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**A Bun in the Hand

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Dreixes**

Ricardo was... intrigued. It wasn't uncommon for the Charming children that left home to end up with a predator; for many of them, it was their first real chance to interact with one, and there was the spice of "danger" in dating one. It was, on the other hand, rather rare to bring one home for a visit. There wasn't any stigma against predators in the house, no rules against it or anything. It was mostly because so many who left home tended to break ties unless they needed something, which was really a shame. Then again, he supposed it was somewhat understandable when they tried to come crawling back and got rejected. Everyone who left home knew the rules, and almost all of them still seemed to think that an exception would be made. It wasn't. There were no exceptions to that rule. Some money would occasionally be handed out, a friend contacted to get a job lined up, or other kinds of assistance rendered, but once you moved out, you weren't allowed back to stay. A few had gotten around that by becoming employees, but they weren't given any kind of special treatment just because they were related and were expected to fulfill their duties the same as anyone else on the house staff.

Ricardo himself had, upon reaching adulthood and after discussing with his parents, taken five years away from home to bum around the world and get a little experience with how things worked outside of the house. Unlike so many of his siblings, he had made it clear that he was simply looking to explore rather than leaving for good, so he had been welcomed back quite happily when his extended walkabout finally ended. He had done his fair share of odd jobs along the way and had found himself drawn to security work. Signing onto the family security team had been natural after that, and it had made him feel less like he was mooching off of his parents since he was also earning his keep by working for them.

Most of his siblings weren't quite so forward-thinking, though. Many of those who left simply walked out and didn't come back until they were broke. Once you were thirteen, if you were gone for more than a week without letting anyone know you were coming back, it was assumed that you were on your own. The apron strings were cut. A lot of them ended up with predators, and a lot of them ended up doing rather poorly for themselves. It was a rare case that someone taking the leap, rather than doing it the smart way in a slow transition, landed on their feet or ended up with someone who was willing to help them learn how to survive in the real world. Those who became attached usually tended to hook up with someone who would "take care" of them, for a price. Charlene required nothing from Felicia but good behavior, which Ricardo had to admit was a hell of a price to extract from the brat, but the gator had somehow figured out how to get exactly what she wanted.

The brown-splotched bunny was happy. Far happier than she had been at home, in fact. And the reptile was a surprisingly good-hearted and caring woman.

Ricardo was currently lounging in one of the sex swings, watching as the gator instructed a group of his siblings in various bondage techiques, the difference between sexual pain and hurting people for your own fun (the latter of which got her rather riled), and the safe way to explore your limits. Felicia was being used as a prop to help demonstrate. The former herm had been strapped into a rather interesting contraption. It was like a chair, except that the seat and front legs didn't exist. Instead, the rabbit made up that portion of the chair. Two struts jutted out to help partially form the seat, and her lower legs were bound to them, which made her ass stick up past the edge of the seat. A belt around her waist helped support the struts, and her hands were bound to the back legs of the chair, with her head and shoulders pressed against the ground. It had to be uncomfortable. The strain of supporting anyone who sat in the chair would be all on her spine, but the rabbit seemed perfectly content to bear it. And if it started hurting too much, all she had to do was thump her foot against the bar at the back of the chair, which made a rather distinctive clanging sound since it was loose in its setting, and everyone knew to immediately stop and let her free.

Safewords, as it turned out, came in more flavors than just speech. It was good to know.

They had all agreed on three separate forms: the word "jellybean" if they could speak, thumping a foot as a secondary audible and visible cue, or flapping a hand while opening and closing the fingers as a last resort. The gator had made it very clear that anyone who decided to participate in these kinds of activities had to absolutely respect those signals and immediately stop what they were doing if any were given. Ricardo had backed her up one hundred percent, which was enough to put them all on their best behavior. The security rabbit's reputation was much exaggerated, but common knowledge amongst his younger siblings was that he had personally castrated (he'd just kicked the guy in the balls) and disemboweled (again just a kick) a rowdy guest who had gotten too frisky with an unwilling kid, then dragged the offending wolf all the way down to the front gate to hand him over to the police (which was completely true). Only a few siblings his own age or older interacted with the younger generations, so there were few to naysay the story, and he didn't bother denying things. It helped foster respect, and they took his word as law the same as anything that came down from their parents. The fact that he was generally very relaxed around them helped.

