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The junior senator from New York was fucking a bunnygirl on the floor of the Senate Chamber again. C-SPAN2 no longer bothered shooting around it, but did at least filter the audio. Nonetheless, Dylan could easily fill in the moans, wet slaps, and the bunnygirl's desperate pleas to be impregnated - sounds which had become unavoidable over the last two months.

Forcing those sounds from his mind, he focused on the proceedings, in which Senator Bradley was arguing in favor of H.R. 16: Allow states to limit public intercourse with Lagomorphs.

"So-called 'bunnygirls,'" he was saying, "have spread to every corner of the globe like an invasive species, yet we know nothing about them. Unrestricted contact with them is a dangerous, radical experiment with unforeseeable consequences for the American public."

The senator was quoting, almost verbatim, part of the testimony Dylan and his fellow biologists had given the day before. He could only hope it would bring people to their senses.

The bartender set down a second scotch in front of Dylan, which he anxiously raised to his lips without taking his eyes from the screen.

"Take, for example, what is commonly known as 'cottonbrain,'" the senator continued. "The word is used as a joke, but what if it really were a symptom of some contagion endemic to the bunnygirls' species? What if-"

Dylan felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to see an attractive young man in a red jersey smiling down at him. "Hey, sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I change the channel? The Commanders game starts in ten minutes."

"There's an important piece of legislation being considered right now," Dylan said.

The man's smile flickered in confusion. "Oh, okay. I'll find another TV." He turned back to the front entrance. "Bro! You coming in or what?"

A man in a matching jersey entered, this one with a bunnygirl on his arm. "Sorry," he said. "Just got distracted petting this cutie."

"You're friggin' cottonbrained, I swear."

Despite himself, Dylan's eyes locked on the bunnygirl. Like all of her kind, she was small - a head shorter than the man she walked with, even from the tips of her long ears - shy, and utterly captivating. Her soft, white fur cried out to be stroked, the sensitive spots on the back of her neck and between her ears to be scritched, and her nervous demeanor to be soothed by any means possible.

And if that meant getting her full and pregnant, who could deny her? Despite their alien appearance, bunnygirls were undeniably hot and, anecdotally at least, extremely compatible with human cock. And they always wanted it.

Dylan could stand up, press her naked, furry body against the wall, and sheath his unprotected cock deep inside her right then. It would feel amazing, and no one would mind - hell, somebody might even reward him with a free drink if he got enough of those musical moans out of her.

The bunnygirl was returning his stare with a spark of recognition in her huge, sparkling purple eyes. He frowned. Had he seen this particular bunnygirl before? Several had approached him for sex since his arrival in DC, all of whom he had, of course, turned down. Had she been one of them?

"Come on, bun-bun," the man beside her said.

She turned her eager eyes back up to him. "Coming!"

"You sure will be."

She giggled. "You're so funny."

That adorable little tail vanished around the corner of the bar and Dylan returned to his senses. He shuddered. Bunnygirls were dangerously alluring. It didn't help that, with so much material to prepare for his testimony, he hadn't had time or energy to get himself off in at least a week.

He drained his scotch and refocused his attention on CSPAN-2, where the Senate clerk was now taking the roll call vote. The vote was expected to break along party lines, the parties having split for "pro-bunnyfucking" and "anti-bunnyfucking" a month prior. So far, it was on track for 50-50, a tie which would be broken by the "anti-bunnyfucking" vice president.

The camera wandered the Senate Chamber until it found another bunnygirl. She had undoubtedly been waved through security in exchange for puppy dog eyes or maybe a blowjob, and now knelt beside another senator. Unable to resist a closer look at the pretty thing, the camera operator zoomed in.

Dylan realized with a start that the bunnygirl was with Senator Felzkowski, nuzzling her and receiving enthusiastic pets in return. But Felzkowski was part of the "anti-bunnyfucking" party. Why would she allow herself to be caught on camera like this?

Dylan's worst fears came true as, when the clerk called her name, she crossed the aisle to vote "Nay." The final vote tallied 51-49 against.

That bunnygirl's affections had had such convenient timing that Dylan almost wondered whether it had been intentional. Of course, that was ridiculous. Bunnygirls couldn't count to five, let alone fifty. His side had lost, plain and simple.

