\\u003eSam just looks tired, distant, trapped in the grasp of a memory\n\n\\\u003eYou try and collect yourself a bit\n\n“Is it wrong to say that I don't find that surprising?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What?\" she says, shaking herself out of her memory  \n “That your older brother tried killing your dad? I mean, I only met him a couple of times and I'd have done the same thing.\"\n\n\\\u003eSam shakes her head\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I don't think Jacob c-c-could have ever g-gone through with i-it. He was a l-lot like d-d-dad…\"\n\n“In the worst way?\" you say, finishing her sentence\n\n\\\u003eShe nods\n\n\\\u003e\"B-but there w-was a p-part of h-him that was b-better than dad… t-that part of h-him that tried to keep m-me safe, make me t-t-tough. T-that's the J-Jacob I choose to r-remember.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou offer a smile\n\n“I think you did that all by yourself.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"W-what?\"\n\n“Kept yourself safe, I mean. I think you were doing that even after Jacob was gone.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe offers a weak, unsteady smile in return, like she doesn't entirely believe what you have to say\n\n\\\u003eSam walks past you, as quiet as a mouse, her attention fixed on… well… everything?\n\n\\\u003eYou know she hasn't been back here since… well… you rescued her\n\n\\\u003eOr did she really rescue herself?\n\n\\\u003eIt doesn't matter now, right?\n\n\\\u003eAnd-\n\n\\\u003eHey\n\n\\\u003eWhere'd she go?\n\n\\\u003eYou were so fixated on the bullet hole above the frame in the kitchen that you lost her\n\n\\\u003eYou venture out into the narrow hallway, still half-expecting to see Sam's dad standing in the door\n\n\\\u003eBut it's just empty\n\n\\\u003eAnd kinda cold\n\n\\\u003eYou find Sam in a barren room, staring at the walls\n\n\\\u003eIt doesn't look like she's even noticed you were here\n\n\\\u003eAhhhh now this is familiar to you\n\n\\\u003eThis is her old room\n\n\\\u003eThough all her tacked-up drawings have long since come down and been trashed by the bank's contractors, the holes in the walls are still there  \n \\\u003eYou remember being in this room while she frantically rushed around, trying to save her drawings and comic books in a backpack which you refused to take with you\n\n“Hey,\" you say, rapping on her window\n\n\\\u003eSam jumps a few feet into the air\n\n“Sorry-“\n\n\\\u003e\"O-oh, yo-you're okay… I just g-g-got a bit lost in my h-head.\"\n\n“Remember when you jumped out this window to escape?\" you say\n\n\\\u003eA slight smile crosses her face\n\n\\\u003e\"I r-remember. I also r-r-remember when you k-kicked my d-dad in the face.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shrug\n\n“It had to be done.\"  \n \\\u003e\"You sh-shoulda kicked him h-harder,\" Sam murmurs, returning her focus to the walls\n\n\\\u003eYou sigh\n\n“Sam, it's getting late. What did you come here for?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe sun was well on its way down by now\n\n\\\u003eAnd it was starting to get REALLY cold\n\n\\\u003ePlus, your head was starting to ache again\n\n\\\u003e\"I u-used to have c-c-comic b-books… my b-brother's o-old ones… a-and I was hoping they w-would st-still be here…\"\n\n\\\u003eYou sigh\n\n“C'mon, really? We came here for comic books? Of course they're not going to be here.\"\n\n\\\u003eSam flashes a hurt look as she shrinks into her sweater\n\n\\\u003eFuck\n\n\\\u003eYou sometimes forget how fragile she is\n\n\\\u003e\"S-sorry. Y-you're right. I-it was s-silly to think th-they'd still be h-here. T-they're p-probably in the d-dump right n-now,\" she says with a defeated sigh\n\n\\\u003e\"B-but this isn't j-just about the c-c-c-c-comic books. I wa-wanted to b-be here a-again. O-one more t-time.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"O-on my t-terms. N-not on h-his. N-not ag-against my w-will.\"\n\n\\\u003eWhat was that about being fragile, Anon, you retard?\n\n\\\u003eThis time Sam smiles at you, a weak smile, but there's an anxious strength behind it\n\n\\\u003e\"W-we can g-g-go now, A-Anon. I-I'm ready to go h-h-home.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou drive home in near-silence, gunning your car out of Sam's neighborhood\n\n\\\u003eYou don't talk much – you don't need to\n\n\\\u003eInstead, you sneak a few glances over at her during stops in traffic\n\n\\\u003eShe looks exhausted\n\n\\\u003eMore so than usual\n\n\\\u003eAs if her mind is full up on storms, and she's tired of weathering them\n\n\\\u003eYou know, she really has come a long way\n\n\\\u003eAnd she still has a long way to go\n\n\\\u003eAnd no matter how hard she tries, some scars will never, ever heal\n\n\\\u003eAnd that's okay\n\n\\\u003eLike a broken jar, you can put the pieces back together\n\n\\\u003eBut it will never be perfect again (if it ever was to begin with)\n\n\\\u003eIt's not like that matters\n\n\\\u003eYou love that about her\n\n\\\u003eThe history you share\n\n\\\u003eThe wounds she wears\n\n\\\u003eShe's stronger than she thinks\n\n\\\u003eAnd you just wish she'd realize that\n\n\\\u003eYour house is empty when you and Sam get home\n\n\\\u003eNot a surprise – it's Saturday\n\n\\\u003eStill, Sam has to ask\n\n\\\u003e\"W-where are your p-parents?\" she squeaks\n\n\\\u003eYou take a sip of Dr. Bepper and set the can down on your granite countertops\n\n\\\u003eA stark contrast from Sam's old house\n\n“Mom is at 'book club' which is really just an excuse for old white women to sit around and get drunk and gossip.\"\n\n“Dad is out at a car show downtown doing boomer shit, probably getting drunk as well.\"\n\n\\\u003eSam looks confused\n\n\\\u003e\"Y-You need an excuse to g-g-g-get drunk?\"\n\n\\\u003eOh\n\n\\\u003eRight\n\n\\\u003eYou take another awkward sip of your Dr. Bepper\n\n\\\u003e\"N-not in my f-f-family,\" she says with a surprisingly candid tone. “W-w-we d-don't let society h-hold us b-back.\"\n\n“Just you versus poverty right Sam?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe giggles\n\n\\\u003e\"A-a-and the a-abuse.