Herman glanced up the narrow street, running into darkness between the tall buildings of port city. Likely this would have been the last chance, but he knew he couldn't run away. Feeling the presence of the shady squirrel behind him, it wasn't in him to flee. He had tried when he was small, and he had learned not to.

His life hadn't been too bad as a slave, he thought to himself as he gulped down the bitter taste in his throat. The squirrel with the trench coat and the sunglasses made a grunting sound to urge him walk faster.

Hadn't been so bad the last few years, golden years, years he should have enjoyed more, seen as precious as they were.

It was still slavery, but way better than what he had feared at first. Small and alone, ripped out of his litter at an age he could hardly remember, sold to strangers. But then he had ended up with the old squirrel lady, who treated him fair. Sometimes, secretly, almost like a grand child.

Not that old mistress Elma hadn't been strict too. Very so. She had been old school, as a slave he had to lower his eyes when facing her, and bow to her after every command. But that had just been protocol, ceremony, etiquette.

Deep down the old squirrel had had a good and warm heart, had cared for him and seen to that he learned to read and write, and got a warm and safe place to sleep in the night after each day of work done. Never hungry, unless he had to be punished.

He hadn't always been a good slave, he had tried to be a rebel when he got to that age, had tried to run away even. Once at first the very beginning when it all had been new and horrific and he wanted to go back to his mommy. But he didn't know where to go and was easy to be found. But when he ran again as a half grown up it was different, he had sought his boundaries. And damn had he been shown them.

He had found a girl, a little mouse, also a runaway slave. But unlike him, she had no forgiving master who took her back. And he had been forced to watch her punishment as she was put on display on the market square for all slaves to see what happened to escapees. Even as young and beautiful as she had been.

That had been his punishment too, and it had been enough. Old Elma never ever talked about his runaway attempt. Not to the day she died.

She had been weak for a long time, had had trouble lifting things, trouble walking stairs. Herman was the obedient slave helping his mistress every little trouble of life. He loved her in a way almost as if she was his own mother.  More than that, she was his mistress and a good one at that.

But that fateful day she couldn't get up from bed at all. He offered to call for a doctor, but she had forbidden him to, told him to stay with her. And there he staid and watched her breathe and held her hand. She fell asleep again, and this time she didn't ever wake up at all.

Of course he did get the doctor then - even though that set in motion the chain of events that led him where he was now. They had been like vultures.  Elma's daughter in law and her brother sifted through mistress' stuff and Herman's alike, sorted it by value, then two days later made him load everything from the house on two trucks. Furniture, books, household, clothing, everything.  Even his own clothes. Childhood toys, bed and bedding.  Then a stranger came and looked at the empty house, stripped and hollow. And he was pleased, and a great sum exchanged hands. And then Herman had been left with nothing but what he had on him. 

And even that didn't belong to him. Like the other property he was inheritance to be sold, as Elma's key's to the rabbit neck band that marked him as a slave was in the hand of that rude squirrel behind him, who walked him to the slave market like a prisoner.

Herman knew he was going to be sold, knew his future would be as unknown as the price the buyer would pay, and who it would be. But at least he knew sort of what awaited him.

He thought.

But then the squirrel made a harsh hissing sound that ripped Herman out of his thoughts, and made him aware of his mistake. He didn't walk where his current master wanted him to. Which was not towards the slave market but down towards the harbor.

And Herman froze with fear, until a unpleasant kick from the squirrel made him stumble forward.


Down at the harbor was the old fish market, where before noon the fishermen were selling their produce. After night fall though, other goods changed owner there. In dark back alleys and shady smoke filled taverns goods were exchange that travelled in the bottom of bunks and behind double walls in secret cargo compartments. They said you could get anything there for the right price.

Including slaves. Expensive pleasure slaves were to be acquired there, those well taught and beautiful. Those of rare kind and with rare abilities. And those that would accept anything from their masters and cry for more. 

And some that came from nowhere and no one asked where they went and what happened to them and whether they ever came back...

"No... please...." he dared to mutter, but an icy glare from the squirrel forced him to shut up. A gate to a backyard opened before them. A dog stood guard and growled at the squirrel in acknowledgement. Then Herman was lead to a cage. A cage!

And then the gate fell shut and it was dark and he was left alone.

Dirty straw underneath smelled moldy and rotting. In the distance he heard a whimpering, like from a feral animal. Or a very small child.

Despair started growing in him. He had always sort of been alone, but this was beyond hope. He was going to be sold to no one knew, and no one cared, nothing mattered. He might as well be dead already.

It seemed to be hours until a light appeared. The yard either had no lights or whoever was it, didn't want to make it too bright. Herman hoped the steps would walk by, but they seemed to come straight at him.

A key sounded and some creaking metal bars protested. He could see bits of clothing and cloaks, and the whimpering stopped.

They hadn't come for him. Herman dared breathe again relieved.

Then a flashlight turned on and into his face, blinding him bright as the sun.

"Looks good, too. Bring him in." a emotionless voice said, and the light turned off again. His cage door creaked and two paws reached for his upper arms.

Herman walked on his own, he didn't let them drag him, he knew instinctively they wouldn't hesitate to hurt him to get him moving. It was in their stance.

Smoke and an air of ale hit his face and made him cough. An open fire burned in a chimney, sending its flickering light across a crowded room, and furs were yelling and cheering in a mess. A noisy bar. More than that, some bets were taken, some fights were going on, one in a metal cage with two naked dog men armed with short spiked gauntlets pummeling each other to the cheers of spectators.

Then the white rabbit's eyes fell at the metal pole in the corner of the room.  It looked suspiciously like a stage for pole dancing but right now it, and some metal rings i the wall behind simply served to chain slaves to them.  Several slaves were there. A brute bear with a nasty scar across his face was chained to the wall, wearing shackles. But to the pole they had stripped a nearly naked mouse girl, only a veil like cloth around her waist and in front of her chest, which both revealed more than they hid.

Herman blinked and looked again. It couldn't be her, she was dead! He had been forced to see her die on the market square!

Yet the mouse on the pole looked exactly like the girl he had met on his short runaway trip. The same brown fur, the little scar on her right ear. 

The guards lead him towards the same corner. The mouse had her head lowered, but now she rose her eyes and their gaze met. 

It was her. It couldn't be otherwise, he knew it, but it had to. And she recognized him, too didn't she? The way her gaze lingered on his.

The guards led him to another ring in the wall, quite close to the pole. He halfway assumed to be shackled, but instead they attached a leash to his slave necklace, which gave him surprisingly much freedom, compared to the tightly bound bear at least.

The dog, it had been a dog who had lead him him, didn't linger. A quick test if the leash was attached firmly, then he turned around and went for towards the cage with the fight. Some spectators near the bars had started a little brawl, seemingly over some gambling discrepancies. Two other staff members already tried to prey the fighters apart while the rest of the audience shouted at them to stop blocking the view. The fighters in the cage didn't seem to care, they still cycled each other, although one was bleeding and the other limping.

"Ellie? Is it really you?" Herman finally managed to ask the mouse. She had moved to his side of her pole as far as her restraints allowed, only a few feet were between them. She nodded, opened her mouth, then closed it again without saying anything. A tear in her eye she lifted her head higher so he could see the ugly scar across her neck.

