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This is a work of fiction and anything that could be related to it irl is purely coincidental. Feel like I shouldn't need to say this but hey, that's life.", "writing": "``I don't need a babysitter.'' Jericho argued. The young fox leaned into his computer chair and glared at his mother. She finally started dating again, taking out the sexy red dress that hugged her hips and emphasized her chest, everything a young teenage boy like him would love if not from his own mother. He crossed his arms and added, ``I'll just be playing games anyway. Just spot me some cash to order pizza and I'll be fine on my own.''\n\nTrisha, Jericho's mother, shook her head and sighed. ``Honey, we've been over this. You can't spend all your time at the computer. It's not healthy. You need to socialize.''\n\n``Dan plays the same games I do.'' Though his best friend had been playing less as of late. Even tonight the bunny left the fox high and dry to...something. He wasn't clear when the fox pressed. ``And it's not like I'm going to be socializing with people when you're out dating on a Friday night.''\n\n``Well you should, especially since it's your best friend's big sister that'll be sitting for you.''\n\nThat was the straw that broke the camel's back. ``Fucking Tamera?!'' Dan's bitch of a big sister rubbed the fox the wrong way the moment he met her. There wasn't anything really wrong with her generally, save how she seemed to bring down the room with her flat expression alone. From the glimpses of her he'd seen in school, she'd gone goth. Too fitting.\n\n``Language!'' Trisha snapped. ``You just lost video game privileges.''\n\n``W-What?'' Jericho kicked out of his chair, ``You can't be serious.''\n\n``I am.'' The doorbell rang, ``And it looks like she's here. How about you play a boardgame with her or something? Socialize. The last thing I'd want for you is to be one of those incels that don't talk to women.''\n\nHearing his mother use the word `incel' made Jericho cringe. Sure, he didn't talk to a lot of girls, but that wasn't because he didn't know how. He just preferred games to girls. That and the internet helped answer his urges a lot better than having to talk to girls who weren't at all interested. \n\nHis pleas for leniency and sense fell on deaf ears toward the front door. Trisha opened it with a smile, stepping aside for a taller gray rabbit girl. ``Tamera, it's good to see you.''\n\n``Moonlight, Mis. H.'' Tamera spoke with the confidence that made Jericho want to wretch. He tried to hold back his sneer when looking her over. Long black hair with purple highlights, violet lipstick and dark eyeshadow, a nose ring and eyebrow piercings, not to mention the black skirt, stockings, and skull fairy symbolized shirt. The only thing she wore that he found remotely interesting were the heavy buckled boots, since they looked good enough to do some damage with a kick. ``I prefer to go by Moonlight.''\n\n``Oh...right.'' Trisha bit her lip. ``I guess goth still isn't dead.'' Pulling two twenties from her purse, she balled them up into the hare's hands. ``Use this to order some pizza. Try not to let him stay up too late.''\n\n``I'm not a kid, mom.'' Jericho hadn't had a bedtime in years. Unless it was a schoolnight, which he ignored anyway. \n\nTamera nodded and waved his mother goodbye. Door closed, she looked the fox over. Only now did he realize the duffle bag hoisted behind her. Its strap clung to her in such a way it pushed out her breasts. They were big, big for a highschooler. He looked away. ``I like pepperoni on my pizza.''\n\n``Cool.'' She ignored him. ``I prefer cheese.''\n\n``Then order a half of both.''\n\nThe hare shrugged, ``It might mix.''\n\nHe blinked. ``What? No, it wouldn't.''\n\n``Maybe.'' She walked off. ``We've got time. It's not that late.'' Jericho followed her. He wasn't sure why, since she'd no doubt just sit in front of the TV and watch something while he ignored his mother's punishment. Except she didn't go into the living room. No, the goth bunny took a left into his room. She started going through his closet before he realized it.\n\n``H-Hey!'' He reached for her, stopping just close enough as to not touch her. ``That's my closet.''\n\n``I know.'' She continued to dig through it.\n\n``Well, get out of it!''\n\n``Or what?'' \n\n``What do you mean or what?'' \n\nCrouching at the entrance of his closet, the hare turned around with a dead glare and repeated. ``Or. What?'' Jericho blinked back, not sure what else to do. He watched dumbfounded as his best friend's sister dug through his closet. Was she searching for something? What could she have been searching for? The answer came quickly with a metal clink as a pair of toy handcuffs were pulled out from the closet. ``Aren't you a bit old to have these?'' She asked. \n\n``What, handcuffs?'' He clutched himself a little, unsure why. She nodded. ``They're just from a halloween costume. I was a cop a few years ago.''\n\n``Years. Plural.'' She locked one cuff to twirl around her finger. ``Most kids lose their costume props. These look like they've seen some use.''\n\nHe blushed. ``S-So? Some girls want me to cuff them.''\n\nShe saw through that lie so well that Jericho wanted to punch his tongue. Cuffs in hand, the rabbit stepped closer and closer, until the fox found himself leaning backwards in her presence. His heart raced in her shadow. Throat tight at whatever judgment she was about to inflict. ``I bet you can't get out of these without the key.'' She said.\n\n``What?'' Jericho blinked. ``What?'' \n\n``These cuffs.'' Tamera unclasped them. ``I bet you can't get out of them without the key.''\n\n``Of course I...what's the bet?'' An insidious idea popped up in his brain. ``I mean, you can't really make a bet without an offer.''\n\n``Pepperoni.'' Tamera said flatly. ``You get out of these within the hour, I'll get you pepperoni pizza. Full pepperoni.''\n\n``Deal.'' He held out his hands, ``Cuff me.'' \n\nSomething stirred below his belt when she took his wrists and slapped the cuffs over them. Jericho ignored it, focusing instead on the two small levers for his fake manacles. Any child could escape from these locks without the key. Good thing too, since he lost the keys when he got them. As soon as she turned around to her bag, Jericho pressed the levers, letting the cuffs release. ``Tada. Told you.''\n\nTamera's face remained neutral. He was a little miffed at that, though confusion overcame it when he noticed a stopwatch in her hand. ``What's that?'' \n\n``Your timer.'' She held it up, flashing all the zeros across it. ``Still unprimed. No pepperoni unless freed within the hour. It doesn't count if I didn't start the hour yet.''\n\n``What? No fair.''\n\n``You're the one who didn't wait.'' Tamera looked at the cuffs hanging from his wrist. ``We can still do it if you want. But clearly we need to use different cuffs.''\n\n``I don't have different cuffs.''\n\nThe bunny reached around her bag and pulled out a pair. ``I do. Turn around.''\n\n``Why should I?'' He crossed his arms. \n\n``Because if you do and get free, I'll order double pepperoni.''\n\nOn one hand Jericho would be at her mercy. On the other, the fox was confident enough he could slip out of whatever bindings she put him in. He'd kept the toy cuffs around for practice. Heck, he didn't even need to use the levers if he felt like it. ``Deal.'' He turned around, holding his hands behind his back. ``Better be a large double pepperoni.'' \n\n``Medium cause I won't eat much.'' He felt strange when she grabbed his arms to lock them. Not wrong strange, or even uncomfortable. If he had to describe it, it'd be uncomfortably comfortable. The kind of feeling where he didn't like how it didn't bother him. He ignored the feeling while searching for the levers on the new cuffs. Thumbs edged across the cold metal, but he found nothing sticking out. Jericho kept searching, reasoning he missed it.