\"\n\n\\\u003eJesus that got dark real fast\n\n\\\u003eBut even if it is a dark subject, Sam seems to be approaching it with a surprising amount of levity\n\n\\\u003eStill, you aren't sure how to proceed\n\n\\\u003eLike… do you joke along with her?  \n \\\u003eIt's hard to broach these things, and you still feel like you're trying to disarm a nuclear warhead with a hammer sometimes\n\n\\\u003e\"B-but you kn-know,\" she says, now setting her can down on the counter, “i-it wasn't always the p-physical a-a-abuse that g-g-got to me.\"\n\n\\\u003ePerhaps without thinking, she lifts up her sweater, exposing her midriff and tummy\n\n\\\u003eHer thin frame, padded in fur, barely strains against her jeans\n\n\\\u003e\"I-It was the h-h-hunger. D-dad n-never kept f-f-food in the h-house after m-mom l-left, and I w-wasn't high on t-the list of priorities s-s-so…\"\n\n“Yeah, you're built like a bird, Sam. And I mean that in a nice way – I promise.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"O-one meal a day will d-d-do that to y-you,\" she says. And then without warning, she asks:\n\n\\\u003e\"D-do you c-care if I'm t-t-too skinny?\"\n\n“What?\"  \n \\\u003e\"I m-mean, other m-mammals are t-t-t-t-t-t-t-“\n\n“Thick?\"  \n \\\u003e\"Y-yeah, t-thick. And I-I'm…?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe trails off\n\n“A stick, Sam. You're a pear-shaped stick. And you're my stick.\"\n\nYou set your can down and wrap your arms around Sam, bringing her in for a protest-free hug\n\n\\\u003eShe gasps a little as you practically envelop her\n\n\\\u003eAnd there it is\n\n\\\u003eThat familiar delicacy that you've come to know as Samantha “Sam\" Garlen, against you, her face pressed involuntarily in to your chest\n\n\\\u003eYou feel her start to squeak and shake, like a mouse caught in a trap, but frankly, you don't feel like letting go\n\n\\\u003eIt feels… good… to hold her like this\n\n\\\u003eYou haven't in a long, long time\n\n\\\u003eBut she doesn't melt into you like you expect\n\n\\\u003eShe remains rigid\n\n\\\u003eYou look down at her, and she beams up at you, her eyes huge and shot-wide, unsure of what to do\n\n\\\u003eYou'd have thought that after almost a year of dating you'd have been past this\n\n\\\u003eBut…\n\n\\\u003eYou sigh internally\n\n\\\u003e…Things like this might take more time than you think\n\n“S-Sorry,\" you say, at last freeing her from your grasp\n\n\\\u003eYou don't really understand her\n\n\\\u003eAt least today\n\n\\\u003eFirst it was 'let's go do this dangerous thing!'\n\n\\\u003eAnd then it was 'bravely go back in to my abusive childhood home!'\n\n\\\u003eBut now she can't even be hugged?\n\n\\\u003e\"A-anon?\" she says, with that familiar, shuddering yaoi breath\n\n“Sam?\" you say, pretty nonchalantly  \n \\\u003e\"I w-want to do s-s-something f-f-for you,\" she says\n\n\\\u003eThe way she's looking up at you\n\n\\\u003eThat blush high in her cheeks\n\n\\\u003eThe sparkle in her eyes  \n \\\u003eHer heavy breathing\n\n\\\u003eYour heartbeat starts to quicken, and all of the sudden you're thinking with the lesser of two heads\n\n\\\u003eShe can't mean…\n\n\\\u003eNo…\n\n“I-I think I want that too, Sam. Are you sure?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe nods, very slowly, as if only now just becoming certain herself of the intentions written in her heart\n\n\\\u003e\"I a-a-a-a-am.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Y-you g-g-gotta measure the m-milk properly o-or else it g-g-gets all watery,\" Sam says, pouring a glass of milk into a measuring cup\n\n\\\u003eOn the stove a pot of macaroni noodles dance in a rolling boil\n\n\\\u003eAnd at the dinner table, somewhat disappointed, but still excited for Sam's cooking is you, Anonymous, watching your bunny gf dart around the kitchen\n\n\\\u003eYou were kinda hoping you were going to get… lucky…\n\n\\\u003eBut hey macaroni and cheese is a good alternative\n\n\\\u003eRight?\n\n\\\u003eSam though… Sam looks beyond happy with herself\n\n\\\u003eEven with the mundane task that is pouring pasta water down the sink\n\n\\\u003eThat glint in her eyes, the smile on her face\n\n\\\u003eThe way she squeaks with excitement as you point out your strainer to her?  \n \\\u003eThat's almost as good as losing your virginity\n\n\\\u003eA few minutes later, Sam sets a bowl of cheap mac and cheese in front of you\n\n\\\u003eShe takes her place next to you, a bowl of her own\n\n\\\u003eNormally you're at the dining hall at your college, but since you started coming home for the weekends to see Sam, you've gotten accustomed to family dinners with her and mom and dad\n\n\\\u003eThis…\n\n\\\u003eThis is better\n\n\\\u003e\"I u-used to make t-this for my b-brother almost e-every night,\" she explains. “D-dad w-would never eat it t-t-though. I h-hardly saw him e-eat.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou put your fork down, almost into your inaugural bite\n\n“No kidding?\"\n\n\\\u003eSam takes a large mouthful of plasticy yellow cheese\n\n“P-poverty. T-this s-s-stuff is l-like less than a d-dollar at the s-s-store and even I can m-make it.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou take a huge bite of Sam's poverty meal, in a kitchen that likely cost the same as her childhood house\n\n\\\u003eThe dichotomy is… cheesy\n\n\\\u003eSam, on the other hand, eats in slow and careful bites\n\n\\\u003eShe isn't as ravenous as she used to be now that she lives with your family\n\n\\\u003eAmong people who care about her, and provide her (in abundance) with the barest necessities like food and shelter\n\n\\\u003eAnd love\n\n\\\u003eWell, you do that part\n\n\\\u003eYour Saturday evening with Sam couldn't have been more mundane\n\n\\\u003eThe two of you drop onto the couch together after dinner concludes and the dishes are put away\n\n\\\u003eChrist, what is there to even do around here?\n\n\\\u003eHow does Sam occupy her free-time when she's not in school or working?\n\n\\\u003eSam sits an appreciable distance away from you as you pull up an old classic on the TV – Donnie Darko\n\n\\\u003eYou sit down next to her, and pull her in\n\n\\\u003eShe's as stiff as ever, her body a livewire of shaking tension\n\n\\\u003eFuck you, bunny\n\n\\\u003eYou want to struggle?  \n \\\u003eYou get the snuggle\n\n\\\u003eBut it's of little use\n\n\\\u003eThe whole time you've got her next to you it feels like she's somewhere else, lost in her head\n\n\\\u003eIt was this way in the kitchen too, and her old house\n\n\\\u003eAnd that?\n\n\\\u003eThat kinda hurts\n\n\\\u003eYou pull back from her, now feeling stung in that space between your ribs\n\n“Can I ask you something?\"  \n \\\u003eYour finger finds the remote and you pause the movie\n\n“Is there something wrong?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"W-what?\"  \n “Seriously, is there something wrong? Anything wrong? You've been acting so… standoffish today.\"\n\n\\\u003eA shock of brown hair falls over Sam's eyes, but she doesn't brush it aside\n\n\\\u003eYou can tell she's studying you\n\n\\\u003eShe isn't…\n\n\\\u003eThinking about ending it?\n\n\\\u003eOh fuck\n\n\\\u003eIs that why she's been acting so strange today?\n\n\\\u003eShe can't do that; she wouldn't have anywhere to go!\n\n\\\u003eShe'd be homeless\n\n\\\u003eAnd you've awkwardly trapped her in another bad housing situation by choosing to be with her\n\n\\\u003eChrist, this is how this kinda shit happens to people isn't it?  \n \\\u003eAlways special circumstances\n\n\\\u003eAnd the victim waiting on disaster to strike\n\n\\\u003eBut, what if you yourself are that disaster?\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I w-want to take a s-shower,\" she says, quite suddenly\n\n\\\u003eSam rises from the couch with little grace, wobbling as she does so\n\n\\\u003eShe pulls up her jeans around her wiry frame and throws one last look over at you\n\n\\\u003eThere's a sad attempt at a smile that dies on her lips\n\n\\\u003eIt's over, isn't it?\n\n\\\u003eYou sit in your room head buried in your pillow\n\n\\\u003eWhat did you do wrong?\n\n\\\u003eYou swear, you've done everything you're supposed to\n\n\\\u003eYou've been a good boyfriend\n\n\\\u003eYou've even been a good human being\n\n\\\u003eAnd now she just wants to end it?  \n \\\u003eYou smother a scream in your throat\n\n\\\u003eThe hiss of the shower helps to drown out some of the chastising voices in your head\n\n\\\u003eYou can't believe that just a wall away Sam is in there, trying to decide how she's going to break the news to you\n\n\\\u003eYou can almost hear her say it\n\n\\\u003e\"A-Anon, I t-t-think we n-need to see o-o-other p-people.\"\n\n\\\u003eChrist, and you thought an inter-species relationship could work!?\n\n\\\u003e\"A-Anon I c-c-can't be with a h-h-human.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"A-Anon, I l-love you b-b-but-“\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon\"\n\n\\\u003e\"A-Anon\"\n\n\\\u003eYou lift your head and turn over in your bed\n\n\\\u003eSam is\n\n\\\u003eHOLY SHIT\n\n\\\u003eSam is standing in the entrance to your room wearing nothing but a towel practically up to her shoulders\n\n\\\u003eHer fur is sopping wet\n\n\\\u003eHer cheeks are BURNING red, and she can't quite meet your gaze\n\n\\\u003e\"A-Anon?\" she squeaks, not so much nervous/embarrassed as she is… scared?\n\n\\\u003e…\n\n“Sam?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I have so-something I want to s-show you.\"\n\n\\\u003eYa think?\n\n\\\u003eYou sit up in your bed and watch as Sam's towel falls to the floor in a big pile around her feet\n\n\\\u003eThere you behold Sam's naked body\n\n\\\u003eBut it's not what you expect\n\n\\\u003eYour eyes aren't immediately drawn to the tender swell of her breasts, the pinkness of her nipples, the bow of her hips\n\n\\\u003eBut to the welts and scars from past abuse\n\n\\\u003eThe most prominent of them being a few nasty burn marks high up on her right shoulder\n\n\\\u003eIt looks like a cluster of small rings – as if someone had held a car's cigarette lighter against her skin for some time\n\n\\\u003eAt her hips there's some missing fur and discoloration, likely where a few nasty hits landed that never quite healed\n\n\\\u003eTravel further inward and there's the same pattern on her inner thighs, where someone might not think to look for signs of abuse and violence\n\n\\\u003eThese are old, old wounds\n\n\\\u003eYou're reminded again of the broken jar – how you can put all the pieces back together, but it will never be perfect again\n\n\\\u003eWhat you're seeing now, standing nervously in the entrance to your room, is more than just a bashful and nervous female rabbit\n\n\\\u003eYou're seeing her fracture marks\n\n\\\u003eWhere the imperfections and cracks had been etched into her tender skin\n\n\\\u003eWhere she bore all the pain and the hurt\n\n\\\u003eWhere she shattered\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I k-know it-it's not p-p-pretty, b-but I w-wanted you to s-s-see me.\"\n\n\\\u003eHeavy breathing\n\n\\\u003e\"A-all o-of me. I w-w-want to l-learn to let g-go of what he d-d-did to me.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou scan her up and down\n\n\\\u003eEyes passing over the wetness of her fur\n\n\\\u003eThe slenderness of her shoulders, their roll, her pinched in torso and bowed out hips\n\n\\\u003eProminent thighs and haunches\n\n\\\u003eThe bareness of her sex, a pink slit against the chestnut-brown of her fur\n\n\\\u003eIn fact, after a few seconds, you hardly even notice the scars\n\n\\\u003eThe welts\n\n\\\u003eThe burn marks\n\n\\\u003eAfter a few silent and awkward seconds, Sam lightly rests her arm across her meager chest as she bends over to pick up her towel\n\n\\\u003e\"S-s-sorry I s-s-should g-g-go and g-g-get d-dressed,\" she says, voice shaking. “This w-was a b-b-b-bad idea.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou're so dumbstruck by her beauty, so blind-sighted by the blood pulsing in your body, that you almost forget to stop her\n\n\\\u003eAlmost\n\n“Sam, wait, wait,\" you say, now sitting all the way up on your bed\n\n\\\u003eThe bunny pauses and looks up at you\n\n\\\u003eShe looks like she's about to cry, but is holding it back\n\n\\\u003eLike levies holding back a riptide\n\n\\\u003eYou pat the bed\n\n“Come on, sit down for a second.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe bends over to pick up the towel\n\n“Without the towel, Sam.