It was where they had cut her throat. There was no doubt. She must have somehow survived it.

The scar somehow told all her story. He stretched himself to get closer, but it was no use, they were so close yet he couldn't reach. Herman felt his own vision blur with tears. To see her again, in this place, in this situation.  They were both waiting to be sold, and it was almost for certain they wouldn't ever see each other again.

Herman didn't notice the elegantly clothed leopardess in the audience. She wore an evening dress that seemed a touch too high class for this place, but also leather strips wrapped and netted around her lower arms and legs that gave her a somewhat martial, tribal look and made her fit right in. She wore a necklace that looked expensive, and next to her sat a grim looking rhino dressed in a way that spoke "bodyguard" to anyone who would have though that attempting to steal from her would otherwise been a good idea.

The leopardess however had very much noticed the little reunion scene in the corner. She had watched the cute mouse for a while with hidden interest, unsure if she fit what she was searching for, almost ready to check out some other places. But the adorable white rabbit who was just been led in and the emotional scene that followed had set her decision. She smiled at her guard and gave a nod, and the rhino stood up and walked over to the counter.

He exchanged a few words with a slimy bartender and received a drink. Only a wink with his eyes at the leopardess at first and then towards the corner gave away his intentions. Then a smiling weasel in a suit stepped out of a door behind the counter and left with him, leaving a not even half finished drink behind.

Herman and Ellie didn't notice any of this until the whole group of furs arrived in their corner, flanked by again the dog who served as security for this establishment. But it was the leopardess who proudly stepped up to the mouse girl, biding her to step close with an unmistakable gesture.

There was an authority in her movements that would have made free furs instinctively obey. It didn't need the guard to make Ellie stand straight in front of the cat. The leopardess extended a paw under the mouse girls chin and made her lift her head, giving the scar a disapproving inspection.

The weasel looked unhappy at that. Fully aware that this disfiguration would lower the price he would be  getting significantly. And that this customers was going to take full advantage of that.

Herman apparently held himself too far to the front, too close to the scene.  He wasn't ready to let go of the mouse again and forever after just meeting her. The guard shoved him back towards the wall with a grunt. But much to the guards, Herman's and even the weasels surprise the leopardess made a step towards the rabbit and gestured him, too to step forward.

The guard was quick to access the changed situation and had his paws on Herman's shoulders to pull him back forward as quick as he had been pushing him away. Herman looked into the leopardess eyes, unsure what to expect. She was a strong personality, that was out of question, but was she cruel or benevolent? Did she seek a servant or a discardable play toy?

The grey green feline eyes didn't tell him that answer. They were preying, seeking, searching into his mind instead, probing for something of him he didn't know what it was. They searched in his mind and in his soul that he felt utterly exposed. He almost felt glad for the reassuring weight of his slave necklace and the leash attached to it, as if it was something he could hide behind. At the same time that provoked resistance, a tiny spark of anger.  It wasn't his fault he was for sale in this shady back alley establishment, he hadn't done anything wrong, had always been a good slave his entire life.  Just when he thought he couldn't stand that gaze any longer, she let his chin go and stepped back. Her smile was a satisfied one.

"I will pay the price you said, but for both of them, not just the mouse." she declared, and turned around, as if her word was law and left the rhino and the weasel to haggle over details over a mouse's and a rabbits future life.  Herman didn't understand much of what the rhino was saying, he didn't rise his voice. The weasel on the other hand was all merchant, using all his tricks, but they were like water splashing against a rock of granite.

Angry and fuming the weasel eventually called his guards, who unfastened both the rabbit and the mouse and handed both leashes to the rhino, then he turned around and hurried towards another commotion at the cage fight, together with his henchfurs. Apparently meanwhile one of the fighters inside had won, pinning the other on his belly in a victory pose. The other didn't move. But outside the cage the battle still raged on between gamblers who won and those who lost. "It was staged, it was clearly staged!" an outraged ferret accused one of the bookies. The puddle of blood under the looser didn't look staged though.

The rhino showed his very first emotion the entire evening, maybe the entire day and sent the two slaves a sad smile as he gently pulled the leashes, indicating they should follow. They quickly made their way to the front exit and out on the street, switching the noise and stench and heat for the cool air outside. A few spraying thin raindrops dampened their fur.

They hadn't reached the end of the road yet when police vans came through, three of them, and then another two, and more from different directions.  Sirens started wailing and they all came to a screeching halt around the establishment.  Shouts were yelled, furs screamed, then shots barked through the calm of night as the place became scene of a police raid. But the rhino didn't even look back and turned around the corner not even changing his pace.

The rabbit sent a hurried look towards the mouse. She had crouched lower at the sight of police wagons. She had had more than her share of experience with the armed forces of the law, as her scar clearly showed. Their gazes met, and a spark of hope passed between them. They were still together, and their master might not be the worst kind that frequented this place after all. It almost felt like being rescued.

The rhino first took shadowy back alleys towards the harbor. But then left for the shiny and glamorous promenade that led towards the passenger pier where rich tourists from foreign countries left their money in sparkling casinos.  Huge ocean liners occasionally docked at this pier, swimming palaces of gold and luxury. And to one of them the rhino led them.

Near the center of the giant ship they had lowered a gently rising gangway, roof overhead and with a red carpet inside for the rich and mighty to board the vessel. But the rhino walked the two slaves towards a narrow metal grate board near the bow. Two figures waited on top, dark silhouettes against the cloudy night sky, no lights behind them in this part of the ship.

The gangway swayed coldly under their bare foot paws. Every step of the rhino's boots forced a protesting clatter out of it. Now Herman could make out the two figures. One was a crew member in uniform, standing guard. The other was the leopard lady, wearing a hooded cloak over her dress.

"This is? ... I hope you are aware that slavery is not legal in all ports we are visiting on this voyage. This could get you into trouble." the crew member, an experienced old seal objected, but didn't hinder them from coming on board.

"Thanks for your concern, I have discussed this with the captain, too, it won't be an issue."

"Well then, welcome aboard the 'Cleopatra'" he mock-welcomed the slaves with a snicker and pulled in the heavy gangway behind them as if it weight nothing, then lead the way into the ship, across machinery and crew installations to a bulkhead that lead to the passenger part.

"You two stink!" The leopardess stated matter of factly, though without scorn.  "Give them a chance to clean themselves, then bring them to my cabin an hour from now, I need to change too. Disgusting place, might be time someone raided it out." she said with a smirk.

The rhino nodded, then led the slaves to a bright and shiny bathroom. Steam lingered in the air. A pool and showers waited for them. Taps and mirrors on the sink were golden and shiny, and a mural showing merfolk in playful scenes covered the ceiling. Ellie stared at it for what seemed a minute. She had never seen so much luxury. "I'll wait outside. I'd advice you to take a bath but don't get too carried away. There's towels in the drawers and I'll get you something better to wear."

He left, and locked the door behind with a click, and the two slaves were alone with each other in the luxurious bathroom.

Herman turned towards the mouse, wanted to hug her, embrace her, and yet wasn't sure if he dared to. He had a thousand questions and didn't now which one to ask first.