\n\nIt took him several minutes to admit there was nothing to miss. By now, Tamera had tossed her bag onto his bed and taken a seat by his desktop, her legs rested wide. Jericho suspected he could see her panties if he crouched down to peak, but he wasn't that perverted. At least, not around other people. \n\nThirty minutes passed by when he started to thrash into the cuffs. They were too tight to slip through, not without hurting himself and he wasn't about to. Mutterings of frustration broke his lips, cast aside by wild yanks at the chain. It refused to break. Unlike his own cuffs, he didn't even feel them risk bending. ``What are these things made out of?''\n\n``Steel.'' Tamera rested her knee up, lifting her skirt just enough to spot some black pair of panties underneath her skirt. ``Like real handcuffs.''\n\nSteel? Real handcuffs? He blinked, then tried to look over his shoulder at the aforementioned manacles. ``Why do you have real handcuffs?''\n\n``Why do you have toy cuffs?'' She asked. ``Really, why do you have them? They weren't discarded lazily in your closet. They looked placed with purpose.''\n\nHe scowled. ``That's none of your business.''\n\nFlatly, she replied, ``As it is none of yours with mine.''\n\nIn the end it didn't matter why, so long as he got out. Jericho, desperate, started to try and break the cuffs with some sort of anchor against his bodyweight. The bedposts were where he first went, but he felt it threatening to give way too easily. Tamera mimicked the sound of a clock as he looked around the room for anything to help him. ``You're got five minutes.'' \n\n``I'm not losing this.'' He said more to himself than her. \n\n``I doubt it.'' Tamera swiveled on his chair, stopping with her leather buckle boot at his bedpost. ``But I can still order you that pizza, provided you're up to making it more interesting.''\n\n``And what do you have in mind, Tamera?''\n\n``Moonlight,'' She narrowed her gaze. ``And if I order you this pizza, then I get to keep adding bindings on you, every hour, until you break free.''\n\nAt this point, the pizza was a non-issue. Rather, Jericho felt the warm sensation emanating throughout his body was his pride being threatened. Besides, whatever new binding she put on him could be removed once he had his hands free. ``Ok, Tamera-''\n\n``Moonlight.'' Her brow furrowed with her locked gaze. ``My name is Moonlight.''\n\n``Ok, Moonlight,'' he said with the utmost resistance needed not to roll his eyes, ``I'll take the deal.'' \n\nFor a second, maybe less considering he blinked, Jericho noticed her purple lips curl upward to a smile. ``Cool.'' It returned to a flat uninterested expression. She reached for her bag, only to stop and look back over through his closet. Jericho didn't bother voicing his complaints, questioning the point of such big ears if she was going to ignore everything. ``No. No. How many of these are made with a specific waist?''\n\n``What?'' Jericho asked.\n\n``Ah, here we are.'' The goth bunny pulled a leather belt from his closet. She tested how deep the loop could travel down the tongue, seemingly satisfied that it could be bound to her wrist. ``Put your thighs together.'' \n\n``Huh?'' \n\nTamera motioned the fox to his bed and pushed his thighs tight to each other. Belt in hand, the rabbit wrapped it around his thighs. The leather tongue slipped right through the brass loop, pulling continuously until the belt wedged his thighs together by itself. Once locked in place, she stepped back to admire her work. ``Try spreading your legs.''\n\nHe couldn't. Even he knew the binding was too tight for that. Jericho did try to shimmy out, though that had little luck. ``Perfect.'' The rabbit picked up her phone and started dialing, absentmindedly pressing her right boot against the fox's crotch. His throat felt tight at the close up of her panties, and the ensuing pressure of her heavy boots didn't help. ``Is this Gordy's Pizza? Yeah, one medium double pepperoni.''\n\nGordy's pizza tended to take forty minutes or so from order to delivery at Jericho's house. In that time, the fox rolled atop his bed in his attempts to free himself. He still believed the cuffs were his key to getting loose, but after trying so many times the fox took a break and worked to shimmy through the belt around his thighs. Not even using the bedsheets as something to grind for friction helped him. In hindsight, that was more desperate than well planned. \n\nTamera, or Moonlight as she kept reminding him, continued to watch. Jericho found that added an extra layer to his frustration. Why was she so keen on watching him break out of the bindings? He expected her to lounge in front of the TV or check her phone, maybe chat up with her friends about babysitting her brother's best friend. But no, she kept watching, eyes keen with interest yet her mouth remained flat. \n\nShe left with the doorbell, leaving him alone for a precious few minutes. He peered down to the belt around his thighs, noting that his erection outlined against his pants. Jericho closed his eyes and thought of his grandmother, gradually killing the confused boner. \n\n``Can you untie me already?'' Jericho asked with more attitude than he planned when his sitter walked back in through the door. \n\nMoonlight tilted her head. ``Why? You said you can get out the handcuffs on your own.'' \n\n``I can.'' His conviction wavered slightly, ``But since the pizza is here we might as well take a break for it.''\n\n``Breaks weren't negotiated.'' The rabbit looked at her timer, ``And you've got twenty minutes left.'' \n\n``You can't expect me to wait here for twenty minutes.'' He said angrily. The pizza wouldn't be as good if it was left out for that long. \n\n``I guess not.'' The rabbit said.\n\n``So untie me.'' Jericho argued.\n\n``Not part of the deal.'' Moonlight stated. With another glance at the timer, she added, ``But we could skip to the next binding if you want to eat so badly.''\n\nThe more they argued, the more his stomach growled with the threat to consume him. ``Fine!'' He rolled over in a huff, ``Go get another belt or something. Just hurry up.'' \n\nHer duffle bag landed next to him, followed by her knees crawling atop the bed. ``Don't rush me.'' She spoke with an uncaring but focused edge to her tone. Zipping open her bag, Jericho saw the older rabbit pull out a black bundled up rope that she undid immediately. ``Sit up. I need full access to your waist.'' \n\nThe fox popped up with more energy than he planned. Moonlight looped the rope into a hoop of itself before circling his waist with it. She didn't seem to notice just how close her breasts were to his face. Jericho hoped it was the same for his crotch. With a final tug, the fox found himself pulled off the bed by his hip. ``There we go.'' Moonlight said, holding a spare end of black rope. Jericho's eyes followed it down, realizing that she didn't tie the rope to restrict him more, but to make a leash to his lower body. ``Wish you could get out of those cuffs. I'd like to try a different tie.''\n\n``As if I'd let you.'' Jericho scoffed angrily, hunching over to hide his arousal. Moonlight answered by securing the strap of her duffle bag across his shoulders. ``H-Hey!'' The fox complained, ``I can't carry whatever...what do you even have in this?''\n\n``Stuff.'' The rabbit's answer stayed flat. With a tug she led him out of his room and to the kitchen. Slowly. With his thighs bound close together, Jericho had succumbed to waddling with each step. The extra weight of her bag didn't help, causing him to sway for balance the first few steps out the door. The rope stayed taut throughout.\n\nBeing led about his own house while bound exacerbated his hunger. Sitting down at the circular dining room table, Jericho leaned forward and twisted to show her the cuffs. ``You can take these off now.''\n\n``I can, but you keep assuming I will.'' Moonlight took a seat across from him. ``Odd, since I can't think of any reason you should.''