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A recent campaign led by Empress Cecille Alborne had sent the land into darkness. The Hypnotic Empress had suddenly voiced her desire to create a scenic garden from which she might gaze upon a fertile meadow and feel the soft brush beneath her feet. Of course, such decrees made by anyone else would be seen as a creative and wistful wont, but for an Empress such as Cecille it was the foreword and stamp on orders to march.
People were displaced, trees were toppled, and the least lucky were take by the Empress and hypnotized. Suddenly, locals and residents were turned into guards and willing members of her new branch of control. She redubbed this swath of land The Loamy Lea.
While Sabrith and Tayelle didn’t know much about what was going on there they knew at least a little. There were the wolf guards that Cecille made of half, and the bunny cultists she made of the other. While the wolves were dangerous, the bunny cultists were quite content with their lust and fully committed to being the perfect set dressing for Cecille’s meadow, pearly pretty fabric bunnies atop a artificial verdant grass. The information of this dichotomy came from a rescued bunny cultist that Tayelle was able to heal back to health and sound mind.
There was, however, a secret in the meadow. In order to create so many bunnies all at once, Cecille had made a relic called The Class Changer, allowing her to quickly apply the changes to all. And all Sabrith and Tayelle had to do was emerge into the lea and destroy this relic. It shouldn’t activate so long as Cecille didn’t see them.
Tayelle devised a method of them sneaking in. Using an illusion spell she was able to fashion Sabrith into her own false bunny cultist attire, their uniform primarily composed of the following:
Leggings that squeezed tightly around the thighs and hugged the subtle musculature of the bunny’s legs closely and outlined the curve and power all the way down to the thick pawed boots.
Arm length gloves that stopped just before the bicep and squished close around the hand ending in a similar paw shape at the palm but opened up gloveless to allow the fingers to be free.
A single heart shaped pastie clinging tight to the slit which was very easily removed when the time came to breed again. On the bunny’s hips was a bright pink tally showing how many times they had been bred that day and it reset at dawn.
And… that was all they wore. Most of the bunny girls had natural puffy tails and tall proud ears. Tayelle falsified those as well, though these would be easier to see through. Clothing was always easier to fake. As well, the tally wouldn’t actually work so if anyone actually decided to take Sab for a ride they would quickly realize that their work would not result in any rewarded seeded. Tayelle of course cast a similar spell upon herself and the pair confirmed their new look.
Tay twitched her pink nose in the mirror and ran her finger against one of her false bunny ears, her hand passing through it like steam and dispersing the illusion wholesale for but a moment. “So… make sure no one touches you, breeds you, uses you, etc. Our goal is the relic. Get to it and break it as soon as possible.”
“Cecille?” Sabrith raised her brow. “Won’t she just hypnotize us right there and then?”
“When the seal breaks,” Tayelle explained with her arms folded over chest to make sure Sabrith was paying attention, “we will have a moment. Cecille put a lot of her magical power in it so the sudden break will both free everyone to help us and also stun her. This won’t be the moment we get her, but it will give us enough time to retreat with everyone.”
The plan was set.
A congregation of bunnies emerged over the crest of a simple hill. Each of them held a basket of flowers they had freshly picked. They all spoke to each other happily, their words kept simple, their personalities beautifully congruent. One of the bunnies wagged her hips as she talked about her great Empress and how sweet and darling she was. Oh yes, how difficult it was to disagree when the one bunny had been blessed with a visit from the Empress herself! The others were so surprised and doubted her until she turned around and showed The Imperial brand upon her right cheek. She was proud and wriggled her rear, perhaps even more proud to show her tan rear and how it jiggled in such a way compelling enough to have brought an Empress down to breed a bunny.
They continued their march on the path marked with loose cobble and flowers too beautiful to be weeds but spread so wide. Grass was met in equal measure with vibrant blue and pink flowers and white daisies and their pollen filling the air with a most delightful scent. One bunny took it into her pink nose and began to wriggle it like she might sneeze. Such impulses were burrowed through and made her stomach tense and her thighs push together. The seal over her crotch began to grow less adhesive and its need to fall grew, like a droplet of water growing heavier and heavier until it had no choice but to fall from the ledge of the roof. The heart fell and dissipated entirely before it hit the ground. She burrowed her paws into herself. As she did fur slowly spread across her fingers and across her chest, her skintone swallowed in dark hare fur and the beautiful spots a speckled field bunny might have. Another bunny scolded her, reminding her not to get frisky until she was back in the lea proper where the Empress might gaze at her, your pleasure should only be her pleasure. As soon as she stopped herself the heart reappeared over her crotch.