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe scampers over to the bed with one last look at the towel, and plops down, her tender frame hardly making an imprint t in the sheets\n\n\\\u003eYou turn to face her, staring deeply into her eyes\n\n\\\u003eAnd then your attention flicks to the burn marks on her shoulders\n\n“Can I?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou lift a finger\n\n\\\u003eLooking down at her feet, she nods\n\n\\\u003eYou gingerly grab under her arm, and can feel the quaking in her body\n\n\\\u003eYour heart really goes out to her\n\n\\\u003eYou draw your index finger very slowly around her burn marks, where the fur never grew back, where the skin scarred over\n\n\\\u003eThey're quite prominent, and there's quite a lot of them\n\n\\\u003eThe flesh feels coarse and gritty, all the things which flesh should not feel\n\n\\\u003e\"T-t-they never h-h-healed properly,\" Sam wheezes as you continue to feel for yourself the ages of pain she's held onto on her body\n\n“You've never been to a doctor for this either?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe shakes her head\n\n\\\u003eOf course she's never been to a doctor\n\n\\\u003e\"C-car cigarette l-l-l-lighter,\" she says, exhaling another held, nervous breath. “J-Jacob and I t-t-t-tried to r-r-run away. Dad wa-wasn't happy.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou say nothing as your touch travels down\n\n\\\u003eBeneath her pert breasts she's missing a good bit of fur as well, with a faded sear mark\n\n\\\u003e\"C-clothes iron,\" she wheezes as your fingers delicately trace the shadow of her abuse. “M-mom g-g-got caught c-c-cheating… s-she t-took it out o-on me.\"\n\n\\\u003eYour eyes drop between her legs\n\n\\\u003eYou notice some old welts and bruises that never properly healed on her inner thighs\n\n\\\u003eShe notices you looking\n\n\\\u003eYou flick your eyes upwards\n\n“You don't have to if you don't want to. I won't make you show me.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"N-no. T-this is s-s-something I've n-needed to d-d-d-do for a long t-t-time,\" she says\n\n\\\u003eThough her heavy thighs and powerful legs tremble, she parts them, ever so slightly, not only revealing the pink slit of her womanhood, but of the darker fur that never quite healed properly\n\n\\\u003e\"D-dad u-used to g-g-get me with the b-b-belt right th-there. L-less o-obvious.\"\n\n“You never fought back, did you?\"  \n \\\u003eShe gasps as you touch her inner thigh\n\n\\\u003e\"T-t-t-this is me f-fighting back,\" she says with a strained expression\n\n\\\u003eHer eyes flutter shut\n\n\\\u003eHer legs part even wider, and though you hate yourself for it, you can't help but notice the way her outer lips glisten with moisture – be it from the shower or from the excitement\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I k-know it's not p-pretty,\" she grunts as you lightly touch her bruised thighs, “b-b-but I w-w-want you t-t-t-to s-see me w-w-without s-“\n\n“Shame?\" you say, looking up at her, though she refuses to meet your eyes\n\n\\\u003eShe turns her head upward and swallows a hard lump in her throat\n\n“Are you ashamed of what happened to you, Sam?\"\n\n\\\u003eAfter a few seconds of hesitation, she says, “N-no. I d-didn't d-deserve what happened t-to me. N-neither did J-Jacob.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou sit back on the bed\n\n“Can I show you something?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe nods\n\n\\\u003eYou grab her trembling hand and place at the back of your skull\n\n\\\u003eShe gasps, just high enough to be heard, but low enough to be quiet\n\n\\\u003e\"I-is t-t-this from H-Halloween?\" she says, now freely feeling the metal plate in the back of your once-shattered skull\n\n“It is. From when Vanessa nearly killed me. Hurled me against the door and across the school a few times. I mean, it's less serious than what you've got – but it's a part of me I want you to know about.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I was t-there. Y-you fought bravely, A-Anon.\"\n\n“Something that matters, right?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou roll back your sleeve and hold up your pale flesh to the light\n\n\\\u003eThe crooked line of an old slash mark still shows\n\n\\\u003eA scar that will never heal\n\n“From when I slashed my wrist to undo the ritual. All that blood in the basin. You remember?\"\n\n\\\u003eStill fixated on your scar, Sam nods\n\n“They told me it'd never heal.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I k-know h-how that goes. I-I'll always h-have these u-ugly s-s-scars and w-w-welts and marks,\" she says, drawing a delicate finger around her burn marks\n\n\\\u003eOkay Anonymous\n\n\\\u003eNow is where you say it:\n\n“They're not ugly. At all. They're painful parts of your story, just like my headplate and wrist scar is. Not on the same level, but they're parts of who you are and who I am, as cliché as that sounds. Same with your stutter.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"M-my s-stutter?\"\n\n“I used to hate it. And if you want to get rid of it I support you, but right now, I think it's beautiful… because it's yours.\"\n\n\\\u003eYour throat starts to tighten, like a pleasant, soppy vise around your neck\n\n\\\u003eDon't cry, you big bitch\n\n“Goddamnit you dumb bunny. I think you're beautiful. And I love you. Even the s-stutter.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe giggles a little, her posture visibly relaxing, the iron-rod straightness of her spine melting into…\n\n\\\u003eA macaroni noodle?\n\n\\\u003e\"I-it's p-pretty bad isn't i-it?\"\n\n“Y-yes, it i-i-is,\" you fire back with a smirk\n\n\\\u003eShe lightly punches you on the arm\n\n“W-well f-f-fuck you t-t-t-too, you h-hairless a-ape.\"\n\n“C'mon, us hummies can't be that bad, can we?\"  \n \\\u003e\"N-no g-good in a r-r-race,\" she says, now counting off the ways humans are inferior to rabbits\n\n\\\u003eNo fur\n\n\\\u003eCan't run fast\n\n\\\u003eNo cute tails (she makes a point of pointing to her own poofy tail)\n\n\\\u003eNot even the strongest omnivore\n\n\\\u003e\"A-and y-y-you o-only have like t-two or t-three p-pups!