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The door closed behind her as she entered, the sounds of the city fading away as the deadbolt locked itself. She stood in the hallway for a moment, her ears twitching this way and that. As much as the sounds of modern machines unnerved her growing instincts, the eerie silence of this place had the potential to do moreso. The rabbit's nose twitched as she scanned the dimly lit interior. She wasn't sure whether they had soundproofed the building, or what, but it called to mind something one of the other students had said once - This place was built on rocks older than Manhattan, which would be impressive if the tourist tales were true. When she had first moved here, Clover had heard them mention that New York's skyscrapers were only possible because of how close the bedrock here was to the surface, and how far down it went.

Sudden footsteps made Clover twitch. As she peered into the darkness, a lithe figure strolled out of the shadows. Like Clover, the creature seemed almost human, approaching her at an even gait, even as much as she resembled an animal in many ways.

Clover smiled, bowing her head. Her ears fell down in front of her face. She huffed and brushed them aside, assuming her smile again as she greeted the leopard, "Hello, Countess," she said.

The leopard craned her neck back, peering at her in a faux-snobbish gesture, "Back so soon?" the Countess flicked an ear, licking her whiskers, "And still teaching, I take it? The smell of human children in fresh upon you. Not that I disapprove, of course, but... Ah. Nevermind that. What can we do for you today?"

Clover giggled softly, her tail bobbing up and down, "Same as last time. Just, please tell him it's not a race. I know I'm a hare, but-"

"Ah, child. Yes, yes, I heard about the chap we paired you with before. Not to worry, dear. He was newly awakened, a youth even by human terms. I'm quite glad to say that we have someone a tad more experienced, an old friend of yours," the Countess purred.

Clover's eyes widened. She shifted on her feet, looking at the Countess curiously, "Really?! Who?"

The Countess smiled, and clicked her tongue against her fangs, "Tsk, tsk, you bunnies. Always so eager to ruin the surprise. You need to learn to enjoy the thrill of the hunt. Follow me, m'dear. Your fellow awaits you."

Clover followed after her, looking around at the sheetrock and office lamps, the IKEA stools and tables. It always seemed to strange how colinical the lobby seemed, like they were trying to trick humans into thinking they had wandered into a doctor's office. Comical, really, given what happened beyond.

Soon, they passed between a set of swinging double-doors. The demeanor of the place seemed to change. There was still a clinical smell to the air, but it was more like that of overused bleach, cleaner lazily doused on surfaces in an attempt to control the accumulation of dust and dirt and other things. The air-vents roared as the air conditioning pumped extra-hard to filter out hair. As they proceeded down the seemingly endless hallways, they passed room after room. Some had open doors which revealed only darkness, or a room which had pillows strewn about, beds half-made in preparation.

Her ear twitched as she heard an excited groan from one of the rooms as they passed. Before her curiosity could probe much further, the door shut. When she looked back in front of her, she found that the Countess had stopped. Clover wobbled, trying to catch her balance so as not to run into the woman. The Countess smiled, flicking her tail, "This is why the longer ones are the best. More balance that way, you see? But no matter, child. Here we are, roooom..." she looked between her clipboard and the faded sign on the door, "Something. But this is the one. I could smell it a mile away.

Clover looked at her questioningly. Her nose twitched, not smelling anything peculiar. The Countess smiled, cooed softly, and pranced back the way she had some. Clover put her hand on the door, looking back at her. The Countess rapped her claws on the clipboard, "Go ahead, dear. Go ahead and get ready. He will be with you shortly," she said finally before leaving her.

Clover pushed the door open, her paws feeling the smoothe carpet as she entered the room - a welcome comfort from the cold tile and the hard concrete outside. She flicked on the lights, illuminating a spacious bedroom with a lush, king-sized bed. Several bowls of vegetables lay on the dresser, as well as a crystalline pitcher of icewater. A few items lay on the bedstand on the other side, a rope-tug for chewing, as well as a few other tactile instruments. She blinked, not quite sure if she was ready for anything quite like that.

When she looked to her right, she saw an upright mirror set into the wall. Clover walked over to it, looking at her reflection briefly. She thought about what the Countess had said. Did she mean to undress? Her previous partners had requested that be part of the experience. She sniffed, hoping it wouldn't go as quickly as her last encounter. Nonetheless, she began to unbutton her white dress shirt, but she had only loosed two of them when a baritone voice called from the door. Her own caught in her throat as he said, "No. Leave it on. I've missed it... missed you."

Clover turned with a gasp as a large Flemish rabbit entered the room. Her face lit up, her ears laying back as she said, "Ger... Geráld?"

He smiled, closing the door behind him. His aurburn fur was as vibrant as it always was. She let out an eager sigh as he approached her, clothed only in a pair of striped green and white plaid boxers. She hadn't noticed it before, but as he came up behind her, she could smell his familiar musk. It permeated the room, but wasn't overpowering. "Hey, babe. It has been a while. Still working the brainwashing club?"

