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**The Bunny Ranch

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Dreixes**

"Gaaaaaawd damn, girl!" Charlene exclaimed. "You weren't fuckin' kiddin'!"

It had taken five minutes of the car puttering up the drive before they even got to the gate of the damn place, and that had been after driving down a long, mostly empty road with the only sight of civilization being large buildings that were so far off that she couldn't rightly judge just how large they really were. She'd talked with Mr. and Mrs. Charming, Felicia's parents, and she'd had a very good impression that the bunny came from a rather plush background (especially considering how unbelievably big the girl's bank account was), but she hadn't known that it was so plush as to include what she could only describe as an estate. If the space between the gate and the last time they'd seen a drive was anything to judge by, the gator's entire hometown could fit onto the land that this one family owned at least three times, probably more. It was... it was just too much to take in...

"Oh, this is just the front lawns," the bunny said with a wide grin, bouncing in her seat. "Just wait, the topiary gardens are the best part of the ride up. They were all puffy when I was here a few weeks ago, so they should have been sculpted by now. Mom and dad like to have them shaped differently every year. They're probably done by now."

Kaliya just let out a whimper and snuggled deeper against the gator's side, so she petted at the border collie comfortingly. The bitch was very obviously intimidated, and Charlene wasn't feeling far off from it herself. The only thing that really kept her from actually being (though it was a close thing) was that the Charmings had actually spoken to her directly. Despite how godawful much money it must take to have all this, they seemed rather down-to-earth and relatable. They were people, just like anyone else, and they hadn't acted the least bit like Charlene was beneath them or less than them just because she had to work to keep herself in house and home. They'd gotten to know her, at least a little, enough to know that their daughter hadn't delivered herself into the hands of a monster, and they trusted her to take care of Felicia. They trusted her well enough to take her word about the bunny's behavior, certainly. But, good gravy, was this damn place huge!

The gator was surprised when Felica moved across the car to squirm her way in with the dog and cuddle. Amazingly enough, the canine began to calm almost immediately. Charlene just added her free hand in for gentle strokes and petting while enjoying the ride. The topiary garden did, in fact, have enormous bushes trimmed up into various shapes, some as feral animals, some as anthros, and some as fantasy beasts. There were still some gardeners working on a few that she could see. The "garden" was about the size of a good public park. Then there was an area that was more like an actual park: a soccer field on one side, tennis and basketball courts on the other, with a running track that passed over the drive on low bridges. There were at least three dozen rabbits out there, probably more but the gator stopped trying to count. They were mostly white with brown or black splotches, but a few were mostly solid color.

The car was only going about five miles an hour along the drive, so when one of the runners came over to the car while they were still moving, they were able to easily keep up. Charlene rolled down the window when they knocked, and Felicia peeked her head up when the other rabbit poked their head in the car.

"Oh, hey, Ricardo!" the girl greeted. "Mom and dad have you on patrol or something?"

"Nah," the other answered, still jogging along. "You know me, it just never turns off. Mind if I hop in?"

The gator obligingly popped the door, and the black-splotched bunny jumped in, closing it behind them and slipping into the seat across so that they could snag a water bottle from the center console. Amazingly, the driver that Felicia had hired didn't so much as glance back. Charlene supposed that they must get that kind of thing all the time.

Felicia squirmed into a better sitting position and continued talking with what the reptile assumed was a sibling. "So, this is Kaliya and Charlene. They should have told security we were coming?"

"Yup! I admit, I also wanted to get in a bit of private time before we got to the house. I should warn you, Domino is here, so..."

Felicia let out a snort, covering her mouth, and began shaking with stifled laughter. Charlene glanced back and forth between the two, and even the border collie perked up with curiosity. Ricardo grinned at their reaction for a few minutes, then decided to explain.

