Commission: The Phantom Fucker, Part 1
A commission for the wonderful Kchisho!
I do hope you love this work, and I hope everybody else does. Part one of a wonderfully naughty fantasy, walking a fine line between rapest and hero, with a cheesy name to boot, enjoy the first encounters of the phantom fucker, as he fights his urges, makes a few nice messes, and deflowered a mouse.
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Sitting with one leg against the back of the seat in front of him, and one long rabbit foot on the floor of the over crowded, under air conditioned yellow school bus, Hazel gazed out the window at the passing suburbs. His eyes were drawn to every female the bus passed, as it pulled past a rec centers soccer field, a few women caught his eye, and a well known longing filled him. A good Catholic boy, was he, from a good family, and he had been raised right... but none of that changed the fact he was a sixteen year old male rabbit.
He sighed and looked around the bus, as always, packed with every kind of female under the sun. Fit, unfit, sexy, ugly, shy and slutty, they were plentiful. It was late spring, almost the end of the school year, and the bus was hot, it was a steam box full of the scents of so many ready, maturing bodies, in short, it was a nightmare for the young boy that had, after all, been brought up right.
Hazel sighed and pulled his other knee up, slumping down and praying nobody would notice the slight bulge in his slacks the thought of the busload of females caused him. He closed his eyes, and prayed that someday, before too much longer, he would find a nice girl, fall in love, and marry, and stop having to worry about such things. In the back of his mind however, a part of him he tried so hard to hide and deny whispered darker desires, desires of sex and self fulfillment, fun and mating and pleasure.
Finally, after what seemed a lifetime trapped in the musky yellow box with nothing but his darkest thoughts, prayers, and the scents of countless fertile females for company, he say his stop drawing near, and when the bus stopped, was off in an instant, moving as fast as he dared down the isle and walking toward home quickly once his feet hit the sidewalk. A block to walk would do the now rather flustered male good, deep breaths of air free of the scent of females, calming his raging teen-aged body, clearing his mind of so many dark, sinful, lusty impulses.
He walked down the lines of houses, each looking more or less like the last, each nice, not fancy, not large, but nice. Normal, regular, plain and good. He lived in the heart of the suburbs, and that fit him just fine, as he took comfort in the norm and the every day. He finally came to his home, and climbed the steps of the white house, sixth down the block of a block of white houses, in a maze of white houses. He checked the door and found it locked, his heart soaring for a moment, hoping he might be home alone.
He felt that bulge growing again in his slacks even as he unlocked the door, stepping inside, only to find his older sisters shoes on the mat. Sighing and then putting all such thoughts from his mind, he took a few more deep breaths, to calm himself. These breaths were far from calming however, and it only took a few moments for his nose to notice the difference. Once again, as happened far too often for his liking, his mother was in heat, the whole house seemingly soaked in its smell no matter how hard she tried. Of course, nobody but a horny teen-aged male would notice the tiny hint of it in the air here, but it was enough to always make his days hell.
He walked upstairs, tossing his backpack threw the doorway into his room, onto his bed, and walked to the bathroom. The door was locked and the shower was running. His sister, most likely, meaning the shower would be busy for at the very least, an hour or more. He grumbled under his breath as he considered the second bathroom attached to his parents room, the thought of walking into the cloud of his mothers scent certain to be filling that room making him forget the thought before he had even really considered it. He would shower later.
Walking back down the upstairs hallway, he turned into his room and shut the door, flicking the lock on the door without thinking and flopping down at his desk, homework to do and thoughts to put out of his mind. He buried his lust and pent up desire, caused by his age as much as the scent of a female in heat, in math problems, and was lost to the world for a few hours, pleasantly left alone.
His mothers sweet voice interrupted him from his studies (Math now left behind in favor of penning the first draft of a paper for his history class), calling him down for dinner. He sighed happily, glad his days work was close to done and he could relax for the bulk of the warm may evening. He set his papers down and marked his place in his books, stacking them neatly, and then headed down stairs for dinner.
