It had been a month since Jackie's first day at Cherrywood elementary school, and by extension her 'initiation', and so far, things were going...smoothly, to a degree.

Jackie was a bright kid, especially for an 8-year-old. She always kept on top of her classes, and she was smart for her age, at least academically. Even before her parents had moved her across the country, her teachers had always praised how quick-witted she was and how easily she could pick up new concepts, and the same was true for her new teachers, though her parents didn't know it yet. It would be a few months until there'd be a parent/teacher conference, but when that did eventually come about, Jackie was sure her teachers would sing her praises. For all intents and purposes, she was doing the work, and doing it well.

The problem was her social life-- specifically, one teenage girl 5 years her senior. Celeste.

Jackie had met her on the first day of school, and then again at lunchtime. Celeste was...a cruel girl, one who had picked on Jackie on her very first day and singled her out. Frankly, there was nothing that Jackie could do against it; she was naive, and not used to bullying. Celeste was, in fact, the very first bully she'd ever had the dismay of dealing with, and despite the occasional friend she was making in school, Jackie couldn't shake her. Celeste found her every lunchtime and was horrible to her, pulling at her hair and pinching her fur and skin...occasionally, she'd do things that confused Jackie so much. She'd pee on her, or she'd make Jackie lick between her legs-- all things that, as an 8-year-old, Jackie was forced to go along with without understanding the sexual implications of it. 

It became a daily routine to be bullied by her between her classes and during lunchtime, but Celeste was always hands off whenever Jackie was picked up from school. The 13-year-old knew how to be sweet when she needed to be, and strangely enough, Jackie never told her parents about the bullying. Even she herself couldn't understand why that was, but it was likely due to the sheer fear and intimidation he felt from Celeste, who had commanded her not to say anything. She feared the older girl's wrath and what she would do to her.

On the day of October the 30th, a Friday, Jackie descended the steps of her elementary school to find Celeste waiting for her at the school gates, a smug look on her teenage face. Her bright blonde hair shimmered in the slowly dimming light above and her ears perked up, curled inwards as they twisted to every minute sound. She was clad in the uniform of the adjoining middle school, which comprised of a knee-length skirt and a shirt beneath a snug sweater that clung to her budding chest. Jackie had a similar getup, though her sweater was different, and she wore longer socks that went up to her knees, unlike Celeste's own who ended at her shins. Jackie was unable to do anything but approach; she needed to pass by her to leave the school grounds and meet her mom, who was waiting right outside it. Jackie couldn't see her mom from there, but she was sure she was there.

"'Sup, bitch," Celeste forced her hand in beneath Jackie's closest arm, linking their limbs together and half-pulling her along. "Where's your mom?"

"U-Um...I don't know...why?" Jackie cast her gaze down and bit her lip, and Celeste deliberately squeezed her arm, tugging Jackie tight to her tight and making the younger bunny's shoulder hurt.

"Did I ask you to ask me a question? Just find your mom, bitch." She hissed, and Jackie sheepishly rose her head and scanned through the crowd of women and men lingering around. Other kids swarmed around them and split off to meet their parents whilst Jackie took a moment to survey and pick out her mother in the crowd. Eventually, she spotted her; her similarly coloured pink and purple fur, in entirely different patterns to her daughter, almost blended into the crowd of muted coloured coats of greens and purples. She beamed at the sight of Jackie, but her smile faltered when she noticed the other girl, however, and as Jackie approached she offered a small smile.

"Uh...hey, sweetie," The woman began, glancing at Celeste. "Who's your friend?"

"Celeste, ma'am," The teenage girl offered out her hand. "I made friends with Jackie on her first day of school!"

Jackie got to see first-hand exactly how good Celeste was at putting on a front, and to her silent dismay her mother fell for it, hook, line and sinker. She shook Celeste's hand and her smile widened, surprised by the girl's personality. She eventually withdrew her hand and patted Jackie's head, before looking at the older girl again.

"Where's your mother, Celeste?" Jackie asked, and Celeste puffed out her chest.