"Domino... has a bit of a pred fetish. To the point that Mom and Dad made it a point that she's not allowed around clients. It's a little embarrassing, to be honest, especially with us being rabbits, but..." He shrugged. "They try to let us kids develop and explore our sexuality and gender identity without interference. Domino recently got employed by another family that we know, or the mom of the family at least, who is... well, she's a fucking specist to the nth degree, and we're hoping that'll calm Domino down, or at least give her exactly what she's after. She came home for a visit to get herself a bit of resequencing, so, y'know, just wanted to let you know what to expect. She's going to be all over you two."

Kaliya made an absolutely adorable little "wurf" sound, one ear flopping as she tilted her head to one side, a total "who me?" look. Charlene couldn't help the laugh that burst out of her and squeezed the border collie tight, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

"Yes, you, silly girl. I keep tellin' ya that yer beautiful."

Ricardo, to their credit, nodded agreement. "If you're into it, there's a lot of us here that would have some fun with you. I mean, yeah, we're rabbits, but you can also see how we live here. Most of us don't really get experience with other species except for at school or parties until we leave the house. There are a few rules you'll need to be aware of, if you decide that you want to do that, both of you, but nothing too strenuous. Mostly not messing with the younger kids and no heavy bdsm stuff, things like that. I do know what you three and your friends get up to, so, just, y'know, make sure to keep it all on the down-low. I fudged the paperwork and put you guys in one of the soundproofed suites so that you could do what you want without needing to worry about security getting upset."

"Security is about half made up of the adult kids, but everyone takes the job very seriously," Felicia cut in to explain. "Mom and dad don't have all that many rules regarding what you do under their roof, but the ones they do have are very strictly enforced. But so long as you don't get any of the on-duty security involved, and so long as you aren't doing something that is actually harmful, like, y'know, hanging someone or shit like that, then everything's cool. When they're off-duty, they're just normal kids, and they get up to the same things as the rest of us."

Ricardo offered a slightly helpless shrug and a grin. "Felicia kinda ratted out how big you are, and I'd love to find out if she's been lying."

Charlene glanced down at Kaliya, who offered a shrug of her own, looking away. That wasn't nearly good enough for the gator, and she pulled the border collie up into her lap, put her hands on the girl's cheeks, and kept hold until the bitch was willing to look her in the eyes.

"Now, girl, you know better than that. If'n ya don't want me ta do anything, I very well won't do any damn thing with anyone else. Now, you tell me what you want. You know ain't nobody ever gonna take yer place, wuffy puppy."

The canine just stared at her for a long moment, then leaned in to give the gator a hug, resting her head against Charlene's bosom. It always warmed the gator's heart seeing how much it meant to the dog to be listened to, to have her concerns, emotions, and wishes taken into account. Charlene half wished that she could go hunt down the people who had hurt the girl in the past and beat them to a bloody pulp, or worse, but that wouldn't do much good in most of the cases. The best that could be done was to keep on propping up the border collie's confidence and esteem, keep reassuring the girl that she was loved and wanted and didn't need to try and make herself seem like less or hide things.

Felicia slipped over to sit with Ricardo. From what Charlene heard, they seemed to be deciding which of their siblings would be best to introduce, so she tuned it out. She was looking forward to being surprised, and she figured that anyone who really wanted to would end up introducing themselves. Meanwhile, they crested a low rise in the drive and the house became visible in the distance. It looked to be about the size of a fucking airport terminal, and that impression only grew as they came nearer. They were still on the approach about fifteen minutes later when the border collie finally came back up to look Charlene in the eyes again.

"If you want to, then I want you to. I trust you."

It was the simplest, most honest endorsement that she could have asked for, and she gave the girl a quick, tight hug. She didn't say it, but she decided right there to limit her interactions and not talk about it after the fact unless directly questioned on it. She'd make sure that Felicia knew the score as well while Kaliya was getting her therapy.