Dinner was unremarkable, his father's usual long winded grace, the four of them with heads bowed around the dinner table as he spoke. They ate mostly in silence, content with one another's company but with little to say that night. Hazel caught a few glances from husband to wife however, and it was clear that he was not the only one who had noticed that scent. He bit back a sigh and looked at his foot, eating with little interest but a growing young man's hunger. His mother and father slept on the other side of a notably thin wall from him, and good Christians and parents or not, they were rabbits.
Dinner passed without incident, and after dinner, he showered quickly, resiting the urge to pleasure himself as his sizable bunnyhood begged for attention, hot water pouring over his white fur, his blood racing. He showered as quickly as he could, forever fearful that somebody would hear him enjoying the pleasures of his own paw in that shower, the rhythmic change in the fall of water alerting them to his horrible sin.
Body clean, even if his thoughts were not, he dried himself off and pulled on a clean set of clothes, forcing his still hard self into his pants and taking far longer than needed to brush the fur of his face and head, trying to think of anything but sex, hoping the unmissable tent would go down soon so he could return to his room. It took a few minutes, but finally he was soft enough to leave the locked, steamy bathroom.
Once he was safely back in his smallish bedroom, he sat down at his desk again, and once again, set to work on his homework with the intent to lose himself in the work and take his mind off other, sinful matters. He wrote far more for the paper than was intended or needed, and then when he had no homework left with which to spend his time, and slid his books back into their proper, neat places in his bag, and left it by the doorway. It was slowly growing dark outside, and although the next house down the block blocked his view of the sunset, he could still see the clouds above taking on the pink and orange hues of a spring sunset, and found himself wishing, not for the first time, that he had a girlfriend to enjoy such moments with.
Sighing wistfully, he lay down on the clean, neatly made bedding of his small bed, and reached over to flick his lamp on, grabbing his bible from his bedside table, he flipped oven to one of his bookmarks and started reading. Time passed slowly as his eyes scanned down the pages, taking in the words by which he lived his life. An hour, two, it was now fully dark outside, stars peeking down at the world from the heavens above, and a cool breeze was breaking up the heat of the day for those still outside. With the sun down, and a word of goodnight threw his door, his parents were off to bed. He sighed again, not biting it back this time, letting himself show his frustration for a moment.
He swung a leg off of his bed, then the other, and stood, heading out of his small room and back down the hall to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, washed and brushed the fur of his face and used the restroom, then returned to his room. By now the sounds of lovemaking, likely to keep up all night, were not just noticeable, but loud and clear threw his bedroom wall, his mother and father making love with the speed and passion that only rabbits could, the squeaks and squeals and moans making him blush and feel guilty for listening, even if he had little if any choice.
He undressed for bed, door locked and always having preferred it, he slept nude, his soft sheets against his fur. He tried not to even brush his once again throbbing member as he undressed, and climbed into bed, but inevitably the blankets touched that sensitive flesh, sending a shiver up his spine, as his parents slammed away not six feet to his right, loudly enough that he swore he could hear the wet sounds of their mating itself. He blushed and picked his bible back up, noticing one of his other two bookmarks, one that rarely if ever moved from its current spot.
Blushing very noticeably now, even with nobody there to notice, he flipped the page to the Song of Solomon, swallowing and looking around, as if expecting his family to suddenly walk into his room, past the locked door, to scold him for his horrible sinful enjoyments. His paw caressed his sizable length, down over his tip as he read, feeling that throbbing length from tip to base. Finally, his paw was resting over his base, and he reached down, to cup his oh so full balls. He read slowly, biting his bottom lip as his fondling turned to a slow, steady pumping, squeezing with that paw slowly as he stroked.
He fought the urge to growl, to buck his hips up against that paw as he enjoyed the forbidden pleasure. He listened to the growing tempo of the rabbit love making in the room next to his, and felt himself wishing, begging inside his own head, to feel what it was like to make love. No, worse, he didn't want to make love, he wanted to fuck, he wanted to take as many females as possible, he wanted sex, sex, and more sex. He gave in, his hips starting to buck up against that moving paw, his speed building rapidly until his paw was a blur along that long red, pulsing length.
