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Your lazy, tired workday night is interrupted by an unexpected phone call. It's Minty. You pick up immediately. Their voice is hushed, nervous, and a bit hoarse.

"I'm at the front door, please let me in."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, just come down." They hang up.

Rushing to the ground floor and opening the door, you find Mint staring right at you. They're dressed about as usual, wearing some baggy clothes and a face mask. They have their hood down, with their bunnyrabbit ears sticking out through a pair of holes in the top. Slung on one of their shoulders is an old travel backpack that looks mostly empty. They come in.

"Thanks." They sound very serious while at the same time audibly trying not to cry.

You lead the way to the elevator while worriedly staring them down. "Did something happen?"

"Not really, no," Minty says, lowering the backpack onto the elevator floor, leaning on the wall and sighing, "It's just that, I know it's a bit late to ask for permission, but, I hope you'll let me stay with you for a bit. I remember you offering a while ago." Their tone is the same as before, but their eyes plead. "I'll try not to be a burden, I don't need much, don't eat a lot, I'll probably fit on your couch if you don't want to share the bed, I'll clean up after myself and it'll be like I'm barely even there."

Not wanting to interrupt, you only respond once Minty is quiet. "You can stay for as long as you need, I won't mind. Would you like me to hug you?"

"Yes. Thank you." They approach you.

You wrap your arms around them. Their face is in your chest. "Listen. I'll take care of you to the best of my ability. I know you really need it, and I might as well give it to you.."

"I'm so glad." They almost sob.

The elevator comes to a stop. You let go, walk out and dig the keys to your apartment out of your pocket.

"Make yourself at home."

They place down their backpack. "Thank you. Please hold me," they ask flatly while kicking off their shoes.

You lead Minty to your bedroom and sit them on your lap wholesomely while petting their head, running your fingers through their long unkempt hair.

They gather their thoughts and sigh. "I need to tell you this. I've tried to keep my distance, because I know you're in a relationship, and you seem quite happy, but, I don't trust anyone else as much as you, and I still have feelings for you left over from when my dumbass first crushed on you, so," they gulp, "now that I'm eighteen, you, ah, fuck, I have to show you something," they start talking faster and stumbling over their words by the end, "um, let me go and don't look at me until I tell you to."

"Look, I really don't know how to feel about this. I do genuinely care about you, a lot, but it sounds like you want me to see you naked. I've known you since you were sixteen, it just feels wrong." Even so, you don't have the nerve to refuse. "...Alright," you add.

They seemingly don't want to listen. "Thanks," they blurt out after you're done. They wriggle their way off your lap and get on the bed behind your back.

Minty gets naked, slowly, taking take the time to fold their clothing in an awfully neat pile by the pillows. "Now look."

Your anxious rabbit buddy is sitting up awkwardly, completely naked, legs apart a bit, looking at you sheepishly, trying and failing to smile. They have the word 'FAGG--T' written across their cute face, with their mouth replacing the 'o'. The rest of them, at least from the front, is also covered in degrading writing - slurs, misgendering, insults, as well as several drawings of the 'male' symbol having its pointed tip broken or its circle crossed through with a heavy cathartic stroke. Minty's body is small, with narrow shoulders, noodly arms, a completely flat chest with typically male nipples, a slim but healthy looking tummy, very subtle hips, thin boyish thighs and calves, the former covered in small, parallel cuts, healed but still noticeably red. Looking between their legs makes you wince with an intense pang of guilt. Their testicles are missing, and instead their small, flaccid, uncut dick partially hides a faded scar left over from their removal, the words 'worthless nullo' written along it. You weren't warned. Seeing your reaction, they grin. It looks forced, their eyes aren't smiling.

"I spent a couple hours drawing all of this shit on."

You gulp. "I hope you know that this is really distressing."

"Yeah." Mint leans forward and hugs their knees. "I get a kick out of it."

"That can't be good."

"I guess I know. I just hate myself."

"Do you mind if I wash this stuff off you?" you sigh.

"I guess not. I don't know what I expected." They curl up even more.

"Let's go to the bathroom then."

"Okay."

They walk ahead this time. You take comfort in watching their pert little ass wiggle under their adorable little tail. While they climb in, you strip down to your boxers. Then you get in too.

You wash them thoroughly, using a satisfying soapy loofah to scrub them clean, covering them in lovely scented foam. It takes a bit of effort to get the ink out of their fur. Luckily, they love it, like a lot. They close their eyes and let out delightful little moans, melting in your hands, becoming much more at ease.

"You sound so cute right now, I want you to know."

"You think?" Their tone is absent-minded, they shiver and squirm blissfully.

"Yup," you nod for emphasis.

"I don't have a girl's voice or anything though."

"And that's perfectly fine. Honestly, barely anything about how you sound is masculine at all, that's just a fact."

"Hmmm, good to know. I don't feel like arguing."

"Good. Next time I'll write on your body, and it'll be nothing but nice things. You'd be adorable with the word 'wonderful' across your cheek."

