Some TLC, ASAP

An entire week.

At least, he thought it had been a week anyway. It was really hard to tell when disgusting human slavers have been injecting him with sedatives ever since their capture. The food they'd been given had been laced him it too... or at least his was. Buster hadn't been able to tell if John's had been laced with it too or not. There wasn't a whole heck of a lot that could get to the wolf, whether it was due to his mass or his sheer stubborn idiocy.

If only that trait had been attributed to him as well.

But no, that was the downside of his quick wit and lithe body - he wasn't dumb enough for things not to affect him. Which is why the slavers used so much of the sedative. It was effective on him but it had to be administered often or his metabolism would burn it up quickly, especially if he moved around quite a bit.

This last day had been the absolute worst. Because while the boy had wished he hadn't had to experience being raped every night - why couldn't they have knocked him out entirely?- they had overloaded him during their march to the duchess's lands. At least, he'd heard the word 'duchess' sometime while partially coherent and figured that she must have purchased them. Probably.

Considering his skills in espionage, he knew many things about the human enemies that plagued the beastkin... but he'd be hard pressed to dredge any of those things up right about now. The last thing he remembered sort of clearly was that he was puking on the floor in some chamber made of bubbling meat and the faeries had come to magic away the vomit.

And then he was still feeling a bit weird for a while when suddenly the faeries stole his pants. Buster was alright with that but before he could do anything, a giant viper knocked him down and slithered atop him, despite his stomach still roiling noisily and the bile threatening to purge his guts if he moved at all.

Uncertain why the viper decided to get him erect, it - she, apparently - opened up her insides to either fuck him or lay eggs in his dick and he pitched forward and retched all over her. She mutated into something resembling a hideously deformed, hairless human infant but then suddenly the world's ugliest baby turned into a squealing pig and the next thing he knew, he was being dragged away outside somewhere.

Still naked.

With as much as he'd vomited, Buster's mind started to clear up a little bit. He could tell that a man was taking him somewhere and also carrying his pants, but he had no idea where. His ears picked up voices all around them but he was too tired to listen and try to make sense of what he was hearing. The sky was green and blue still tasted like cheese right now, so his senses weren't back to normal yet.

At least there was nothing left in his stomach. Now if Buster could only figure out where he was being taken, he might be able to figure out what's going on.

Buster wasn't entirely sure when he'd fallen unconscious.

One minute he'd been being dragged though some sort of drug-induced nightmare landscape and the next he was wrapped in darkness's peaceful embrace. And compared to everything else that had been happening to him since their capture, this was a welcome change. He wasn't being used and assaulted, he wasn't experiencing any horrific hallucinations.

Just the pleasant feeling of his body finally relaxing. His breathing evened out as he slept soundly, his dreams imagining a soft patch of grass under a shady tree. And there was the unexpected, but not unwelcome sensation of slender hands gently scrubbing him clean of all the shit he had been put through lately. Funny how the subconscious mind had conjured up something he desperately needed right now.

Nice, soft, gentle hands carefully washing his body with warm water, while his head laid on something soft and warm. It felt a lot like someone's lap, comforting as the phantom hands worked to rid his body of grime and other dried fluids he didn't want to think of right now. A scent, faint at first, tickled his nose and his nose crinkled a bit in confusion.

The unmistakable scent of an unclaimed female rabbit in heat.

But at the moment Buster was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the concept. A virgin rabbit girl slave? There was absolutely no way. His mind was clearly playing tricks on him by summoning up some previously unknown hidden fantasy he apparently had. None of his previous partners had been virgins - nor had they ever been anything more than flings - and it had never mattered to him before. None of them had been had ever sparked the desire in him to produce offspring either. It had simply been a way to share mutual pleasure, nothing more.