He wanted to feel tight, dripping females under him, panting and wiggling. He wanted to pound them until he came, he wanted to empty those white furred balls into them, onto them. He saw himself atop females he knew, females he could only ever dream of, friends and teachers. He was clawing at his bedding with his free paw, as his other continued to gain speed.
The loud, clear moans of his mother filled his ears, and he knew they were finishing. He bit his bottom lip harder, almost drawing blood now, and bucked one last time. Hot, thick bunny seed, white as his fur, squirted over him in messy, sticking ropes. He coated his tummy, his chest and even his own face, his bedding and his headboard. He kept pumping, milking his climax, feeling his musky seed running down his length and over his fingers.
He felt himself drifting then, downward, as if into sleep. He felt himself floating down into a great nothingness. He welcomed it, lost in his afterglow as he was, he basked in that warm, comforting nothing. He was floating and content, shaft twitching and giving another little squirt now and then, balls hanging, slick with dripping seed, between his slightly parted thighs. He felt his grip on the world around him sliding away.
Then he felt that gentle nothingness replaced. It was cold, not icy, but cold, and it shifted under him. His eyes fluttered, and he realized that he had closed them. Around him, was a almost total darkness, the light of day glowing to his left, and to his right, a soft pink light. He was laying, he realized after a short moment, in a cave. The sun was mostly blocked from the dark cave, but it provided enough light to allow him to stand. He did so, careful not to get any sand on the cum marking him, not wanting to make the mess any worse. That pink light drew his attention, and he looked toward it, squinting in the darkness.
It looked to be coming from a bundle of cloth on the floor of the cave. At first he thought it was a light, a flashlight or the glow from a cellphone. He realized however, as he walked toward it, that it was neither. It was a woman. The female rabbit, perhaps five feet tall, was laying sprawled on the sand, on her back. The light, soft and pink and welcoming, seemed to shine from her, and the air around her, with no single point of origin or any clear source. He could not help but noticed that she was nude, sprawled lewdly, legs spread, over a heap of silk sheets, some draped over her, some curled half around her limbs. Her chest rose and fell slowly, topped with two huge, impossibly perky and large, breasts, sizable nipples hard from the slightly cold air. Her breathing was slow and deep, steady, the breathing of somebody deep in sleep. His eyes drifted lower, over her silk-draped tummy, to the space between her legs. She had clearly been mated recently, as seed was slowly oozing from her, and the dried semen marked the fur of her rump and thighs.
He reached down, and softly touched her right foot, poking it lightly. She was warm to the touch, and shifted slightly at his touch, but did not wake. He bit his bottom lip, and reached upward. Hazel could not help himself. His paw slid slowly along her inner thigh, and when she did not wake, he slid the pad of one of those gentle fingers over her sex. Her lips twitched, and a mess of seed was squirted from her, marking his paw. He knew the scent that dripped from her, it was his own, and very, very strong. The seed that now covered his fingers was his as well, by scent. He didn't wonder at it long however.
"Hello Hazel." The voice almost stopped his heart, and he did indeed jump, standing up and taking a step back. She lifted herself up on her elbows, reaching down and rubbing her tummy, "Mmm... You really got into it tonight..." She murmured, as his seed ran from her.
"W... What do you mean? Who are you? Where am I?" The words poured from him in one breath, the sight of her however had its effect on Hazel no matter his confusion, and he was hard again already, bunny sex drive not to be stopped.
"Mmm... Come here and sit down, don't worry, I won't bite... Its time you were told, now that our chance has come, its time you were told a lot of things." She patted the piled silk to her left, and waited.
It took a few moments, but he moved to sit beside her after a few heartbeats. He sat down on those silks and bit his bottom lip as he did, feeling some of the seed that had dripped from him, down over his balls and between his thighs, down the cleft of his rump, now smear against that valuable fabric, "How do you know who I am... Who are you?"