Dylan slumped in despair. It was over. His cross-country trip and all his work had been for nothing. At that very moment, as if to rub it in, the man in the red jersey from earlier bent his bunnygirl companion over the bar and began to rut her, not even pausing his conversation with his friend.

Was everyone out of their minds? How had public sex with bunnygirls become so normalized? If any two humans did what those two were doing, they would be ejected from the establishment or even jailed.

If this were a Hollywood alien invasion with saucers and ray guns, it would be easier to deal with. But the bunnygirls had no leaders with which to negotiate - they didn't even seem to understand the concept when asked. And no one had yet managed to investigate their warrens without suffering cottonbrained delirium.

The bartender returned, interrupting his ruminations. "The game's starting, so I have to change the channel."

"Go ahead. It's over now."

"Well, I hope the vote went your way," she said, and switched over to the game. "Another scotch, rocks?"

"Please." She nodded and moved on to take orders from the incoming crowd of sports fans.

This would be his third drink of the day at only 1 o'clock, but what did it matter? For all Dylan knew, every human on Earth might soon be dead of some unknown bunnygirl virus.

The man at the other end of the bar surrendered his load to the bunnygirl with a shuddering cry of pleasure. She thanked him over and over, her high, delightful tones momentarily hushing the crowd into appreciative silence. When it was over, he ordered her a carrot juice, which of course the bartender prepared immediately despite the long queue of orders.

The bunnygirl's supernaturally fertile womb was certain to bear a litter now, Dylan reflected bitterly. Not that it mattered - the man could copulate with a dozen bunnygirls a day and the resulting offspring would be a drop in the ocean.

Dylan himself could go out right now, track down each bunnygirl that had previously approached him, look into their colorful, mesmerizing eyes, and agree to give them what they wanted.

No. Someone had to hold the line of sanity, and he wouldn't surrender just because of a minor setback. Tomorrow, he would meet with his fellow biologists and discuss their next steps. For now, he turned his attention to the meaningless game on screen and let his feelings dissolve into a daze.

"Hi!" a voice broke in.

Dylan blinked, realizing that several minutes had passed and the game had at some point paused for commercials. Lowering his gaze from the screen, and then down even farther, he saw the recently-inseminated bunnygirl standing behind the bar.

"The nice bartender lady asked me to help her because she's really really busy," the bunnygirl said. She set down a fresh scotch in front of Dylan. "She also said you looked sad and might feel better if you pet me."

Dylan had never even touched a bunnygirl before, fearing that unknown contaminants might be spread by contact. However, it was hard to refuse now that one was right in front of him, dumb, innocent, and practically bouncing in place with eagerness.

He hesitantly reached for the spot between her ears that bunnygirls enjoyed so much. Before even making contact, her fur tickled his fingertips as if with static electricity, and then his palm touched down in her fluff.

She felt incredible. Her fur was the softest thing he had ever felt, and he couldn't resist burying his fingers in it. As he stroked her head, the bunnygirl's eyes fluttered shut and her footpaw thumped happily. His chest swelled with affection, as though she were a long-lost stuffed animal he had missed since childhood.

The petting felt like it went on for ages, yet it was too soon when the bunnygirl's eyes opened again. "I've gotta go," she said. "That human and his friend said they want 'seconds.'" She practically swooned at the thought. "Can you join too? Please? I can smell that you're horny!"

He wanted so badly to say "yes." However, there were more important things to worry about than his cock, no matter how achingly hard it may be. Dylan swallowed before responding, "No. I'm sorry."

"Aw. Well, let me know if you change your mind!" With that, she hopped away.

Halfway down the bar, the bunnygirl looked back over her shoulder. She met Dylan's eyes one last time, and he saw in them again that strange look of recognition. He wondered again how he would know her or, conversely, how she would know him.

Once the source of temptation had gone, Dylan sighed in relief. No wonder people got cottonbrained over these things. It was easy to imagine foregoing work and social obligations, returning to bunnygirls for more and more like they were an addiction.

Dylan needed to get back to his hotel and get himself off before he made a decision he would regret. It would help relieve his stress, anyway. He swallowed his drink in one gulp, counted out a pile of cash on the edge of the bar, and walked out.