\" she says at last, absentmindedly counting her fingers\n\n\\\u003eYou lean in awfully close and stitch a shit-eating grin to your dumb, sentimental face\n\n“First off, they're called babies…\" you say\n\n\\\u003eSam Shrinks away from you, only just a little, face glowing red, as if she suddenly remembered she is naked and on your bed\n\n\\\u003eDumb bunny\n\n“Second: is that a challenge?\"\n\n\\\u003e…\n\n\\\u003e…\n\n\\\u003eShe can't look at you, and you can't tell if that's cute or annoying\n\n\\\u003eHer eyes go to the ceiling, like the answer to that question is written on the walls\n\n\\\u003eHer hands go to her ears again, and she wrings them like they're wet\n\n\\\u003e\"W-w-w-w-well I w-w-w-was hoping we c-could…\"\n\n\\\u003eShe trails off, looking to you at last, if only to complete her request\n\n\\\u003eWell, it takes two to tango, right?\n\n\\\u003eAnd besides\n\n\\\u003eYou've seen porn and romance and stuff\n\n\\\u003eYou've got this in the bag\n\n\\\u003eAs if to answer her, you lean in close, your lips nearly touching\n\n“Seriously is this oka-“\n\n\\\u003eShe doesn't give you a reply\n\n\\\u003eBut she does give you a delicate, prolonged kiss on the lips\n\n\\\u003eNot forceful, not venturing, but long enough\n\n\\\u003eThe way a butterfly or humming bird might linger on a flower and then depart without so much as shaking the stem\n\n\\\u003eWith as much delicacy as she afforded you, you cup the back of her head and start to lean in to her, still kissing, prompting her to lean forward in response – like two logs resting against each other in the fire\n\n\\\u003eYou edge your body forward, against hers\n\n\\\u003eAnd for a moment, you break the kiss\n\n\\\u003eShe's already tense, breathing hard, staring up at you, expectant\n\n\\\u003e\"W-was that a-a-alright?\" she whispers like a shy schoolgirl\n\n“It was perfect.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou go in for another kiss and she responds in kind\n\n\\\u003eThe key here is moving slow\n\n\\\u003eBut not too slow\n\n\\\u003eYou saw this next move in a movie once\n\n\\\u003eOr you read about it on an imageboard\n\n\\\u003eYou forget\n\n\\\u003eEverything is a big, beautiful blur in your head right now, your heart throwing itself against your ribs so bad you're shaking\n\n\\\u003eThe feeling must be mutual, because Sam is shaking too\n\n\\\u003eThat's probably what prompts you to kiss your way down her neck – the nerves\n\n\\\u003eAnd boy does it pay off in spades\n\n\\\u003eThe minute your lips part pull at the fur at the side of her cheeks Sam lets out a small gasp\n\n\\\u003eSmiling, satisfied with your new discovery, you kiss further and further down her neckline, and the deeper you go, the more little squeaks and gasps you tease out from her\n\n\\\u003eOkay Anonymous, it sounds like you're playing the game correctly\n\n\\\u003eNow comes the big moment of truth\n\n\\\u003eYou dip low and kiss at her collarbone\n\n\\\u003eSam starts fidgeting, her powerful thighs grinding together ever-so-slightly\n\n\\\u003eMaybe she doesn't think you see her\n\n\\\u003eBut you do\n\n\\\u003eAll in time, though\n\n\\\u003eFirst…  \n \\\u003eUsing your left hand, you palm her breasts, running your hand over them, pausing to squeeze just a little, like they might pop if you squeeze too hard\n\n\\\u003eYou trace a circle around her now prominent and budding nipple, which glows especially pink against the chestnut coloring of her fur\n\n\\\u003eAnd then, without even thinking, you pop her other nipple into your mouth, sucking lightly\n\n\\\u003eThat…\n\n\\\u003eThat was a good idea\n\n\\\u003eSam gasps, eyes shooting open, and you feel her hands at the back of your head, pushing you against her\n\n\\\u003e\"C-c-c-c-c-c-careful,\" she whines. “T-t-t-they're s-s-s-s-sensitive.\"\n\n\\\u003eYour tongue encircles the flatness of her areola, and each sensitive centimeter it travels earns another whimper out of the bun\n\n\\\u003eYou totally see why people do this\n\n\\\u003eThis is awesome\n\n\\\u003eAnd given the stiffening rush of blood to your groin, you're enjoy this almost as much as Sam\n\n\\\u003eInstinct drives you\n\n\\\u003eYou slide your hand down her body\n\n\\\u003eLower\n\n\\\u003eAnd lower\n\n\\\u003eAnd lower, rounding out the fullness of her hips\n\n\\\u003eLetting it travel to her quaking thighs\n\n\\\u003eAnd your fingers pass over the spot with the welts and the missing fur\n\n\\\u003eYou look up in to her strained eyes, mouth full of bunnybreast\n\n\\\u003eShe nods and bites her lower lip as your probing touch finds its way to her wet sex\n\n\\\u003eThe minute your fingertips make contact with her buzzing clit she seems to melt into you, a weak gasp and her trembling thighs the only sign that she's still with you on this good earth\n\n\\\u003eNice\n\n\\\u003eSo you decide to spend a few precious seconds encircling her clit – almost like a joystick, really, in the way that you can give the lightest of touches and send a shiver up Sam's frail body\n\n\\\u003eLike you can control her\n\n\\\u003eWith a gentle persuasion, you push her back down against the bed, a free hand of yours still working her clit in gentle circles\n\n\\\u003eAnd that's when you get an idea\n\n\\\u003eYou start kissing your way down her chest\n\n\\\u003eTo that spot below her ribcage\n\n\\\u003eTo her slight, fuzzy tummy\n\n\\\u003eThen down\n\n\\\u003eFurther…\n\n\\\u003e…To her thighs, planting kisses and little nibbles as you go\n\n\\\u003eAnd it's there, between her legs, you notice that her nimble thighs are practically threaded together by thin, gossamer strands of the juices now leaking from her swollen pussy in volume\n\n\\\u003eIt's been a long time coming, Anonymous\n\n\\\u003eYou can no longer wait to get your eager mouth between her legs\n\n\\\u003eYou've always wondered how pussy tasted anyway\n\n\\\u003eThe smell is pretty normal… it just smells like wet fur\n\n\\\u003eYou close your eyes\n\n\\\u003eGrab her by her protruding hips\n\n\\\u003ePull your face forward\n\n\\\u003eStick your tongue out\n\n\\\u003eAnd\n\n\\\u003eLike an amateur, you give her one, long, shivering lick, from