\n\nHe blinked twice. ``But...'' The fox looked down at the medium double pepperoni pizza laid out before him. ``How am I supposed to eat it if I can't use my hands? This is finger food.'' \n\n``Certainly looks like a conundrum.'' The rabbit leaned back into her chair, idly rocking it by its back legs. Jericho wanted her to fall. ``If only there was someone you could ask to help you with that.''\n\n``I'm not asking you to feed me.'' \n\n``Cool.'' The rabbit pulled a slice of spicy goodness for herself. Only instead of enjoying the meat, she picked each pepperoni off with calculated precision. The melted cheese crawled against gravity's weight as she lifted the slice, buckteeth ready to dig into it.\n\n``Fine!'' He gave up. ``Fine, you can feed me.''\n\n``Ok.'' She ate her slice carefree, sitting quietly to finished before adding, ``Are you going to ask me properly?''\n\n``Are you serious?''\n\nThe rabbit raised her brow. ``I think you're smart enough to stop asking that.'' \n\nThe coolness of the cuffs against his wrists were nothing in comparison to her tone. Jericho bit his lip. How much more did he need to be humiliated? If he gave up now, she'd lord this over him at every interaction they had. Those brown eyes looking down on him any time they crossed paths. She already did that, but after tonight it wouldn't be undeserved if he surrendered. \n\nHis head hung low as he sighed. ``Tamera-''\n\n``Moonlight.'' \n\nJericho flung his head back in exasperation, ``Moonlight, can you please feed me.''\n\n``Wow, you even used please.'' She smiled softly. It was cute, uncomfortably so. Thankfully it vanished from her face once she pulled a slice from the pie and offered it. ``Open wide.''\n\nIndignified, Jericho let the rabbit girl feed him a slice. His eyes wandered whenever her head turned away, gazing down at her tight shirt. He couldn't find any outlines of a bra. Was she wearing a strapless one? She had to be, no way her best friend's older sister babysat him without a bra. Any attempts to look closer were too risky, so the fox just ate and drank at her leisure. \n\nMidway through the meal, the alarm beeped. Moonlight left him for a moment, returning from his bedroom again with another belt. He groaned when she looped it around his ankles, pulling them too tight to do any walking. ``How am I supposed to get anywhere?'' He argued.\n\nThe bunny shrugged. ``You could hop. Or crawl. I think you'd be very good at crawling, though not on hardwood.'' Her boots tapped the polished wooden floor for emphasis. \n\n``Hard to crawl when I can't use my arms.'' Jericho sharply pointed out.\n\n``Worms don't have any arms.'' Moonlight countered, ``Just pretend you're a worm if you fall.''\n\nBeing full at half of the pizza, Jericho's return to escaping was cut short by his babysitter picking him up. Aside from the surprise that she could lift him, a little too easily if he had to say, the fox didn't find himself hating the weightless sensation. Almost as if he was flying in some weird way. Then she had him crash down against the couch. ``What's the big idea?'' He shouted, rolling over to face her.\n\n``Oh don't be a baby. The cushions are soft.'' With her bag tossed beside the armrest, the rabbit sat down and turned the TV on. The minute Jericho saw a sappy drama show he cringed and keeled over. ``God, you are so immature.''\n\n``Yeah, cause I don't want to watch dumb drama about people who refuse to talk about issues.'' Jericho snapped. Moonlight's brow raised at his observations. ``What? I've seen enough clips of these kind of shows. Writers are all hacks.''\n\n``Well, I like it.''\n\n``Not my fault you have shit taste.''\n\nHer right eye twitched and fists shook clenching the remote. The timer buzzed off. ``I think we'll do two restraints now.''\n\n``What? No!'' He kicked into his restraints as she walked off. ``That wasn't part of the deal! You can't do that, Tamera!'' The echo of her boots matched the thumping of his heartbeat. He kicked and yanked in desperation, but the rabbit came before any progress could be made. \n\nHis own socks were stuffed into his maw. With a roll of medical gaus pulled from her bag, the rabbit wrapped the fox's maw tight. ``That's for swearing and not addressing me properly. But don't worry, I know you don't want to watch.'' A sleeping mask came next from her bag, ``So you won't have to.'' The last thing he saw was a vindictive smile upon her violet lipstick. \n\nBound, mute, and blind, Jericho laid on the floor for a moment in defeat. The cuffs were impossible for his wrists to slip out of, it only took losing the ability to surrender to admit it. Not only that, but his erection came back despite everything saying it shouldn't. His best friend's sister went to his house, tied him up, and now left him unable to move while she watched terrible drama shows. Nothing about this should have been arousing!\n\nThen came a new pressure. Jericho grunted, lifting what he could as if to see beyond the blindfold. Something pressed against his crotch and twisted, grinding his erection. The scent of leather hit his nose as his head was pushed to the ground and held. A boot? Yes, it had to be. \n\n``Quit moving.'' Moonlight said from above. ``I need a footrest.''\n\nA footrest? She was using him as a footrest? He swore but the gag made it impossible to understand. The rabbit laughed softly. ``Oh please, as if you aren't enjoying this. You think I didn't notice your erection earlier?'' The pressure grew as she spoke, earning a gagged whimper. ``Or how about you checking out my breasts. For the record, I am wearing a strapless bra. Maybe you'll get to feel it? Or maybe you prefer to be tied up?''\n\nHe didn't prefer anything of the sort. That's what Jericho believed. How could he like being tied up? Unable to move and at the mercy of others around him. As he thought that, the rabbit's foot lifted off him, replaced by her entire weight pressing against his crotch. ``By the way, I noticed all your `leftover' socks in the closet. I bet you're thinking that if you beat one out, you'll really disagree with me. Too bad you can't.'' Her bodyweight shifted back and forth over his crotch, ``Not without...help that is.''\n\nThe combined pressure and force of her erection was almost painful. Jericho gnawed into his socks with a growl, but Moonlight only laughed and continued to grind. Unlike his own hand, there was less control. No guarantee if it'd be enough to push him over. The fox's hips moved on their own, matching the rhythm. Moonlight stopped. ``How cute. You think you can get off without help? Fine.'' He cried out as soon as she stepped off. He needed her. Wanted her. \n\n``Hmm?'' Moonlight no doubt twitched one of her ears. ``What's that? I can't hear you. You might want to try harder.'' He swore at her. She got up further. He cried out. ``Oh my god, make up your mind.'' The rabbit sighed. ``Nod if you want me to help finish off those perverted thoughts of yours.'' The blindfold almost came off with how hard he whipped his head up and down. \n\n``Good.'' Jericho felt himself hoisted up. ``Had you pegged the moment I first saw you. Well, not yet anyway, but I might do it sometime.'' Jericho pondered on what she meant while being carried. From the creak of a door and the sheer terror of being weightless for a moment before hitting something soft, the fox reasoned he'd been taken back to his bedroom. Thick straps layered over his chest, head, and legs, immobilizing him against the bed. \n\n``Now, let's see what we have to work with.'' Moonlight's fingers fished for his pants zipper. The fox took a staggering breath, quivering in anticipation of what was to come. The laugh caught him by surprise. ``Oh? I guess you're still growing, huh?'' Her warm hand sank under his cock and pulled his sack out. The room temperature suddenly made him shiver in her presence, dick raging. \n\nA single nail prodding his tip sent him moaning. ``Hmm...I don't know. I feel like I'll only get to handle this between my fingers. Might be too difficult to actually pump. I guess I could use my mouth.'' The rabbit's finger lazily twirled over his cock as she spoke. Every time he humped against it, she pulled away and swatted his tip. When he finally stopped, he felt her hot breaths cascade over his rod. She spat against it, again and again until his dick no doubt glistened. \n\n``Have I ever told you you're a loser?'' Moonlight whispered as she laid into him. Her words fell by the wayside once Jericho felt the fabric of her panties press against his cock. ``I know plenty of people in my class who see you as this annoying little turd they want to stuff in a locker. I get it too, hell, I've wanted to stuff you into my locker and leave you there. Give you little glimpses of light between classes. But as much as I like that idea, and I like it a lot, that doesn't really fix your attitude, does it? No, you need a proper guide on not being a frustrating brat. After tonight, I think you'll be begging me to be that guide. Just know that I expect effort.''