The gator broke up the safety brief and let the bunnies start figuring out what they wanted to do with one another, checked in on Domino (still going strong after six straight hours on the step machine), and wandered over to grin at Ricardo.

"Y'all may not be sheltered, exactly, but I think this is gonna be good for 'em," she observed. "Explorin' limits like this should be done in a safe, carin' environment. There's way too many doms out there who don' give a fuck 'bout nothin' but their own fun 'n push things way too damn far without thinkin' 'bout who they're doin' things to."

Ricardo raised his beer in salute and tipped the bottle back for a long swig. "Damn skippy on that one. If and when our little playground gets back to mom and dad, and with the stipulation that they don't skin me alive for helping arrange all this in the first place, I think it'd be a good thing to have you back every so often to teach a class on this. You're really good at it."

"Well, hell, all ya need is ta know what yer doin' 'n give a damn 'bout who it's bein' done to, but thanks fer tha compliment. I'd be happy to, if'n they don' ban me fer participatin'."

"Nah, they won't ban you. And, if things work out the way I hope they will, they'd even pay you a consultation fee for the classes. They believe in fair compensation for work done."

"Well, if things work out, then sounds good ta me. Now, think we're ready for tha main show ta start?"

"Heh, sure. I'll keep an eye on everything while you're otherwise engaged."

Ricardo got himself out of the swing while the gator moved over to plop down in a reinforced sex seat. Charlene and Felicia had put it out amongst the siblings that those who felt themselves most talented at sex were invited to show up for a competition. Charlene would be the judge, and the object of their attention, and would decide who won. The prize... was knocking Felicia up good and proper. Incestuous pregnancies were rather discouraged, at least before both parties were adults. It was more due to the population pressures that rampant pregnancy would cause rather than fears of inbreeding; their genetic code was as pristine as it could be made so there was no worry about offspring ending up with reinforced defects. With the burden of raising and rearing the litter being taken up by the gator and her sub, though, there was no reason to stand in the way of things.

That being the case, nearly two dozen of the males and herms who were old enough had shown up to take their shot. The general consensus had best bets placed on the five with the biggest cocks (one of whom had been augmented until it was basically a third leg), but Ricardo had his own thoughts on that. He had gotten them to wait in the living room area, and gave them a beckoning wave from the playroom's doorway to get them moving. Darryl, the one with the augmented cock, quickly hopped up and shoved his way past everyone else to get to the front of the line. Ricardo simply quirked an eyebrow, hoping that the arrogant smirk would get wiped off of the black-furred rabbit's face. Darryl was generally snubbed by his siblings as a rather sadistic asshole who liked hurting those he fucked, hence the cock, and he was probably thinking that he'd leave Charlene too loose for anyone else to feel much of anything. The only reason he hadn't been kicked out of the house was that he ensured any interaction was consensual and would stop when asked.

The security guard waited until they had gotten themselves sorted then let them in and led Darryl over to stand in front of the chair where Charlene reclined. The others were given leave to amuse themselves as they wished so long as they remembered their place in line (and no fussing over it, or they'd be disqualified), and Darryl stepped forward to start stroking himself hard. Charlene let out a gator-growl at the sight of him, squirming in her seat, though the sound gave the hyper-cocked bunny pause.

"Well, damn, boy, I didn't think they made y'all in that size!" the hermaphroditic reptile exclaimed, licking at her lips and wiggling her rump into a more comfortable position against the split-bottomed sex seat. "You better make use of every last inch, or I'm gonna be mighty disappointed!"

That brought the grin back to Darryl's face, and he flopped his cock atop Charlene's own male equipment. It made a relatively favorable comparison, a good two-thirds the gator's size (counting the inches that lay across her hefty balls).

