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Relief

By Mantrid Brizon

(09/25/2022)

PART ONE

Standing in her upstairs bathroom, in front of the mirror, Tiffany Style’s clawed hands rest upon her chest. The nude Voeldahn with rabbit-like features stares anxiously at her own reflection. Dainty fingertips caress the subtle curves that lead to the tops of her ample, feminine mounds, her palms brushing her dark brown nipples as she pulls them over the plump, D-cup globes. Her amber eyes gaze into the mirror, her lips curled around her short snout in the faintest of frowns. Her little black nose twitches as she breathes, slowly and steadily.

The thirty-one-year-old bunny woman cups her mammaries and lifts them, feeling their weight and testing their softness, plumpness and perkiness. She struggles to feel satisfied with them; they’d always seemed perfect before, and her boyfriend, Ken, certainly approves. Sadly, doubt has crept into her heart. Her hands cascade along her form, as if following the pull of gravity. They smoothen her soft, rusty-colored fur as they make their way down, over her slender, curving waist and broad hips. Slate fur covers her perky ears, fluffy tail, paw-like feet and ankles.

Her hands stop at her toned thighs, the appendages hanging and swaying limply as she gazes upon her femininity. She reaches between her legs to rub it, not for pleasure but in a strange self-examination. Is it still as taut as when she was a naïve teen or twenty-something, back when she was still married to Daryl? She wasn’t like many other young ladies; she never gave it away freely, but a few men had been there before her ex-husband and not all of them were gentle. Does that even matter? She’s also never had children; why wouldn’t her womanhood still be nice and tight?! Still, the worry permeates her very being.

The bunny bites down on one corner of her bottom lip as she tries to reassure herself of her beauty, her value. She rests her hands on her hips before once more running them over her elegant form. She rests her hands atop her little belly; it’s still quite flat, all things considered. After all, she’s always taken good care of herself. With a quick twist, she turns her body so that her side faces the mirror, her amber eyes judging her size and shape. She’s always been healthy looking, but her ample breasts and perky buttocks have graced her with a voluptuous figure. Is it still there?

With one hand on her hip, the other remains atop her belly, gently rubbing it. A soft yet heavy sigh escapes her. She takes her hand from her hip and faces the mirror again, nibbling on her claws as the anxiety grows. She’s still a very beautiful woman, but Ken is twelve years her junior. Most women would kill to have a young, hung stud like she does, but they only want to play; Tiffany and her human lover have gone one step further, and because of that she cannot shake a most unsettling thought. Will he always feel the same? Is there truly hope for a lasting future with him or is she fooling herself?

She peers into the shimmering glass, touched by the glory of the sky, amber ripples bouncing off of the mirror as the afternoon sun shines over all. She feels the warmth on her back, and with her eyes trained on her chest, she crosses her arms and pushes up her womanly mounds before letting them drop to their normal position. For as beautiful as she is, she knows her looks will inevitably fade, her fur turning grey and her body losing it’s taut, supple nature. With another heavy sigh, she closes her eyes.

“Okay... You can do this...”

It wasn’t all that long ago, things seemed simpler and far more certain. Her mind races back to those days, and all of the hardship their relationship has since faced. How long ago was it when they spent their first night together? Ken’s mother, furious over catching her son with Voeldahn pornography, threw him out of the house in the midst of a rainstorm, intending on him to literally sleep in an old dog house. She’d yelled and smacked her son before, but this was different; Becky had never been that cruel.

Tiffany watched from the window of her living room as the kind and gentle eighteen-year-old stood in the downpour. Her heart ached at the sight, so out of raw kindness she invited him into her home. She had no ill intent, nor did she plan for anything beyond performing a good deed for a good man in need. Instead, she found herself enamored with the youth, and after a startlingly swift buildup, they became entwined, caught in the throes of passion. They were as carnal as they were impassioned. It was as pleasurable as it was spontaneous; it was everything she needed.

The following day, after the rain had stopped and the sun came out to greet them, Tiffany supported her new lover, whom she quite hastily offered a place in her home. She couldn’t be sure what was driving her; was it lust or love or something in between? In any case, Ken seemed eager for the opportunity to build a true relationship with her, and though he tried to be coy at first, her heart jumped for joy when he not only agreed to share her home but expressed his desire to be in a committed relationship. He took her feelings seriously, and wanted to build upon them.

Tiffany was adamant about doing the same, and started by immediately helping the young man vacate the home of his cruel and vicious mother; she called in sick just for him. Standing before his mother, Tiffany and her new, young boyfriend, found themselves besieged by Becky’s taunts. The bunny stood by and watched as the young human collected all that he truly cared for, which didn’t amount to much. In many ways, he was already moved out, having sold many of his belongings as he tried to prepare for his own grand escape.