\n\nWhat confusion he had was silenced by the pressure against his face. The svelte sensation of her panties and the scent of something new caught his attention. He breathed it in, smelling the first taste of pussy he'd experienced outside of his computer screen. The lips and tongue of his babysitter enveloping his cock hooked his attention again, the mixed sensations melting the young fox into a puddle of bliss. Only the tight grip of her palm over his sack kept Jericho on edge.\n\nHe lost time to the torment. Moonlight had the fox at her mercy. He could only breathe when she lifted up, and randomly decided whether his cock's attention deserved her lips, tongue, or two fingers and a thumb. How he hadn't blown by now was anyone's guess, but Jericho fought against the urge to hump, lest she squeeze his balls to keep him still. \n\nA phonecall erupted through the room. Jericho breathed deep as Moonlight lifted off of him with a sigh. ``What now? Victoria you better not be...oh.'' Jericho's curiosity rose with the rabbit's pitch. ``Hello Miss Davis, how are...no, that should be fine. Are you ok? Sounds like you're exhausted. No, Jerry hasn't been a problem. I've pretty much got him in bed already. Yeah, a bit early but what can you say? Yeah, I'll stay overnight. Just to keep him safe.'' \n\nHis heart didn't so much sink as it fluttered when she hung up the phone. ``Well, I guess I'm staying the night. Maybe I should see just how long-'' The moment her finger brushed against his cock, Jericho felt the surge rush through his body. Spurt after spurt rocketed from him so hard that the fox gnawed into his socks with fury to keep him stable. At the end he breathed heavily through his nose, still fresh with her scent. \n\n``Did I say you could cum?'' Jericho tilted his head at the question. He didn't know he needed permission. She grabbed his shirt collar and lifted him up as she sat down on his stomach. ``Did I say you could cum?'' He shook his head. ``That's right.'' Her affirmation came with three pats across his cheek, ``And yet you did. Good thing mommy's not coming over tonight, as I have big plans for you.''\n\nSaid plans in mind seemed to involve his sleeping bag, tape, and strange little things she stuck to his dick. He wasn't sure what they were for until they began to buzz. At first it was tolerable, more so than the feel of his sleeping bag wrapped tight from the neck down. But they wouldn't stop. The fox tried to toss and turn, hoping to send the vibes off of him. \n\n``Shh...'' Moonlight whispered. Her hands came from behind and wrapped around him, resting his back against her breasts. ``Just a little punishment, just relax. I have a feeling you'll enjoy it.''\n\nHer teeth nipped into the nap of his neck as the first wave surged from him. Her fingers dug deep into the bag's fabric, pushing past several layers to pinch his nipples. Another wave came and went, then a third. His seed pooled inside his sleeping bag, helplessly staining him.\n\n``That's right...'' Her breaths tensed. One hand left his chest and her moans grew louder. ``Fuck...that's it. Squirm for me. Loser.'' The harshness of her words had him sink into her. Helpless and at the rabbit's mercy, he wouldn't stop until his orgasms ran dry or until she turned them off. The rabbit cried out several times, her legs jittering and kicking into him.\n\nShe rolled over when the buzzing finally stopped. ``Oh my god...I needed that.'' His ears perked as Moonlight read out the time. ``Wow, it's late. We best get some proper shuteye.'' Would she finally release him? No. The rabbit pushed him aside for a moment, then pulled out his covers and tucked him beside her. ``Night night, loser.'' \n\nJericho slept soundly. More soundly than he thought possible.\n\n***\n\nVery little brought a smile to Moonlight's face, or so she tried to pretend. But seeing how her little brother's best friend looked up to her that morning, after she'd finally undid his bindings, well, she fought hard not to smile at that. He'd look cute with a collar around his neck. Maybe she could convince her mother to take her shopping for one? The goth rabbit shook her head, letting her violet tips run wild in the morning air. She couldn't jump the gun so quickly. \n\n``Morning, dear.'' Her father said as she walked through the door. Naked save for his collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, chastity cage and apron, the adult bunny was busy at work mixing batter for waffles. ``Can you be a dear and go get your mother?''\n\n``That's Mistress Moonlight, slave.'' Moonlight stood straight with authority, ``And you should get her yourself.''\n\nHer father's look was unamused. ``Tamera, we've been over this. I follow my mistress's orders, your mothers, not yours. You haven't earned that right yet.''\n\n``Then what's the point?'' Moonlight sighed.\n\n``To earn it.'' Her father reiterated. ``Now go get your mother. And don't be snippy about it.'' \n\nGiving a long drawn out sigh only a teenager could, Moonlight headed upstairs to her brother's room. There she found another rabbit so motherly it made Moonlight want to hurl. ``Mom, your slave wants to see you.''\n\n``Your father, dear.'' Her mother didn't look up from whatever she was knitting. ``Just because you're in training doesn't mean you can pretend he isn't family.''\n\nShe rolled her eyes. She wasn't pretending. Moonlight was just acknowledging his role, as described by her mother when the rabbit first started getting interested. ``Mom, dad wants to see you.''\n\n``Goodie.'' The matronly rabbit put her needles down. ``Mind releasing your brother from his bindings?''\n\nMoonlight nodded, eyeing the gimped up rabbit boy on the bed. With a smile, she stepped up to it and placed her boot against his face after their mother left. ``Hey, loser, you'll never guess where I was.'' The thick lenses gave no sign of acknowledgement. That came from the filtered breaths in the gasmask. ``Your best friend, Jericho. And, surprise surprise, he's a bondage slut. Nowhere as big as you, but I think he's got potential.'' Kneeling close enough to whisper, she added, ``How about we make your next playdate really revealing for him? I'm sure you want your best friend to know the real you, right?''\n\nSlowly but surely, the gasmasked bunny gimp nodded. Moonlight didn't fight her smile. ``That's what I thought. Now, let's get breakfast. Mom's slave is making pancakes.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "``I don't need a babysitter.'' Jericho argued. The young fox leaned into his computer chair and glared at his mother. She finally started dating again, taking out the sexy red dress that hugged her hips and emphasized her chest, everything a young teenage boy like him would love if not from his own mother. He crossed his arms and added, ``I'll just be playing games anyway. Just spot me some cash to order pizza and I'll be fine on my own.''

