Chapter 70 - Seventy: Rabbit Mommy

Chapter 70: Chapter Seventy: Rabbit Mommy

The sun was too bright. It streamed through the high windows of the small dining annex, painting the polished oak table in harsh, cheerful stripes. My head felt like it was stuffed with damp cotton. Last night’s... visitor... had left a strange, hollow fatigue behind, deeper than just physical exhaustion.

A new bunny maid was laying out breakfast. She was... something else. Short, bright pink hair in two messy buns. A body that put even the five sisters to shame... her breasts were so massive they strained against the tiny, frilly apron that was her only real clothing. Her hips were wide enough to be a structural concern, and her ass was a glorious, jiggling masterpiece. As she leaned over to place a plate of fruit before me, I got a full view of the thick, black cursive tattoo inked right across her lower abdomen, just above her neatly trimmed triangle of pink fur: BREEDING SLUT.

Gulp

My eyes, almost of their own accord, glued themselves to her ass as she walked back to the sideboard. She glanced over her shoulder, caught me staring, and gave a little, deliberate wiggle. The cheeks bounced hypnotically. She flashed me a smile that was all pink lips and sharp, white teeth.

Vesper, sitting at the head of the table picking at some smoked fish, noticed the exchange. She let out a short, amused laugh. "Curious about this one, stud? That’s Rina. Head of the warren. The Matriarch."

Rina turned, placing a platter of warm pastries on the table. "Mistress flatters me~" she chirped, her voice a warm, husky alto compared to her daughters’ higher pitches.

"Rina," Vesper said, her tone teasing. "Wanna have babies with him? He’s got good seed. Your girls were... thoroughly fertilized last night."

Rina’s long ears perked straight up. She looked me over, her pink eyes were much sharper and more knowing than her daughters’... trailing from my face down to my lap. A slow, deeply appreciative smile spread across her face. "Oh, I saw the state they were in this morning. Very thorough. Very... potent." She licked her lips. "The offer is very tempting, Mistress. A Matriarch always seeks strong new blood to strengthen the warren."

She leaned over my shoulder to refill my juice glass, letting one of her impossibly heavy breasts press against my arm. "Thank you, by the way," she whispered, her breath warm in my ear. "For taking such good care of my daughters. They were very happy."

I froze, a piece of toast halfway to my mouth. The word clanged in my sleep-addled brain.

"D-d-d-daughters?" I stammered, lowering the toast.

Rina straightened up, patting her flat, tattooed stomach with a soft pat-pat. "Of course, silly! Blossom, Thistle, Snowdrop, Clover, and Hazel. My little pride and joys~" Her smile was beatific. "They came from right here. Best litter I ever had."

The mental image hit me like a runaway carriage. This woman, this ’matriarch’ with the body of a fertility goddess and a ’Breeding Slut’ tattoo, was the mother of the five ravenous rabbit-girls I’d spent hours fucking into a cum-drenched stupor. I’d just ravished a woman’s five daughters... And she was thanking me for it.

Vesper watched my stunned expression, her smirk widening. "Rabbitkin reproductive biology is... efficient. Rapid maturation. Strong familial bonds. And a matriarch’s primary drive is to secure strong mates for her offspring to improve the bloodline." She took a delicate sip of tea. "You, by fucking her daughters senseless, have just presented yourself as a prime candidate. Congratulations. You’ve become a prime mate to her~"

Rina just winked at me, gave her ass another little shake as she walked away, and hummed a happy tune.

I looked down at my lavish breakfast. My appetite was gone, replaced by a dizzying sense of having stepped into a world where the rules were written in a language of pure, unadulterated instinct. I’d gone to bed getting a phantom blowjob and woken up to a MILF bunny maid offering to bear my children because I’d already impregnated her quintuplet daughters. The sheer, cascading absurdity of it was either a nightmare or the best dream I’d ever had.

The logic, the absurdity, the sheer fucked-up-ness of it all... it all melted away under a single, overwhelming tide of sensation.

I was staring at Rina’s retreating form, at the hypnotic sway of her hips, at the bold tattoo that was less an insult and more a proud declaration. My mouth went dry. A slow, primal heat began to uncoil in my gut, pushing aside the fatigue, the confusion, the everything.

Thoughts, very strange thoughts started whispering in my mind.

’Take her... right here... bend her over that polished wood... grab those fluffy ears and make her squeal... breed that bunny slut... make both mother and daughters pregnant...’