And then this group arrived at last at the gate that led inside. The lea formal was protected by wrought iron fences erected not too long ago with a clear balance between aesthetic and purpose. Whilst the murals of cute bunnies and the ornate circles of artisan metal was aesthetic, the spikes brutally laid atop the blunt iron bar and the massive gate protected by two bottomless yet other wise armored wolf guards and a single draconic guard from Cecille’s Imperial Guard was purpose.
The fence was opened and slowly the bunnies were allowed back in. Suddenly, a thick dark furred paw landed on a red haired bunny girl’s shoulder.
“Oi,” The wolf guard’s voice was feminine but deep. She was tall, built like a tree with curves for certain but moreso legs the size of the bunny’s torso and with a sheathe already threatening to spread a mound of dirt and reveal the beast that laid inside. “I don’t recognize you.” The wolf looked at the other bunnies and then at her. “Scissoring is supposed to raise the tally too I heard, and yet you’re the only one without so much as a single dash. All the others have at least a three.”
The bunny looked at the wolf and before she could speak a pink haired bunny leapt at her from behind and groped her chest, her nipples hardening and her piercings shining in the ceaselessly optimistic sun.
“We were scissoring tons~” The pink haired bunny spoke. “We just couldn’t finish without The Empress watching~”
The wolf guard nodded. “Ah, good, good. Still, I don’t think she’d mind…” The wolf reached for the red haired bunny’s head and pulled her forward. The bunny felt an instinct to stop the might of the pull and then a second sharper need to blend in and she allowed her face to be burrowed against the sheathe. “Surely the Empress won’t mind then if I’m the one to get some relief. Not like I have a tally on me.”
“Oh…!” The pink haired bunny blushed. “N-no… by all means~…”
The red haired spread her lips and allowed the length to harden into and down her throat. She was shocked by how big the guard was… And how rough they were. Her throat bulged and her head was lunged back and forth. She went until drool had slid across her lips and met her tits. She pushed her fingers against her seal as her own arousal budded…
The guard came down the bunny’s throat. Red slid her head away and gasped, marveling at the line of drool that connected her still to that ruby pillar. The guard smirked. “No tally for a blowjob? Makes sense, guess it only counts if you cum. Alright, get a move on~”
Pink and Red continued through the gate and finally arrived at the lea properly. Walking past the fence shaded them under the canopy of the tightly knit trees as if nature had weaved a little hallway for the returning frolicking servants. The pair walked aside to speak in private.
“Are you alright, Sab?”
“Y-yeah…” Sabrith cleared her throat. “Ugh, that big dog’s seed definitely had some corruption in it…” She looked down between her legs. “I can feel it… I’m burning up down there so bad…”
“Focus!” Tayelle urged. “I can’t risk casting a spell just yet. The bunnies can’t see through the illusion but they’ll be sensitive to me casting a new spell most likely. Just try and focus…”
The pair continued on their way down the walk and watched as suddenly the narrow hall of tree limbs opened. Before them was the simplest, smallest of hills, so simple and so small it felt as if it had been made on purpose. It was idyllic and furnished, positioned so a painter would struggle to find a bad angle of it and would fail in any attempt to make anything less than appealing art. The flowers were placed so as to be the most appealing as well. Through a crescent shaped window in the tree tops the sun beamed in a concentrated and artificial beam. The light was so bright it made all the colors more saturated, filled the air with a fine thin mist of excess light, and the wind swept up the pollen from the corrupted pink flowers and purposefully kept it inside the nursery.
And there, at the furthest end of the meadow was a marble viewing station. It was built like a temple with only a ceiling supported by pillars to block out the sun and made shade and stone floor to separate the Empress from the beasts. The temple was elevated and could only be reached through large curved staircase that hugged the natural shape of the incline. It was not very well guarded as it was the exterior where the wolves made their mark. There were only a few wolf guards walking about the lea but none protected the stairs.
Posted atop her chaise cough and scratching the chin of a bunny girl was Cecille Alborne, Empress of Ferbyn. To the right of her was a small pedestal atop which was a strange golden orb surrounded by protecting metal and emitting a low pink mist. That was The Class Changer for sure.
Before either could do anything, Tayelle was pounced. Suddenly, she was beneath two giggling bunny girls leaning in against her. “W-what are you doing?!”
“I just couldn’t contain myself!” Spoke one, and the other said “Me neither me neither~” The pair began to squeeze tight against Tay. Her spell was able to still hide her equipment hidden beneath but if either went for her ears… They both licked either side of her neck and kissed it tenderly. Their fingers slowly dived down to Tayelle’s pastie, which of course would not truly be able to be pushed aside and there was nothing immediately under it either of them would be interested in.