"Gonna fuck you so hard that the rest of them don't even touch the walls," he bragged, pulling back and adjusting his tip to press against her entrance before slamming himself home.

The gator grinned all the while then snapped her legs around his waist the second he was buried inside of her, letting out another low, rolling growl. "Baby boy, I don' think you get how us oviparous gals work."

Darryl started squirming and squealing, doing his best to break free for several long seconds before settling down to just whimper, lower lip quivering as he gave the gator a pleading look. Charlene eventually relented, very slowly licking her lips as she shifted her legs back to rest on the stirrups of the chair.

"Ya cain't squeeze out two dozen eggs and still get a good fuckin' if'n ya don't tighten up reaaaaaaal good after, boy. Now get to it 'fore I decide ta have it as a snack!"

The gator chomped her jaws with an audible clack of teeth, and Darryl let out another whimper but got to it as commanded. Ricardo let out a bark of laughter but managed to turn it into a cough and decided to drop down to his knees and gargle a cock before he embarrassed his brother even further. The poor boy's ears were so red they were about to burst into flame already. The security rabbit took the next in line, taking the impressively large (but natural) cock down his throat while he listened to the gator growl and murr behind him. He had to hand it to Darryl, the augmented male kept on trying, but after about five minutes, he eventually came to a stop and let out a soft whimper.

"I... uh... c-can I try again later?"

The gator let out a soft chuckle, and Ricardo glanced back to see her patting him on the head. "Yeah, go on, and come back when you're feelin' more up ta pleasin' a gal proper."

The black-furred rabbit looked like he wanted to melt into the floor as he pulled his limp cock free of the herm and slunk back towards the living room. Ricardo buried his face against his brother's groin, arms wrapped tight around the young man's hips, dying of laughter. There were plenty enough snickers around the room that he didn't feel too bad about it, especially considering Darryl's personality. He managed to get himself under control long enough for Michael to pull out and get going with Charlene, then got another cock shoved down his throat for a luxuriously slow facefuck.

It was Ricardo's favorite thing to do, even more than a proper fuck: the feeling of that thick, slick flesh sliding down his throat, the taste of it against his tongue, a pair of hefty balls pressing up against his chin, the male musk filling his nose. Most rabbits weren't exactly big enough to get a really good throating out of it, unfortunately, but his siblings knew well enough to put in some effort if they couldn't do much more than tickle his tonsils. Thankfully, Bruce was long enough to get a good couple inches into the black-furred bunny's gullet and liked to take it slooooooooow.

He pulled the security rabbit's head all the way down over every last inch and held him there. It made breathing into a lovely little game. He would swallow and gasp in a quick bit of air, suck for as long as he could, exhale, then swallow again to get another breath of air. After four or five swallows, Bruce would pull back, still very slowly, to just past the entrance of his throat. Ricardo was allowed exactly two deep gasps before being dragged back down until his nose was pressed firmly against his brother's pelvis, and he basked in the musky smell while guzzling down that delectable length of male flesh. It was a good five repetitions of that before Bruce pulled out and moved past him for a turn with the gator.

Michael got himself a quick tongue cleaning in passing and moved over to the sex seat where Felicia was all tied up and looking lonely. It was an absolutely ingenious form of torture. Not only was the former herm completely immobilized, not only was her clit stuck in an Eternal Torment Clit Cap, not only did her pussy have a bonded-latex coating that prevented her from feeling anything other than pressure when it was used, but she was forced to watch as Charlene was getting a good, thorough dicking. The gator was obviously getting Bruce's patent-pending pussy pounding from the sound of things, and Felicia was squirming in her bonds, eyes glued to the sight. When Michael settled onto her lower legs and flopped his mighty eight-incher against her rump, she squirmed and whined around the ballgag stuffed into her mouth. He was still slicked up from the reptile and Ricardo, so he took a firm hold of her tail and began feeding himself into her ass. That made Felicia squeal and squirm, but there was no escaping it. He slid himself forward until he was buried balls deep in her ass and began fucking hard and fast in the normal rabbit style.