"I live nearby, so she doesn't come pick me up," The girl replied, before she shifted on her feet and affirmed her grip on Jackie's arm. "I was wondering, um, Jackie's mom...could Jackie come for a sleepover tonight? And then come trick-or-treating with me tomorrow?"

"Oh..." The woman looked from Celeste to Jackie, and back again. "I mean, if you girls want to and your mother is okay with it..."

"She will be," Celeste beamed. "But um, if she's not, I'll bring Jackie home."

"Well...alright." Jackie's mother sighed and Jackie screamed internally, casting her gaze down. "Do you have your address? I can swing by tomorrow with Jackie's costume."

"Okay!" Celeste unlinked herself from Jackie for just a moment so that she could read out her address to the younger girl's mom, having it saved on her phone. Jackie could do nothing but sit there and half-tremble, half-sigh; she was powerless to stop Celeste once she was in her stride and there was nothing she could do to convince her mom, who was already so easily swayed by the older girl. Of course, who wouldn't take a teenager's word over an 8-year-old? Just as Jackie started to silently curse her bad luck and the unfairness of it all, Celeste linked her arm with her again.

"Thanks, Jackie's mom," Celeste smiled. "We'll see you tomorrow."

"Have fun, girls." Jackie's mother kissed her daughter's forehead before letting them go, and Jackie briefly turned to glance at her mother before she was tugged along by Celeste, away from the crowd of adults and down the street. Jackie didn't know what to say, and she half-expected Celeste to jeer and sneer at her as they walked, but the older rabbit was suspiciously silent.

True to her word, surprisingly, Celeste's house wasn't that far from the school-- a couple of minutes walk, at most. The combined elementary and middle school didn't exactly sit at the centre of town and was closer to the residential areas, so it wasn't that much of a stretch to assume that a student's house could be so close, but Jackie was silently amazed at the luck Celeste had to be living so close. The younger girl, by extension, had to have her mom drive her for a good 10 minutes just to get to school. She kept those thoughts to herself, however, as Celeste strode up a small cemented path towards a birch wood porch, leading up to a two-storey house-- as suburban as could be, really, and a model house in a sea of others. Celeste let herself inside with a simple twist of the lock, and yanked Jackie roughly in behind her, effectively sealing the younger girl's face as the door swung shut behind them.

"That you, Cel?" A voice called down the hallway, emanating from what Jackie assumed to be the kitchen, and for a moment Celeste ignored the call, kicking off her shoes at the door and making a gesture for Jackie to do the same, shooting her a glare. After a moment or two, a head poked from around the doorway to the kitchen, revealing an older woman very similar to Celeste in appearance, right from the tucked-in, attentive ears to the mixture of blond fur, with caramel patches that oozed over her fur like syrup. Celeste's mother narrowed her eyes at her daughter before looking at Jackie.

"Who's this?" She asked with a frown and Celeste beamed, patting Jackie's shoulder. The 8-year-old visibly tensed, but only for a moment, but the woman didn't seem to notice.

"She's my friend, mom," Celeste beamed. "Can she stay the night, and go trick-or-treating with me tomorrow?"

A silence fell between the three of them as Celeste's mom looked to be deliberating on the idea. She turned her attention from her daughter to Jackie, piercing her with a stare-- it wasn't really a glare of sorts, but more as if she were lost in thought. She opened her mouth to speak, then thought better of it and shook her head, before opening it again.

"Does your mom know you're here?" Celeste's mother asked, and Jackie nodded, keeping her gaze down. The mother pursed her lips and then sighed.

"Only because it's a weekend tomorrow." She pointed at Celeste and then disappeared back into the kitchen, and with a grin, the older rabbit grabbed Jackie's arm, roughly yanking her towards the stairs leading to the floor above.