Sabrith suddenly dropped down between the two and possessively curled around Tayelle and began kissing her on the lips. The two bunnies tried to get in on the kiss, prodding their tongues foolishly and kissing Sabrith as if she might possibly be a willing and generous leader. The two, however, failed to instinct before prevailing to such civilities as patience. They were too horny and settled for kissing each other, mirroring the ferocity and pleasure that Sabrith exhibited.
The kiss broke and Tayelle smiled. “Good work Sab! Now let’s sneak over andMMPH?!” Sabrith dove down for another deeper, hungrier kiss. The kiss broke and Tayelle panted, blushing and eyelids heavy. “S-Sab! Sab wemmPPH” Another kiss, tongues curling together and Tayelle succumbing further. They broke the kiss and Tayelle stood up in a hurry. “Sab get a grip!”
A hand squeezed around Tay’s shoulder. It was a wolf. “I’ll get one for her.” The wolf pulled Tayelle away. Sabrith felt her blood boil. There was only this wolf nearby, but they were in Cecille’s field of vision. Suddenly, a voice in Sabrith’s head.
“Sab!” It was Tayelle’s! “Don’t worry about me! Go get the relic. I’ll keep the guard distracted.”
Ugh. It tore Sabrith up but it made the most sense. She watched as Tayelle was forced down to her knees and made to nuzzle her face against the wolf’s sheathe just the same. Sabrith had to hurry before Tayelle’s ears were tugged or the wolf tried to peel anything off.
Sabrith carefully walked over to the steps. The wolf that had been nearest them seemed to have wandered off. The only way to get to the relic was to get very, very close to Cecille herself. Sabrith steeled herself. Cecille could pry at minds and control them so easily. If Cecille even suspected Sabrith for a second that would be it.
She walked carefully up the stairs, matching her gait to the horny beasts below, moving without purpose for she had burrowed it so deeply in her heart it would never leak out. She only glanced to Tayelle for a second to see her eyes rolling back in her head as the knot was pushed down her throat. She’d be seeded just the same as Sabrith had been. She gulped and grabbed the libido she was feeling like a fish cresting too high by the fisher. Use it as a shield, let Cecille only see another horny bunny.
Atop her seat, Cecille’s legs were spread. Between them was the bunny girl she had selected for the day who dutifully throated the entire equine length. She slid up and down, the rubbery spikes that lined the cock brushed against her lips as she moved. Each of those spikes were filled with a venom imbedding anything they touch with sensitivity most incomparable. The bunny girl was so infected with Cecille’s venom that she was nearly passing out from pleasure from having her throat fucked. Sabrith felt her toes curl and an urge to join in but she was able to silence that urge.
She waited until Cecille began to finish and rushed for the relic. She lunged for the pedestal and suddenly it was in her arms. Sabrith reached for her hammer hidden on her back… and failed to find it. Stormfury?! Did I lose it down on the field? The wolf… he must have frisked me! Sabrith didn’t pay it any mind. She threw it as hard as she could against the ground. It dented but didn’t break. She raised her boot and crushed it down against it.
The relic burst and a stream of confetti emerged from it. The confetti wrapped around Sabrith’s arms and her legs. She turned and Cecille was inches away from her face.
“Ah, there’s the little red rebel. Thine actions have spread far and wide. What a blemish you are upon my perfection, truly.”
“Blemish? You are the blemish upon the perfection that was this world, Empress.” Sabrith… felt the Empress wasn’t quite sarcastic enough.
“If thine tongue were half as sharp as thine wits perhaps this plot to soil my fun might have yielded fruit.” The Empress pressed a gloved finger against Sabrith’s loins. “Alas, the only thing I see capable of such fertility is thee. A few trickles is all it takes, a touch of something more and thine flesh betrays you.”
Cecille pushed her fingers in closer. Sabrith was closer than she thought she had been between the kissing and the wolf. She came against Cecille’s fingers, the Empress hardly flinching as she committed to the act as a painter would the final brush stroke on their perfect landscape.
A single tally magically emerged on Sabrith’s hip.
She stared at it in disbelief.
“What… why did a tally… just now…?” Sabrith struggled. She felt a strange sensation rising in her similar to disbelief but potent and primordial. That tally made her head feel fuzzy. It made her breasts begin to grow heavier on her chest. Her thoughts came sluggish and slow.