Ricardo didn't get to see much more because a new cock moved into place in front of him, and he buried it down his throat. This turned out to be Fabian, one of the herms. Fabian was a lovely, fun-loving sweetheart, though they tended to be fearful of predators, so it was a bit odd to see them there. Then again, the chance to knock up one of the family was probably the reason. The herm was too fearful to try making it out in the real world just yet, though they hoped to move out eventually so long as they could convince a few siblings to come along. They wanted to make a family of their own, preferably have a few themselves and a few with someone else, so getting a chance to put a litter in Felicia was doubtless the draw. The fact that Charlene was such a sweet, jovial lady probably helped allay some fears.

Fabian only let Ricardo get a minute or two of cock before pulling free and flopping their nuts atop his nose so that he could give their pussy some needed attention. The herm was trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear, dripping wet, and started grinding against the security rabbit's tongue at the very first lick. They took hold of his ears and started riding his muzzle hard, so Ricardo added a few fingers to their clenching hole and did his best to satisfy. This was his other specialty next to deepthroating, so he managed to get two orgasms out of the herm before they moved to take their place between the gator's legs. By that time, Michael had finished with Felicia's ass and was pulling out. Bruce took his place, and Ricardo was presented with yet another cock to suck.

The thought of having kids was something that turned Ricardo on pretty fiercely as well, but it was something that he was never going to do. The entire reason that he had a pussy (but no uterus or ovaries) instead of a cock was to prevent that. He had realized around the age of twelve that his sexual leanings weren't towards male, female, herm, or otherwise; he only ever found himself attracted to his young sisters. His very young sisters, as in six and below. Leaving home wouldn't have been a solution since he would have always found himself tempted, and he felt that remaining at home would help with deterrence. He would hurt himself long before he ever hurt one of his siblings, which made things slightly easier to handle, but the impulse was always there. It still was, but he didn't have anything with which to act on it after the reassignment process. He had made sure that his parents understood what was going on before getting it done and had received their blessing; they were understanding of his decision and proud of him for taking such a drastic step to prevent hurting anyone else.

He did miss having a cock, but he was far happier without one. It had been burdensome having to constantly restrain himself. As he currently was, the worst thing he did was teach the younger girls how to masturbate, which was frowned upon but not against the rules. The under-tens weren't supposed to have sexual interactions, and were especially not allowed to have them with the older kids, but demonstrations didn't quite count so long as there was no touching. He made sure that there was no direct contact, and that was enough to satisfy his urges.

His craving for huge cocks was an entirely self-created fixation. It was pretty much the exact opposite of his natural desires, so he had made a determined effort to shift in a more acceptable direction. It hadn't quite worked out. He had only managed to add a size queen fetish on top of his pedophilia. On the plus side, it made having a pussy even more fun, and the lack of a womb meant that he had more room to fit them. He'd taken a fully-grown horse to the root before. That had been a hell of a night. His throat had been sore for a week after, and it had taken two whole days before he could walk without waddling. He hadn't done that again since, but he enjoyed his end-of-the-month gangbangs in the security barracks. At least half of the non-lapine guards were canine.

After the eight or ninth throat fucking, his jaw was getting tired so he moved back to the sex swing and made himself available. It let him recline at an angle that gave him a decent view of both Charlene and Felicia. It also gave him a clear view of those who were using the bondage equipment, and everyone seemed to be having fun, no one in distress, no one giving any signals to stop. Charlene had done a good job with the safety briefing, though; even over two hours in, people were still working their way up past some moderate paddling. Things were very definitely not going to get out of hand. So long as they made absolutely sure that things never did, Ricardo was pretty certain that they'd be allowed to keep the stuff. It would all probably have to remain in the guest quarters so that the younger kids didn't mess around with any of the things, but that would be fair enough to the older kids.