But this girl, this sweet domesticated rabbit, was doing the most wonderful things with her hands. Not once had the water been cold or unpleasant, her fingers massaged all of the gunk out of his fur and made him feel fresh and clean. And once she had him most of the way scrubbed, the girl paused as if debating whether or not she should touch his still partially erect cock. After a moment or two, he felt the soothing water and the tentative touch of her hand on him.

A tiny moan escaped him and he sighed in contentment. For a dream, the boy could feel her touch  with surprising clarity. The way the water swirled around the head, similar to a tongue, before it traveled the length of his shaft and carefully cleansed his sac. The way her hand felt as it stroked him clean - gently at first, then with more confidence. He could feel himself getting harder with her every motion, his hips unconsciously following her movements in a silent plea to keep going, to keep touching him.

He wanted her, needed her.

All too soon the sensation of her hand and the water pulled away and his ears picked up a distant splash as if the girl had cast the used water away from them. A tiny sound of displeasure escaped his throat at the lack of her touch and he tried to mentally rouse himself but wasn't entirely successful.

His senses were finally starting to slowly return to normal, however. The cacophany of noise that plagued his ears had mellowed enough that it was almost entirely birdsong again, the sunshine on his fur was warming him now, and the lap his mind had conjured felt like an actual lap. The hands that had gently scrubbed him clean weren't a figment of his dreams after all, they were caressing him lovingly as if he were something to be treasured. Even after everything he'd gone through.

It felt good.

The tough of her fingers as they played with his flopped left ear - the cartilage having been damaged in battle and healing improperly - combined with the strengthening scent of her heat was finally enough to pull him from his state of semi-consciousness. He squirmed a bit, reaching up and rubbing the sleep away, his emerald eyes opening to look up at her.

The sunlight was above them, shining down and catching her dark, glossy hair as it cascaded all around her like waterfalls. Her short soft fur was an inviting mocha color and it made him want to reach up and touch her. Her teal eyes were a stark contrast to her fur coloring, but they were beautiful and he could get lost in those eyes and never want to be found.

"A...an angel...?" His voice sounded raspy and thick with fading sedatives, "O-or... a... god..dess?"

He placed a hand against his temple and briefly closed his eyes as if to steady his thoughts. Then he cleared his throat and deeply breathed in the scent of her heat. It was dancing all around him, alluring, seductive. She wanted him. Even though he'd been delivered to her covered in vomit and dried cum and all manners of disgusting things. Even though he was dirty and used.

Struggling for a few minutes to force himself into a sitting position, Buster carefully considered his body. His stomach was currently completely empty, so there was no danger of retching anymore. He still swayed and felt a little loopy but with some exercise he could get his blood flowing and clear the fading sedatives from his body. His gaze captured hers as she'd been watching him closely, clearly aroused but holding herself back while he recuperated. His voice came out a little steadier this time, "Are you going to fuck me too?"

At the rabbit's stirring and raspy mutterings, Lu nervously stilled her hands that had been gently caressing him, carefully moving them to fall to her sides as she leaned back to get a better look at him lying on her lap while a small smile played on her lips.

"A goddess huh? How sweet..." She mused, but didn't dare say anything to him yet while he was still trying to get a grasp on reality.

While she was currently dying for his touch because of her heat, she didn't want to make him feel uneasy with her, after all it was all too possible that his abuse had left him traumatized and afraid.

Though it was pretty damn hard for her to stop petting him.

Now that he was all clean and dried off, he had the most wonderfully plush and silky coat she'd ever touched, and she just loved sinking her fingers into it to play with. While things like Celi and Mimi's fluffy fox tails came pretty close, it just wasn't the same, and his fur was by far her favorite thing to touch now that she'd gotten a taste.

Perhaps it was because she'd never be able to touch her own fur ever again.

Due to their collars, none of the girls had been allowed to shift into their beast forms, or even their anthro forms, since they were children living freely in the village. Their master preferring them to stay in their most human looking appearances with only a few of their animalistic features on display.

So Lu had long forgotten what her own beast form was like, what it like to have fur covering her body or little bunny paws to hop around on, and it was something she greatly missed even to this day.