“Allow me to elucidate the truth, dear,” Cecille leaned close. She whispered into Sabrith’s bunny ears which Cecille gleefully grabbed and tugged on. “Oh, the charity to open one’s door to strangers. So simple for heroes to reach out to those in need, recognize them as the victims they are, and so simply and easily trust. But, that bunny girl you kept in thine home, fed and nourished, worked so tirelessly to free from my grip? She never once swayed. On the day you two were due to begin the infiltration of my perfect garden, she rose earlier and cast two simple spells. First, from the real Class Changer, she stole away all your profession, all your talents, and turned you into the same thing she is. And then, simply cast a spell she borrowed from me. A mental enchantment that’ll convince both of you that the illusion spell had already been cast. This spell would have been defeated if only either of you had bothered to touch your ears or test your cute cotton tails or even peel back off the hearts around your slits and taste a single drop of the dew I’ve worked tirelessly to encourage from this grove.
“Alas. Chaste and pure heroes, you ignored the call of your bodies, never once sunk your fingers into the soil or cherished the sun on your bodies. Just one touch beneath your clothes and you’d learn the ruse and could depart before you were behind an iron fence and my most loyal soldiers. This isn’t just a lea, it’s a prison for former cats to learn to embrace their primal selves.”
Sabrith felt her mind grow simpler, the 1 burnt into her skin pulsating with the power of her slowly growing more… succumbed to the lust. Her eyes turned and she saw Tayelle bent over and the wolf knot deep inside her. They worked eagerly away, plowing forward with no ceasing, urging and urging their knot to click inside her and keep her there for a time. A 1 appeared on Tayelle’s hip. Sabrith watched as the intelligence in Tay’s eyes grew more and more similar to the other bunnies around them.
The sticker was peeled from Sabrith’s needy slit. It felt good to have it in the open air and to feel the gentle breeze in the garden. The bondage suddenly ceased and dropped Sabrith back to her feet. She looked down and saw pale fur slowly creeping up her feet as they turned into paws. She looked up and watched Cecille stand proudly over her.
“Out of an abundance of care, I shall give thee both one last chance. The gate is open. Make it out without succumbing and the effects will subside in time. Go now, run little rabbit~” The empress returned to her couch and lounged. The bunny girl she had waiting for her eagerly returned. Sabrith tested her paws and pushed herself back up on to her feet. She watched Cecille’s throbbing cock and how that bunny eagerly serviced it. Sabrith’s pink nose twitched eagerly…
She walked down the steps feeling so terribly crazed and horny, so drunk on the lust the Empress had given her and the pollen in the air and the bunnies in the field all eagerly using each other. Sabrith felt her tail wiggle and her loins ache with need. She made it to Tayelle’s side and pulled her away before the wolves could fuck her up to 2. “T-Tay… we were tricked! Cecille… Cecille set us up! You can stop being a distraction now…”
“D-Distraction?” Tayelle gasped. “I never said that!”
“But I got your magic message from…” Sabrith froze. She turned back to Cecille. She waved from her couch and smiled. “That bitch…” Sabrith grabbed ahold of Tayelle and pulled her up. They walked together towards the exit. All they had to do was make it out.
They walked down the glen and towards the alley of trees. They ignored the wolves and their throbbing cocks, the bunnies and their wanton displays, they ignore the way their bodies buzzed with want and need so badly and just barely made it to the gate.
Slowly, they marched outside, getting as far away as they could until night came and they found a camp gear deposit they hid along the road just in case something like this came up.
Although they settled in for the night, the sounds of the breeding stayed firmly in their minds. When Sabrith awoke she noticed that Tayelle was gone and that the fur had spread further up Sabrith’s legs and her loins were buzzing with need. If one of you fails, both do~ A familiar voice chimed in her head.
Sabrith raced towards the lea again, gasping for air even as her body became perfectly suited for it. Fur spread further up her body, her form grew more and more adapted for breeding as hips widened and her ass grew heavier. By the time she arrived at the fire her mind had cleared entirely. All she could do was crawl over to the wolf guard next to Tayelle and plant her sticker covered pussy on top of the wolf’s cock.
They tenderly ripped it off and lifted Sabrith like a toy and planted her down on her. The night filled with their moans as the monsters gorged themselves and Cecille garbed in a glittering black night gown enjoyed the sight of what she had sewed.
From there it is simpler to glance. The pair spent a long while in the lea, fruitful in their reproduction as bunnies oft are, though what they made were new terrible monsters. By the time Cecille was satisfied, all that was left to do was purge them of their bunny curse and wipe their minds.
Though when the pair returned to their adventuring they were not entirely cleared of their afflictions since Cecille did not remove anything but their bunny class. Despite this, Tayelle and Sabrith found their new canine members quite satisfying and their full transformations into their wolf form quite fun, even though whenever they full turned into wolves their minds were filled with memories of a strange meadow where the bunnies marched with numbers on their hips and lurid lust blinding their vision.
Eventually the heroes would get a handle on it… surely.