“Tyler should be here sometime in the late afternoon alright?” The nine year olds rabbit’s mother told him as she crouched down and looked into his eyes. “He’ll make you some dinner or buy something for the two of you. I know you don’t like him too much but he’s the only person who would come watch you on such short notice.” She explained, watching her spotted son squirm somewhat uncomfortably. She sighed, it wasn’t like they had much of a choice and Dylan would be fine until they got back late Sunday night. It wasn’t like he ever got into trouble anyways.
“What about Lyra?” Dylan asked, big eyes looking at his mother almost pleading not to be in the same house as their weird smelling dog neighbour. 

As much as the words cut at her, they also made her smile, her eyes shifting to look at the off-black long furred mutt who currently was being patted one last time by her husband before they left. Said dog was an unknown mix of breeds but she was pretty sure wolf was a strong part of her heritage; she could easily rest her forelegs on her husband’s shoulders and assault him with licks.
“She can’t make you dinner Dylan you know that. I would have made you something but…” She trailed off, knowing her son was smart enough to work out the rest left unsaid. “Besides, I don’t think Lyra would let anything happen to you anyways. We didn’t want to have it be Tyler either honeybuns but no one else can. It’s just one night, I asked Tyler to just order pizza if he does not want to make dinner so just be a good boy okay?”
Was she a bad mother for making her son do this? She didn’t think so. An opportunity for her work like the one that cropped up did not come up often. If it all worked out then she wouldn’t need to worry about hiring the neighbour’s pot smoking teenage son to make her son dinner and could instead hire someone for the full weekend.
“What about her… thingy?” He asked, a small blush creeping onto his face and her inner voices quieted, at least this question is simpler.
She didn’t believe in shielding her son from the truths of the world, at least for this one she felt he was old enough to grasp the basics. “Well… You know how a few years ago Aunty Carroll had to wait for the right time to make Jonathan? It’s like that; Lyra can make smaller Lyra’s if the right things happen.”
It wasn’t the whole truth, but she could already see the gears turning in his little head.
“She’ll be fine at any rate, she might be a bit… different for a week or so but she’ll still be Lyra.” She told Dylan as he looked back up at her and nodded. She smiled as he came in for a hug and Lyra dropped down to lick her face which she ineffectively warded off with a smile and a light touch.
Letting her son go she stood up and ruffled his head while doing the same for their dog that towered over her son. “It’s still early Dylan, I think those cartoons you like will be starting soon. We’ll be back tomorrow night at the earliest so we’ll see you then. Just remember we love you.”
Dylan smiled at her as he ran over to hug his dad one last time before they left. “Love you too Mom and Dad!”
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The cartoons were as good as ever as Dylan lay atop of Lyra who was on her back on the carpeted floor. He loved the shows they played Saturday on mornings. It wasn’t the same episode they sometimes showed during the week and it was always new and exciting.
Right now the current show was ending and he was thirsty and like every child ever ads were the bane of existence and thus a perfect time to be doing literally anything else. Sighing dramatically he pushed himself back and started sliding off of Lyra who wiggled under him. He let out a soft ‘oof’ as he hit the carpet and rolled over before standing up and patting the canine who’s chest even on her back reached up to his face.
“Who’s a good girl~!” He cooed as he patted her chest and eventually belly. She loved it like she always did with her tail wagging and it brought a smile to his face. It was hard not to look at the engorged ‘cookie’ as his dad had once called it staring at him only a foot or so from his paws.
He knew it didn’t normally look like that, at least not as puffy. When he first saw it yesterday he cried and told his parents, thinking she was going to die thinking she’d been stung by a bee but they’d told him she’d be fine and it was just something she was going through for the first time since they’d gotten her.
He still didn’t fully understand what they’d meant then or this morning when his mum gave him more details but he felt he understood the basics. Somehow, in some fashion, that was where babies came from. At least, Jonathan was a baby and his mum implied he was made from that. But he’d seen his mum naked before, it didn’t look anything like that. It confused him and he kissed her chest as he pushed himself up and made his way to the kitchen for a drink. Lyra followed and he paid her no mind as he stepped up onto the small step stool and grabbed his usual water cup from the bench and filled it with water before drinking it.
He had a glass and a bit before feeling full and filling it up once more and turning around to lyra who sat practically inches behind him with her tounge lolling as she stared at him. He lowered the water to her which she sniffed then started licking at before he bapped her on her snout and gave her a command he’d been trying to teach her.
“open lyra! Open up, come on, open, open, o- yes! Good girl!” He praised as slowly she understood what he wanted and opened her great maw to show off her glistening insides. He wouldn’t lie, something about the sight stirred something inside him but he’d yet to fully understand what that could even mean. For now, he loved the idea of watering her and occasionally feeding her including that one sausage he managed to find once…
Realising he got distracted he carefully poured the water down her gullet which she greedily gulped down until his cup was empty. “More?” He asked until she tried to paw at him and he filled another glass. Two more went down her gullet before she closed her mouth and wondered over to her food bowl to eat some of the dry food they had out for her and Dylan put his cup back on the edge of the sink.
The annoying ads would be over soon he figured as he waddled back to the lounge room, Lyra continuing to eat as a new episode of a different show started to play and he hopped up onto the couch with another step stool and sat on one end.