"Hey! Sir!" the bartender called after him. "Don't you want your drink?"

"Already got it," he called back. The bartender must have gotten confused among the rush of orders.

Outside, the bright spring day did nothing to lift his spirits, but the numbing buzz of alcohol was rising up to take care of that. As he walked the three blocks to the Gallery Place-Chinatown station, he counted three men fucking bunnygirls, a couple walking one on a leash, and a woman giving eager cunnilingus to yet another.

Dylan lacked the energy to be outraged. The scotch was hitting much harder than he expected but, fortunately, his hotel was only a few stops away. Once there, he could jerk off, sleep the rest of the day, and then book the next flight back to California. Anything more complicated than that was out of reach for now.

By the time he passed through the fare gate, he was unsteady on his feet and had to pause to lean on a pillar. Chugging that third scotch had been a mistake. This might be the most drunk I've ever been, he thought. He found himself oddly proud of this; after all, reacting to current events this way only proved that he was still sane.

"Oh jeez, are you okay?"

Forcing his vision into focus, he spotted a chai-colored bunnygirl looking up at him with concern. This one's eyes, unnaturally colorful as always, were scarlet and flecked with fascinating hues of gold.

"I'm fine," he slurred. "Leave me alone."

"But you look so sleepy and sick."

"I'm fine," he said again. "Go away."

She shook her head. "Nuh-uh. C'mon, sleepyhead, I'll help you to the train."

Even through the drunken haze, Dylan knew this was unusual. Normally, bunnygirls were so deferential to humans that the lightest admonition would send them scurrying away.

She offered her paw to Dylan. The padless, fluffy fur, lighter in color than the rest of her body, was tempting. He knew he shouldn't take it, given how worked up he had gotten the last time he touched a bunnygirl, but the trip to the Yellow Line side of the platform would only take a minute. Besides, he really needed the support.

He reluctantly took her paw. It was warm and inviting and, in his intoxicated state, he couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure at the touch.

"Aw, sounds like you like that!" the bunnygirl cooed.

"Feels nice," he agreed. He was too out of it to lie.

"Yay!"

She pulled him along one plodding step at a time. Trying to stave off the dizziness, he fixed his eyes on the hexagonal tiles passing under his shoes (and her footpaws) as she led the way.

Dylan frowned. They had been walking for a long time now, and he really needed to sit down. He lifted his heavy head and was surprised to see the end of the platform before him, train tunnels agape on either side of the concrete wall.

"Where-"

"It's okay," she said soothingly. "Just relax."

He noticed a bright yellow sign on the concrete wall, and as he drew closer its text came into focus: "WARREN AHEAD. DO NOT ENTER." Below it lay a section of cracked floor leading down into darkness.

"Wait-" he protested. He tried to pull away from the bunnygirl's grasp, but she wrapped that plush fur tighter around his hand and held him in place.

"It's okay, Dylan. You can go to sleep now."

His muscles gave out as though they had been waiting for permission. With surprising strength, she held his weight and guided him safely to the floor. The last thing he saw before passing out were three more bunnygirls emerging from the warren and sauntering toward him.

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He awoke in a small, warm chamber, furnished only by the soft bed in which he lay. Its walls were hung with tapestries of elaborate geometric patterns of concentric diamonds, which held Dylan's fascination for a long moment.

Then he noticed the bare rock behind them. Recalling his last conscious moments, he realized with horror that he must be in the underground bunnygirl warrens.

He tried to bolt out of the bed, only to realize that his wrists and ankles were bound by ropes attached to each corner of the bed. He was trapped.

"At last," a familiar voice said. "I was worried I'd given you too much sedative and you'd never wake up."

Dylan turned to see three bunnygirls cuddling in a pile on the floor. The one who had spoken was the white-furred and purple-eyed one from the bar. To her left lay the chai-furred, scarlet-eyed one from the Metro station, and to her right lay an unfamiliar bunnygirl, gunmetal gray with golden eyes.

White yawned and stretched, every delicate muscle in her tight frame rippling under her soft fur. The other two followed suit, easing each other awake with affectionate nuzzles. The sight was equal parts erotic and adorable, and Dylan had to avert his gaze before speaking.