But even still she couldn't just say that petting this rabbit had been for memories sake alone, while she loved the feel of his fur, she also couldn't help but admire his whole gorgeous physique itself now that he was clean.

His fur was a beautiful pale beige with small flecks of slate blue on his shoulders like freckles, and in the warm sunlight he seemed to practically glow with an otherworldly allure. While his hair was a rich chocolatey brown with a striking splash of blue to it, and she wondered just how he colored it, wanting some for herself too.

And as he groggily sat himself up from her lap, his warmth now desperately missed, Lu got a better look at him now that he was somewhat awake.

He was clearly much taller than her, possibly over 2ft her height, and he possessed such toned and lithe muscles that she could tell right away that he was made for speed on the battlefield. But what really caught her eyes, aside from his enticing monstrous cock that left her drooling, was the golden piercings that she'd previously overlooked that decorated his body.

She'd seen the ones adorning his ears, was entranced with them as she'd never seen another beastkin pierced in such a way. But the ones of his chest, pierced through his nipples and even more so his cock, drew her eyes in like a moth to a flame with their bright and glittering display under the sunlight.

So much that she nearly missed what he'd said to her.

"Are you going to fuck me too?"

That question left her brain scrambling for an answer, unsure of how to reply to the beast who'd obviously been used and abused before being dumped on her lap. While she would've loved to fuck him, to have him mount her and breed her, and fill her with his kits the way her body and instincts were screaming at her for.

She absolutely didn't want to use him, not after everything he's been through.

So she could only answer him as honestly as she could, her body trembling now with want as she held herself back from jumping his bones.

"I'd love to fuck you...but only if you'd want too... otherwise I won't say a word about it" She answered resolutely, her hands forming fists in the dirt as she stared into his lovely emerald green eyes.

That question came out strangely, so he couldn't blame her for needing a few moments to think about it. In all honesty, there was really no point in asking such a thing considering that she was clearly in heat and had been the one who had been caressing him. His eyebrows raised in surprise at her answer, having clearly not been expecting her to say such a thing.

The girl clearly wanted him if the way her teal gaze lingered as it swept over his body. The scent of her heat was intoxicating as it wrapped around him, beckoned him near. And yet, she was trying to resist. Not because she was afraid of him but because she knew what he'd been through and she was trying not to add to his pain.

Buster gave her a lopsided grin as his left ear flopped with the motion of his head. "Yeah, I want you to." He crawled towards her on his hands and knees until he was in her personal space, "I appreciate the sentiment, but I can see it in your eyes. You don't want to use me the way that others have, right?"

He wobbled a little when he reached out and stroked her cheek.

"You won't."

His voice was confident, even though he was still trying to assert control over what sedative remained in his body. "You'll be giving me what I need - comfort. You can help me forget them by making new memories with me. I want my body to forget theirs and learn yours instead." He leaned forward and kissed her softly, "I need you."

"Won't you give me what I need?" He asked softly, lips brushing against hers.

Buster gasped in surprise when she pushed him back to the ground on his back, climbing atop him and grinding her already soaked core against his raging hard-on. The wet heat from between hers folds made his hips buck up into hers and his mind screamed at him to bury himself inside her right this second. Her sweet lips crashed down upon his and her soft pink tongue slipped into his mouth to tangle with his. He hadn't been prepared for her to be so bold about this.

But it'd be a lie to claim he wasn't into it.

"If you-if you really mean it then I'd be happy to give you as much comfort as you need..." She started, pulling back a little to look him in the eyes as her lopped ears hung down around him like a curtain. "But I don't just want you to fuck me, I need you to breed me..."

The boy had never had any such interest before, considering none of his previous partners had a sex drive that came close to his. As a rabbit beastkin she was more likely to open her legs for him any time either of them wanted, but that wasn't a solid guarantee that she could keep up. It just meant that she'd be better at it then his previous partners. It was still entirely possible that they might reach a point where she'd beg him to stop and he might not be able to, but they'd figure out what to do when they got there.

