Sly Foxx vs. the Bunny Girls

Part VII

It was 11:45 on the seventh day, and Hiram McGillicuddy was waiting, none too patiently, in the fallow field. Sly had called the day before and promised to show him a brace of seven bagged bunnies. Five lay before him, all buxom and beautiful--but five wouldn't cut it. If they're too much even for the great Sly Foxx, Hiram said to himself, I'm in trouble.

Just then, someone coughed behind him. Hiram turned, and there was the fox-man, with a big, luscious bunny draped, bottom foremost, over each shoulder. Hiram saw the slits of the girls' pussies and felt a sudden, sharp pang of arousal.

"Sorry," said Sly, "but it took me the better part of the morning to get these two. With some effort, he laid them out, face up, next to the others. Then he pinned their arms to their sides with faybind. The two new girls were a redhead in bottle green and a black-haired South Asian with a violet blouse and silver heels.

Hiram had a closer look at the trophy line. Each girl's cunt had clearly taken a biting, but otherwise they looked uninjured. They appeared to be sleeping as if they hadn't a care in the world.

"My venom keeps them that way, till I want them awake," said Sly.

"Well, you've fulfilled the terms of the agreement so far," said Hiram. "Though I'm a little concerned that it took you till this morning to meet your commitment."

"I can't lie to you," said Sly. "This has been my toughest assignment yet. One of these ladies was a really sharp customer, for a bunny girl. That's her, the lovely brunette, right next to the redhead I just brought in. She learned the properties of a special herb, and she used it to make herself and her friends the fastest fays alive. That's why no one could catch them until now."

"Until you got on the job," said Hiram.

"Well, I had some luck; but yes, I did have a notion of how to learn their secret. Bunnies are thick as thieves, until one of them has a grievance. Then loyalty pretty much goes out the window. I'll spare you the details. What matters is this: I've tried the herb myself (godawful stuff by the way), and with it I can catch the lot of them. These two I got within minutes of each other."

"So you foresee no problem in carrying out the rest of your assignment?"

"No problem at all. When they learn that their speed no longer protects them here, a few will leave the Garden. (That's not an option most will choose, since they love this place, and since the herb--faywort they call it--appears to grow nowhere else, and since they've all gotten fat.) It depends on how long the effects of the faywort last, but the few who leave will all, sooner or later, be caught."

"Good," said Hiram. "I don't like these bitches."

"As for what I expect to be the majority that stays. Working non-stop as I intend to do, I plan to have them all under wraps in two weeks . . . three weeks tops."

"Magnificent!' said Hiram. "Let me write you a check." When that business was completed, Hiram once again surveyed the line of captured bunnies. "And, uh, what now?"

"Now for the fun. I like to put a smile on a client's face. I'm going to give these garden pests their comeuppance, and, if you're willing, you're going to help me."

"Well, that, uh, sounds good," said Hiram, "but aren't fays, uh, poisonous to the . . . er, normal person?"

"I've studied herbs, too, Mr. McGillicuddy . . . ."

"Please, call me Hiram."

"Of course . . . Hiram. I've studied herbs, too. For a long time, I looked for one that would afford others the immunity to fay poison that, thanks to a peculiar mutation, I already enjoy." With these words, Sly reached into his knapsack, which was lying near the feet of the lovely brunette. He pulled out a pill bottle. "And I found it. I call it Prophylacticum Foxxii. Consume its extract, and you'll be safe from fay poison for hours." He opened the bottle, shook a white tablet into his paw, then offered the tablet to Hiram.

"You're . . . sure this is safe?"

"Well, it's been extensively tested, and no one's died yet. You can't banish risk completely, Hiram. A venture capitalist like you knows that."

"You're right, of course. You know . . . I have been curious . . . ."

"Well, here's your chance to satisfy that curiosity." With this encouragement, Hiram took the tablet and swallowed it. "Now let me clue you in, Hiram: they're an all-girl species. They can't survive being brought to climax by a male. There's no need whatsoever for rough stuff. I want your word that you'll be gentle."

"Well . . . sure."

"Good man. Another thing: you can have as many as your stamina will allow, but I must have the beautiful brunette. Are you OK with that?"

"Of course. You've done me a great service, Mr. Foxx; whatever you want."

"Excellent. For starters, I recommend you have a go at that redhead I just brought in. She's especially luscious, don't you think?"

"Oh . . . oh yes!" said Hiram. It was all he could do to keep from licking his lips.

"I'd say it's time to wake them," said Sly, and he clapped his paws together smartly. "Rise and shine, girls, rise and shine."