"What are you doing?" he demanded. "Why have you kidnapped me?"

White cocked her head. "You don't know?"

"Of course I don't!"

Chai giggled. "It's because of your testimony, stupid! You said a lot of mean lies about us, like how we're 'invasive.'"

"Well, we are literally invading his planet," Gray countered. Chai stuck out her tongue at this.

Dylan was dumbstruck. "You...watched my testimony? I didn't think any of you would even understand it."

White laughed. "As you can tell, we're not so air-headed as we may seem."

"Most of us aren't," Gray said, inclining her head toward Chai.

"Hey!" Chai protested.

Ignoring them, White continued, "To be sure, we do tend to get a bit dopey on the surface. Our breeding instinct is so strong that it can be hard to think straight."

She glanced down at Dylan's cock. It was only then that he realized he was naked and, despite the danger, semi-erect. He blushed and looked away again. "Please, just let me go. I'm not a threat to you."

"No, you're not," White agreed. "But you could be an asset."

"What? What do you mean?"

"You did well in front of the Senate yesterday. I want to put your handsome face in front of even more cameras, only this time to spread our messages."

The gorgeous bunnygirl thought he was handsome? Shaking the thought from his mind, he asked, "What messages?"

Gray stepped in to explain. "'The bunnygirl population is shrinking, not growing.' 'Cottonbrain is a myth.' ''There is no need to investigate the warrens.'"

Chai hopped up beside Gray. "'Bunnygirls are cute and sweet and deserve all your pets and big plates of vegetables!'" Gray rolled her eyes at this.

They were asking Dylan to betray a lifetime of loyalty to the truth. "No," he said. "I'd rather die."

Gray scoffed. "That's a little dramatic, don't you think?"

White padded to the bed and sat beside Dylan. Her fur was on the verge of brushing his bare skin, and he couldn't help imagining how wonderful it would feel to press his naked body against hers. His cock throbbed, and he didn't dare look down to see how much harder he was getting.

"No one wants to kill you," White said. "In fact, I'll even give you a chance to earn your freedom."

Dylan met her purple eyes. Though they now shone with unmistakable intelligence, they held no malice. "What are your terms?"

"Prove you're too strong-willed for us to seduce, and we'll let you go. You would hardly make a reliable asset if you could resist us, after all."

"And how would you try to..." Dylan swallowed. "...seduce me?"

Chai flopped onto the bed beside White, wriggling with excitement. "Let me do it! He can feed me and wrap me in cozy warm blankets and after that he'll be obsessed with taking care of me! Humans never get enough of spoiling me!" She leaned over Dylan, her scarlet eyes practically glowing. "Wouldn't you just love to have me as your pet?"

Suddenly appearing on the other side of Dylan, Gray lifted her surprisingly large footpaw and thumped it down on the bed. "I'll do it. One minute under my paws is all it takes for humans to get addicted. A lot of them are already wired to like feet, not to mention how potent our pheromones are there."

White held up her paw. "Both good ideas, girls, but I think I know how we should treat our guest." She turned back to Dylan. "In your testimony, you were quite concerned about the explosion in our population and the need to control human-bunnygirl breeding."

"Yes. What about it?"

"Well, since you feel that way so strongly, it should be easy for you to resist impregnating one of us. For example..." She looked between Chai and Gray for a moment before finally gesturing to Gray. "Her."

"Aw," Chai whined.

Gray grinned down at Dylan, her golden eyes shining. "How about it, future cottonbrain?"

Dylan's eyes wandered from Gray's muzzle down to her small, shapely breasts, down further to her delicate belly fur, and finally to the pink opening between her muscular thighs.

Forcing his voice steady, he answered, "What do I do?"

"It's simple," White replied. "Put that hard, needy cock of yours where it wants to go so badly. Once you've had a taste, you're free to leave. But," she said, raising a digit of her paw, "if you finish inside her, you're ours."

"Oh, that's so mean!" Chai said. "Humans love cumming inside us!"

Dylan closed his eyes. That was all he had to do? There had to be some trick. Sure, he was horny - more horny than he had ever been in his life, in fact - but there were countless times he had put more important things before sex.

"I'll do it," he agreed.

"No shit, you will," Gray said.