"Hazel, my dear... I am a goddess, and you need not worry about my name, call me mother, sister, lover, or anything else you please... For I am all these things to you, and more. As for how I know who you are... I have watched you for a long time, waiting for you to do as destiny required. " The words left her in a purr, as her paws slowly came to rest on his shoulders. His eyes were drawn endlessly back to her chest, and after a few tries, he gave up trying to watch her eyes and mouth, he gazed at that chest, adn when she pressed him back with her paws, he lay back on the silk without any resistance.
"Many years ago, beyond mortal counting, this place was made. It is a prison for me, the goddess of lust, the goddess of pleasure. It is where I am kept, so that the world may ignore their urges and act in the ways wanted by other gods and goddesses afraid of my control over the hearts of men and women. They offer many things, but what I offer... lures men and women both very easily." He nodded stupidly at her breasts, and tried to reply, but found his mind oddly blank, and his member throbbing almost painfully. He was dimly aware of all this, and he worried, but the sight of her pacified any parts of him it did not render utterly excited.
"I am trapped here still... and you are the only one able to free me, and countless poor female souls trapped in this land. You see... many woman are jailed here with me, taken as children and raised to fear sex and pleasure and happiness, caged in enchanted clothing that fights their natural urges..." He words washed over him, and he understood, even if he found himself able to make no reply other than a few mumbled words, and a squirt of preseed that marked her tummy. She had crawled atop him now.
As she spoke, she moved backward, hips swaying, her breasts pressed firmly to his chest, making him gasp, those hard nipples digging little tails in his fur, she licked at the seed that marked his fur between words, "You need to set them free, of their clothing and their teaching, I can help you with this... I had to wait until you pleasured yourself enough times... it took you longer than we could have ever hoped... and now I have enough power from your seed, spilt for me by your paw, and pumped into me magically, to give you the gifts you will need..."
"W... What do I have to do?" He said, finally finding words now that she was gone from sight, resisting; somehow, the urge to thrust up against her as he felt his shaft tucked between her breasts, her tongue slowly cleaning his cum from his tummy.
"Hazel, you must rape them." She said, and his heart skipped a beat, "I know, I feel more strongly than any against rape, that is why they caged me here with it. Unless those poor women are forced to have sex, they cannot be freed and we are trapped here as well. They want you to save them, they have prayed for your coming for years, but they will fight you, the clothing forces them to... These girls, taken from their times over the past thousands of years, are trapped here forever, never able to age past their physical prime, never able to change or enjoy sex. There are no males, the children are kept by a nun at the school, until they are old enough to go out on their own. The children haven't been forced into the clothes yet, but the coldness of this world has drained much of the joy from their lives as well."
"I... I have to rape them?" He stammered, but he couldn't find the will to say no, not with her fur against his tip, and then as her warm, wet lips slid over his twitching, squirting tip, he knew he would do anything she asked.
She kissed Hazel's shaft, licking at the tiny slit in his very tip, tasting the seed she had never been able to take at will before, magic not feeding it to her this time, her tongue coaxing that sweet pre from his tip. He felt a tingling up and down his shaft, and if he had been able to see, had his eyes been open and not squeezed shut in pleasure, he would have seen himself growing, not huge, but growing none the less.
"Hazel, will you set us free? Will you set all of us free?" She whispered, her breath warm over his twitching tip, "I promise you what you dreamed for, sex, sex with many virgin, beautiful females. You will be the only hope these poor women, and I, have. The myth calls for the phantom fucker to set us free, a title that the girls still whisper of in the small town here, that they pray for, even as they go threw a life without even the pleasure of their paws. Will you help us?"
He knew he would agree, he knew he had to, but he managed somehow to ask a question, "Will I get to fuck you?" He said, as he opened his eyes and saw her hips swaying, imagined mounting that bunny that perfect, unnaturally sexy rabbit, white furred like him, blue eyed like him, she could be his sister, his mother... she was ripe and ready to be bred, the air told him that, and he wanted her.