her slit to her clit\n\n\\\u003eHuh\n\n\\\u003eIt tastes like…\n\n\\\u003epeaches\n\n\\\u003eSlightly sweet, not very bitter\n\n\\\u003eA whole lot of wetness and fluids though\n\n\\\u003eYou've already got Sam all over your face\n\n\\\u003eSam isn't shy about how much she liked that\n\n\\\u003eAs you lick her again, foolishly not ambling for her clit like you should, she bows her back, paws digging in to the sheets like they're he only things keeping her on planet earth\n\n\\\u003eShe croons low, letting a pleasurable gasp roll out of the hollows of her chest\n\n\\\u003eYou spread her legs apart even wider and start lapping at her wet pussy, slurping and sucking like it was the last, most delicious fruit on the planet\n\n\\\u003eOut of (lucky) curiosity, your tongue ventures upwards and you give her buzzing clit an experimental flick\n\n\\\u003eSam throws both of her hands over her mouth to try and contain her squeaking pleasure\n\n\\\u003eJackpot\n\n\\\u003eYou delicately flick her clit again\n\n\\\u003eAnd again\n\n\\\u003eAnd again\n\n\\\u003eAnd again\n\n\\\u003eAnd each time you bring Sam higher and higher off the bed\n\n\\\u003eUntil you decide to go all out and lightly suck her now engorged clit into your mouth\n\n\\\u003e\"O-o-oh my G-G-God!\" Sam squeaks, only to silence herself with a palm over her mouth\n\n\\\u003eAnd you try to look up, your face glistening from her juices\n\n\\\u003eAnd she looks down at you\n\n\\\u003eAnd there are actual tears in her eyes\n\n\\\u003eIt gives you pause\n\n“Sam? Is everything-“\n\n\\\u003eA hand at the back of your head\n\n\\\u003eDelicate\n\n\\\u003eWhere your metal plate is\n\n\\\u003eShe pushes you back against her quivering body\n\n\\\u003e\"P-please…\"\n\n\\\u003eAnd you know what she's going to say next:\n\n\\\u003e\"D-don't stop.\"\n\n\\\u003eWell, the lady did ask nicely\n\n\\\u003eYou put your mouth over her clit and begin to lick and suck at it, clumsily, you might add\n\n\\\u003eIt's not a natural motion for you, but Sam doesn't seem to mind\n\n\\\u003eBy this point she's started gyrating her hips in a slow, gentle circle, squeaking and biting her fingers to keep quiet with every one of your ministrations\n\n\\\u003eYour hands can't help but feel… useless…\n\n\\\u003eWhy not try something else you read on an imageboard?\n\n\\\u003eWith all the expediency of a turtle on Xanax, you slide a finger between her outer lips\n\n\\\u003eAnd man, it slides in like Sam's trying to pull you inside\n\n\\\u003eSo…\n\n\\\u003eTHIS is what a vagina feels like\n\n\\\u003eYou could have been putting your dick inside of these things all throughout high school but you chose video games and drinking with your friends\n\n\\\u003e…\n\n\\\u003ePushing past the lingering regrets, you press your probing finger deeper in to her, feeling the tightness of her walls collapsing around you\n\n\\\u003eJesus\n\n\\\u003eBunpucci can make a man crazy\n\n\\\u003eYou pump your finger in and out of her while working her clit over with your tongue, your face glistening from her juices\n\n\\\u003eEach of your movements seems to push her closer and closer to the edge\n\n\\\u003eIt's funny, when you flick your tongue around her clit, you can physically feel her insides clench around your fingers\n\n\\\u003eAnd if that wasn't enough of a sign, she's pretty much ripped up your bed with her hands by this point, and it's only through sheer effort alone that she hasn't started having a seizure of some kind\n\n\\\u003eYou're not even GOOD at this, you think\n\n\\\u003eLike this is your first time\n\n\\\u003eShe must be especially sensitive\n\n\\\u003eProbably stopped taking her estrus pills and scent blockers since\n\n\\\u003eStill, you double down on her clit, and to show this poor bun you mean business, you pump your finger faster and faster into her quivering sex\n\n\\\u003e\"A-A-Anoooonnnn,\" she whines, rather loudly\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon I think I-“\n\n\\\u003eYou feel her body seize up, her inner walls clenching around your finger intense spasms\n\n\\\u003eIt's like being hugged by a huge wall of wet velvet\n\n\\\u003eBut the contractions of Sam's orgasm are too intense, and she actually manages to squeeze you out of her pussy\n\n\\\u003eHer bunny legs start thumping and beating against the bed at lightspeed as she mashes your face against her sex, grinding out her orgasm into your mouth\n\n\\\u003eYou're not protesting, but the volume of fluid and the fact that you can't breathe are worrisome\n\n\\\u003eYou tough it out, but it's not easy, and when Sam finally comes down, her chest heaving, you're breathless and can taste nothing but Sam's pussy juice as you gulp down air\n\n\\\u003eYou're on the floor\n\n\\\u003eStunned, but starting to get undressed…\n\n\\\u003e…While Sam is down and out, completely winded by her orgasm, her legs still involuntarily twitching like she was fleeing a predator\n\n“That was…\"\n\n\\\u003eSam barely lifts her head\n\n“So cute, Sam.\"\n\n“W-what?\" she replies, out of breath. “C-cute?\"  \n “You have the cutest moans ever, and the thing your legs do?\"\n\n\\\u003eHer head falls back, heavy with exhaustion, completely blissed out\n\n\\\u003eBut you're not done\n\n\\\u003eYou start shucking clothes\n\n\\\u003eFirst your pants (obviously)\n\n\\\u003eThen your shirt (obviously)\n\n\\\u003eLeaving you only in boxers, now stained with pre\n\n\\\u003eAnd Sam seems to be 'coming to' for lack of a better word\n\n\\\u003eShe sits up as she feels you slide in to bed next to her, and you can't help but smirk\n\n\\\u003eBunny stamina, right?\n\n\\\u003eSam looks at you, still breathing hard, and then walks her gaze down to your crotch\n\n\\\u003eYour boxers are little more than a tent with a single occupant\n\n\\\u003eShe reaches for it and begins…\n\n\\\u003e…You don't know how to describe this\n\n\\\u003eGliding a finger up and down its length?\n\n\\\u003eIt's not much, but it does feel good to have someone other than yourself doing some of the work\n\n\\\u003e\"I-i-it's so s-s-springy,\" she says, lightly stroking it now\n\n“That's nothing, you wanna see something cool?