"But, before we start, can we speak for a minute?" he pleaded. "Please, I have so many questions."

"Boring!" Chai complained. "Get to the sex!"

"A scientist to the end, are you?" White mused. She paused to consider this. "I don't know. It wouldn't be prudent to give away all our secrets should you make it out of here a free man."

"Not going to happen," Gray vowed. Her grin was somehow menacing despite the adorable buck teeth it showed off.

"Still," White concluded, "I suppose there's no harm in answering one question if it will bring you peace of mind."

Only one question? Dylan's mind raced with possibilities.

Where did they come from? How were they related to Earth lagomorphs, if at all? How did bunnygirls gestate and reach maturity so quickly? Did they have some technology that accelerated these processes? How were they able to interbreed with humans? Why did they interbreed with humans, if their offspring were all bunnygirls?

Gray sighed impatiently. "I could have stepped his mind away in the time he's taken to think of something."

Finally coming to a decision, Dylan said, "What is your goal here on Earth?"

White smiled. "Is that what you want to know? I thought it was obvious. We're here to consume your resources and multiply. Your species will provide us food, water, and sperm until the moment the last of you starve, and be happy to do it."

Still reeling from this answer, Dylan lay still as the bunnygirls removed his restraints. White and Chai helped him to his feet, their paws pressing into his back with such hot pleasure that he imagined them leaving glowing imprints. After he was upright, Gray took his place, laying down on her back.

"Not like that," White admonished her. "On all fours. Putting your paws in his face would be an unfair advantage. You have more than enough paw addicts on the surface anyway."

"Fine," Gray grumbled.

She turned over and propped herself up on her knees and elbows, giving Dylan a full view of her thick rear and powerful legs. Her short tail puffed up above her inviting opening, which was already puffy and wet. In fact, Dylan could smell her arousal from where he stood. Did she want this as badly as he did?

Chai hopped around the bed and lay her head cheek to cheek with Gray's, looking up at Dylan. "This is the perfect spot to watch from! I'll get to see the exact moment he gets cottonbrained!"

White joined Chai, though she remained standing. "Whenever you're ready, human."

"Hurry up and let me break you," Gray said.

Dylan hesitantly placed his hands on Gray's hips. That luxurious fur was no longer merely pleasant to the touch but intoxicating. With every passing moment, her enticing scent was growing stronger and her naked form more appealing. If Dylan was going to do this, he would have to do it soon.

The height of the bed put his trembling cock only an inch below her pussy, close enough to feel the heat pouring out from it. That warmth would feel so good, so right wrapped around his shaft and ready to milk out every pulse of seed.

But he wouldn't let it get to that point. He would only penetrate and withdraw, proving he was stronger than they thought. That humanity was stronger than they thought.

He put one foot on the bed to raise himself up, bringing the tip of his cock against Gray's slick, hot sex. It brushed the velvety lips, making Dylan shiver in anticipation, and his hips thrust forward of their own accord.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. He was barely inside the bunnygirl, yet it felt like his entire nervous system had rearranged itself into that single inch. Overwhelming pleasure washed over him, making his head spin.

He pushed deeper, moving hesitantly as though he couldn't believe what he was feeling and needed to confirm it. He sank in until his hips touched down on the silky fur of her rear, her pussy rippling around his sensitive cock all the way.

"I still think it should've been paws," Gray groaned. Her breathy voice belied the frustration her words tried to convey.

All Dylan had to do now was pull out. His cockhead throbbed at the entrance of her womb, ready to spurt enough hot cum to fertilize a litter if he let this go any further. Heedless of his conscious desires, his body burned for it. After all, evolution had wired his cock to all the pleasure chemicals his brain could produce, ensuring that if he found himself inside a warm, fertile mate, he wouldn't stop until the job was done.

The bunnygirls, wherever they had come from, seemed designed to exploit this primal instinct. But no matter how good it felt, continuing to fuck Gray would only hasten the end of his species. Dylan gathered his resolve and began to slip himself out.

Her pussy tightened around his shaft as he did, as if trying to hold onto it. It felt even better than it had going in, and he paused at the last moment, not wanting to give up that last bit of rich pleasure. It was like trying to get out of bed after a night of insufficient sleep.