It took another fifteen minutes or so before they actually reached the house, or at least pulled up in front of the side that housed the family, and they all piled out of the car. Mr. and Mrs. Charming were there waiting to greet the small group, and it was nice to see that they matched the avatars they projected during calls. It wasn't exactly a surprise, but most people did make at least some small modifications when creating their avatars. Kaliya, for instance, had given her online projection some pretty decent-sized knockers, even though she didn't have much of a chest in real life. Instead, these two were exactly as they had appeared during the gator's virtual conversations with them. The father was a black rabbit with tuxedo pattern white, and the mom looked like an older version of Felicia, though the splotches were larger and in different places, both of them with a trimming of silver to their fur.

The bunny ran up to give them both a hug, obviously much happier to see them this time around than during her visit a few weeks past, and they were very welcoming when the nervous border collie approached. It probably helped that they were head and shoulders shorter than Kaliya and immediately started complimenting the girl. Mr. Charming especially expressed jealousy over how lovely her fur pattern was, complaining that his own coat looked sloppily painted on whereas her longer fur made it seem "artfully tousled." Charlene made a note to thank the elder lapine when she got a chance.

Ricardo managed to insert themselves under one arm with Felicia taking the other, and the three followed the dog and older rabbits into the house. Charlene was still absolutely blown away by the size of the house, but she was far more floored by the decorations. She had expected chandeliers, expensive art, things like that. The chandeliers were there, and she guessed that maybe those were just part of any place like this. The art on the walls, though, was all done by the kids and interspersed with various pictures of the family. Right at the back of the entrance hall was a huge mural that the gator was assured got updated every time someone either reached adulthood or left home, and any kid who died before that (only a small number) got put on the wall as well. It stretched a good thirty feet from end to end, and the furniture that she saw wasn't all stuffy either. It was all sturdy and well-used, the kind of things that Charlene herself liked, and she was highly impressed by the consideration that went into making the kids comfortable and happy. Their parents were quite clearly interested in making sure the children knew that they were loved, and it showed. The Charmings had already been pretty high in her estimation, but this earned them even more points.

They turned into the guest section, with their own rooms being a set that had connecting doors between them. The middle was a living room and kitchen area, with a bedroom on one side and a "play" room on the other that included an extra shower room to wash up afterwards. Apparently, Felicia had called ahead to organize getting a load of bondage gear put in without their parents knowing. Ricardo had personally overseen the deliveries and installation to make sure it was kept from the general security staff, and they fully intended to keep the room as it was for as long as possible. When it was eventually discovered, they hoped to argue that it was better to have this stuff at home so that the kids could learn how to do it safely instead of finding out in bad ways with doms who wouldn't be as nice as Charlene, and they had a few examples of siblings who could have seriously benefited from this kind of education. The gator agreed that she would allow them to film any sessions for later editing and use in that argument, hoping that it wouldn't damage her relationship with the Charmings when it came to light. She also agreed to help with the arguments if allowed. That kind of relationship needed to have serious limits placed on it and respected, and not knowing how to set those or what kind of limits to set put the sub especially in a very dangerous position.

When the luggage arrived, they were given time to settle in and relax with a promise that no one would bother them if they wanted privacy so long as they hung a tag on the outside of the door. Leaving the door open was an invitation for anyone and everyone to just wander on in, and it would otherwise be the standard rules of knocking and waiting for an invitation. The gator got herself comfortable, took a quick shower to wash the smell of the airplane off of her, and plopped onto the couch after propping the door open in case visitors wanted to stop by.

Considering the fact that she was a guest in the house and wasn't entirely certain of the social propriety rules, she was in a pair of loose shorts and a tank top that managed to contain her breasts despite being rather thoroughly stretched across them. Of course, Felicia didn't put up with that for more than a few seconds. Her cock was halfway down the bunny's throat before she had been sitting down for a full minute. The couch sat sideways facing the playroom, with what they were doing in plain view from the main door, so she supposed it must be acceptable, and the black-spotted rabbit who appeared there was entirely nude as well. Well, except for a collar.