He stood there for a second or two, like frozen, then she tore the invisible barrier between them down and embraced him, almost frighteningly intense.

The leopardess had been right, they both stank of sweat and beer and smoke and whatever had been in the cages they had been kept, but he didn't care. He felt her warm fur, her soft breasts against himself, her trembling breath. She sobbed slightly and he just embraced her, hugged her, comforted her, for all he knew she must have been through. "How did you ... I thought you were dead..." he still didn't know how to ask.

Her answer was just a whisper in his ear. "They all did. They cut my throat. I lost my voice almost completely, but I survived it ... somehow. My old master didn't want me back anymore, they sold me to an ... escort service."

She sobbed for a bit more, then suddenly asked. "What happened to you, I thought your master cared about you."

"My mistress died of old age. Her son in law sold me to that place." Herman stated. Then added "They made me watch how they... what they did to you."

Ellie suddenly giggled and hugged him tighter. "I was bleeding like a fountain. I tried to spill it all over the guys who held me, I thought it was the last thing I'd do. Made a major mess, didn't I?"

He suddenly giggled too, the horror of the scene all but vanished now that he held her in his arms, for months afterwards he hadn't want to live anymore, now it just seemed like a well played joke. She had survived it. She had lived through it and fooled them all.

"I guess we should get cleaned up after all, our new mistress doesn't seems a patient one." the mouse eventually whispered and held Herman by the shoulders, looking into the rabbits eyes with a smirk. The rabbit nodded and glanced over at the bathtub. "You want us to bath together?"

She giggled. "Sure, you can scrub my back, I do feel so itchy there. That place must have had fleas, I want them gone!"

...

Outside the bathroom a stoic rhino stood guard and, what felt to him like roughly three quarter of an hour, looked on his watch. They had boarded the ship at midnight. It was now quarter to one and 12 seconds. Behind him the heard giggling and splashing and he managed one of his rare sad smiles. Then he knocked on the door.

Both the slaves glanced at the door, guiltily. They had cleaned themselves and each other, then forgot the time. But at least the voice that followed didn't sound angry.

"Get dried up and put some bathrobes on, you'll get new clothes in a bit." They heard the rhino's commanding voice.

Herman was blushed red a little bit from the bath's heat but also from being so close to the adorable girl. How he had loved to walk his paws over her back while he watched her clean her front side. He had been embarrassed about his erection but she had only 'accidentally' brushed his tip with the back of her paw and giggled playfully. And then she had given him a kiss which nearly caused his rabbit balls to explode.

Now of course his folly made a bulge in the bathrobe despite the belt around his waist and he tried to will it down with much effort and little success.

The rhino acted as if he didn't notice it at all - but what would the mistress say? What was it, she had in mind in the first place?

They were led to the "cabin" of the leopardess, but it turned out to be more of a suite. It span across two stories on the ships topmost passenger decks, and although only the upper one had access to outside windows and the view across sea and port city, it was clear that it must be one of the more exclusive options even a luxury liner like this had to offer.

The slaves had a short glance at the entrance lobby, then were led to a huge walkable closet that even had some furniture and two mattresses on the floor.  It seemed someone had prepared this place for them.

The improvised beds both had clothing on them spread out in a well presented manner. Herman gulped.

The mouse girl obviously was to wear pretty much what she had worn before.  Thin, veil like pieces of fabrics hanging from golden chains. A higher class, more expensive version of the 'oriental sex slave' outfit she had worn before.  He however was to wear nothing but something that looked like a black gloss leather pants, with no legs whatsoever, and two zippers around his crotch area, and a flap over his ass that seemed also partially removable. And nothing else.

"Put that on. You can choose who of you wears which." the rhino said without so much as a grimace. It might have been a joke, but one couldn't say. Ellie went to her mattress and let her bath gown drop to the floor, standing completely naked in nothing but her fur, before she slowly and gracefully pulled on the slightly translucent fabric. She apparently had practice donning these, her fingers pulled the tiny golden chains through loops and it staid snuggly around her waist. Herman couldn't avert his eyes.

"Can you close this behind my back?" the mouse girl asked him whispering, a smile on her lips. She offered him the golden chain that would hold her breast-veil together. Clumsily he fumbled them as she twisted around gracefully and fastened the veil to her chest with one hand, flapping one of the chains over her shoulder. They apparently hooked together into a golden ring on her back. The mechanism was delicate and he nearly dropped the little hooks twice before they finally snapped shut around the ring.

Wary he let go and approached his own contraption. It was pants, definitely, so he stuck his legs in the holes and pulled them up.

They were tight. Too tight to fit over his rabbit privates. Especially in his still aroused state. He stood, his back towards the rhino and tried to pull the tight leather over his butt. There was a hole for his tail, too.

"Maybe you need to open the zipper." Ellie whispered giggling, and Herman blushed.

Eventually they both emerged from the door. Ellie gracefully and naturally, Herman weirdly aware of the tight leather around his bum, and the even tighter bag that squeezed his rabbit bits together and confined them to the firmly bulged front of the pants. The sensation caused his male bits to throb and grow even firmer and bigger which made the leather even tighter, and his blush redder.

Then the rhino led them up the stairs, simply walking ahead. On the top he just stood to the side and pointed at a door.

He even tried another smile to encourage them. Today must have been the day he had smiled the most in half a year.

Ellie had been a bit more secure with her outfit, likely due to experience, but stepping into what must be the mistress bedroom she was clearly as nervous as Herman was. It was as luxurious as the rest of the 'suite'. Paintings hung from the walls, a golden chandelier styled lamp was fastened to the ceiling.  The wide double bed itself looked stylish, functional, although ornaments were embossed into the golden bed feet, which were themselves fastened to the floor. It was a ship after all.

On it rested the leopardess, and she was clad in fur. On top of her own fur she wore a white furred robe, very alike the rabbits. Herman gulped.

Other than that she wore leather strings wrapped in an intricate pattern around her arms and legs, like a warrior priestess of old, and also a tight leather corset that covered her from her upper thighs, her sex, hips, torso, her chest, even her shoulders all seemingly seamlessly. It covered all yet emphasised her contours in a way that could only be called kinky. Herman wondered how one would take it on or off. Maybe there was a zipper at the back or something.

"There you are. Come closer."

The slaves stepped closer to the bed. Mistress didn't move. "Much better. Yes, you smell better and you look better. Which is good, because you are both mine. Forget your past, it doesn't matter anymore. You will address me with 'mistress', and only speak when I tell you to or ask you something. Your names from now on are Bonny and Clyde. Today you are Bonny" she told the mouse, then turned to the rabbit "and you are Clyde. That might change occasionally, but you will see. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress." Clyde answered and Bonnie whispered. The leopardess rose an eyebrow. "Speak louder Bonnie, did you understand?"

A tear emerged in the corner of Bonnie's eyes and her throat moved behind her scar. She opened her mouth and whispered again, a course rasping, not nice, but louder than before. "Yes Mistress!"

"You have no voice, don't you?" the leopardess asked, almost sounding sad.

"No mistress, I lost it when they cut my throat."

The leopardess nodded. "I know. It's fortunate that you survived that. We'll see if we can do something about that later, I'd like to hear you sing."