Looking down, he saw the portion of his shaft still squeezed into her under that gorgeous little tail, and felt how cold and needy the rest of his length was by comparison. How slick and ready it was. Without any conscious decision, he slid back in.

"There he goes!" Chai cheered.

"Enjoy it," White said with a mischievous smile. "Just don't cum."

Dylan was being ridiculous. He was better than this, wasn't he? Yet with each thrust came the thought just one more, and each "one more" felt even better than the last. Gray moaned and pushed back against him openly, unable to maintain her stoic facade. Making her feel good made Dylan feel like the most important person on the planet.

He climbed fully onto the bed and mounted her like an animal, bending over her and pressing his chest into the fur of her back. As he pounded harder and harder, her cries grew louder and more urgent until finally her pussy clenched around his cock as she came. He walked his legs forward to get even deeper inside her, to feel even more of that incredible milking sensation, and with a few more shallow thrusts felt the inevitable swell of his own climax.

This was his last chance to end this. He could still pull out, have a slightly less enjoyable orgasm, and leave here free. He could tell everyone what he knew of the bunnygirls and organize a defense.

Then Gray spoke up. "Cum inside me," she whimpered. "I want you to get me pregnant with a litter so bad, please-"

If the blinding pleasure of his cock hadn't been enough to convince him, Gray's words were. She really needed it - somehow even more than he did. She needed this even more than he needed to be free, he thought hazily.

He let it happen. As if moving on its own, his cock found the deepest part of her and paused there as every muscle in his body tightened around the impending orgasm. Then the dam burst and his eyes clenched shut. Every thought was washed away in the pounding, spurting release.

Gray babbled her gratitude over and over as rich human seed flooded her insides. Dylan pictured it doing its work, and could only hope it would fertilize every last ovum for her.

When he could finally open his eyes, he saw Gray panting happily beneath him, with White and Chai looking pleased behind her.

The bunnygirls were perfect. Utterly adorable, impossibly attractive. Cottonbrain was exactly the right word; his mind was completely swaddled in the softness of those little tails. Whatever priorities he had had before were distant now. Nothing could be more important than taking care of their needs.

Basking in the warm afterglow, Dylan looked down at his twitching cock, still buried inside Gray. As it softened, a trickle of seed flowed out around it. He had certainly taken care of Gray's needs, he thought proudly.

"Looks like you lost, human," White said with a smile.

Still panting, Dylan returned her smile. "No. No, I didn't."

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Gray still wanted her footpaws appreciated, so Dylan spent an uncountable span of time with his nose buried in her huge, pillowy stompers as she enjoyed a post-coital nap. They smelled and felt unbelievable, and he knew he would do anything to be under them again. He could have shot load after mind-melting load while huffing them, but he knew his cum was exclusively for making more bunnygirls now.

Fortunately, he soon got the relief he needed when Chai asked to be stuffed full of bunnies next. Now that he had accepted his purpose, he could simply lose himself in the pleasure as he hosed her insides down with seed. When it was done, he tucked her into bed with a kiss on her cute little nose.

Afterward, White offered Dylan a tour of the warren, which he eagerly accepted. From the velvet seat of a human-pulled wagon, he got to see frolicking crowds of bunnygirls, the strange, spiraling trees that took them between worlds, and the butterfly gardens which reversed their aging. He even saw other humans, scientists like him, hard at work drawing up plans for how humanity could better serve the bunnygirls.

It was all fascinating, but Dylan was more fixated on White. When the tour was over, he got to give her a bath, a long massage, and yet another bellyfull of bunnies.

He couldn't believe the lucky circumstance of biology that had brought him here. His body could satisfy those perfect bunnygirls, bring even more bunnygirls into the world, and, as an added bonus, let him feel incredible doing it.

After stepping off the wagon, Dylan ran into Gray, who introduced him to the fully-mature bunnygirls he had sired. She had gone to another world to raise them, she explained, one where time flowed faster relative to Earth. Although twenty years had passed for her, she had never forgotten him. He was honored beyond words to hear this, and his bliss only multiplied when she requested another session of paw worship.

Later, when White reminded him that other humans didn't feel about bunnygirls the way he did, he was dumbstruck and asked what he could do to help change that. She was only too happy to tell him.