"Thanks mom!" Celeste called, and her mother called back something about dinner being in a couple of hours. To Jackie, that just meant that she'd have to endure a couple of hours of Celeste's bullying...or so she thought. The two of them made their way upstairs and down the hallway to Celeste's bedroom, and as they entered Jackie was greeted to a surprisingly clean, and remarkably girlish room. Even the 8-year-old's bedroom wasn't as clean as the older girls. Regardless, Jackie expected the bullying to begin right away...but instead, Celeste half-threw her across the room, and Jackie landed in a heap on the rug in the centre. Celeste glared at her for a moment before her muzzle twisted into a look of smug satisfaction at Jackie's cowering. The 13-year-old climbed up onto her bed and just sat there, taking her tablet that laid on the blanket and tapping away. There was no goading, no biting, no pee...she was surprisingly complacent. Jackie couldn't believe her eyes.

They sat there for a couple of hours, though to Jackie it felt like an eternity. Unlike Celeste, she didn't have anything to do-- she had left her bag by the door, as she did when she was at home, and when she had first made motions to get up and leave the room to get her bag and maybe even do homework, Celeste had demanded she stay, withering her with a glare. Jackie was forced to sit there and simply wait, unable to use the bathroom and unable to even get a drink of water. By the time Celeste's mother called them from downstairs, she was unfathomably parched, but not really all that hungry. She rose to her feet as Celeste slipped off the bed and the two of them left the room.

Thankfully, as they descended, Jackie asked Celeste's mother if she could use the bathroom and Celeste was unable to refute or deny her as a result. The 8-year-old was directed to the bathroom and she was finally able to relieve herself, much to her delight, before she washed her hands and entered the living room, where an adjoining room, with no walls and a different floor, sat on the left-hand side. Sliding doors led out to a garden beyond and the curtains were pulled to have to sun shine in, brightening the slight of a dark wood table, along with matching coloured chairs, likely made from the same material. The two girls joined Celeste's mother at the table, but her father was suspiciously not present. Jackie didn't ask, since it'd be rude, and took her place as instructed.

The meal was...frankly quite good. Celeste's mother cooked as well as her mom, and the meal of carrots and other vegetables matched her pallet-- it helped a lot that they were all the same species, so there was no real difference in how they ate. During dinner, Celeste's mother made quite a few comments about how Jackie's parents should have been 'more proactive' in calling her about the sleepover, but she didn't press the issue for long, especially when the 8-year-old couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse. She started asking the girls about how they'd met, and between large gulps of cola and the occasional request for another glass, Celeste was forthcoming about how they'd met, though left out the few minor truths of her bullying behaviour. All the while that she was talking, Jackie's focus was more on what Celeste was doing, rather than what she was saying...she was deliberately drinking way too much, and looked Jackie in the eye right when she did it. When her mom wasn't looking, Celeste would shoot Jackie a smug smirk, and Jackie had a feeling she knew what was going to happen.

"You're quite the quiet girl, aren't you, Jackie?" Celeste's mother mused, and the most the pink and purple girl could do was smile, averting her eyes. The mother didn't press her to talk and rose, already finished with her food. She took the plate across towards a door leading into the kitchen.

"You can go upstairs when you're done girls," She called. "Remember Cel, be in bed by 9."

"I know, mom." Celeste half-groaned, half-laughed, before she shot Jackie another look. The younger girl picked at her food a little longer before Celeste made a few wordless gestures that amounted to telling Jackie to finish up, so they could leave. Though she wasn't all that hungry, Jackie forced herself to swallow the remaining few mouthfuls, dusting off the majority of the plate. She rose from her seat as Celeste's mother returned to the table, just in time for Celeste to finish off her plate. She smiled at the two girls as she took the plates away, and this time Celeste didn't have to drag Jackie up the stairs-- the 8-year-old was resigned to her fate and followed.

When they were finally in Celeste's room, the older girl quietly closed the door behind them, bathing the room in silence. Jackie stood close to the door facing the centre of the room and trembled slightly on the spot, clutching her hands in front of her as Celeste rounded the younger bunny's front. She looked her up and down and smirked, lidding her gaze and making Jackie feel objectified-- of course, the 8-year-old didn't really know what that feeling was, though she'd know in time, when she was older.