Trisha, Jericho's mother, shook her head and sighed. ``Honey, we've been over this. You can't spend all your time at the computer. It's not healthy. You need to socialize.''

``Dan plays the same games I do.'' Though his best friend had been playing less as of late. Even tonight the bunny left the fox high and dry to...something. He wasn't clear when the fox pressed. ``And it's not like I'm going to be socializing with people when you're out dating on a Friday night.''

``Well you should, especially since it's your best friend's big sister that'll be sitting for you.''

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. ``Fucking Tamera?!'' Dan's bitch of a big sister rubbed the fox the wrong way the moment he met her. There wasn't anything really wrong with her generally, save how she seemed to bring down the room with her flat expression alone. From the glimpses of her he'd seen in school, she'd gone goth. Too fitting.

``Language!'' Trisha snapped. ``You just lost video game privileges.''

``W-What?'' Jericho kicked out of his chair, ``You can't be serious.''

``I am.'' The doorbell rang, ``And it looks like she's here. How about you play a boardgame with her or something? Socialize. The last thing I'd want for you is to be one of those incels that don't talk to women.''

Hearing his mother use the word `incel' made Jericho cringe. Sure, he didn't talk to a lot of girls, but that wasn't because he didn't know how. He just preferred games to girls. That and the internet helped answer his urges a lot better than having to talk to girls who weren't at all interested.

His pleas for leniency and sense fell on deaf ears toward the front door. Trisha opened it with a smile, stepping aside for a taller gray rabbit girl. ``Tamera, it's good to see you.''

``Moonlight, Mis. H.'' Tamera spoke with the confidence that made Jericho want to wretch. He tried to hold back his sneer when looking her over. Long black hair with purple highlights, violet lipstick and dark eyeshadow, a nose ring and eyebrow piercings, not to mention the black skirt, stockings, and skull fairy symbolized shirt. The only thing she wore that he found remotely interesting were the heavy buckled boots, since they looked good enough to do some damage with a kick. ``I prefer to go by Moonlight.''

``Oh...right.'' Trisha bit her lip. ``I guess goth still isn't dead.'' Pulling two twenties from her purse, she balled them up into the hare's hands. ``Use this to order some pizza. Try not to let him stay up too late.''

``I'm not a kid, mom.'' Jericho hadn't had a bedtime in years. Unless it was a schoolnight, which he ignored anyway.

Tamera nodded and waved his mother goodbye. Door closed, she looked the fox over. Only now did he realize the duffle bag hoisted behind her. Its strap clung to her in such a way it pushed out her breasts. They were big, big for a highschooler. He looked away. ``I like pepperoni on my pizza.''

``Cool.'' She ignored him. ``I prefer cheese.''

``Then order a half of both.''

The hare shrugged, ``It might mix.''

He blinked. ``What? No, it wouldn't.''

``Maybe.'' She walked off. ``We've got time. It's not that late.'' Jericho followed her. He wasn't sure why, since she'd no doubt just sit in front of the TV and watch something while he ignored his mother's punishment. Except she didn't go into the living room. No, the goth bunny took a left into his room. She started going through his closet before he realized it.

``H-Hey!'' He reached for her, stopping just close enough as to not touch her. ``That's my closet.''

``I know.'' She continued to dig through it.

``Well, get out of it!''

``Or what?''

``What do you mean or what?''

Crouching at the entrance of his closet, the hare turned around with a dead glare and repeated. ``Or. What?'' Jericho blinked back, not sure what else to do. He watched dumbfounded as his best friend's sister dug through his closet. Was she searching for something? What could she have been searching for? The answer came quickly with a metal clink as a pair of toy handcuffs were pulled out from the closet. ``Aren't you a bit old to have these?'' She asked.

``What, handcuffs?'' He clutched himself a little, unsure why. She nodded. ``They're just from a halloween costume. I was a cop a few years ago.''

``Years. Plural.'' She locked one cuff to twirl around her finger. ``Most kids lose their costume props. These look like they've seen some use.''

He blushed. ``S-So? Some girls want me to cuff them.''

She saw through that lie so well that Jericho wanted to punch his tongue. Cuffs in hand, the rabbit stepped closer and closer, until the fox found himself leaning backwards in her presence. His heart raced in her shadow. Throat tight at whatever judgment she was about to inflict. ``I bet you can't get out of these without the key.'' She said.

``What?'' Jericho blinked. ``What?''

``These cuffs.'' Tamera unclasped them. ``I bet you can't get out of them without the key.''

``Of course I...what's the bet?'' An insidious idea popped up in his brain. ``I mean, you can't really make a bet without an offer.''

``Pepperoni.'' Tamera said flatly. ``You get out of these within the hour, I'll get you pepperoni pizza. Full pepperoni.''

``Deal.'' He held out his hands, ``Cuff me.''

Something stirred below his belt when she took his wrists and slapped the cuffs over them. Jericho ignored it, focusing instead on the two small levers for his fake manacles. Any child could escape from these locks without the key. Good thing too, since he lost the keys when he got them. As soon as she turned around to her bag, Jericho pressed the levers, letting the cuffs release. ``Tada. Told you.''

Tamera's face remained neutral. He was a little miffed at that, though confusion overcame it when he noticed a stopwatch in her hand. ``What's that?''

``Your timer.'' She held it up, flashing all the zeros across it. ``Still unprimed. No pepperoni unless freed within the hour. It doesn't count if I didn't start the hour yet.''

``What? No fair.''

``You're the one who didn't wait.'' Tamera looked at the cuffs hanging from his wrist. ``We can still do it if you want. But clearly we need to use different cuffs.''

``I don't have different cuffs.''

The bunny reached around her bag and pulled out a pair. ``I do. Turn around.''

``Why should I?'' He crossed his arms.

``Because if you do and get free, I'll order double pepperoni.''

On one hand Jericho would be at her mercy. On the other, the fox was confident enough he could slip out of whatever bindings she put him in. He'd kept the toy cuffs around for practice. Heck, he didn't even need to use the levers if he felt like it. ``Deal.'' He turned around, holding his hands behind his back. ``Better be a large double pepperoni.''