Tiffany gave him a wonderful opportunity, not just for reprieve from his mother’s abuse, but for emotional, physical and sexual comfort. His own attraction to the bunny woman, which had always been strong, made it easy to accept her into his life and start over. His mother, however, saw things differently and made her feelings known. She called Tiffany and Ken every name in the book. Her bigotry was evident as she insulted her son for his poor taste in women, choosing a Voeldahn over a human.

Ken didn’t care, and neither did Tiffany. They knew their love was strong, albeit young. Perhaps that’s when it’s at its strongest? Ken’s mother was unrelenting, and after failing to get a rise out of her son with her disparaging remarks - he has long since grown accustomed to her abuse - she instead turned her attention to Tiffany. Ever the condescending and cruel woman, she was quick to degrade her with every word.

“So, you think you can handle him, little miss cottontail?” She snickered.

“My tail don’t look like cotton, and I think I can handle him alright.” Tiffany grinned.

“Yeah, I’m sure you can...” Becky scoffed. “Being Voeldahn, you’re already filthy enough... Probably loaded with ticks, too.”

“I use the special shampoo.” Tiffany giggled, more amused than insulted.

“Figures... A dirty, bestial whore like you probably won’t mind wrestling that twerp into submission.” Becky ramped up the insults.

“You know, that actually sounds like a lotta fun.” Tiffany said with a wink, despite being disgusted at Becky’s cruelty.

“Tiff!” Ken’s face flushed.

“Wait... You’re already fucking her, aren’t you?!” Becky turned to her son.

“That’s none of your business, mom.” Ken calmly and somewhat quietly retorted.

“Oh, God. You are! ... What a son I’ve raised! Stuffin’ that dick a’ yers into that furry trollop! A floppy-eared whore!!! How could you, Ken?!?!”

“Hey, she’s not a-!”

“Don’t, Kenny. She ain’t worth it.” Tiffany stepped between them, a hand pressing softly into her new beau’s chest.

When that stream of verbal putrescence failed to upset Tiffany, Ken’s mother tried another approach. She knew she could attack Ken, not in front of Tiffany; if she struck Tiffany, an assault charge was on the menu. She turned her icy eyes toward the rabbit Voeldahn and smirked.

“You know, you’re really somethin’, darlin’. I knew your kind were low down and dirty, barely above the four-legged animals, but Kenneth has got to be half your age! You could be his momma!” She exclaimed.

“We’re only twelve years apart.” Tiffany retorted, raising a brow.

“Twelve?! Ugh... Well, maybe not his momma, but his big sister! ... That’s real sick. Tell me, little miss cottontail, have you always liked fuckin’ little boys?”

Tiffany felt something inside of her snap, but before she could react with righteous anger, her body went numb. She looked to Ken, who positively fumed with anger. The increasingly strong and vibrant young man laid into his mother with a torrent of insults that made the sinister woman reel; she actually took two steps back as her son approached with a balled fist, a look of fear on her face. It seemed as if he was about to turn violent in defense of his new girlfriend.

Tiffany merely stood there in shock, not from Ken’s sudden aggression toward his mother, but at what she’d said. After shoving his mother back and roaring at her to leave, raising a fist and causing Becky to shield her face, she turned and scurried off.

“You’ll be fuckin’ sorry, Ken! I swear to God, you’re gonna regret this! I’ll change the locks and you can never come back!!!” Becky roared all the way back into her house.

Ken wasn’t listening. He returned to Tiffany, placing his hands on her upper arms and calling out her name. It took at least two or three tries before she blinked and turned to him, only to play it off as though nothing was wrong. She said she was fine, but Ken could see it. The thirty-year-old bunny was pulled into a loving embrace by her eighteen-year-old boyfriend. He held her tightly, nuzzled her and kissed her cheek and neck. At five-foot-ten, a full eight-inches taller than her, he rested his chin atop her head and whispered into a perky ear.

“You have no idea, Tiff... How grateful I am to have you in my life. Daryl did you wrong, but I want to be the one to make it up to you. You have no idea how much I want this to last, for us to be real.”

Ken pulled back so that he could gaze into her eyes. She fought back the tears, fearing that this was all just a sweet and sappy dream; her womanly fantasies have all but come to life in Ken. He leaned in and gave her a most passionate kiss. Before long, she felt his tongue over hers. So firm and deep was their kiss that her head tilted to one side and the furry flesh atop her snout crinkled as her nose pressed against his cheek. With their tongues entwined, she felt the burning in her core and Ken must’ve felt the same; his manhood swelled, pressing against his pants and right into her belly.