Felicia didn't bat an ear, so Charlene gave the newcomer a slow once over. It was a good-looking feminine bunny, breasts a bit bigger than Foo Foo's, wider ears, a tidy little cleft between their legs that seemed... slightly off but was glistening with moisture, and a really, really hungry look in their violet eyes. Their hands were clasped tightly against their chest, but they didn't so much as put a whisker across the threshold of the door until Felicia dragged herself off of Charlene's cock with a wet schlick and explained.

"That's Domino. With the pred fetish? More like... inferiority complex... She won't come in unless you invite her, and if you don't invite her, it's just gonna make her feel like she isn't worth anything, and then she'll spend the rest the week bugging those of us who do get to spend time with you about how it was to do so, and... well... Yeah, for the sake of the rest of us, let her in, fuck her hard, and kick her out, preferably into the yard and naked. That'll probably keep her happy for a few days. Or, y'know, we can keep her. If you want."

Then Felicia smacked her inner thigh, hard, and she turned her attention from examining Domino to give the bunny a wounded look, but the rabbit had more to say. "And don't go all 'momma' on her, damnit! I know that look by now. We've had her looked at, by professionals even, and there's nothing... wrong with her. It started out as a sex thing, and it just... became part of her. She's happy as she is, and she doesn't try to push it on anyone else, not any of us or any preds she comes across either. She doesn't do self-harming, and she doesn't let anyone she's with really hurt her. A little biting and scratching is fine, but not, like, trying to eat her or anything. Well, I mean, she did that once, but only for... Y'know, I'll let you find that part out for yourself.

"The point is, don't try and fucking adopt her, okay? She's not like Kaliya. She doesn't just, like, have severe self-confidence and self-esteem issues. Her self-confidence and self-esteem are perfectly fine. She just likes preds, being fucked by them, being hurt by them, and being treated like garbage by them. She's got a job with Ms. DuShank. The bitch is a specist cunt, but she takes care of her people, and that's good enough. Okay?"

The gator blinked for a moment, then let out a deep belly laugh. Felicia had her dead to rights; she'd been thinking of doing exactly that and was already puzzling out what the best way to approach the subject with Domino would be. Charlene could only shake her head as the laughter died down to a chuckle.

"Alright, alright, sweety buns. You got me. Hey, I don't adopt every_one I come across who's got a problem." She paused a beat for comedic purposes and dramatic effect, grinning, then added, "I only adopt tha ones that I _know I can actually help. I learned that lesson tha hard way, baby bunny."

Felicia nodded, then jerked her head towards Domino, so the gator gestured for the girl to approach. She literally skipped a few steps as she scurried forward and dropped to her knees with an audible thump, coming to rest just a bare inch from touching the thick, scaled leg that draped down over the edge of the couch. She was visibly quivering, especially her whiskers, and even the gator could smell how turned on she was. She was panting heavily, hard enough that Charlene thought she must have run all the way here from the front gate of the estate or something.

"Can I touch you?"

It was said in a soft, husky voice. Charlene blinked. She'd heard people that were horny before, but she hadn't heard anyone before who sounded like they absolutely needed to be fucked so badly in her entire life.

"Sure, sweetheart. You can touch me however ya want, so long as it don't hurt. Felicia, shove over 'n let 'er in. I betcha she can put that mouth ta better use than yappin'."

Domino let out a soft growl mixed with a whine, a very happy sound, about like the gator had heard from feral dogs who know they're about to get wet food. Foo Foo damn near got shoved, Domino was in such a hurry to get between the gator's legs. The brown-splotched bunny wrinkled her nose and waved a hand in front of it.

"Jesus, Domino, did you get your pheromones turned up or something?"

Domino glanced up at Charlene, and the gator nodded after realizing that the girls was asking permission to speak.

"Sort of. Ms. DuShank wanted my womb modified to be able to breed with feral dogs, so... I'm in heat. I need to be fucked so bad that it hurts, and none of the security team will do me. Sorry for pushing. I just... I need this so bad..."

"Well, no fucking wonder you smell like a wet bitch in heat! Jeez. I thought... y'know, sex cleared that up."