If there hadn't been sedatives still within his body, if he'd had a clearer mind, he might've insisted of talking out what breeding meant for beastkin, and what breeding her meant for each of them. They could've discussed everything first and come to a logical agreement... or as logical as anyone could be while in heat. But the rabbit boy was still a little bit loopy and now incredibly aroused. Explanations were going to have to wait until later.

He needed her NOW.

And if she was asking him to breed her it meant she likely knew that meant becoming his mate. She would belong to only him forever and he'd belong only to her, providing for her and giving her as many children as she wanted, and providing for every kit he helped make. Asking an assassin to be a full-time mate and father was kind of a tall order, but right now Buster wasn't thinking of the logistics.

He wanted her. So he would have her, simple as that.

And he would keep her.

"Oh, I'll breed you." Buster said, reaching down to position himself to enter her, "I'm going to give you as many kits as you want." The little temptress gasped as he pushed her skirt to the side and spread her lower lips wide open. He didn't bother to draw it out, knowing they both wanted this desperately.

The lad pushed his cock inside her slowly, partially to be gentle with her for her first time, partially because the sedatives were still making him a bit sluggish. But they weren't going to stop him from breeding her. He shoved himself in as gently as he could, having to thrust into her to work himself deeper as he guided her hips down onto him.

Buster shook his head to try and clear some of the fog from his brain, gripping her hips in place with little effort. This girl was so much tighter than he thought she'd be. Emerald green eyes studied where she was only partially impaled on his shaft and he blinked thoughtfully. She was pleading for him to just do it, but he shook his head again at that.

"I don't want to risk tearing you apart." He murmured, reaching a thumb to slide against her clit, "If you're going to be my mate you're going to intimately learn the deepest throes of pleasure, so I'd rather having you screaming in ecstasy, not agony." The smooth, strong digit rubbed at her expertly, slipping slightly under the hood to the bundle of nerves within.

The girl twitched once, twice, trembled in his hold.

He grinned.

Her pupils were blown wide as she looked down at him, cheeks flushed red with desire and breasts heaving as he worked her swiftly into an orgasm. All the while he held her in place, feeling her cum hard on his cock as her walls fluttered around him and her juices soaked him. And as she was moaning above him while her body relaxed, he took the opportunity to thrust into her, breaking through the barrier easily while she was mid-orgasm.

A cry escaped her that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain as the boy worked his way into her with shallow thrusts. As long as he kept moving he could get her used to it quickly, rather than ramming himself all the way in at once and waiting for her to adjust. This way he could be certain that he wasn't going to permanently damage her.

Buster glided his hands up her torso to knead her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples. "That's right, you're doing so well." Unable to tear his eyes away from her writing form he praised her, "You really are such a perfect mate you know, taking my cock like this for your first time. And so, so beautiful too. You should see how pretty you look with your nipples hard and my cock inside you."

And she was.

She was the absolute picture of debauchery, glorious and exotic while she rode him like a champ. Maybe it was the sedative messing with his head, but the assassin felt his heart thundering in his chest, beating with a feeling that had been completely unfamiliar to him previously. It made him feel a warmth bloom within him, blossoming into a heady desire to mate with her day and night, to fill her with his kits, and to protect her and their future children. It lit up every fiber of his being with the need to keep her by his side forever.

But at the same time, Buster was a skilled assassin.

And as if it were the flip side of the same coin, a darkness grew alongside his desire for happiness with her. He wanted her all to himself, to keep her away from anyone who might be tempted to steal her from him. This girl was going to be his mate. Anyone who tried to harm her or breed her would be met with a violent and grisly death, he'd make damn sure of it.