"Good girl..." Celeste muttered, reaching out to grasp Jackie's chin, forcing the younger girl to lift it and look at her. "So you didn't tell your parents after all, as I told you. You're such an obedient little bitch, I'm impressed."

Jackie quivered on the spot, from nothing other than fear and intimidation. Her lower lip wobbled and Celeste visibly relished the sight of it, before she let her go. She roughly threw her hand to the side and pushed Jackie by extension, causing the 8-year-old to stumble until her knees gave out from under her. She hit the floor hard and gasped with the slight twinge of pain, but it was the shock from the fall that made her more upset. She tried to keep it to herself; even if she sniffled, Celeste would at best ignore her, and at worst punish her for it.

"You just sit there and wait..." Celeste insisted. "When it gets to bedtime, I'll reward you properly."

Jackie could do nothing but hang her head and silently agree. Even as an 8-year-old, she was too scared to defy the girl, for she was in her house and her mother wasn't here to save her. Like before, Celeste made her sit there for what felt like yet another eternity as the older girl did her own thing. It was only when Celeste's mother occasionally came up to check on them did Celeste actually put in the effort to make it seem like they were close-- it was easy to tell when the older woman was coming, due to her approaching footsteps, and Celeste had plenty on hand to make a convincing argument. Once Celeste's mother was away though, the older girl went right back to ignoring her. To Jackie, it felt like an unending torment...the poor girl wanted nothing but a friend.

After what felt like an agonizing amount of time, Jackie eventually perked up to the sound of Celeste's mother calling them from the bottom of the stairs.

"Girls, time for bed!" She called up to them. "I'll be up in 20 minutes, I want to see you girls in bed by then!"

Celeste shot Jackie a knowing look and the younger girl kept her head down. Still in her school uniform, with no real pyjamas, Jackie knew she would have to wear something more suitable for sleeping...but as she didn't have anything, it would only be her undergarments. As Jackie stood to change, Celeste briefly left the room and gave Jackie the out she needed to use the bathroom, for she hadn't had the chance to in the past handful of hours-- the relief was enough to potentially move her to tears, but she composed herself. When she returned to the bedroom, Celeste had laid out a sleeping bag on the floor, having procured it from god knows where.

It didn't take them long to 'bed down', though Jackie could tell from the way Celeste smirked at her often that she had no intention of actually going to sleep. Celeste had changed out of her school clothes into a set of pink pyjamas, and Jackie was down to her vest and panties, her school clothes neatly folded and placed on a chair nearby. True to her work, Celeste's mother came to check on them, but for barely longer than a handful of moments. She bid them a good night, turned off the light, and then left them alone to sleep...at least, that's she was assuming. Celeste, however, had other ideas. The blond bunny slipped off of her bed once her mother's footsteps had retreated all the way downstairs and Jackie, shivering in a knelt position atop her sleeping bag, knew what was coming.

"Finally...some privacy," Celeste sighed and stepped the small distance across the room towards the girl, reaching out and curling her fist into Jackie's peach-coloured hair. "Now it's time for your reward."

Jackie winced and tried to pull away, but Celeste only yanked harder, causing the younger girl to whimper as her hair was tugged. Tears moistened her eyes and she tried her best not to sniffle.

"I've never had a better little bitch than you," Celeste grinned to herself in the dark. "You kept our [i]fun[/i] a secret, especially from adults. I think you deserve the privilege of being my [i]main[/i] bunny bitch. This is an honour for you, Jackie; you should be happy."