"yes... Mistress." another tear emerged from Bonnie's eyes, together with a glimmer of hope.

"Clyde, you have only tended the household of on old woman, right?"

The rabbit was very surprised his mistress knew that detail about his past. He was certain the weasel hadn't asked about his past and certainly hadn't passed it on.

"Answer me!" the leopardess commanded.

"Yes mistress!"

She smiled pleased. "I am older, but I don't need that kind of help. You will serve me in a different way, but you might have to learn it yet. But Bonnie too doesn't know what I expect and prefer yet, therefore we will play a little game. I will merely watch while you play. And I will give some directions that you will follow by the word and tell you what you did wrong so you can do it better. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress!" they both said.

"Excellent! Clyde, you are going to be Bonnie's master now. She will please you to the best of her abilities, and you will direct her actions as a demanding master would do. Praise her if she does exceptionally well, punish her if she doesn't. Can you do that?"

Bonnie and Clyde looked at each other for a split second with an asking expression, until the mistress rose an eyebrow. "Yes mistress!"

"Perfect. Now one more thing, stay where you are."

The mistress stood up and stepped from the bed with feline grace. Her fur robe flapped and revealed the back of her tight garment. It was as seamless as the front.  There was no zipper.

On the night table stood two flask, each with a single mouth full of a colorless liquid. It looked like water as she gave one to each.

"Drink that."

Clyde tried to smell the liquid as it entered his mouth but he couldn't. If any it had a faint aroma of roses, it was as water. The moment he felt it in his tummy however it burned and he winced. Bonny next to him showed the same gesture. The leopardess stretched out her hands to take both flask back and gave their confused faces no heed. A second later the burning eased down and vanished.

"Splendid. Now begin. You may use the bottom half of the bed too, you can sit down as you please Clyde. And you can if he orders you to. Play a master, become a master, be her master!"

"Yes mistress!"

Clyde had no idea what to ask of Bonnie. The mouse looked at him, so very sexy in her semi translucent garments. He couldn't help but look at the tiny hint of pink between her legs. He wouldn't mind being her slave right now, but he had been assigned master, and she looked at him questioning, maybe a bit encouraging.

"Fetch me a drink, I am thirsty." he eventually commanded before the silence became too awkward. Bonnie dutifully and gracefully turned around and walked towards the door. She had seen a sort of kitchen downstairs.

Clyde was about to sit on the bed.

"Stop!" mistress commanded, without urgency, more matter of factly, but Bonnie froze.

"You are not leave this room while we do this. There is a small fridge in the closet to your right. You will find some sparkling wine there, use that. ... Go on."

The closet also held glassed and Bonnie filled one with some skill without spilling any and even with some grace. 

Clyde watched her and carefully sat on the edge of the bed. Not without having a careful glance  at mistress, but she just nodded encouragingly. She had made herself comfortable on a pillow and gotten a glass of sparkling wine as well he could swear she hadn't held a few seconds before.

Bonnie brought him his own drink, swaying her tail sultry from side to side.  She held it out for him, and he noticed that his paw was shaking slightly as he took it. "Thank you." he said.

"No." the mistress said. "You are her master, you don't thank. You may praise her for a job well done, but you only thank for unasked things. And a slave should not do things unasked. ... In most cases." the leopardess added.

Clyde's rabbit ears drooped. "Well done." he said to Bonnie, who smiled.

"That's much better." the mistress said smiling and sipped her champaign. "Now I think you should let her dance for you. Show that body for you, I know you like looking at her." she added with a vicious smile.

Clyde blushed and looked into the mouse's eyes. But her smile hadn't changed she didn't seem to mind. He took a deep breath. "Dance for me. Make it sexy."

Bonnie smirked. "Yes master." she said and took a few steps, then started posing and twisting. Suddenly music sounded, a rhythmic, exotic beat, with a simple repetitive melody. Bonnie seemed irritated for a heartbeat, but then started moving with it, swung her tail and her hips and let her barely hidden chests wiggle to the beat. Clyde watched with unhidden fascination. She was beautiful, and it didn't need her paws frame her chest and her long tail being pulled hinting between her legs and up in front of her to make that leather pants of him tight and tighter. Bonnie started moving faster as the beat slowly sped up, and Clyde couldn't keep his paws unoccupied any longer. Soon he felt the smooth leather on his crotch from the outside and suppressed a tiny moan.

The leopardess smirked and watched the unfolding scene for a while. It was clear that Bonnie had been taught a thing or two about this and also enjoyed doing it right now and for him. The rabbit on the other hand seamed pleasantly innocent. A fact she planned to change.

"Ts ts ts, no..." the leopardess eventually intervened. "Don't let her dance all evening, and do her job for her. You obviously need relief, she's yours to command for the goddess sake. Make HER do it."

Clyde was already blushed not even his white fur could hide the redness beneath, and the fact that Bonnie grinned mischievously didn't make it better.  It almost made him angry.

"Stop that, come here." he commanded. "Yes master?" Bonnie asked smirking.

"I am ... uncomfortable... down there. Do something about it."

The leopardess sighed and glanced upwards helplessly. What a pathetic choice of words, it was just fortunate the girl knew what she was doing. She watched Bonnie kneel down and her paws carefully approach the zippers that kept Clyde's rabbithood entrapped. The leather was taut and the gentle touch of her fingers was near unbearable. The opening of the zipper almost hurt, and then what was entrapped sprung to life, throbbing. Clyde gasped.

Bonnie smiled and started stroking the rabbits maleness and cupped his balls until it reached its full size, unsheathed and pink. Clyde moaned.

Soon after Bonnie lowered her head and extended her tongue, took a single salty lick from his shaft until he shivered, then took another lick to take a drop of emerging pre from his glistening tip.

She was about to take his member into her mouth when mistress interrupted the two.

"Stop, that's enough!"

Both looked at the leopardess surprised.

"You both did well overall. But you are showing too much initiative Bonnie. He didn't ask for that. And YOU are too passive, not demanding enough. You were the master, yet you behaved like an inexperienced little rabbit on his first date. I think you can learn more from a little role reversal. Now Bonnie is the mistress and Clyde will serve. Understood?"

"Yes mistress." Bonnie whispered with a grin. Clyde took a second longer and gulped. "Yes mistress."

Bonnie took the barely touched glass out of Clyde's hands and took a sip, then held it out to Bonnie. "Drink that, then bring it back where it was."

The rabbit did as advised. He felt the sparkling wine inside him, a tickle on the inside that lingered and felt weird. He remembered the potion they had been given and wondered what it was for.

"Those leather pants of you look uncomfortable. You may take them of." Bonnie whispered smirking, which also sent a smirk on the leopardess lips.

The white rabbit fumbled with the pants. Getting his bum free from the tight encasement was almost more difficult than getting them on in the first place.  Then he was naked, his member rock hard.

"That is a big cock, even for a rabbit." Bonnie commented smirking. "I always wondered if you could bend down and take it in your own mouth. Try that for me."

Clyde felt utterly embarrassed. He knew he could do that, but he had never ever dreamed of performing that exercise in front of others. Hiding behind his drooping rabbit ears, he crouched down on the floor, legs crossed and bent forward. Bonnie giggled in anticipation.