"It would, in about a week I'm told, but I have a diaphragm in until I go home to Ms. DuShank. She... she told me that being in heat without being able to cum would be the most taxing, trying, horrible experience of my life. She was right, and it's only been three days! I really hope that she has me bred as soon as I get home. Mom and dad want to keep me here for a week for observation, since I have a risk of rejection with my womb and ovaries not matching the rest of my body. They wanted me to get a full recoding, but I refused. I swear to god, I'm going to explode before I get back. I should have had them give me clit back, but Ms. DuShank likes me like this, so I left it off."

"Clit? Back?" Charlene barked, and the black-spotted bunny damn near jumped out of her fur.

She'd been working the gator's cock, licking and stroking at it the whole time, but had apparently gotten so distracted that she'd forgotten that herm was even there. She quickly composed herself and offered a nod before laying back on the floor and spreading her legs wide, using her fingers to pull apart her vulva. Inside was completely smooth, only the urethra and vaginal entrance visible, no clitoris or labia minora at all.

"I had them removed, mistress. I let one of my boyfriends eat them, then had the rest of it taken out surgically once I realized that the surface removal wasn't enough. I had all the pleasure nerves killed, as well."

"What in tha ever-living fuck would ya do a damn fool thing like that for?" Charlene was utterly mystified; the physical enjoyment of it was the whole point of sex!

"So that I wouldn't be distracted, mistress. Without those, I never worry about my own pleasure, only that of my partner, so I can do my best for them without being distracted by trying to take something for myself. I can still orgasm, but it's a mental thing, not a physical one. I only ever do when I know I've done my best for the one I'm being used by. And... I've been trying for the past three days, but I think that I can't right now because I know that they're not really breeding me, and I need to be bred. P-please can... can you use me? I know it probably won't help, but you're big enough to hurt, and that might be enough for a little bit."

The hefty reptile glanced at Felicia and was given only a helpless shrug in response. She glanced back at Domino, who was quivering even harder, if that was possible, and leaking pussy juice onto the carpet. Charlene had seen her fair share of females in heat, experienced it herself on a yearly basis, but never one that needed a fucking quite so much as this one. She supposed the whole being unable to orgasm part would certainly do the trick. It didn't stop the heat, but it definitely took the edge off, and even birth control only moderated it. There was a part of her (a large part, she had to admit to herself) that wanted to root around in this little pred-crazy rabbit's head and figure out what the hell had gone wrong with the wiring to make Domino like this. But for the fact that she had been told in no uncertain terms that this was not to be done. She made it a point to always respect the rules of any house she entered, and Felicia knew the rules of this particular house a lot better than she did.

Instead, she stared down at the hot, wet, achingly needy bunny displayed before her and thought. The girl liked being used and degraded by preds, liked being hurt by them in a sexual way but not a permanent or outright violent way (except the once, obviously), seemed to like being made to work for any rewards given, and very clearly liked being severely controlled. Charlene decided she was going to give the rabbit what she wanted, but first....

She took hold of one of Domino's paws and stood, dragging the girl along behind her as she made her way over to the playroom. There were some standard bondage contraptions in there, recognizable at a glance, but there were a few things she had known she would need to take a better look at first. The one that struck her as most appropriate, possibly, was something like a stair machine, the kind that you exercise on. The difference from the standard model was that it had a pair of poles sticking up from between the step things with thick dildos on them, and another one that jutted out about where she supposed the user's face would be, all three with what looked like hydraulics. She dragged her victim over to it and started trying to work out if it did what she thought it did. Felicia, with a rather vicious grin, explained that it did in fact do exactly what she thought it did and how to use it.

Charlene got the machine started and had it spit out some lube and programmed in what she wanted (which took a few minutes of experimentation). She then picked Domino up by the waist and jammed the rabbit down onto the two upright dildos before adjusting the face-fucking one so that it was at the right height. The trembling, needful rabbit gave her a questioning look but took hold of the handlebars at the front of the machine and got her paws on the steps in preparation, either knowing what it did and how to use it or just figuring that much out through common sense.