The whispers became a roar. My vision narrowed to the curve of her back, the base of her twitching tail. My dick, which had no business being ready for anything, was already hard and straining against my trousers.

I immediately moved.

"Kyaaah!?"

I was out of my chair in a single, fluid motion. Three long strides and I was behind her. My hands shot out, one gripping a handful of her pink hair at the scalp, the other grabbing the thick, fluffy puff of her white tail.

"Hey!? What the fuck!?" Vesper’s sharp voice cut through the dining room.

I ignored her.

I yanked Rina backward, spinning her, and shoved her down face-first onto the breakfast table. Plates shattered. A ceramic fruit bowl tipped over, sending grapes and berries rolling across the oak surface and onto the floor. A pitcher of juice crashed down, drenching the tablecloth in sticky purple.

"You idiot! Those are imported!" Vesper shrieked, surging to her feet.

I didn’t give a shit. My focus was on the bunny-woman pinned beneath me. She let out a startled "Oof!" but it quickly morphed into a deep, throaty laugh. "Eager, aren’t we~?"

I played with her rabbit tail for a second, giving it a firm tug that made her gasp, then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her tiny, frilly panties. I tore them off with a sharp rrrip. Her bare, pink-furred pussy was exposed, already glistening. I didn’t hesitate. I shoved my middle finger inside her, curling it.

"N-Nnnnhnn~!!"

She was drenched. Hot. And tight in a different way than her daughters... a deeper, more experienced, muscular clench. She moaned, long and loud, pushing her ass back against my hand. "Nnnngh~! Yes! Just like that!"

"You are ruining my whole fucking breakfast!" Vesper snarled, looking apoplectic. "And my Limoges china!"

I was beyond hearing. I pulled my finger out, slick with her arousal, and fumbled with my own pants. I freed my cock, already weeping pre-cum, and positioned myself at her soaked entrance.

"Nghnns~ Nhnnn~ ♥" Rina moaned softly

I didn’t tease. I drove my hips forward in one powerful, splitting thrust, burying myself to the hilt in the matriarch bunny’s welcoming cunt.

The table groaned. Another plate skittered off the edge and shattered on the floor.

Rina screamed, a raw, ecstatic sound that shook her entire body. "GUH-HAAAAA~! FILL ME! BREED ME! NNNNGGGH!"

I started fucking her immediately. Hard. Fast. Each slam of my hips into her ass shook the table, sending cutlery clattering and more dishes to their doom.

Squelch. Thud. Crack!

Vesper was pacing now, her face a mask of haughty fury. "That’s a hand-painted serving platter! Do you have any idea what that costs? You fucking animal! I’m docking your pay! I’m docking it for the plates! For the tablecloth! For the fucking food too!"

Rina, meanwhile, was in heaven. "Harder!" she shrieked, her voice muffled by the wood. "Make me a babies’ mama! Pump your strong seed into the warren’s heart! Make me pregnant! Make me carry your litter! NNNNGGHYEAH~!"

Her moans were a continuous, filthy aria, punctuated by the sounds of destruction. "Oh fuck! Yes! Right there! Split this old bunny in two! AH! AH! AH!"

"Don’t you fucking ignore me! You’re paying for every single piece!" Vesper yelled, pointing a trembling finger at the wreckage.

"That’s coming out of your beastkin earnings! You hear me, you plate-breaking, table-fucking savage?!"

I didn’t hear her.

All I heard was the wet slap of flesh, Rina’s obscene pleas, and the roaring need in my own blood to claim, to dominate, to plant my seed in the women I was mating with.

The world narrowed to the rhythm of my hips and the symphony of Rina’s voice. Her lewd chatter devolved into a stream of pure, ecstatic gibberish.

"Hubby! You are better than my hubby! You are my new hubby! Nnngh! Fill my cunt! Pump it! Pump it all! Make mama bunny’s belly swell! Yessss! Gonna cum! Gonna cum on hubby’s big cock! NNNNGGHHAAAA~!"

Her words meant nothing and everything. They were the soundtrack to her climax, which hit her like a seizure. Her pussy clamped down on me in violent, rippling spasms, her juices gushing around my shaft. The sensation, the sheer vocal surrender, tipped me over the edge.

With a final, guttural roar, I slammed deep and came. I pumped a hot, thick load into her fertile depths, filling her womb, marking the matriarch. She screamed again, a long, trembling wail of absolute fulfillment, her body going limp against the ruined table.

[+26 SP]