``Medium cause I won't eat much.'' He felt strange when she grabbed his arms to lock them. Not wrong strange, or even uncomfortable. If he had to describe it, it'd be uncomfortably comfortable. The kind of feeling where he didn't like how it didn't bother him. He ignored the feeling while searching for the levers on the new cuffs. Thumbs edged across the cold metal, but he found nothing sticking out. Jericho kept searching, reasoning he missed it.

It took him several minutes to admit there was nothing to miss. By now, Tamera had tossed her bag onto his bed and taken a seat by his desktop, her legs rested wide. Jericho suspected he could see her panties if he crouched down to peak, but he wasn't that perverted. At least, not around other people.

Thirty minutes passed by when he started to thrash into the cuffs. They were too tight to slip through, not without hurting himself and he wasn't about to. Mutterings of frustration broke his lips, cast aside by wild yanks at the chain. It refused to break. Unlike his own cuffs, he didn't even feel them risk bending. ``What are these things made out of?''

``Steel.'' Tamera rested her knee up, lifting her skirt just enough to spot some black pair of panties underneath her skirt. ``Like real handcuffs.''

Steel? Real handcuffs? He blinked, then tried to look over his shoulder at the aforementioned manacles. ``Why do you have real handcuffs?''

``Why do you have toy cuffs?'' She asked. ``Really, why do you have them? They weren't discarded lazily in your closet. They looked placed with purpose.''

He scowled. ``That's none of your business.''

Flatly, she replied, ``As it is none of yours with mine.''

In the end it didn't matter why, so long as he got out. Jericho, desperate, started to try and break the cuffs with some sort of anchor against his bodyweight. The bedposts were where he first went, but he felt it threatening to give way too easily. Tamera mimicked the sound of a clock as he looked around the room for anything to help him. ``You're got five minutes.''

``I'm not losing this.'' He said more to himself than her.

``I doubt it.'' Tamera swiveled on his chair, stopping with her leather buckle boot at his bedpost. ``But I can still order you that pizza, provided you're up to making it more interesting.''

``And what do you have in mind, Tamera?''

``Moonlight,'' She narrowed her gaze. ``And if I order you this pizza, then I get to keep adding bindings on you, every hour, until you break free.''

At this point, the pizza was a non-issue. Rather, Jericho felt the warm sensation emanating throughout his body was his pride being threatened. Besides, whatever new binding she put on him could be removed once he had his hands free. ``Ok, Tamera-''

``Moonlight.'' Her brow furrowed with her locked gaze. ``My name is Moonlight.''

``Ok, Moonlight,'' he said with the utmost resistance needed not to roll his eyes, ``I'll take the deal.''

For a second, maybe less considering he blinked, Jericho noticed her purple lips curl upward to a smile. ``Cool.'' It returned to a flat uninterested expression. She reached for her bag, only to stop and look back over through his closet. Jericho didn't bother voicing his complaints, questioning the point of such big ears if she was going to ignore everything. ``No. No. How many of these are made with a specific waist?''

``What?'' Jericho asked.

``Ah, here we are.'' The goth bunny pulled a leather belt from his closet. She tested how deep the loop could travel down the tongue, seemingly satisfied that it could be bound to her wrist. ``Put your thighs together.''

``Huh?''

Tamera motioned the fox to his bed and pushed his thighs tight to each other. Belt in hand, the rabbit wrapped it around his thighs. The leather tongue slipped right through the brass loop, pulling continuously until the belt wedged his thighs together by itself. Once locked in place, she stepped back to admire her work. ``Try spreading your legs.''

He couldn't. Even he knew the binding was too tight for that. Jericho did try to shimmy out, though that had little luck. ``Perfect.'' The rabbit picked up her phone and started dialing, absentmindedly pressing her right boot against the fox's crotch. His throat felt tight at the close up of her panties, and the ensuing pressure of her heavy boots didn't help. ``Is this Gordy's Pizza? Yeah, one medium double pepperoni.''

Gordy's pizza tended to take forty minutes or so from order to delivery at Jericho's house. In that time, the fox rolled atop his bed in his attempts to free himself. He still believed the cuffs were his key to getting loose, but after trying so many times the fox took a break and worked to shimmy through the belt around his thighs. Not even using the bedsheets as something to grind for friction helped him. In hindsight, that was more desperate than well planned.

Tamera, or Moonlight as she kept reminding him, continued to watch. Jericho found that added an extra layer to his frustration. Why was she so keen on watching him break out of the bindings? He expected her to lounge in front of the TV or check her phone, maybe chat up with her friends about babysitting her brother's best friend. But no, she kept watching, eyes keen with interest yet her mouth remained flat.

She left with the doorbell, leaving him alone for a precious few minutes. He peered down to the belt around his thighs, noting that his erection outlined against his pants. Jericho closed his eyes and thought of his grandmother, gradually killing the confused boner.

``Can you untie me already?'' Jericho asked with more attitude than he planned when his sitter walked back in through the door.

Moonlight tilted her head. ``Why? You said you can get out the handcuffs on your own.''

``I can.'' His conviction wavered slightly, ``But since the pizza is here we might as well take a break for it.''

``Breaks weren't negotiated.'' The rabbit looked at her timer, ``And you've got twenty minutes left.''

``You can't expect me to wait here for twenty minutes.'' He said angrily. The pizza wouldn't be as good if it was left out for that long.

``I guess not.'' The rabbit said.

``So untie me.'' Jericho argued.

``Not part of the deal.'' Moonlight stated. With another glance at the timer, she added, ``But we could skip to the next binding if you want to eat so badly.''

The more they argued, the more his stomach growled with the threat to consume him. ``Fine!'' He rolled over in a huff, ``Go get another belt or something. Just hurry up.''

Her duffle bag landed next to him, followed by her knees crawling atop the bed. ``Don't rush me.'' She spoke with an uncaring but focused edge to her tone. Zipping open her bag, Jericho saw the older rabbit pull out a black bundled up rope that she undid immediately. ``Sit up. I need full access to your waist.''

The fox popped up with more energy than he planned. Moonlight looped the rope into a hoop of itself before circling his waist with it. She didn't seem to notice just how close her breasts were to his face. Jericho hoped it was the same for his crotch. With a final tug, the fox found himself pulled off the bed by his hip. ``There we go.'' Moonlight said, holding a spare end of black rope. Jericho's eyes followed it down, realizing that she didn't tie the rope to restrict him more, but to make a leash to his lower body. ``Wish you could get out of those cuffs. I'd like to try a different tie.''

``As if I'd let you.'' Jericho scoffed angrily, hunching over to hide his arousal. Moonlight answered by securing the strap of her duffle bag across his shoulders. ``H-Hey!'' The fox complained, ``I can't carry whatever...what do you even have in this?''

``Stuff.'' The rabbit's answer stayed flat. With a tug she led him out of his room and to the kitchen. Slowly. With his thighs bound close together, Jericho had succumbed to waddling with each step. The extra weight of her bag didn't help, causing him to sway for balance the first few steps out the door. The rope stayed taut throughout.