He grabbed her buttocks in full view of his horrified mother, who watched them from her living room window. Their lips parted and Tiffany couldn’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl being approached by the boy of her dreams. Upon noticing Becky’s shocked stare, Ken happily kissed Tiffany a few more times, and with even more passion than before. It took a good deal of strength not to strip down and give the neighbors something more to talk about. They eventually collected what was left of his belongings from the front lawn and made their way across the street.

Immediately upon setting foot inside Tiffany’s house, she heard him dropping the boxes to the floor only to suddenly feel Ken grabbing her from behind. He stood with his chest against her back and arms around her body. She gasped and quickly latched onto him, one hand grabbing his wrist as he rested his hand over her belly. With his chin perched atop her shoulder, she felt his warm breath on the side of her face. Her lips curled around the corners of her snout as she shifted her eyes, looking over at the handsome man leaning over her shoulder; he kissed her cheek so softly, so lovingly. It silently demanded more and so she turned in his arms to face her lover.

“Don’t worry ‘bout what she said. She’s a crazy bitch.”

“Really?”

“You didn’t notice?” He chuckles.

“You... You don’t think I’m too old for you?” She asked with a whimper.

“What?! Hell no! If I thought that, I wouldn’t be with you right now, and I wouldn’t have plowed your field so hard last night, either.” He replied without any hesitation.

“Oh, really?” Tiffany smirked. “You wouldn’t have wanted a little taste of my cherry pie? A light snack before hittin’ the road?” She teased.

“I’m not that kind’a guy, Tiff.” He said in a most serious tone, his expression stern and perhaps a little concerned.

“I know...” She spoke softly, a hand reaching up to caress his clean-shaven cheek. “I just want to hear you say it.” She added, nuzzling his face.

“I’m not out to use you. I’m sure a lotta guys have said that to a woman as beautiful as you, but I mean it. I’m not like them.” He said before softly kissing her lips.

“That’s why you’re movin’ in with me.” She smiled.

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....................... It was a wonderful routine, but just as they were settling back into it, another wrench was thrown into the machine...

PART TWO

Tiffany’s younger sister, Jessica, abruptly arrived. At twenty-years-old, “Jess” is closer in age to Ken than she is to Tiffany, who’s ten years her senior. Jess was an unexpected pregnancy by parents who thought they were done having children. Though she always loved her baby sister, Tiffany and Jess were never very close, at least not until just before Jess had finished school and left for college. Neither Tiffany nor Jess were wild girls, to their parents’ delight, but of the two, Tiffany was the social butterfly, and the most experienced with men; Jess was always a bit aloof.

It was understandable a shock to her when Jess saw Ken in her home and stared with obvious lust. Race mixing isn’t exactly uncommon, especially when children always take after their mother; it’s often a painful joke when a child is born with unexpected features, such as a bunny with a fox-like pattern. If their father wasn’t a fox Voeldahn, their mother would’ve had some explaining to do. The look in Jess’ eyes was of the strongest kind, and knowing that Voeldahn women of every stripe would admit to lusting after at least one human in their lifetime, it left Tiffany shaken.

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PART THREE

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Tiffany heard a familiar knocking on the side door, near the kitchen. It was a rhythm she’d heard many times before, one that made her sick to her stomach. She opened the door and stood frozen in shock, her amber eyes wide and face expressionless. There, to her horror, was the man she hates more than anyone or anything. The rabbit Voeldahn stood atop the porch of the house he once shared with his jilted wife, a little smirk on his face.

“Hey, Tiff.” Daryl confidently began.

She had no words. The air was taken from her very lungs, like the icy hands of Death itself had reached in and squeezed it all out. Standing beside her ex-husband was a lithe young thing, a Voeldahn of the feline persuasion, whose body and face made her appear barely legal. Her breasts are so perky and so high up on her chest! Did she turn sixteen just the other day?! Daryl draped an arm over the girl’s shoulders and pulled her in, showing his dominance.

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.......................... As she leaned against the archway, arms crossed beneath her bust, she heard a strange sound. Is that whispering? Turning her head and glancing over her shoulder, Tiffany’s heart sank into the very pit of her stomach.

Daryl’s young whore stood next to Ken, leaning in and cupping a hand over her snout. Whatever she’d said really affected Ken, as his blue eyes were as wide as the sky itself. His cheeks reddened and he furled his brow, as if confused. He turned to look at her and then took a step away. She giggled and then winked, only to realize that Tiffany was watching. Her dainty hands rested over her groin as she swiftly played the innocent young lady, bowing her head and looking up with soft eyes.

Tricks like that don’t often work on women, who know better; women like Tiffany and Jess spent their lives abusing that power to avoid trouble...

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Her hands froze and her eyes grew wide when she saw what it was that Daryl wanted...