It wasn't as if Clyde's throbbing member hadn't urged for attention. The leopardess had interrupted Bonnie in the worst of moments, he urged for release. So he curled into a ball until he reached and took himself between his own lips.

Bonnie crouched lower to have a closer look, a big smirk on her lips, which filled the rabbit with a mixture of pride and utter embarrassment. He tasted the salty taste of his own precum and his own touch sent a shiver up his spine.

"Cmon, milk yourself, then gulp it all down." Bonnie commanded, watching in fascination.

The leopardess put her drink down and relaxed on her pillow, watching the scene unfold.

Clyde stopped caring. He had a bodily urge, and as embarrassing as it was he had no choice and was too close anyway. He bent as far as he could and worked his tongue across his tip, imagining Bonnie's round curves and sexy tail in front of his eyes. It took only seconds, then he erupted with a shudder. He arched, a big part of his load in his mouth. He gulped it down, not minding the sweet gooey taste, then took a deep breath and kept panting. Bent like that made breathing hard and he was all out of air.

Bonnie looked at a few more drops of white rabbit seed spilling on his white fur and the floor.

"Bad Rabbit!" she scorned in mock anger. "You spilled! I guess you need to be punished!"

She made an unsure glance at the leopardess, wondering if she was going too far, but the mistress nodded encouragingly.

"Lick it up, all of it!" Bonnie demanded.

Clyde felt hot anger in himself, at the same time he wished to sink into the ground and vanish. Neither helped, he had to do it, so he bent again and licked the drops of his member, slowly growing limp and even more sensitive, ticklish even. Then of his fur and legs. Where he couldn't reach he wetted his fingers and wiped it with his paw, then licked it from there until nothing was left.

"The floor too."

Clyde sighed, then started taking the two single drops the same way with his finger.

"With your tongue!" Bonnie hissed in mock anger. Her whispering voice made her commands extra sharp.

Clyde glared at her. Why? Why so cruel? Then he saw the glint of amusement and joy in her eyes, and he gave in. It didn't make so big of a difference after all. The floor had a hint of lemon to it, likely from cleaning detergent. Two licks and he was done and stood up and smiled at Bonnie.

"That's a good rabbit, all clean." She cheered. "You have proven yourself worthy of pleasuring me, come closer."

The leopardess bent a bit forward to see what would unfurl now.

Clyde stepped forward towards the mouse, who now sat on the bed broad legged.  Her tail tip flicked in anticipation and a sweet smell of arousal hit his nose. He hadn't realizes his performance had had that effect on her.

Bonnie lifted the translucent veil that 'covered' her own glistening moist sex and exposed her privates to the rabbit. Clyde bent down and went about to go licking when the mouse suddenly pushed him back as he had just got a first sniff of the musky mouse scent. "Stop. Slowly! You can't just go all the way that quickly, that spoils the fun." He looked at her, but she wasn't really angry.

"Start with my lips and the tip of your tongue. Then work you way upwards, here." She pointed at her clit. "And only then after a while, when I'm almost there, go deeper."

Clyde approached again, careful this time. Bonnie was all clean and the smell of her sex still mixed with the scented water they had bathed in together. He touched her swollen fleshy lips with his tongue tip and herd her gasp and tense. Then he took tiny licks, one left and one right, each a bit further to the top.

"That's it. Oh yes, that's it." she whispered, tensing and flexing, having trouble to sit still yet forcing herself to.

Clyde grabbed her fleshy thighs and felt her tensing muscles as he went half an inch upwards and started licking her aroused little clit, which protruded between her fleshy lips. A silent moan escape her lips and she shivered, then tensed and arched, one of her paws at her own breasts.

Slowly, watching for her reactions Clyde licked again, then again. He felt his own member grow once again throbbing, and he enjoyed giving her this kind of pleasure. Another lick, then another, then he decided to go deeper to the musky scent of her emerging love juices.

"Stop!"

Disappointed both furs looked up to the mistress.

"You are having way too much fun there. Bonnie, you are indeed a natural, and Clyde, very well done too. We'll have so much fun together. So you see what kind of master I wanted you to be?"

"Yes mistress." the rabbit said, having stood up. Bonnie cringed in frustration of interrupted pleasure, but also nodded a whispered 'yes mistress.'

"Time to try again, Clyde, this time don't hold back so much. There are no limits to what you can ask of her and she will enjoy doing it. I command her to. Understood?"

"Yes mistress." they both said.


"Now go on..." the leopardess dismissed them with a wave of her hand.

Clyde sat on the bed, glancing at Bonnie's glistening, urging sex and suddenly knew what he'd demand of her. Sweet sweet revenge.

"I'm sure you are at least as flexible than I am." he said. "I want you to finish the task I started yourself, and I'll be watching."

"Yes master." Bonnie said with a smirk that said 'I accept that challenge.'

She was about to sit down on the bed but Clyde shook his head. "Do it standing."

The leopardess clapped her paws in approval and gave Clyde another encouraging nod. Finally he was on the right track.

Bonnie blushed, then stood herself firmly and broad legged in front of the wide bed. She stretched out her tail for balance and bent forward, down, and further down, grabbed her own thighs for support until she was curled tightly.

Her own sex was in front of her. Breathing slowly she tried to bend even tighter. An exercise she hadn't done in a while and hoped she still had the flexibility. She always found the sight of her own sex weird at that angle. As if it wasn't even part of her. Yet the slightest touch of her mouse whiskers proved otherwise. 

From the corner of her eye she watched Clyde sit himself comfortable on the bed, his paws between his own legs.

Bonnie grabbed her ass and pulled herself closer. It was an uncomfortable stretch in her back, she hadn't done any stretching exercise in too long, but it brought her nose right between her glistening nether lips. Gasping, she opened her maw and took her clit between her lips and started suckling. She felt herself involuntarily twitch and had to adjust her weight and her tail to keep balance, her legs wider apart.

Clyde watched a bit, but Bonnie's twisted back blocked most of the view, all he could see was her shoulders twitch with every of her licks and her tail sway behind her.

"Turn around." He ordered her. "I want to see your butt while you do it."

The leopardess smirked but didn't say anything. Bonnie smirked too, grabbed her butt cheeks more firmly and tried to turn around in tiny steps. It felt weird, and every movement of her hip sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Then Clyde and the leopardess came back into view between her legs from under her tail. She waved it at them and gave herself a demonstrative lick all the way back to her tail hole. A thing she realized grinning, she wouldn't have done had she not had a bath just before.

Clyde was rubbing his privates with his paw while staring at her, and she bent a little bit more forward and lifted her tail to give him an even better view.  Then she pulled herself in an even tighter coil and shoved her nose in between her nether lips, a cold sensation that sent a tingle up her spine. Her tongue played with her own clit as she sucked at it, and exhaling she felt the weird sensation of the air in her own vaginal channel. She would have moaned if she could, but only a silent shudder was sign of her pleasure.

She was close to her peak when it started. An uncomfortable pulling in her side was all the warning she got, then it turned into a stinging, cramping pain. Gasping, she let go and lost her balance, then collapsed on the floor and held her side, still coiled into a ball. What a bad timing for a cramp.