Seven bunny girls awoke. When they all remembered where they were, and how they'd gotten there, they began to tremble and cry. A few struggled against the faybind, but of course it was no use.

In the midst of her fruitless efforts to break free, Mori twisted her head to one side and realized who was lying beside her. "You . . . traitor! You . . . worthless, worthless bitch!'

Mandy had a ready response: "And w-what if I am a traitor? Why should I have been caught, while you and the others were having a fine old time? It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair! No . . . if I had to be bagged, then so did you! In fact, I'd have been looking in on this field and laughing . . . laughing at the sight of you all tied up right now . . . except . . . except he . . . caught me again! He caught me again! That's not fair either!"

"Ohhhh," said Mori. "If I could just get free, I'd give you something to whine about! Oooooo, you miserable, disloyal bitch!"

"Ladies, that's enough," said Sly. A fay must obey the man who captures her, and so Mori and Mandy fell silent, though it grieved them bitterly to do so. He continued: "For years you plundered this Garden, stripping it almost to the ground. It's long past time you took your proper places in the food chain"

"Not fair!' cried Mandy.

"Uh, look," said Mori, "I know we've had this . . . discussion already. But you've seen I'm not . . . not just your average dumb bunny. I could do . . . I could be . . . something more useful to you

. . . than dinner. Why not help yourself . . . to the dumb ones . . ." ("Not fair!" Mandy screamed.) "and let me be . . . your Bunny Girl Friday?"

"Ah," said Sly. "Spare you because you're so bright? That's exactly the best reason not to spare you. Bunny girls are horrible pests, a plague on hardworking farmers and gardeners everywhere. Too many really bright ones like you, and they might get an edge. Then the world would be overrun by bunny girls!"

"Good!" cried Mori. "I'd love it! Fat, happy bunnies everywhere . . . it'd be wonderful!"

"Until the food finally gave out," said Sly. "No, I'm sorry. Your beauty, and your brains, make you a keeper, not a let-'er-go."

"No!" Mori cried with a sob. "Oh, please . . . oh dear God, no!"

"Yes," said Sly. "Come on now, sweetie: bright or dim, a fay knows when her time has come. You and the others can do some more comfort-crying . . . and then we finish up."

And it was so. For the next several minutes, Mori, Mandy, and the others just wept, and wailed, and kicked up the dirt with their heels.

When the fuss had died down somewhat, Sly said to Hiram: "The drug's had time to take effect. Step out of your pants, and you'll see."

So Hiram did, and he exclaimed: "My God, it's . . . bigger . . . and harder . . . than it's ever been! And you're sure it's bunny-proof?"

"As sure as I can be," said Sly. Hiram saw now that the Lady Killer stood at full attention. A gasp of wonderment escaped him: "Wow."

"It is impressive, isn't it?" said Sly with a smirk. "Now it's time to give the redhead your best, but remember: gently does it!"

"Bunny-licious!" said Hiram. "Why don't I follow your lead?"

"Okay then." Sly went to the still weeping Mori and reached for her legs. She drew back sharply. "Obey!" he barked. "Obey." Whimpering, Mori had to comply. "That's better," he said, "that's my good bunny girl." He now took hold of her legs at the ankles and drew them apart, until her slit was fully exposed. Then he hunkered down and used his tongue to stroke the insides of her thighs--just the lightest of touches.

Hiram tried the same thing with Mandy, and got kicked in the face. "Obey, you bitch!" he yelled. "I mean . . . obey." "It's not fair!" she said with a big pout, but she submitted. Soon her legs were spread, and Hiram was licking every inch of her splendid thighs.

Before long, little feathery gasps were escaping the two girls. It was time now to go further, so Sly applied his tongue to Mori's pussy. Already moist, her twat got even damper. The taste was wondrous: sassafras with just a hint of musk. Sly kept this up, till clear drops of fay honey began to appear on his victim's labia. These he lapped up eagerly. Hiram was doing the same for Mandy. In no time at all, both girls were groaning and twisting their hips this way and that.

They were ready now for the next level. Without any warning, Sly gave Mori's pussy one more nip--much the gentlest of them, but still enough to smart. She shrieked and drew her legs back--and her pussy got even wetter. Mandy shrieked next, victim of a more painful assault from Hiram.

These were the first of a long series of nips, plenty of fun in themselves, but also with an important purpose: to prime the girls for male penetration. Members of an all-female species, these bunnies used their tongues to inseminate one another. Even at its stiffest, a bunny tongue was a much slighter thing than the average male equipment--let alone the Lady Killer. Mori and Mandy had to be brought to maximal moistness and elasticity--or they would feel only searing pain, not the sublime mix of hurt and pleasure that Sly wanted for all his victims.