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PART FOUR

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Tiffany nibbled on her claws as she watched Ken, ever the gentleman, hold open a door for the very same cat girl who ogled him over her sunglasses. He was oblivious to her previous gazes, and she was quite coy. Tiffany worried the entire time he was gone, and struggled to focus on her own work...

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She was like a ravenous beast, and though he wondered what had gotten into her, startled by her sudden lustful aggression, she was in no mood to talk...

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He lifted his head and looked around, only to glance down at the whimpering Jess, who struggled to handle the man who was far larger and more capable than she was expecting. She has the beauty and attitude to lure in the best of men, but he’s even better than them, and she doesn’t have the skill to adapt to the long and girthy penis which penetrates the quivering flower of her womanhood. He flashes a twisted grin before leaning in and licking her furry neck, a hand squeezing and massaging her ample breast.

“Ahh! NNNN! You fucking brute!”

He shoved hard, the juices of Jessica’s little hole sloshing and even squirting out with the air as his member made room for itself. The snow-white bunny threw her head back, her sapphire orbs as wide as saucers as she screamed, her claws tearing into the bedsheets...

“Ahh-hhahh-NNNAAHHH!!! T-t-too deep! You’re t-too deep Ke-!”

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She lay there, staring at the ceiling for the longest time. Her fingers coiled, her hands gripping Ken’s forearm which ran across her body, just beneath her ample breasts. He held onto her side, keeping her close. She felt him, but she could only think of one thing: how long was this going to last?

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PART FIVE

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Weeks passed, and the longer Ken attended school, the more self-conscious Tiffany became. The other, younger women persisted in their flirting, often trying to talk to him in front of her. Tiffany knew what they were doing; she was their age once and she knows how it works. Women assert dominance in the subtlest ways. They lure their prey with a simple look or a giggle. They brush against your arm as they pass by, hoping you’ll notice, or ask if you like their outfit or hair whilst standing unusually close, enough for you to smell the perfume they put on for just that occasion.

They know exactly what they’re doing when they get the last word in front of a handsome man’s girlfriend, even if it’s benign. Though Ken seemed less interested in them than they were, he was too polite to tell them to fuck off, which was always what Tiffany had hoped she’d see. In some ways, her beloved Ken is a soft and naïve young man, despite his increasingly masculine ways. Had he not already been with her, those women could have their way with him so easily! Perhaps they still will?

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Enraged, Tiffany could only draft one response. She typed with gritted teeth, squeezing her phone so hard that the case clicked under the pressure.

“Fuck you!”

She almost shouted it at her phone as she typed, but managed to control herself...

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PART SIX

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Pulling back, she looks into Ken’s eyes and her heart drops. His eyelids are wide-open, his lips straight; his face is as blank as can be. Why doesn’t he look happy? Is that fear? Apprehension?! ..............

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PART SEVEN

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Without saying another word, Ken slips his thumbs beneath the straps of her red dress and pushes them over, then quite demandingly yanks it down...

“Ken!” She sheepishly exclaims, her face flushing beneath her fur.

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She stares with wide eyes at the well-endowed phallus he wields; even through his underwear, he looks positively huge. Her hands reach up and caress the stiffening organ, the warmth of his flesh radiating through his underwear and into her palm. She knows that the Voeldahn are not superior to humans in their senses, but she can swear she smells his musk as she rubs the girthy member, caressing him so lovingly.

“Ooh, Ken...”

She leans in and presses her snout against his manhood, nuzzling his penis and sniffing him, her thin nostrils flaring. She turns her head, gently shaking it as she buries her nose in his crotch, feeling his balls through his underwear as they press against her lips.

“Mmm-fuck... God, you smell so good, Ken!” She coos, her loins positively dripping.

Ken doesn’t answer, merely resting his free hand atop her head. She turns her eyes up to him and knows right away what he wants...

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A familiar tickle becomes increasingly apparent; his swaying testicles come closer and closer to plopping their bulk against her anus. His balls drag along the fluff on the underside of her tail. She feels the pressure, against her ass and inside of her thoroughly stretched vaginal canal; the bulbous head of his manhood kisses the tender flesh of her cervix. She’s taken him all, and just like it is every time, it’s too much.

“AAHHHH-KEN!!!” She cries out, her eyes shut tightly as she breaks their impassioned kiss. “YOU’RE SOOO BIG!!!”

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PART EIGHT

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“You make me so happy.” She adds, nuzzling his face with her snout.

“Look who’s talkin’.” He smiles, before giving her a most passionate kiss.

Thanks for reading the teaser! If you’d like to see the full story (94 pages and 27,2xx words worth) then you can find it on my Patreon page (my patreon!) behind a measly $3 paywall! That was the admission fee for the parking lot at my local trade center. Lol.