Clyde was concerned for her and almost jumped up. "Whats wrong? Are you ok?"

"Stop!" The leopardess prevented the rabbit from intervening. "She's disobeying you, you can't show compassion now!"

"But, she's in pain!" Clyde protested which produced a frown on the leopardess face and made him regret his words.

Bonnie meanwhile writhed on the ground and tried to massage her cramping side, with the back of her paw, still unable to resume a natural position. Her face was a painful grimace.

"No buts! That's her own fault and her own problem, it a cramp and there's nothing you can do anyway. Wait until it's over, then punish her for her failure." the leopardess ordered.

"yes mistress." Clyde lowered his head, which produced a satisfied smile on the cat's lips.

The mouse panted in forced but deep breathes, twisting this way and that way on her back until there was a crackling sound from her spine and her bones shifted back into their natural position. Wincing, she sat up, still holding her side with an expression of pain and anger on her face.

"Are you OK?" Clyde asked. The mistress rose an eyebrow but Bonnie nodded thankfully and took a deep breath.

"I must ... Punish you." Clyde said reluctantly, while trying to find out a fitting punishment. It didn't seem fair, the pain was punishment more than enough. He looked at her long sleek mouse tail and suddenly had an idea.  Something that seemed punishment enough but maybe gave her some pleasure too.

"Your tail tip, take it in your paws from between your legs." he said.

The leopardess rose an eyebrow and leaned froward, eager to see where he was going there.

Bonnie did as requested and looked at him questioningly

"Stick it into yourself." the rabbit demanded. He could almost feel the leopardess smirking behind him, she seemed to approve.

Bonnie gave him a bewildered look, then brushed her tail tip over her tingling sex until her fur was all moist and sticky. She stood again broad legged and pressed her tail tip against her nether lips, then tried to relax her clamping sex.

Grimacing she accepted the weird sensation and tried to enjoy it, then more confident she pulled on her tail to stick it further in.

Clyde seemed close to another climax just from watching, while mistress seemed more curious than anything. Determined Bonnie pulled her tail further until it filled her completely, until it wouldn't go any further. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but the filling of fullness, the pressure inside was hard to describe and very exciting. It wasn't until she involuntarily clenched her sex around her tail that the sensations drove her nearly over the edge.

Without even thinking she started humping her tail, pushed it out a tiny bit only to pull it back in. And then she just couldn't hold herself anymore. A shiver run through her and she moaned a silent cry, exhaling with a hiss, and she arched, barely staying on her feet.

Clyde also came and spilled his load over his thighs. Embarrassed he looked at the white seed on his white fur, thick and sticky.

"Well done." He remembered to comment her, panting. "Now come here and clean this up. Lick it up. But don't take your tail out."

The rabbit grinned mischievously, seeing her slight embarrassment just as she recovered enough to understand his demand.

The leopardess giggled, and watched the mouse approach, her tail held in place with her left. She started with the still exposed tip of the rabbit's member, then worked her way around and to the base, before she licked the white drops of his fur.

Clyde gasped and shivered but tried to hold still other than that, until Bonnie was done to the last drop.

Suddenly the leopardess started clapping.

"Well done you two, well done indeed. Both of you. You have been very entertaining. Stand up now, the game is over."

"Yes mistress, thanks mistress."

Bonnie still held her tail stuck in her sex, wondering if she should take it out. Questioning she looked at the leopardess face, searching for a hint.

Clyde felt his heart pound from the excitement and afterglow, but something in the leopardess eyes put him on edge, she looked somewhat dangerous. A second later his hunch got confirmed when she spoke.

"You can take your tail out now Bonnie. You both did well with pleasure, but there is another lesson tonight, and that is pain. You might not like it, but you are mine, so that doesn't matter."

The rabbit gulped, while a haunted look crept in the mouse gaze.

"Bonnie, place yourself on the bed, belly down and expose your rear."

Without a word the mouse did as commanded.

"You, go over to that closet and open the right door. You will find a small suitcase, take it and open it here."

Clyde had no problems finding it. It was heavy. On its leathery inside were various things, handcuffs, a whip, some candles, but also some screws and a set of knifes. He shuddered at the sight.

"We start with the whip. Take it and whip Bonnie's rear, she needs to be punished."

The rabbit gave the leopardess a questioning look, but her face left no doubts she meant it. "Yes mistress."

Bonnie grimaced as the first strike flopped against her rear with a dull sound, but it hadn't hurt as much as she had expected. She was afraid of the pain, but also strangely aware of her exposed pose, her wet sex pressed against the sheets, her rear about to be struck again.

"No, not like that, give me that." The leopardess more took than received the whip, then lashed it in the air next to Clyde's nose. It missed him by an inch and made a dry, loud cracking sound. He cringed.

"Thats how you do it, but hit her, with the tip!"

"Yes mistress."

"Hard!"

"Yes mistress, I'll try."

He didn't want to, he felt tears in the corners of his eyes.

It took him a few attempts to get the whip to work right, and a few more to actually hit Bonnie. The first cracks were in the air, then one hit her thigh.

Bonnie cringed and made a hiss, but she couldn't have cried out even if she had tried. Instead she clenched her teeth shut.

"Again! More!" the leopardess commanded.

Clyde struck again. And again. It hurt him to see Bonnie cringe and tense every time. She tried to hide her tears but he saw them. Again and again the mistress made him strike her, until red streaks framed her lower back and thighs and her beautifully plump mouse butt. She shivered and shuddered and flexed in pain, yet the mistress demanded yet another strike again and again.

Bonnie closed her watering eyes and waited for yet another strike. The pain was near unbearable, she just wanted it to stop. Yet every wave of pain made her again aware of her urging sex, every cringe made her brush her nether lips over the bed sheets. Biting her lips she started to hump them, relaxed her nethers between strikes, then clenched hard when the whip bit again. Every strike hurt more yet still every strike drove her further until she thought she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to cry out but she couldn't. She sobbed, flexed, cringed, and was yet not allowed to move. And then with a final strike she came, felt her clenching nether lips squirt out a few drops of sweet liquids on the sheet just as the whip bit into her exposed rear.  She sobbed, but the shudders that went through her were not only from her sobs but also from her climax.

Clyde noticed the change in Bonnie's expression and response. He felt the pain with her, with every cringe and spasm after every strike, but he also saw her sex twitch urging every time, her paws clenched into the bedsheets, her eyes pressed shut watering, her mouth held close and yet hissing every time. He hated to hurt her, yet she was so sexy like that, so vulnerable. He also felt ashamed for those feelings, wanted to stop, wanted to caress her, kiss her, comfort her. He would have stopped along time ago if the leopardess would just let him.

But only then, after Bonnie's shivers ebbed down after another tormented climax, she allowed him to stop.

"Thats enough punishment for now. Give me the whip."

The rabbit almost threw the instrument away, which caused mistress to frown.

"Your turn! Place yourself on your back. Bonnie, get up already and take that small knife from the suitcase, the one with the ivory handle."

Bonnie took a while and knelt in a crooked way, her back still in pain, her eyes full of tears and embarrassment.

Clyde glanced at the little knife wide eyed and in fear, what would the mistress make her do next?

Bonnie reluctantly took the instrument.