A playful grin met Hazel's question, "When I am free, you will get me, and much more, as your reward... However, wonderful as you taste, I am not able to take any lovers until I am free." She gave his tip a slow lick, but then stood up, "Are you ready? The sooner you start, the sooner we are free, and you get to fuck me."
He stood, on trembling legs, and nodded, "Ready... to rape... I am ashamed to say so, but yes... I am so ready its painful."
"Well, Hazel, you have been blessed, and you should find yourself able to pleasure women with ease... You have to convince them to throw off a lifetime of teachings, you will need my help to do that fast. You should also find yourself able to go even more often than most rabbits... you are not limitless, but you are close... There is one more thing however..." She turned around then, and bent over. Above her rump, a perfect, plump heart shaped ass; Hazel had to use all the willpower he had to keep from jumping on her that moment and finding out just how tight a goddess of lust's rump was, a little white tail wiggled, and between her cheeks a tiny pink star of her tailhole, her fur messy with spilt seed.
She dug around in the silks for a moment, and then stood, handing Hazel something. At first he thought it was a collar, but then he realized it was a bracelet. It looked to be gold, "This will hide you from sight, for as long as you need to. It will let you get close to the women you must take, however, if you touch their clothing, it will annul the affect for six hours, so be sure to take it off in advance."
Hazel held out one paw, and took the small golden gift, it was made of fine golden chain, and it fit over his wrist easily, and at once he noticed his own hands vanish from his sight, "Do not fear, I can still see you." She whispered, and turned around.
Nothing was said as she led him to the mouth of the cave. They reached it, and he found himself in a gray world. It seemed lifeless, dead. The color and life seemed to have been sucked from the grass, the flowers, the trees. Nothing moved, "This is the land they are trapped in, the land I am trapped in. Find them, the village is not a mile to your left, along the path. I cannot come with you, I must return to my rest and save myself for what must soon be done. Just know, that the women will thank you for what you are doing, and hope for it. No matter how much they fight and resist, listen to their voices, not their actions."
With that, she seemed to drift out of being, goddesses not being bound by the mortal laws of physics, she had returned to her rest. He started to walk, seeing no other option. The air was warm, even undressed, and he could hear in the distance a church bell ringing, counting out the hour as five. He walked threw a area of thick trees, pines and other ever greens, the sky overhead blue, but somehow paler and duller than it should have been.
Hazel came around a bend, and leaned the face of rock he had come around. Before him, was a small village, perhaps 20 buildings. It had what looked to be cobble stone roads, with tall iron light posts, no sign of electrical lines or cars. On the far side of the town, the church stood on a small hill. It was a beautiful little town.
He made his way slowly toward the nearest house. He kept feeling the need to sneak, forgetting that he could not be seen. Forcing himself to walk in the open, nude, in broad daylight was hard enough, but it was made harder by the thought of what was about to happen, his still-hard bunnyhood swinging and slapping his thighs as he walked.
The first home, a small cottage with a wooden stake fence, was like something out of a coloring book. A perfectly kept lawn, a small patch of garden, with flowers growing mixed with vegetables. On the front window of the home, was a pie, cooling in the late afternoon sun. He noticed all this at a glance, but at once, his eyes were drawn to her. The owner of the house was on her knees beside the small garden, pulling weeds.
It was a young mouse, perhaps nineteen or twenty, with long blonde hair. She was dressed in an older Victorian style dress, covering her from wrists, to neck, to ankle. As she worked, Hazel could hear her singing softly to herself, a beautiful, soft voice, and somehow he knew she was too shy to sing if she was not alone, her singing seemed like a guilty, hidden joy.
He slipped up behind her, walking on the grass to ensure his footsteps were softer. He moved closer slowly, until he stood no more than a foot behind her. He was trying, desperately, to build up the nerve to do what he was going to do, when she forced his hand.