"Okay, I'm gonna set this thing a-goin', and you just keep on fer as long as ya can. For every half hour you spend, I'll fuck ya fer one minute. I got it set to shut off when you stop movin', so just stop when ya get too tired or when ya got as much fuck time as ya want. Them cocks're gonna hit ya hard, deep, 'n fast tha whole time, too, just so ya know. I got it set ta give ya water every so often, and it says it's an electrolyte mix, so that should keep ya hydrated 'n give ya some energy. If'n ya need anythin' else, just hit that big red 'STOP' button, and we'll put ya back on after. Got it?"

Domino nodded, her mouth hanging open, tongue half out, with a glazed look that said everything. Charlene got the girl facing forward again, moved the face-fucking dildo into position, and started the machine. The black-spotted bunny began pushing the steps and quickly found out that faster movement would cause the hydraulics on the dildos to retract and release faster, pulling them back almost all the way out of her before shooting forward at a speed that was sure to be uncomfortable but wouldn't do more than bruise. Charlene watched for a little bit, impressed by the complete lack of gag reflex, and enjoyed the mechanical whirring, the wet squish of stuffed throat and pussy, and the sounds coming from Domino.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a new voice. "Oh, thank god, I heard she came running and thought she'd have you pinned to the floor and womb-deep inside her when I caught up."

It was Ricardo again, this time naked except for a tank top that read "Put a Bun in My Oven" and didn't cover past their waist. They leaned up against the doorway after having appraised the situation, and gestured towards their groin, which had a distinctly feminine cast to it.

"Wanna make Domino jealous while you work her out?" the security rabbit inquired. "Oh, and use masculine pronouns with me, please. I may have a pussy, but I'm still a guy."

"Sure thing, on both counts."

Charlene glanced around and spotted a bondage bench, then dragged it over to a good spot in clear view of Domino before plopping down on it to sit. Ricardo climbed on top of it to straddle her cock and slowly lowered himself to grind against the tip while Felicia held it in place (and made sure not to get in their sister's line of view while doing so). The gator held his waist and pushed downward to add some pressure, surprised at the effort it took to get inside, but the bunny was determined to take it and encouraged her to continue. When the head of her shaft finally popped inside, she let out a hiss of pained pleasure, and had to comment.

"Got damn, boy, yer pussy's tighter 'n most girls I've fucked!"

"Why thank you!" he replied, casting a grin back over his shoulder and starting to work his way downward with a few grunts to interrupt his speech. "I don't get to use it all that much outside of family. I'm only really interested in guys, and I only let them use it if they're willing to recognize me as a guy despite it, and that can be a problem 'round these parts. We are in the south, even if things have come a long way in the last century or so. I really, really hate it when they start calling me a girl in the middle of things, especially. Completely ruins the mood."

"Well, you ain't gotta worry none 'bout that with me, darlin', so you go on right ahead and take yer time. But, damned if I ain't fucked looser virgins 'n you. I bet Domino o'er there's like hotdog down a hallway compared ta you."

He grinned and slowly turned his expression towards the furiously stepping rabbit, who's expression mingled determination and spite. "Oh, honey. She. Ain't. Got. Nothin'. On. This. Puss."

He gave a squeeze with each word, punctuated by slipping down by an inch in between. Charlene had to swap her grip to the edge of the bench, white-knuckling it as she let him take her at his own pace. She hoped to god he loosened up after he started riding for a bit, because she thought he might just well pinch it off otherwise. Domino's gaze had swung down to the place where their bodies met, and the girl was working the step machine at a running pace, drooling running down her from both upper and lower lips. Charlene was starting to regret the decision to make the black-spotted bunny jealous. She got a feeling that the girl was going to run her absolutely ragged during the few minutes that were earned, no matter how few minutes it turned out to be.

The End