But she didn't need to know that her new mate is a professional killer, not yet anyway. That was a conversation best saved for after he filled her with his seed and made her his mate... when it was too late for her to change her mind. Not that she'd ever be in danger from him. It was simply a way to make sure she was only his. He felt himself reach her cervix and thrust against it wantonly. His shaft was most of the way inside her, but he still ached for more.

He wanted to be fully sheathed inside her.

But if he was already this deep inside her, could she really take the rest of him? Would she want to try taking him into her womb? Would she be able to handle that? He didn't know and didn't want to push her into it, deciding it was better if she was the one to make that choice.

Time mattered little as Buster took his time enjoying his beautiful new mate.

His hands glided over her smooth mocha skin with a practiced ease as he forced her to ride him at an agonizingly slow pace. The girl had pouted at him at first - undoubtedly, her desperate heat and lack of experience resulting in the desire for him to just hurry up and fuck her. But the boy had wanted to enjoy everything she'd had to offer, and he was going to make damn sure she felt just how much he was enjoying her.

After all, he'd been raped by human men every night since his capture.

Not that he'd even been able to recognize any of their individual faces with how much sedative was in his body at the time, but he had definitely felt it all. Their rough, clumsy hands. Their movements rushed as they just drove into him as if afraid he'd somehow be able to fight back when he was barely functional. If they had actually employed even a modicum of skill, he might've enjoyed it. If they had bothered to make him feel good at all instead of taking turns using him, he might've asked for more. But he'd just been another hole to fuck with a pretty face, so there was no kindness given to him.

Buster rolled his hips into her, making sure to press his piercings into his mate's inner walls in such a way that had them convulsing again. Her nails were scrabbling for purchase around his waist as her back arched and she cried out hoarsely, cumming hard on his cock again. But if she'd thought he was going to stop just because she had already cum several times, she was mistaken.

Instead he just kept fucking her through her orgasm, the grin on his face somewhat sadistic.

I'm going to keep fucking her until she can't feel her legs. The assassin grinned darkly, watching her trembling on his cock as she drenched his already soaked pelvis, She's going to have to beg me if she wants me to stop. Her limbs were trembling from his ministrations, but he had no desire except to keep enjoying his pretty new mate. She'd asked for this after all. And he was more than happy to oblige.

In fact, he could get used to this.

But then she had to throw him for a loop and tell him she wanted him all the way inside her. It caught him so off guard that his hips stuttered for a moment and his fingers involuntarily twitched to grip her a little harder. And his fingers hadn't been the only part of him that had twitched. The monster that was already buried deep inside of her had twitched with the desire to bury itself all the way until it filled her womb.

But wouldn't it hurt? Shouldn't he be making sure she wasn't in any pain after he'd deflowered her out in the open like this for all to see? He was giving her orgasm after orgasm, opening her up and getting her body used to taking in his so that he could breed her as often as she wanted. If anything, he should keep being gentle and work their way up to it since he was so much larger than she was.

Then again... if they were going to do it, they should do it now.

By the look on her face, his pretty little mate wanted every inch of him buried so deeply inside her that he'd be battering the back of her womb before filling it with his seed. If that were the case, there'd be no possible way she wouldn't get pregnant the first time he came inside her. But that had been exactly what she'd asked of him - to breed her.

Well... there was no harm in making sure he'd knocked her up.

So Buster would give into her whim and fuck her womb. But if he was going to give into that whim, he might as well also give into her desire to speed up. Her hands were toying with his pierced nipples as he shifted his hold on her and started pumping into her faster, the sweet curiosity of her exploring his body making his blood burn for her.

Her smile was almost manic as the thought of him fucking her womb directly made her clench around him. Buster bucked faster against her cervix, his eyes watching his mate ride him while she toyed with his piercings, plump breasts bouncing faster as he increased his pace. How he had managed to get so lucky, he'd never know.

When he felt her mouth on his chest and her hips wiggle in his grasp, the boy let go of his self control and slammed into her hard. Once, twice, a third time. And then he felt the head of his cock push past that final barrier as she cried out above him.