She looked at him from the coner of her eye, feeling his warmth against her back as he wrapped his arms around her. "Yes, but... This... this isn't one I wear at work. I just... you know. I know how excited you used to get with uniforms."

"Mhmmmm..." he said, running his fingers through the fur of her arm, "You know what I like."

She nodded, "You haven't changed. You never do, but... I have."

"Is that so? Listen, I'm sorry if how we ended things before... I'm sorry if I hurt you," he kissed her cheek, his front teeth nibbling at her gently.

She nodded, leaning her head back as she felt his teeth along her face. She rubbed her legs together, the fur of her groin rubbing coarsely against her womanhood.

He paused for a moment, whispering in her ear before easing her over to the bed, "What ever happened to that human boyfriend of yours?"

"Oh, nothing," she smiled, crawling onto the covers, "I think... I think he might be one of us. He doesn't know yet, of course. Part of me is relieved, but I don't know how to break it to him."

He began kissing the back of her neck, nibbling along the base of her ears as his hands traced a line down her back. Finally, he reached under her skirt, flipping it up. She heard him chuckle as she propped herself up on the satin pillows, "What, no panties?" he said, putting a paw against her bottom.

She looked at him, her pink eyes sparkling in the lamplight, "No. It's hard to find lingerie that fits, with the tail and all. Unless you want me to just rock boxers like you. You forget.... I'm much farther along than I was when we first met. The human side is little more than a disguise now. No more flip-flopping."

He grabbed her ass-cheek firmly, "Good. This you is... much better," he said breathily, thrusting against her gently. She could feel big bulge growing beneath the linen which separated them.

Their mutual excitement filled the air. Clover felt tightness in her bosom as her breasts began to grow, the tenuous hold the magic had on them fading away. Her fur tingled as it pressed against the inside of her clothes, heightened also by her burgeoning arousal. Tighter and tighter her shirt became, until the buttons burst, falling upon the bed. She felt smaller nipples grow further down on her belly, their sensitive, furless tips taught against her shirt as Geráld began to thrust again.As his manhood swelled, he pulled his boxers down, in a moment when their flesh was still pressed tightly together. Their fur mingled as his balls rubbed against the base of her tail. She smiled. She had forgotten that, after so long with human males... Unlike them, Geráld's were on top, like those of any other male rabbit. His sheath, meanwhile, edged closer and closer to her slit. She shuddered, using her enlarged bosom as a cushion. She crouched down, reading herself as his member slid out of its sheath.

She gasped loudly as he entered her. A sense of fullness rushed through her as he entered a steady rhythm. He could go faster, if he wanted to. All rabbits could. But he was working towards her pleasure as well. He ran a claw gently along the outside rim of one of her ears, electric sensation running down her neck.

"Can you," he grunted between thrusts, "Honestly say- that humans- compare to our own kind?"

She snorted, her backside arching, "I... I can't seem to escape it, either way. Finally met someone normal, an accountant from Yonkers, but... turns out he's a Kin too. I'm a freak magnet, I guess."

He thrusted again, long and slow this time as he neared his completion. He paused, groaning as he struggled to slow down, "Better a freak than never fucked."

She laughed sharply, "And you've done more than your share of fucking me over."

He grunted, "I'll fuck you over that table if you keep bringing that shit up is what I'll do."

"Yes, Prince Charming," she said. Her entire back arched as she felt his length pressing deeper and deeper into her. Her paws tingled, and her breath became ragged as she felt each and every stroke of his. An electric sensation ran through her body as her vagina throbbed. Her own juices helped lubricate as he grunted behind her. Clover felt each and every hair on her body stand up in waves as she orgasmed. She tightened around his member, and with one last, drawn out push, he loosed himself into her. Energy hummed between them with the furvor of a familiar bond, the power which had transformed her making consumate the special relationship they had with one another. She collapsed on the bed, her breathing slowing as she wondered if she would have the same thing with Duff. Would he enjoy his new identity, or hate her for awakening the Change within him? She hoped the former.

He reatreated from her, leaving Clover feeling hollow, if sated. She sniffed, recalling one of his more eloquent lines... "Like taking the biggest, most goddamn best shit of your entire life."

As she lay there, she felt the tingling of her lungs, the keen sensitivity of her skin as her orgasm faded. Eventually he kissed her, and whispered something in her ear, but as she grew more and more relaxed, Clover drifted to sleep where she lay.

She awoke the next morning with a start, looking at her watch frantically. Shit, shit, shit. She was going to be late. The Dean would not be pleased. She shot up, looking around for her belongings before a thought triggered in her mind.

She looked at her watch again with a sigh. With a sigh of relief she fell back on the bed.

It was Saturday.