"Come here, kneel over him! Yes, like that. Clyde, you will hold still, no matter what, or I'll cut you deep, is that clear?"

"Yes mistress!" His voice trembled.

"Punish the rabbit. Cut him on his chest. Cut his skin about this deep" the leopardess held her claws about a tenth of an inch apart "but not deeper.  There will be blood. Start here under his nipples and cut across."

Clyde sucked in air as he felt the prick of the knife tip on his skin. When Bonnie started pulling it across he screamed. He did his best to hold still as commanded but he just couldn't stop his voice.

The leopardess cringed and gave him a displeased look, but that was nothing against the look of horror on Bonnie's face.

"Further. Cut about 4 inches long. And then make another."

Clyde stared at the knife in front of him wide eyed. Bonnie looked so beautiful as she reluctantly took it, yet it bit into him none the less and mercilessly. He thought he could take the pain, endure it, but every time it bit into his skin it was so much more than he could take. He screamed, he flexed, he tried to keep his arms under control and prevent himself from clawing at Bonnie, who wasn't at fault. He just wanted it to stop.

Bonnie bit her teeth together. She had to hold Clyde's chest steady with her left to guide the knife. Clyde whimpered between the cuts and screamed and flexed and arched when she did cut. Eventually she couldn't bear it any longer, she was about to throw the knife away when the leopardess finally rose her voice again.

"Thats enough there. Now make another cut across his belly. Deeper this time, about this." the leopardess marked about a quarter of an inch with her claws.

The mouse made a short pause and looked from the red drop on the knife tip to the whimpering rabbit, then to the leopardess. "No!", she whispered, tears in her eyes and placed the knife down forcefully on the bed. It left a blood stain on the sheet. "I won't do that, you are killing him."

The leopardess looked at her, stared her in the face, and when Bonnie held the gaze she snarled. Then suddenly she launched forward, fast as only a cat could do and grabbed the mouse by the shoulders, threw her on the bed next to the still whimpering rabbit.

Wide eyed Bonnie looked at the leopardess who pinned her down, half over her.  She pulled Bonnie's arms upwards, then turned towards Clyde.

"Come here!" she snarled. "Hold her down like this!" she placed Bonies wrists over her head on the sheets. "And don't you dare let go or I'll rip you apart and make gloves from your skin!"

The white rabbit sported a series of four cuts on his chest, almost as if a wild animal had gashed at him. Almost as if the leopardess had lashed out at him with her claws, and right now she looked a lot like she could actually do that. Scared he took the mouse girls wrists and pushed them down as demanded, afraid of what the mistress would do to her.

The leopardess pinned Bonnie's legs down with her own knees, pinning her down with her weight. Bonnie's breasts heaved as she stared into the angry feline's eyes.

"When I tell you to punish the rabbit, you WILL punish the rabbit! Believe me, I know exactly what kills and what a fur can endure. See that?" She held out her extended claws. "Thats exactly how deep your belly skin is."

Bonnie stared at the extended claws fear struck. She was helpless on her back, and cold sweat soaked her fur. Her mind was like frozen, she knew instinctively that she was in danger yet she didn't understand it. 'no ...' she whispered silently.

But with a growl, the leopardess struck! Bonnie tensed breathless, felt the sharp claws penetrate her fur at her flank, but she had no time to recover,

The leopardess ripped her paw across the mouse's heaving belly. Her claws cut through and ripped through fur and skin and left a deep bleeding gash, a whole patch of fur and skin just ripped aside.

Bonnie opened her mouth for a silent scream as she felt her belly fur ripped away. Clyde's knuckles hurt from tensing around the mouse's wrists. He didn't dare to let go and watched the mouse bleeding belly with a mixture of horror and fascination. He feared for Bonnie, but the sight of her heaving chest, her breasts wriggling in her thrashes, and her belly ripped open, exposed. He got a boner and at the same time felt utterly ashamed that her torture was so much his turn on.

Bonnie stared into the leopardess eyes. A silent whimper was all she could do, desperately trying to get air in her lung. The pain, her belly, she couldn't breathe! With a pleading look and trembling lips, her eyes begged the big cat for mercy.

And mercy she got. For now. The leopardess gave her an almost loving smile, then lowered herself lower and licked a drop of blood from the mouse's hips.  Bonnie tensed again then relaxed, and finally she managed to breathe in shallow breaths. Her mouth wide open with every attempt to get air in, her eyes devoid of all fight. Her arms stopped straining against Clyde's paws and he finally could loosen his grasp a bit.

Shivering as if he had himself been target of the attack he watched, not daring to move. And the scene unfolding in front of him was like torture. He could see Bonnie's entrails exposed, red and slimy, shifting and moving with every breath. At the same time the leopardess started to gently caress and pleasure the mouse. It was in a way horrific to watch yet it was driving him wild.

Bonnie felt the rough feline tongue right next to her burning ripped belly.  She tried to stop tensing because that hurt more and she couldn't breathe if she did. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, yet the tongue of the leopardess moved downwards, licked over the fur on her thighs against the hair pattern, first on the left and then on the right.  The cat's clawed paws grasped her thighs and poked into her but cheeks. And then the rough tongue touched her nether lips.

Bonnie gasped and shivered. The pain, the sudden pleasure, it was just too much. Her confused brain didn't know what to think anymore. Arousal, fear, pain, shock, panic, more pain, now pleasure and arousal again. It didn't make sense, it mixed and just didn't add up. It was like a dream, she couldn't wake up but it didn't feel real either. So she just gave in an held still, shivering.

The leopardess paws clenched around her butt, and pulled her legs apart, then the warm feline snout touched her nethers and the tongue licked deeply through her sex and over her clit. Bonnie tensed and regretted it immediately as a new wave of pain emitted from her gashing wound. Panting faster she just let it happen and tried to stay still. Her head flopped to her side and her gaze met Clyde's.

Clyde met the glance guilty for a split second, then looked away in shame. It was his fault, he had held her, and worst of all he was turned on by the ordeal. It felt like betrayal. But then he felt Bonnie's paw grasp his, and he looked at her again and he realized that Bonnie's gaze wasn't accusing. And that the leopardess licks turned her on despite the gore, despite the pain.  That she shared this sickening arousal with him and understood.

That moment Clyde didn't care about the mistress punishment, he bent forward.  Their lips met and he felt her trembling but desperate loving kiss. Then Bonnie tensed again and gasped, trembled.

The leopardess had nipped her clit with her sharp teeth. Then she took Bonnie's labia between her teeth and squeezed.

The mouse in her grasp tensed and flexed. The mistress knew, this body was completely hers, she could direct the mouse wherever she wanted. Pain, pleasure, all at once, as she pleased. She knew she had to deal with the rabbit though, but not before she could send the mouse over the edge.

She started chewing Bonnie's entire sex. Her fangs nipped her sensitive skin in places but overall she was gentle enough to have pleasure out weight pain on this part. Bonnie rocked left and right and tensed, unable to even breathe in the onslaught of sensations. The leopardess licked her lips at the sight of the shifting innards, just in front of her, then she stuck her tongue deep into Bonnie's sex, pressed it upwards against the slight swelling just under her clit licking back and forth. Then still licking, she bit down on the mouse clit hard.