The real fun came after the gator had finally finished with the first round of interviews, and that was the main reason that Ricardo had stuck around. When Felicia had visited by herself, he had seen how much of a painslut she had become. She had been a little masochistic when she'd still had a cock and balls, enjoying having them kicked, stepped on, and that kind of thing, but she had obviously progressed several stages since then. After she had gotten done with her alcohol binge and pseudo-gangrape, he had taken the time to talk with her. He had expected to find her in something of a suicidal place, especially with the videos they'd been watching during the whole time. She had been depressed but not quite that badly.

Part of the sex had been trying to punish herself, but it turned out that she had gotten so used to even rougher, craved even rougher, that it didn't work. It had been an interesting conversation, and he had let things go slightly beyond what was strictly allowed afterwards just to see how hard she could take it. She had surprised him by complaining that it wasn't hard enough yet again. So, with the understanding that no one else was allowed to push beyond the rules, he had given Charlene the green light to demonstrate exactly the kind of treatment that Felicia had seemingly become addicted to.

So, with rabbit cum leaking down her inner thighs, the gator extracted herself from the chair and went to clean up while the last of the contestants took their turn with the bondage chair's occupant. It was a quick washdown, and Ricardo almost envied Charlene her scaled hide for how easy much easier bathing probably was. Not needing to spend ten minutes in a drying booth followed by at least a cursory brushing was certain to cut down the amount of time needed. When she came out, there were still two of the males waiting their turn with Felicia. The gator decided to get warmed up in the meanwhile, which Ricardo very much appreciated. There was something unique about the smell of a herm, and the peculiar scent of reptilian flesh added its own twist to that with the gator. Plus, that cock was thick enough to make him really have to work on getting it all the way down. He could feel the cartilage in his throat creak at trying to contain it, but Charlene seemed to be intimately aware of just how much his body could take. It was amazing, wonderful, and when she was buried to the root with his nose nestled firmly between the massive nuts between her legs, she gave his pussy a few hard, swift swats. He hadn't cum that hard in a long while, and he was left choking and gasping in the swing while the aftershocks crashed through him, and she assembled the bunnies for another lesson.

"Alright, y'all, pay good 'n close attention, now," she told them while Ricardo levered himself up to watch, rubbing at his strained throat. "If any of y'all try what I'm about ta do, I'll have ya skinned 'n hangin' on my wall back home 'fore I'm done with ya, and that's after yer parents have their say. This is just a demonstration to show what a really dedicated masochist can handle, 'n Felicia's a damned dedicated one. If anyone wants to try workin' up ta this kinda thing, I'm willin' ta schedule some virtual sessions or a visit, but don'chu dare try it without someone knowledgeable ta guide ya."

The former herm was strung up in the middle of the room. Straps attached to wrists and ankles threaded through loops in the ceiling and floor then attached to ratcheting cranks. Felicia was trembling, but not with any kind of fear. It was pure excitement. The straps had already been cranked so that the bunny's limbs were stretched out tightly to the four corners, but the gator gave it a few extra turns. It pulled her so taut that she could barely twitch, and she probably would have been moaning if not for the silencer gag that was shoved down her throat to ensure that any alarming noises didn't escape the room. Ricardo was afraid that her limbs were going to pop out of their sockets, but he trusted Charlene to know the girl's limits.

In this case, there were new signals necessary. The silencer gag and method of bondage prevented the audio cues that had been in previous use, so Felicia instead had her hands wrapped tightly around the straps that held her wrists. She was to release the straps and flap her hands if it became too much for her at any point. After demonstrating that she could do so easily enough, Charlene fitted a pair of noise-cancelling headphones over the bunny's ears and left the room momentarily. The gator returned with a duffel bag large enough to fit at least two of the lapines inside, if they were tightly bundled, and opened it to reveal a surprising amount of leather, metal, and wood. Ricardo supposed that he shouldn't be surprised that they had brought their own stuff, especially since Charlene couldn't have known about the playroom that they were setting up.