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe nods\n\n\\\u003eYou rake your underwear down, and just for fun, chuck your boxers at Sam\n\n\\\u003eThey catch her in the face\n\n\\\u003eShe's stunned, at first, eyes wide and confused, but then, perhaps without even thinking, she picks up your boxers and takes a deep huff\n\n\\\u003e…\n\n“What are you doing?\" you say, eyebrows narrowing  \n \\\u003eShe jerks back to reality, eyes still shot wide from the panic\n\n\\\u003eAnd then all at once shrinks in to herself, like a tiny, shy ball\n\n\\\u003e\"I g-g-got a bit confused. You s-s-smell good.\"\n\n\\\u003e…\n\n“Okay that's kinda cute,\" you say, if only to ease the sudden awkward tension\n\n\\\u003eYour plan was to show her the way you can make your cock twitch, but now it's just weird\n\n\\\u003eShe nods, but it's clear that she's lost right now as to what to do\n\n\\\u003eHer eyes dart to your crotch\n\n\\\u003eMore specifically to your cock\n\n\\\u003eThe way its crowned with a bead of glistening pre-cum seems to draw her attention\n\n\\\u003eAh, you know, this is (hopefully) the first penis she's seen\n\n\\\u003eShe reaches her hand out, this time gingerly gripping your shaft\n\n\\\u003e\"C-can I?\"\n\n“Of course you can! You don't need your permission to touch my dick, that's one of the benefits of-“\n\n\\\u003eWithout a second of warning Sam's head is between your legs, and what you thought was going to be a weak handjob turns into a very clumsy blowjob when she laps the pre-cum off your tip\n\n\\\u003eYou shiver a bit, gripping the sheets as her delicate tongue flicks out and drags itself up the length of your shaft, coaxing a bit of pre-cum out of you\n\n\\\u003eShe drags it up and down the shaft before taking your member into her mouth\n\n\\\u003eYou brace for the best feeling in the world (or so you've been sold by porn)\n\n\\\u003eBut it feels… different, than what you expect\n\n\\\u003eIt feels like something warm and wet is blossoming around your cock\n\n\\\u003eAnd then Sam's nimble tongue, wrapping itself around your girth as she very slowly and clumsily works you in and out of her mouth\n\n\\\u003eStill though\n\n\\\u003eLooking down and seeing a bunny between your legs is great\n\n\\\u003eEspecially the way she's gotten on to her hands and knees, so you can see padded rear up in the air\n\n\\\u003eYou reach across her body while she takes you deeper and deeper into her mouth…\n\n\\\u003e…And give her ass an appreciative squeeze\n\n\\\u003eShe squeaks a little as your fingers ply her body, but she keeps her attention on you\n\n\\\u003eIt's the light touch of her tongue, the feeling of her mouth around you, the wetness of your cock, that makes you yearn for something more… intimate… than just a blowjob\n\n\\\u003eYou tap her on the shoulders and she looks up at you\n\n\\\u003eNow there's something you never thought you'd see\n\n\\\u003eSam, with a cock in her mouth\n\n\\\u003eAbout this time a year ago you fucking hated her\n\n\\\u003eAnd more importantly, you thought she was a boy for YEARS\n\n\\\u003eBut now…\n\n“Sam, do me a favor, okay?\"  \n \\\u003e…Now you're about to make her a woman\n\n“Lay on the bed.\"\n\n\\\u003eSam\n\n\\\u003eOn her back\n\n\\\u003eLooking up at you, nervous, shy, fighting tears, her chest still heaving.\n\n\\\u003eHer bunny legs spread wide\n\n\\\u003eAnd you between them\n\n\\\u003eOr more accurately, your cock between them\n\n\\\u003e(You) are hovering over her, one arm keeping yourself propped up\n\n\\\u003eThe other guiding your cock against her wet lips\n\n\\\u003eYou start to push forward, just a little bit, hoping you've found her entrance\n\n\\\u003eShe squeaks a little bit, eyes clamping shut, which gives you pause\n\n\\\u003eShe looks so small… so fragile\n\n\\\u003eSo you have to ask\n\n“Is this something you want?\"  \n \\\u003eHer eyes crack open and she nods\n\n\\\u003e\"I w-w-want you, Anonymous. B-badly.\"  \n \\\u003eOh fuck, that's enough\n\n\\\u003eYou push forward, still slowly, but with enough force to actually enter her\n\n\\\u003eAnd once you do…\n\n\\\u003eFirst: her eyes clamp shut – there's undoubtedly some pain there\n\n\\\u003eBut the moan she makes once you bottom out, stretching her walls?  \n \\\u003eThat's what gets you going\n\n\\\u003eThis is so much better than just sticking a finger inside\n\n\\\u003eIt's like a hot, velvety, wet hug around your cock\n\n\\\u003eEvery centimeter of your cock feels like its getting massages and worked over by tiny little hands\n\n\\\u003eAnd you wonder?\n\n\\\u003eWhat would It feel like to thrust?\n\n\\\u003eYou glide back\n\n\\\u003eAnd then forward, feeling her body part and open up to you\n\n\\\u003eShe clamps down once you at last bottom out, and it feels nothing short of incredible\n\n\\\u003eEspecially since she's got her little arms around your chest now, hugging you against her lithe body as you start to piston in and out\n\n\\\u003eYou love feeling her\n\n\\\u003eThe weight of one person\n\n\\\u003eAnd so you spend some time there in missionary, thrusting in and out of her while Sam moans and calls your name, saying it over and over and over again as you bottom out, like it was some kind prayer to the gods of love\n\n\\\u003eYour hips collide together, and her legs start shaking and beating at the air, heralding the approach of Sam's second orgasm\n\n\\\u003eYou respond in kind, pressing yourself deeper and deeper inside of her, letting out a grunt of your own as Sam's eyes squeeze shut\n\n\\\u003eYou pick up the pace considerably, feeling every centimeter inside of her with your sensitive member\n\n\\\u003eIt feels like her walls are trying to suck the cum right out of you, the way they flex and contract with your every thrust, massaging your cock\n\n\\\u003eSam's fingers claw at your back in desperation, and her entire body tenses up, like a timebomb waiting to go off\n\n\\\u003eHere comes you trying to disarm a nuclear warhead with a hammer\n\n\\\u003eYou thrust, hard, inside of her, pressing your bodies together\n\n\\\u003eAnd that does it\n\n\\\u003e\"A-A-Anon!