Bonnie came, hard. Choking, coughing, flexing, she lost control of herself and just spasmed. A gush of cum emerged around the leopardess tongue, who eagerly licked it up and gulped it down while in her feline paws the mouse finally relaxed.

By the time the cat had finished licking the mouse clean, Bonnie had passed out. Her breath went shallow, and her eyes were still half open. 

Clyde looked up, panting and his gaze met the vorish smile of the leopardess.  The rabbit gulped.

"Stay where you are!"

Her low voiced command froze the rabbit's temptation to flee. Long enough for her to grab his wrist and twist his arm to his back. He felt her breath on his shoulder. He was still kneeling on the bed and he shivered, his member rock hard and close to explode, his breast bleeding and hurting.

"You liked that, didn't you?"

It would have been a bit pointless denying it. "Yes mistress..." he felt her breath on his neck again and gasped.

"Good. Now hold that thought and go on, fuck her!" 

Clyde hesitated and looked at the smiling leopardess.  "That is a command." she added friendly, with a only slightly harsher undertone, still smiling.

Clyde shivered and shifted on the bed, robbed towards the mouse who was laying spread legged and unconscious on her back. She was breathing irregularly, but he could see her firm chests heaved, patches of her fur blood soaked. The metallic sweet scent of blood filled his nose.

Bonnie looked adorable and sexy, in a morbid way. Her insides were exposed and raw in front of him, yet just underneath her sex was glistening wetly. She laid motionless, except for the weak up and down of her chest.

A push on the shoulder reminded the rabbit that he didn't have a choice.

Carefully he bent forward and put his paws left and right of Bonnie, careful to not touch her wound. His cock felt as if it would explode and carefully he let his tip meet with her sex. Moaning he reached back with his paw but he hardly had to guide himself at all, she was relaxed and moist and his rock hard cock entered her with a wet slurp.

Behind him the leopardess made a pleased sound. He didn't dare to look back.  One of her paws was still on his shoulder, clenching hard, but he could have sworn the other paw was between her legs, rubbing that black unbroken leather that covered her all around.

He made a few careful thrusts. Bonnie stirred and started breathing heavier but she didn't wake up.

"Harder!" the mistress commanded, and the rabbit complied. He didn't think he would last long anyway. The mouse breasts touched his chest where he had been cut, and his white belly fur got soaked in her and his blood and stained red.  But he didn't care. He grabbed her arms, and pumped with his hip, again and again and again, until he felt his libido build up like a wave about to break and crash over him.

That moment he felt the leopardess paws around his neck and she jerked him upwards and back. He froze.

"Keep going, go all the way!" she commanded. Her fingers clenched around his neck and obstructed his windpipe. Wheezing he inhaled and felt a pressure build up in his head with every heartbeat. "Keep going!"

He complied, thrusting, pumping, it became straining with his upper body held up and backwards. He held on to Bonnie's shoulders for support, half lifting her, half pushing her down on his member. Extended claws pierced the sensitive skin on his neck and the mistress paws clenched tighter and tighter like a wench. Clyde gasped for air and yet couldn't breathe. Panic started growing in him. "Harder!" she commanded, even though Clyde's hips already hammered the poor mouse's like a machine. Tears in his eyes and vision fading he did his best, hoping he would come and finish before he passed out, hoping she would release her grasp when he came, daring that she might not.

He couldn't have held back if he had wanted to. Shivering and clenching he felt his seed erupt. His legs cramped, he was hilted deep. His upper body spasmed uncontrollably and he was barely aware of what he was doing. His vision already faded black he felt himself spurt, deep inside the mouse he loved, once, twice, three spurts, as he clenched and cramped. And then he suddenly had no strength left. The world spinning, his mind drifted into the blackness, pleasure as well as pain made room for blissful oblivion.

His body went limp in the leopardess grasp, who now was the one moaning. Only now she allowed herself that weakness. In a peak of her own she clenched the rabbits neck even harder one last time, then let go.

Clyde collapsed on Bonnie, his tongue lolling out, his chest and belly fur drenched in blood. Their joined juices dripped from their still joined sex, and only a twitch of his foot told that he wasn't all dead yet.

Panting the leopardess flexed on her back, stretched her limbs in feline bliss and kept rubbing her sex through the leather. She moaned in pleasure and took her time.

Finally she rolled around and crawled towards her slaves. Gently she lifted the rabbit of the mouse and rolled him on his back. His cock slid wetly and limply out of Bonnie's vagina, and - on his back, he started breathing weakly, still out cold.

"Alfred dear?" the leopardess eventually called out. The door flew open and the rhino servant stood in before she had even finished.

"The usual?" he asked, eyeing the pile of spent slaves on the bed in front of his mistress.

"No. Not this time. I think I'm gonna keep them for a while, they are fun.  Help me carry them, I have something special planned for them."

...


Herman stirred in his sleep. Something felt off with his neck, his entire body but most of all his stomach hurt. He had to blink against the bright light, which already gave him a headache. The memories of the previous days were blurry, he wasn't fully aware of where he was and what had happened.

He moved, which sent a painful sensation from his belly. Taking a deep breath he shifted to look down at himself.

And stared in disbelief. His belly was bandaged, but it wasn't his belly at all. It wasn't his nose in his vision either, he never had had brown fur and whiskers.  His arms hadn't been that sleek and covered in brown fur either, but most of all, those pair of perfect fur covered mouse tits certainly weren't his. He knew he was looking at Ellie's body where his own white fur should have been, yet somehow he refused to belief it.

He let out a surprised shout, but no voice escaped his lips, only a rasping sound and a weird obstructed feeling in his throat. His sleek hands went to his neck and felt the scar that he remembered only too well where it came from, but of course he couldn't remember receiving it. Because he hadn't.

His eyes fell across the room, and he saw - himself. A white rabbit, curled together on the second mattress, and sleeping. He only hoped Ellie would be somewhere in there now. Weird as it was at least it meant he wasn't going insane. Or if he was still a rabbit, over there was it Ellie going insane and he was really Ellie? But he had all his memory and none of hers, they had to have been swapped. The sleeping rabbit had lines in his fur on his chest, where he remembered well how Ellie had cut him, but no wound.

He checked his belly bandages. They covered a healing injury but it was certainly not the jagged gory wound he had seen on her the other day. It felt more like sensitive new skin underneath. And he could flex his belly muscles - intact, although with discomfort. He was whole underneath, however that could have been done.  But right now nothing phased him.

He hesitated a moment, not daring to touch his now female sex. The thought alone excited him, but before he overcame his hesitation, the white rabbit on the other mattress awoke and yawned with his usual voice.

Which sent Ellie fully awake in a split second, she hadn't had a voice in years, and never this one. She stared at her white furred paws, and then her gaze fell - at herself, over on the other mattress, staring at her.

Herman knew exactly what was going on in her mind, he had been through that a second before after all. "I think we swapped bodies." he wanted to say, but it became just a coarse whisper.

Ellie stared at her paws, then down her front at the pink tip of a twitching, emerging and rapidly hardening rabbit cock that suddenly had a live of its own. And a grin grew on her lips. Or rather his lips.

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