It took about ten nips for each girl before Sly decided that the time had come. He lay on top of Mori and nuzzled her breasts and tear-stained face. "It's painful at first," he whispered in her ear. "But it gets more and more blissful by the minute." Then he entered her.

The sound that came from Mori now was half scream, half groan. She thrashed and kicked; and her head snapped back and forth. And slowly, oh so slowly, a pressure (an itchy, fluttery pressure) built between her legs and in the pit of her stomach. It seemed to her to fill her whole body. She was going to burst if there were no relief. She moaned, and whimpered, and cried out, and wept. And then, after a near-eternity, something did burst. A stream of fay honey poured out between her frantically kicking legs; her breasts spurted milk; and the tears gushed down her face like a mountain stream in early spring. "Oh God!" she cried. "Oh God! I'm caught . . . and I'm about to die . . . and this is what it's like! My pussy . . . the pain . . . the pleasure! Oh God, God, God . . . ."

Hiram had done nearly the same for Mandy, and her cri de coeur was similar: "Oh my God! Oh my dear, dear God! This is it! How much more . . . ? How much more . . . can my poor pussy take?"

The two girls each came another nine times. Then, after a few final moans, a few hard last kicks, they were still. Sly and Hiram took a well-earned rest. When that was done, they went on to the others.

There were more tears and begging, of course. It made not a bit of difference. Coffee and Tomiko were next. Sly let them share a final kiss, then took the black girl. She groaned loudly and deeply with each cunt-rending spasm. The East Asian preferred shrieky little whimpers, and Hiram gave her plenty of those.

When those two had kicked their last, it was time for Winifred and the South Asian, whose name was Madhu. Hiram wanted a darker girl now, and Sly graciously obliged. Madhu uttered a high-pitched wail with each orgasm, and the fox-man wondered if his client wouldn't be deafened by the end of it. In pleasant contrast, Winifred was a whimperer like Tomiko, but not nearly so shrieky.

When those two had given up the ghost, Popkin alone remained. Wanting the best possible reference, Sly generously offered her to Hiram.

"You're . . . you're sure?" Hiram was obviously smitten by the buxom blonde. (Through some strange alchemy, fays are at their prettiest when trembling and crying their hearts out.) Thanking the hunter profusely, he went to work.

Sly stretched out on the ground and rested. He had to admit that Hiram was a quick learner: he licked when he should, and nipped when a nip was needed, and soon Popkin was groaning and coming to beat the band. At the last thrust of her lovely legs, Sly had counted fifteen orgasms.

The rest was silence. Hiram looked down in wonder at the seven fatally rogered bunny girls. "We did it! I mean . . . you did it!"

"Well it's just the start," said Sly. "By the way, I'm feeling a little hungry at the moment. I think one should tide me through till tomorrow."

"Oh, of course."

Sly walked over to Mori and positioned himself behind her head. Into the mix of fox and man, the scientists who'd made him had also thrown some python genes. His jaws opened alarmingly wide.

"Perhaps I should . . . ." said Hiram.

"You can wasshh if you rike," said Sly.

And, though it made him a little uneasy to do so, Hiram did watch. Sly seized Mori by her head and shoulders and lifted her up from the ground so that gravity would assist him. His jaws gaped even further. Then, twisting back and forth and jerking forward and upward every few seconds or so, he slowly drew the girl down his vastly expanded throat. When his teeth reached her tummy, it looked for a moment as if she might be stuck; but he was able to get another inch or so out of his elastic lower jaw, and she resumed her descent. Quite deliberately, he paused to savor for the last time the sweetness of her pussy. After that, all that could be seen were her plump legs . . . then just her heels . . . and then, at last, she was gone. Sly belched loudly and slumped down to the ground. Slowly, carefully, he turned onto his back. His belly was grotesquely distended now. Exhausted, he would soon fall into a deep sleep.

Hiram spoke up then: "Will the others, ah, keep?"

"Yes," said Sly. "They'll stay fresh and tasty as long as I need them. Say, I have another kind of pill . . . if you'd like to try what I just did."

"Oh no, that's quite all right. Thanks." Hiram put on his pants again. "Well, Mr. Foxx, you've done everything I hired you to do . . . and then some. I'm very impressed."

"You're more than welcome. As I've already said, I believe I can declare the Garden bunny-free in less than a month."

"I have no doubt on that score," said Hiram. "Well, uh, goodbye."

"So long," said Sly, and belched once again.