She stood, and turned toward the house. As she did, she bumped him, and suddenly he was fully visible, standing nude, member throbbing. Her eyes lit up, and a smile grew rapidly out of the surprise on her face, "The Phantom Fucker!" She cried, joy in her voice. He happiness ended there however, as her right paw flew up and struck him across the muzzle in a hard, fast slap. He fell back half a step and brought his paw to his face, as she ran to the doorway. He followed as soon as he was able, but she was inside before he got there. The door slammed shut, but he turned the knob before she could throw the lock. He threw the door open roughly, and knocked her sprawling backward. The room was small, as was the house, and she took three quick steps backward, passing from the entry room into what must have been the bedroom.
She tried to keep running, but he was close on her tail, face stinging and left shoulder sore from throwing it against the door. He managed to get a handful of the dress, and his grip threw her off ballance. She stopped, and he kept moving, their legs tangling as he ran into her. A few seconds later, they were in a heap on her floor, the stronger young male trying to pin her. Her face smiling and her soft voice panting, managing only the word "please" again and again between heavy breaths.
She struggled, but she kept smiling, as he ripped the front of her dress open, the fabric ripping and freeing her chest. He rolled her over, roughly, and bunched her skirts up, over her hips, using one paw in the middle of her back to keep her pinned down, he used his other paw to tug at her panties. They simply would not move down, magically held in place, so finally, he gave a mighty tug, and the fabrid gave way, the panties snapping and uncovering her soaking wet crotch.
No more time was waisted. He didn't want the struggle to continue, not wanting to hurt her badly, and more than that, he wanted her. She smelled unbelievable, the scent of her lust mixed with the heat of her body from working outside and now running from him. He dragged her to the bed, and threw her over the side of it. He took her wrists in his paws and held her arms down. He used his legs to hold her own still, and force her thighs apart. He lined himself up.
He thought he was going to cum then, as his sensitive tip slid along her wet, twitching lips. He managed to hold back however, somehow. He slid forward, in a fast, rough thrust. He felt her tight around his head, and then he felt her maiden head. He popped her cherry in one quick push, and kept pushing, hilting himself in her, feeling his tip nestled deep inside her, his balls slapping her clit.
All at once, the fight seems to drain from her, from the dress, and she lets out a deep moan. He could not have cared less at that moment if she was struggling or not. His mind was blank of all things but that tight, wet passage around him. He thrust hard and fast, pounding the mouse into the sheets, growling in her ears as his nuts slapped against her, his length sliding in and out of her tight, tight cunny.
He kept going until she squealed, and clamped down. Tighter than he could have ever dreamed, she came around him, twitching and trembling, kicking her legs and whimpering happily. He felt her juices squirt over his balls, he felt her hips bucking back against his.
Hazel realized she was free then, and slid out of her. He rolled her over, finding that beautiful, deflowered mouse smiling back up at him, cheeks flushed with blush and inner ears almost glowing red from it, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He thrust back into her, and leaned down, kissing that little mouse. As his hips found their tempo again, this time met every thrust by her own rocking hips, he kissed her deeply, passionately. He tasted her, and mated her, fast and deep. It felt like a lifetime to both, two virgins losing themselves in one another. Their love making lasted only minutes, but both were so totally passionate, they could have kept at it days for all they knew.
Finally, he could hold back not a second longer, he broke the kiss and tried to warn her, but what started as words turned into a moan, and then a squeal, as he came. His balls drew close to him, and his shaft pulsed inside her pumping that little mouse full of seed, a cup or more of hot cum pouring into her cunny and womb, dripping from her no longer virgin sex and running down her ass to her bedding. He fondled her breasts, and kept thrusting slowly, and almost came again when her second climax caused her to clamp down around his already gushing shaft, her hips thrusting violently up against his, her voice joining his.
The would have made love countless more times, both so lost in that act, but the energy it had taken seemed to be more than either had, and sleep grew inside them both. This time, he did not drift slowly into anything, there was no soft slipping into sleep. He kissed her again slowly, and realized when their lips parted that she was asleep, and before he could even pull out of her cum coated cunt, he was asleep as well.