\" she squeaks\n\n\\\u003eYou feel her muscles contract around your cock, as if working to milk a load out of you\n\n\\\u003eAnd yourself can't hold back\n\n\\\u003eYou feel that electricity in your balls, that tingling sensation that crawls up your body and out the tip of your shaft\n\n\\\u003eYour thrusting reaches a frantic, sloppy pace, her juices and your cum mixing together as you unload inside of her, absolutely painting her insides with rope after rope of your hot cum\n\n\\\u003eAnd it's hardly enough for her\n\n\\\u003eIt must be biology, because when she feels you twitching and convulsing inside of her, her body follows suit\n\n\\\u003eHer third orgasm is a ripper\n\n\\\u003eShe claws into your back, her whole body constricting and contracting around you as you pulse inside of her, like a warm flower blossoming in her lower body\n\n\\\u003eAt last, after a few desperate thrusts more, you collapse against her, both of your bodies covered in sweat and exhausted\n\n\\\u003eThis must be the afterglow feeling that people talk about\n\n\\\u003eThat feeling of warmth and satisfaction that spreads from your cock (still embedded firmly inside Sam's pussy) which travels up to your whole body\n\n\\\u003eCumming inside your waifur is like completing the main quest in life\n\n\\\u003eAnd yet, you feel her hips start to move again; they gyrate and undulate very gently\n\n\\\u003eIt stirs your dick into action, and you into confusion\n\n\\\u003eYou sit up as Sam is still wiggling her hips, grinding your cock deeper into her\n\n“Y-you okay Sam?\"  \n \\\u003eShe nods, her face streaked with tears\n\n\\\u003eBut she's smiling\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I j-just can't really c-c-control my body right n-now,\" she says in a tired breath\n\n\\\u003e\"I-It's l-like I have this v-v-voice-“\n\n\\\u003eYou start to work with her motions\n\n\\\u003eFuck it, you're already starting to feel that tingling sensation in your cock again\n\n\\\u003e\"I-It's like I h-have this voice s-saying 'b-breed me.'\"  \n \\\u003eFUCK\n\n\\\u003eIt's like an instant rush of blood to your groin\n\n\\\u003eYou lift Sam's legs into the air, into a mating press\n\n\\\u003eIf she wants to be bred by human cock than so help you God you're the man for the job\n\n\\\u003eSam squeaks, but not in protest\n\n\\\u003eIn excitement\n\n\\\u003eYou piston down, spreading her insides all over again, impaling her on your cock\n\n\\\u003eWith Sam's powerful legs in the air as you thrust, the bed starts to groan and shake and squeak\n\n\\\u003eFuck it\n\n\\\u003eThis is exhausting, but being inside of her feels too good\n\n\\\u003eIt feels like you're having sex with an angel of some kind, and that every milking thrust is one step closer to God\n\n\\\u003ePlus you kinda love the way she's buried into your chest while you're buried up to the crotch inside of her\n\n\\\u003eIt all feels… right\n\n\\\u003eAnd so does fucking her, pistoning in and out, driving yourself inch by sensitive inch inside of her, until you bottom out, and your hips collide together in one loud slapping sound\n\n\\\u003eSo you keep doing this while she claws at the sheets to keep herself anchored to planet earth\n\n\\\u003eAnother one her shaking orgasms causes her to legs to beat like a hummingbird's wings, but you ignore it as you push further and further, your own orgasm fast-approaching, like a comet that earth can't possibly dodge\n\n\\\u003eFor the second time you cum inside of Sam, completing not just the main quest in life, but also the optional secret quest\n\n\\\u003eAnd then the side quests\n\n\\\u003eAnd then…\n\n\\\u003eTwo more orgasms (yours and hers) later…\n\n\\\u003e…You swear you're done, as you slowly pull out of Sam, sending a literal waterfall of jizz cascading onto the sheets\n\n\\\u003eWhat the fuck ever\n\n\\\u003eYou don't even care\n\n\\\u003eYou practically collapse on top of her\n\n\\\u003eFucking bunnies and their stamina and breeding instincts\n\n\\\u003eAnd their cuteness\n\n\\\u003eThe way her tender ribcage is heaving, but slowing down in its frantic rise and fall as the two of you bask in the afterglow\n\n\\\u003eOkay, you actually think you're going to be sore in the morning\n\n\\\u003eYou can't tell who fucked who anymore\n\n\\\u003eYou mean, you came in Sam like four times\n\n\\\u003eBut man, after the second the rest was a struggle\n\n\\\u003eYou did it for her, though, because\n\n\\\u003eYou love her\n\n\\\u003eYou roll over in the bed and end up facing one another\n\n\\\u003eAnd she's wide awake, eyes open, tears streaming down her, adding to her already sweat-sodden fur\n\n\\\u003eAh\n\n\\\u003eShe must be one of those “cry after sex types.\"\n\n\\\u003eFuck it\n\n\\\u003ePeople are allowed to feel what they fell\n\n\\\u003eEspecially after losing your virginity, right?\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I n-never t-t-thought t-t-that I c-could feel like t-this…\" Sam starts\n\n\\\u003eOh boy here come the I-love-yous\n\n\\\u003eNot that you mind\n\n\\\u003e\"T-that someone w-w-would m-make me f-f-feel accepted.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe pauses\n\n\\\u003e\"W-wanted.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe snuggles up close to you\n\n\\\u003e\"T-t-to have s-someone in my l-l-life who is o-okay if I'm still h-h-h-healing.\"\n\n\\\u003eFirst she gives you a ween0r boner, and now a heart boner?\n\n\\\u003eFuck\n\n\\\u003eWith Sam on her side, you don't see the horrible burn marks on her shoulder, the scars on her ribs or inner thighs, hips, all over her body\n\n\\\u003eAnd even if you did, you'd think they're beautiful little marks of fragility on her\n\n\\\u003eYou remember, briefly, what an old friend once told you in regards to your horrible acne a few years ago:\n\n\\\u003e\"Pimples are flowers.\"\n\n\\\u003eMaybe the same could be said about scars and bruises and welts\n\n\\\u003eJust flowers growing on your body\n\n\\\u003eAnd deep down, you almost hope they never heal\n\n\\\u003eYou want to walk in Sam's garden forever\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIoDeLOofKs","series":{"name":"The /trash/ files","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1514070-the-leaves-of-fall-act-2-fear-the-nobodies-part-19.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662878-beating-the-heat.json"}}