The very first thing that was pulled out drew some gasps and squeaks from the assembled crowd, though. Felicia resettled her fingers against the leather strap, panting with needful anticipation, but didn't attempt to look behind her and see what the gator was planning. The reptile shook out the whip, at least five feet worth of leather. It was braided around a flex-metal core, she explained, that could deliver an excruciating blow with its length. Its tip had a broad, flat fold of leather rather than frayed strands to prevent it from breaking skin but could deliver a precision strike that sent all the kinetic force of the whip against a singular spot.

Felicia had a... strange intensity to her. Obviously, she didn't know what was going to be done to her, but she knew that something was going to happen. She was staring ahead into the middle distance, not actually looking at anything in particular. She kept adjusting her fingers on the straps. Glistening juices were leaking down her thighs. Long, slow breaths were drawn inwards and let out just as slowly. She was ready. There was an almost palpable ache coming from her, a need that only the gator could sate. That had always been the case with Felicia, though. She had always been one to push for more and more and more: drugs, alcohol, sex, anything. It was an amazing thing that she'd managed to hold onto her vaginal virginity as long as she had, but she'd wanted that to be a special occasion.

Ricardo's musings were interrupted by the sudden sharp snap of the whip. It was like a living thing, writhing through the air to strike at the suspended bunny. It hit just above Felicia's tail, right against that particularly sensitive spot on the lower back. The leather straps creaked loudly as the rabbit arched away from the blow, eyes bulging and mouth opened in a silent scream. Her fingers didn't let go of the straps, though. Her toes spread and strained, her body visibly vibrating, and her head fell down so that her chin touched against her chest after nearly half a minute. Then she made a visible effort to lift her head and give a nod. Charlene had been waiting for that, apparently, and moved forward to press her broad, flat fingers against the spot where the whip had hit. Felicia's breath huffed out in a long hiss, unable to actually scream, and then her hips started bucking against the air.

Ricardo realized that she was cumming after a few moments. He was surprised, but he supposed that he shouldn't have been. Then Charlene stepped back again and shook out the whip. The next hit was an impressive one. The reptile twirled the braided leather in a loop, counterclockwise, then sort of... unfurled it in a way that had the tip coming up directly between Felicia's legs. It hit with a snap that made everyone flinch. Felicia came again, hard, with her head thrown back in a breathless wail that was obviously not just pain. Then came the next snap, right against the center of her right paw. Her leg twitched and tried to pull in against her body, then came another against the center of her left paw.

Charlene left the rabbit twitching and shaking against the bindings for nearly a full minute, until Felicia had settled down to heavy panting and clutching at the straps. Then came a full-body slash that laid the whip across the entirety of her spine. That set the former herm to vibrating back and forth, swaying forward and back, hips humping hard at the air, toes curling hard. He hadn't seen anyone cum that hard before, and it was... enlightening.

Another swift crack that smacked directly against the bunny's capped clit. Felicia came again. Then once more when the whip stroked against her spine for a second time. Then the gator moved forward, growling deep and low, and plucked the earphones off of the rabbit's head. The reptile's cock was hard, jutting up between the rabbits legs to bounce of the bunny's stomach as she took hold of the bound lapine's soft, slim hips.

"You want some more?" the gator growled, low enough that Ricardo could nearly feel the rumble of it from half way across the room. Felicia nodded and tried to wiggle. "Well, too bad, sweet little fluff. You're gonna hafta wait. It's time fer me ta judge round two."

It was at that point that the bunny began frantically flapping her hands, but Charlene just laughed and moved to snag the sex bench she had been using. The security rabbit probably shouldn't have been so impressed when she hefted it up under an arm with no help at all and carried it over to set it where her dangling sex pot could watch without being able to participate or even masturbate. Then she started picking out those she wanted for a second time, and Felicia was left to simmer in lustful isolation.

Ricardo could only smirk. He decided to move over where he could get a good view of the reptile while being in Felicia's line of sight so that he could finger himself, just to tease her even more. The bunny glared at him, but there wasn't much that she could do, even if she weren't tied up. It was interesting getting to know the dynamic of this pair. And he was definitely going to have a lot more that he could tease the former herm with next time she visited home by herself.

The End