"That sounds like fun. Make sure to draw a big heart under my dick..."

"If that makes you feel better."

"It does."

"By the way, it seems you're really enjoying this," you say, continuing to scrub.

"I am."

"I'm curious, are you horny or just touch starved?"

"I haven't wanted to get off for a long while, not that I'm able to."

"Hmm. You've worn me down, Minty. Would you like to try doing something sexual with me?"

"Like what?"

"Like anal."

"Huh. I haven't done that in a while, it seems stressful."

"Stressful?"

"I'm really paranoid about getting dirty."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

"Then I guess I don't mind."

Minty looks clean now. You hand them a towel while you grab some stuff around the apartment.

You walk Mint through all the steps of anal douching, leaving them alone for the gross ones, making sure to hug and pet them plenty afterwards. When it's done, you pick them up and carry them in your arms back to the bedroom. They're light and small and love being carried.

"Now you're definitely clean."

"I feel so fucking weird."

"I'll make it up to you now." You lay them on the bed. "Legs apart just a little more. Yup." You put a bunch of lube on your fingers and lather up their tailhole. They're not relaxed enough for penetration yet, so you lay beside them, your head on their chest, and slip your arm under them. "Don't be nervous, just trust me."

"Mkay, I trust you."

They manage to loosen up, your finger almost getting sucked in on its own, bit by bit. "There we go. This is enough."

"It feels like I'm trying to push your finger out."

"Ignore it. Just relax and let me take care of you."

You begin to rub your finger on or at least near their sweet spot. They whimper with pleasure, increasingly loudly.

"Moan for me. You sound really cute. Embrace it. Moan like a girl, I know you have it in you."

They get higher and higher in pitch, longer, the pleasure building up inside them unbearably. Their voice gets pushed into a higher register, it's very breathy and feminine, sounding gentle and delicate even when they're moaning at the top of their lungs. "Ah! Ah! Ahh, auhhh!.."

"That's a good little slut. Just like that. Does it feel good?" you tease, maintaining your composure despite the sounds instantly making you throb.

"Ah! Ahh!.."

"Answer me, slut."

"Yes!" they manage to form a word, and you see their eyes light up, "yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!, take me, ahh!, I'm all yours..." they go on like that, loud and barely coherent, having a ton of fun with it, absolutely radiantly happy with a glowing smile. You keep complimenting them, and they keep making those adorable noises for you.

After a few minutes of this, the lube starts to feel like it's not enough, and you pull out, leaving them panting.

"How do you feel?"

"Uwaa... Why would I need to cum if I can just keep moaning, and keep having you respond like this... I think I got you all worked up, riight?" They sound very self contented.

You ruffle their hair with your dry hand while you get more of the water based lubricant on the other. "Yes, but this is about you, not me. I'll put it in again soon, do you want your dick played with this time?"

"Eh... Leave it alone, this is enough for me," they say, panting heavily.

"As you like."

You keep going just like that for maybe half an hour. One finger is enough to drive them wild consistently, partly because of how much they enjoy giving in to you. You don't want to fill their intestines with lube, so you decide to stop for now.

"Do you think this is enough for tonight?" you ask, pulling out.

They just keep moaning without being stimulated, having fun with it.

You smile. "I'll take that as a yes?"

They quiet down and go back to their regular speaking voice. "Yeah."

"How are you feeling?"

"My ass is still full of something, I don't like it."

"And other than that?"

"Hmmm... Like I'm a good slut. I should like myself more. Moaning like a cheap whore is the most fun thing in the world."

"Very good."

"Thank you for taking me in, and," they pause, "especially for doing this with me."

"You're welcome, my dear. I know I should let you go let the lube out, but I just don't want to stop holding you," you say, pulling Minty on top of you. You cuddle with them for a bit before allowing them to go get clean.

Once Mint is done squirting the lube out and using your shower to wash off their slimy ass and crotch, they come back to the bedroom, technically clean but feeling very gross. You're waiting for then in bed, and they climb on top of you needily, squirming, even grinding on you awkwardly, rubbing their soft dick up into your still tenting crotch.

"From how you were moaning, it seems like it was well worth it," you reassure. "You're a good little slut." They don't respond for a while, and you just hold them. "You're okay."

They start letting out cute little noises involuntarily and wriggling on top of you. "I feel so good now... I have an urge to laugh, cry, moan, snuggle, hump, all at once..."

"And you don't want to hurt yourself."

"That's right. Please do this again with me."

"If that's what it takes to keep you safe, Minty."

They giggle. "I've never been so happy."

You keep petting them and telling them they're cute. They don't mind you repeating yourself. Mint calms down slowly, squirming less and less, but still holding you lovingly, and this goes on for a couple more hours, way into the night. You listen to them tell you about how the different parts of their brain are shutting down. Eventually, they pass out, with you humming the tune to 'Girlfriend in a Coma' softly by their ear.