Being led about his own house while bound exacerbated his hunger. Sitting down at the circular dining room table, Jericho leaned forward and twisted to show her the cuffs. ``You can take these off now.''

``I can, but you keep assuming I will.'' Moonlight took a seat across from him. ``Odd, since I can't think of any reason you should.''

He blinked twice. ``But...'' The fox looked down at the medium double pepperoni pizza laid out before him. ``How am I supposed to eat it if I can't use my hands? This is finger food.''

``Certainly looks like a conundrum.'' The rabbit leaned back into her chair, idly rocking it by its back legs. Jericho wanted her to fall. ``If only there was someone you could ask to help you with that.''

``I'm not asking you to feed me.''

``Cool.'' The rabbit pulled a slice of spicy goodness for herself. Only instead of enjoying the meat, she picked each pepperoni off with calculated precision. The melted cheese crawled against gravity's weight as she lifted the slice, buckteeth ready to dig into it.

``Fine!'' He gave up. ``Fine, you can feed me.''

``Ok.'' She ate her slice carefree, sitting quietly to finished before adding, ``Are you going to ask me properly?''

``Are you serious?''

The rabbit raised her brow. ``I think you're smart enough to stop asking that.''

The coolness of the cuffs against his wrists were nothing in comparison to her tone. Jericho bit his lip. How much more did he need to be humiliated? If he gave up now, she'd lord this over him at every interaction they had. Those brown eyes looking down on him any time they crossed paths. She already did that, but after tonight it wouldn't be undeserved if he surrendered.

His head hung low as he sighed. ``Tamera-''

``Moonlight.''

Jericho flung his head back in exasperation, ``Moonlight, can you please feed me.''

``Wow, you even used please.'' She smiled softly. It was cute, uncomfortably so. Thankfully it vanished from her face once she pulled a slice from the pie and offered it. ``Open wide.''

Indignified, Jericho let the rabbit girl feed him a slice. His eyes wandered whenever her head turned away, gazing down at her tight shirt. He couldn't find any outlines of a bra. Was she wearing a strapless one? She had to be, no way her best friend's older sister babysat him without a bra. Any attempts to look closer were too risky, so the fox just ate and drank at her leisure.

Midway through the meal, the alarm beeped. Moonlight left him for a moment, returning from his bedroom again with another belt. He groaned when she looped it around his ankles, pulling them too tight to do any walking. ``How am I supposed to get anywhere?'' He argued.

The bunny shrugged. ``You could hop. Or crawl. I think you'd be very good at crawling, though not on hardwood.'' Her boots tapped the polished wooden floor for emphasis.

``Hard to crawl when I can't use my arms.'' Jericho sharply pointed out.

``Worms don't have any arms.'' Moonlight countered, ``Just pretend you're a worm if you fall.''

Being full at half of the pizza, Jericho's return to escaping was cut short by his babysitter picking him up. Aside from the surprise that she could lift him, a little too easily if he had to say, the fox didn't find himself hating the weightless sensation. Almost as if he was flying in some weird way. Then she had him crash down against the couch. ``What's the big idea?'' He shouted, rolling over to face her.

``Oh don't be a baby. The cushions are soft.'' With her bag tossed beside the armrest, the rabbit sat down and turned the TV on. The minute Jericho saw a sappy drama show he cringed and keeled over. ``God, you are so immature.''

``Yeah, cause I don't want to watch dumb drama about people who refuse to talk about issues.'' Jericho snapped. Moonlight's brow raised at his observations. ``What? I've seen enough clips of these kind of shows. Writers are all hacks.''

``Well, I like it.''

``Not my fault you have shit taste.''

Her right eye twitched and fists shook clenching the remote. The timer buzzed off. ``I think we'll do two restraints now.''

``What? No!'' He kicked into his restraints as she walked off. ``That wasn't part of the deal! You can't do that, Tamera!'' The echo of her boots matched the thumping of his heartbeat. He kicked and yanked in desperation, but the rabbit came before any progress could be made.

His own socks were stuffed into his maw. With a roll of medical gaus pulled from her bag, the rabbit wrapped the fox's maw tight. ``That's for swearing and not addressing me properly. But don't worry, I know you don't want to watch.'' A sleeping mask came next from her bag, ``So you won't have to.'' The last thing he saw was a vindictive smile upon her violet lipstick.

Bound, mute, and blind, Jericho laid on the floor for a moment in defeat. The cuffs were impossible for his wrists to slip out of, it only took losing the ability to surrender to admit it. Not only that, but his erection came back despite everything saying it shouldn't. His best friend's sister went to his house, tied him up, and now left him unable to move while she watched terrible drama shows. Nothing about this should have been arousing!

Then came a new pressure. Jericho grunted, lifting what he could as if to see beyond the blindfold. Something pressed against his crotch and twisted, grinding his erection. The scent of leather hit his nose as his head was pushed to the ground and held. A boot? Yes, it had to be.

``Quit moving.'' Moonlight said from above. ``I need a footrest.''

A footrest? She was using him as a footrest? He swore but the gag made it impossible to understand. The rabbit laughed softly. ``Oh please, as if you aren't enjoying this. You think I didn't notice your erection earlier?'' The pressure grew as she spoke, earning a gagged whimper. ``Or how about you checking out my breasts. For the record, I am wearing a strapless bra. Maybe you'll get to feel it? Or maybe you prefer to be tied up?''

He didn't prefer anything of the sort. That's what Jericho believed. How could he like being tied up? Unable to move and at the mercy of others around him. As he thought that, the rabbit's foot lifted off him, replaced by her entire weight pressing against his crotch. ``By the way, I noticed all your `leftover' socks in the closet. I bet you're thinking that if you beat one out, you'll really disagree with me. Too bad you can't.'' Her bodyweight shifted back and forth over his crotch, ``Not without...help that is.''

The combined pressure and force of her erection was almost painful. Jericho gnawed into his socks with a growl, but Moonlight only laughed and continued to grind. Unlike his own hand, there was less control. No guarantee if it'd be enough to push him over. The fox's hips moved on their own, matching the rhythm. Moonlight stopped. ``How cute. You think you can get off without help? Fine.'' He cried out as soon as she stepped off. He needed her. Wanted her.

``Hmm?'' Moonlight no doubt twitched one of her ears. ``What's that? I can't hear you. You might want to try harder.'' He swore at her. She got up further. He cried out. ``Oh my god, make up your mind.'' The rabbit sighed. ``Nod if you want me to help finish off those perverted thoughts of yours.'' The blindfold almost came off with how hard he whipped his head up and down.

``Good.'' Jericho felt himself hoisted up. ``Had you pegged the moment I first saw you. Well, not yet anyway, but I might do it sometime.'' Jericho pondered on what she meant while being carried. From the creak of a door and the sheer terror of being weightless for a moment before hitting something soft, the fox reasoned he'd been taken back to his bedroom. Thick straps layered over his chest, head, and legs, immobilizing him against the bed.