Jackie felt anything but that, though she kept that thought to herself. With a smirk that Jackie couldn't see in the dark, Celeste yanked and pulled on the girl's hair, yanking back and forcing Jackie to topple backwards. The 8-year-old somehow caught herself before her head bounced off the floor, but she couldn't say the same for the rest of her body-- thankfully, the sleeping back cushioned her fall somewhat. She was a little winded though, and for a moment she laid there, stretching her legs out from under her and sucking in gulps of air, briefly groaning from the discomfort that spread across her back as it complained at her. Above her, she could just barely make out the silhouette of the 13-year-old, who seemed to lower and move in front of her. Jackie's ears picked up the shuffling sound of her hopping on the spot and fabric rubbing against itself. Jackie couldn't understand what she was doing.

The answer became clear, however, when Jackie's slowly adjusting eyesight was greeted to the view of Celeste's hovering body above her. Jackie squirmed and tried to shift out from under her, but she felt a mass pressing down against her flat, pre-pubescent chest. Moments later, a squishy warmth and heat pushed down against her face and she was briefly suffocated, gasping for air, before it shuffled forwards and freed her nose from beneath, enough for her to suck in a breath through it. She reached up with her hands and felt fur against her own fingertips. Celeste said nothing as Jackie patted her hands down, trying to shape out the mass, when it clicked-- the thing positioned squarely atop her mouth, pushing down with each passing second, was Celeste's behind.

"Your first duty as my main bitch..." Celeste began with a quiet huff. "Is to lick my ass. Better get to it...I don't think you want to know what'll happen if you say no."

Celeste was right; Jackie didn't want to know. The mere thought alone terrified her...but it was gross, and though she struggled with the thought of it, she did as she was told. Her lips parted beneath the teen's cheeks and she slowly stuck out her tongue, briefly recoiling when her fleshy appendage touched flesh. She hesitated again and then pressed once more, feeling Celeste's ring clench down against her tongue, as if greeting her. Celeste let out a sigh and pushed her ass backwards, deliberately grinding against the 8-year-old's face and blocking her airway for a fraction of a second once more, before she pulled back enough to allow Jackie to breathe.

Forced to endure, the purple and pink rabbit dutifully followed the bully's command, too scared for the consequences of refusing. Her tongue lapped back and forth, starting from the further part of the ring and trailing up towards the 'top', or rather the closest section to Jackie's nose. All the while, Celeste deliberately ground back and forth, letting out pleasurable huffs and the occasional grunt, making it clear that she enjoyed Jackie's efforts to sate her. The 8-year-old eventually slid her hands to the teen's ass cheeks, though not for any reason other than to push back against the behind when it threatened to smother her nose and block her airway-- yet still, as she was resisting just a little, her tongue continued to lap and slather.

"That's it, bitch...you like eating my ass, don't you?" Celeste giggled. "The last girl wouldn't do it...and well, let's just say she doesn't go to school any more."

A shudder rolled through Jackie at the thought she tried desperately to push the fear to the back of her mind as she increased the speed and fervency of her licking, trying her best to please Celeste in every way possible. The teen girl seemed to find Jackie's response amusing and started to laugh between her groans, pushing down with more force than before, forcing Jackie's tongue to stretch the girl's ring slightly, as if threatening to slip inside. After barely a minute or so, Celeste's ring was sticky with Jackie's spit, and moist with her hot, heavy breaths. The act of rimming the older girl did nothing for the 8-year-old sexually-- hell, the poor girl didn't even understand that the very act of licking the girl's ass was sexual. All she could think was that it was gross, but if it meant pleasing Celeste and deterring her from punishing her, then it was worth it.

They continued like that for some time, though not as long as Jackie had initially thought. It became clear after a while that whilst Celeste enjoyed it, it was merely a means to an end-- something to relish just for a little while, but not the main goal. After a while she moved and hiked a leg up, adjusting the shifting herself atop Jackie's head. She was clumsy in her movements, betraying her inexperience, though Jackie didn't notice-- she did, however, grunt when Celeste's ankle accidentally kicked the side of her head, thankfully not too hard. After some struggling, the blond rabbit eventually settled down, this time facing Jackie's face rather than away from it. She leant back to admire the sight of Jackie's face in the dark and she reached over towards her bed, which was thankfully close by, and plucked something from the surface.