``Now, let's see what we have to work with.'' Moonlight's fingers fished for his pants zipper. The fox took a staggering breath, quivering in anticipation of what was to come. The laugh caught him by surprise. ``Oh? I guess you're still growing, huh?'' Her warm hand sank under his cock and pulled his sack out. The room temperature suddenly made him shiver in her presence, dick raging.

A single nail prodding his tip sent him moaning. ``Hmm...I don't know. I feel like I'll only get to handle this between my fingers. Might be too difficult to actually pump. I guess I could use my mouth.'' The rabbit's finger lazily twirled over his cock as she spoke. Every time he humped against it, she pulled away and swatted his tip. When he finally stopped, he felt her hot breaths cascade over his rod. She spat against it, again and again until his dick no doubt glistened.

``Have I ever told you you're a loser?'' Moonlight whispered as she laid into him. Her words fell by the wayside once Jericho felt the fabric of her panties press against his cock. ``I know plenty of people in my class who see you as this annoying little turd they want to stuff in a locker. I get it too, hell, I've wanted to stuff you into my locker and leave you there. Give you little glimpses of light between classes. But as much as I like that idea, and I like it a lot, that doesn't really fix your attitude, does it? No, you need a proper guide on not being a frustrating brat. After tonight, I think you'll be begging me to be that guide. Just know that I expect effort.''

What confusion he had was silenced by the pressure against his face. The svelte sensation of her panties and the scent of something new caught his attention. He breathed it in, smelling the first taste of pussy he'd experienced outside of his computer screen. The lips and tongue of his babysitter enveloping his cock hooked his attention again, the mixed sensations melting the young fox into a puddle of bliss. Only the tight grip of her palm over his sack kept Jericho on edge.

He lost time to the torment. Moonlight had the fox at her mercy. He could only breathe when she lifted up, and randomly decided whether his cock's attention deserved her lips, tongue, or two fingers and a thumb. How he hadn't blown by now was anyone's guess, but Jericho fought against the urge to hump, lest she squeeze his balls to keep him still.

A phonecall erupted through the room. Jericho breathed deep as Moonlight lifted off of him with a sigh. ``What now? Victoria you better not be...oh.'' Jericho's curiosity rose with the rabbit's pitch. ``Hello Miss Davis, how are...no, that should be fine. Are you ok? Sounds like you're exhausted. No, Jerry hasn't been a problem. I've pretty much got him in bed already. Yeah, a bit early but what can you say? Yeah, I'll stay overnight. Just to keep him safe.''

His heart didn't so much sink as it fluttered when she hung up the phone. ``Well, I guess I'm staying the night. Maybe I should see just how long-'' The moment her finger brushed against his cock, Jericho felt the surge rush through his body. Spurt after spurt rocketed from him so hard that the fox gnawed into his socks with fury to keep him stable. At the end he breathed heavily through his nose, still fresh with her scent.

``Did I say you could cum?'' Jericho tilted his head at the question. He didn't know he needed permission. She grabbed his shirt collar and lifted him up as she sat down on his stomach. ``Did I say you could cum?'' He shook his head. ``That's right.'' Her affirmation came with three pats across his cheek, ``And yet you did. Good thing mommy's not coming over tonight, as I have big plans for you.''

Said plans in mind seemed to involve his sleeping bag, tape, and strange little things she stuck to his dick. He wasn't sure what they were for until they began to buzz. At first it was tolerable, more so than the feel of his sleeping bag wrapped tight from the neck down. But they wouldn't stop. The fox tried to toss and turn, hoping to send the vibes off of him.

``Shh...'' Moonlight whispered. Her hands came from behind and wrapped around him, resting his back against her breasts. ``Just a little punishment, just relax. I have a feeling you'll enjoy it.''

Her teeth nipped into the nap of his neck as the first wave surged from him. Her fingers dug deep into the bag's fabric, pushing past several layers to pinch his nipples. Another wave came and went, then a third. His seed pooled inside his sleeping bag, helplessly staining him.

``That's right...'' Her breaths tensed. One hand left his chest and her moans grew louder. ``Fuck...that's it. Squirm for me. Loser.'' The harshness of her words had him sink into her. Helpless and at the rabbit's mercy, he wouldn't stop until his orgasms ran dry or until she turned them off. The rabbit cried out several times, her legs jittering and kicking into him.

She rolled over when the buzzing finally stopped. ``Oh my god...I needed that.'' His ears perked as Moonlight read out the time. ``Wow, it's late. We best get some proper shuteye.'' Would she finally release him? No. The rabbit pushed him aside for a moment, then pulled out his covers and tucked him beside her. ``Night night, loser.''

Jericho slept soundly. More soundly than he thought possible.

***

Very little brought a smile to Moonlight's face, or so she tried to pretend. But seeing how her little brother's best friend looked up to her that morning, after she'd finally undid his bindings, well, she fought hard not to smile at that. He'd look cute with a collar around his neck. Maybe she could convince her mother to take her shopping for one? The goth rabbit shook her head, letting her violet tips run wild in the morning air. She couldn't jump the gun so quickly.

``Morning, dear.'' Her father said as she walked through the door. Naked save for his collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, chastity cage and apron, the adult bunny was busy at work mixing batter for waffles. ``Can you be a dear and go get your mother?''

``That's Mistress Moonlight, slave.'' Moonlight stood straight with authority, ``And you should get her yourself.''

Her father's look was unamused. ``Tamera, we've been over this. I follow my mistress's orders, your mothers, not yours. You haven't earned that right yet.''

``Then what's the point?'' Moonlight sighed.

``To earn it.'' Her father reiterated. ``Now go get your mother. And don't be snippy about it.''

Giving a long drawn out sigh only a teenager could, Moonlight headed upstairs to her brother's room. There she found another rabbit so motherly it made Moonlight want to hurl. ``Mom, your slave wants to see you.''

``Your father, dear.'' Her mother didn't look up from whatever she was knitting. ``Just because you're in training doesn't mean you can pretend he isn't family.''

She rolled her eyes. She wasn't pretending. Moonlight was just acknowledging his role, as described by her mother when the rabbit first started getting interested. ``Mom, dad wants to see you.''

``Goodie.'' The matronly rabbit put her needles down. ``Mind releasing your brother from his bindings?''

Moonlight nodded, eyeing the gimped up rabbit boy on the bed. With a smile, she stepped up to it and placed her boot against his face after their mother left. ``Hey, loser, you'll never guess where I was.'' The thick lenses gave no sign of acknowledgement. That came from the filtered breaths in the gasmask. ``Your best friend, Jericho. And, surprise surprise, he's a bondage slut. Nowhere as big as you, but I think he's got potential.'' Kneeling close enough to whisper, she added, ``How about we make your next playdate really revealing for him? I'm sure you want your best friend to know the real you, right?''

Slowly but surely, the gasmasked bunny gimp nodded. Moonlight didn't fight her smile. ``That's what I thought. Now, let's get breakfast. Mom's slave is making pancakes.''

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