After a few moments, Jackie was momentarily blinded by the glare of the phone's flashlight, and there was no way to dim it. Jackie knew they'd get in trouble if they were caught, but Celeste didn't seem to care; in fact, she looked rather confident. She placed the phone aside face-down, so that the light shone up and bounced off the ceiling, illuminating the room, and Jackie had to squint to not hurt her eyes and she found herself face to face with Celeste's bottomless form. She still wore a pyjama top that covered her blossoming young breasts, but her nether regions were exposed, and her pussy was pressed down firmly to Jackie's mouth. The 8-year-old could taste the arousal from Celeste's lips, but she could tell from the older girl's wicked smirk that she had another idea in mind.

"Drink up." Celeste warned here mere seconds before she pushed down, reaching down with a hand to grab Jackie's fringe, pulling her closer by her hair. Jackie scrunched up her face from the pain and shifted her mouth into position, doing her best to purse her lips over Celeste's teen pussy as the older girl threw her head back and sighed. After a moment, Jackie tasted it, as she had done many times before, ever since she had changed schools: piss.

All those glasses of soda earlier weren't for naught, as Jackie had assumed and could now confirm. As Celeste urinated, Jackie was forced to drink down every gulp, to swallow each drop-- if she didn't, it would leak out of her mouth and onto the sleeping bag below, and she'd be in trouble, no doubt. She tried her best to swallow as quickly as she could, but Celeste's bladder was full and plentiful; all that soda she'd drunk meant she had a long way to go before she was done, and she'd been holding it in since dinner time. Jackie could do nothing but endure, her eyes teary. Occasionally she coughed and struggled to swallow, but tried nonetheless-- the brew was warm, and as she gulped she became numb to the taste and simply continued to swallow, trying her best not to think about it.

"Good bitch..." Celeste murmured, admiring the sight of Jackie desperately swallowing up all of her pee. "Every last drop, now, or I'll have to punish you..."

Jackie made a gagging, gulping whimper beneath the girl as she blearily opened her eyes to blink up at her for no longer than a few moments, before she closed her eyes again and continued to swallow. That stream of piss felt never-ending-- it lasted for so long, perhaps even minutes, whilst all the way Celeste sighed, moaned and occasionally rolled her hips against Jackie's mouth. The young girl's stomach started to hurt with how much she'd drank, and she started to feel some of it trickle around the sides of her mouth. In her earnestness to try and avoid punishment, she sucked in her lips and tried to drink faster and faster, and Celeste sensed her trying a little harder and pushed her bladder a little more, forcing the piss out of her harder.

Thankfully, the stream of pee did eventually subside; there was only so much Celeste's teen body could hold, after all. Jackie heaved breaths of relief as the heavy stream of piss died down into a quiet trickle, and she dutifully gulped down the last of it as tears trickled down her cheeks. After a moment or two, Celeste shifted and scooted back, withdrawing from against her mouth. She leant forwards, grabbing one of Jackie's ears and twisting it down towards her crotch, wiping her pee-soaked entrance with Jackie's body, essentially. She didn't seem satisfied, however, and scooted back forwards to deliberately smear her pussy against the 8-year-old's face, before she pulled back once more, a smug look of satisfaction on her face.

"Good girl..." She sounded condescending as she patted Jackie's head roughly with the hand that, moments ago, had been yanking and pulling on the girl's hair. She heaved off her and got to her feet, and Jackie turned her head to see the girl picking up her pyjama pants and her panties, putting them back on. When she was dressed, she scooped up her phone and climbed back up onto her bed.

"Get lots of rest, slut," Celeste insisted with a particular patronising tone, her wicked face illuminated by her phone's flashlight. "We've got a lot of training to do tomorrow."

With that, she rolled and turned off the light on her phone, bathing the room in darkness. For a moment, Jackie simply laid there, before she slowly turned on the sleeping bag. She didn't even bother to crawl inside it; she curled up atop its plastic surface and pressed her head down into her knees, stifling a sniffle.

Just what was she going to do now?