As the show’s intro played he idly wondered not for the first time why their house and furniture was so large. His dad had told him it was because they just didn’t make houses for dwarf rabbits and it was just generally cheaper to buy regular furniture and modify it rather than buying things for their size. He went on to explain something about how they ended up with larger things as a result but Dylan couldn’t remember much of that.
The show started proper and Dylan laid down, his legs draped over the armrest of the couch as he watched the television. A few minutes into it he heard the distinct sound of Lyra plodding over and moments later he felt her hot breath on his feet then her inquisitive tongue tickling him. He laughed as he softly kicked his feet in the air, the canine following them as he begged her to stop between bouts of laughter.
She did eventually after having her fill and Dylan looked at the television once more, roughly understanding what was going on and then having that blocked by Lyra who now stood in front of him looking at him with her tongue lolling out. She panted softly as she looked at him and Dylan sighed and patted the couch.
“Up Lyra! Come on girl.” He told her and after a few attempts she jumped up onto the couch which rocked slightly before she settled down. Dylan didn’t even look at her as he immediately focused back on the show, his eyes never leaving the screen.
It was a good episode he thought once it was over, he’d have to talk to his friends to see what they thought was going to happen next as the ads started playing once more. His regular shows were over now, at least the ones he enjoyed for another hour or so until noon came along and some better stuff started playing.
He stretched and reached out for Lyra without looking and his paw immediately pushed into something hot and moist. A sound came from Lyra he didn’t understand and he looked up only to see her ‘cookie’ a scant few inches from his head. He didn’t know how he didn’t notice and… he jerked his hand out of her, his paw accidently having quested into her cookie during the attempt to pat her.
He blushed, as he stumbled over some words in an attempt to apologise to his dog who looked just as confused as he felt. He wasn’t sure what to say or what to do. Should he call his parents…? No they said only in an emergency and Lyra didn’t seem all too bothered by what just happened. Maybe he should talk to Tyler? No… Dylan wanted as little as possible to do with that weirdo.
He looked at Lyra who was lying on her side looking down at him as if she was also watching the television. Should he… apologise? He knew she wouldn’t fully understand but his dad always said it was the thought that counted and besides she didn’t look hurt by what he did.
Mind made up he went to speak but stopped when she rolled onto her back, her big head resting on the other armrest as she looked down at him. Right in front of him was that engorged cookie staring back at him as her tail wagged. He knew that on her back was submission however this felt… different somehow. It was mesmerizing and he felt heat rise to his face and elsewhere in his body as he looked down at Lyra who was presenting herself to him and his eyes spotted a dollop of liquid squeeze out of her as she seemingly tensed. Was that pee?
He scrunched up his face at that; he didn’t want her to pee on the couch! It reminded him of his own paw that so recently quested inside her and he looked at it, slightly moist with something. He grimaced, his budding and confusing excitement dying down as he imagined having to wash his hands to get the pee out of his fur but it was weird, he didn’t smell pee.
Curious he brought his paw close to his nose and attentively sniffed. It smelt… good? He couldn’t place what it smelt like but his nose told him it was good somehow. Curiosity mounting he brought it closer to his nose and sniffed once more and a tingling sensation washed over his body as heat flushed within him. He liked that, whatever it was and with new eyes looked at Lyra then her exposed cookie.
She was still looking at him, tail still wagging as she laid there, expectations written over her features but he wasn’t sure what for.
He knew what he wanted however, as he focused in on that dollop of liquid; was that what smelt and felt so good?
He looked back up to Lyra who looked happier than ever and decided he’d stop if she showed any signs of discomfort. She wasn’t exactly quiet about things when she didn’t like something so he figured that’d be easy enough. Looking back down at his prize he reached over and put his hand on her thigh. She twitched at the touch, her cookie tensing for a second before another dollop was forced out her and he watched the first start threatening to fall onto the couch or possibly her tail.
With slow movements and the other patting her stomach soothingly his free hand came closer to her cookie and with a somewhat shaking hand his thumb scooped up the almost free dollop as she tensed once more. He noticed that when she relaxed this time he could see pink instead of the fat off-black outside it normally was. Did that mean it was getting bigger? He wasn’t sure as he raised his gotten goods to his nose and sniffed once more.
It was stronger this time, that electric ecstatic feeling coursing through him as he shuddered. It was like having all his favourite foods rolled into a scent that just made him feel good. He came out of his dazed and looked at Lyra whose tail had slowed down and she made her pouting face. She wanted something but… what?
He’d figure it out later, right now… he had to see if it tasted as good as it smelled…
With tentative motions as he knew what else came out that part of Lyra, he snaked his tongue out and tasted the sickly sweet smelling liquid and his mouth exploded in pleasure. He didn’t fully have the words to describe what he felt, only that it felt good in all the right ways. New pathways previously unexplored in his brain opened up as his whole body felt pleasure at that sweet nectar. He shuddered hard as it was almost too much for his brain to fully handle. 
It took a few seconds but it wore off and he came back to himself. He felt… weird. He wanted something badly but he couldn’t place what it was. Did he also want to pee? He looked down at Lyra’s cookie and the feeling stirred. Maybe? Or maybe it was his own version of what Lyra was doing, some weird good pee? He’d have to ask his parents when they came back.
For now though he wanted more and Lyra was still yet to try and stop him.
Patting her stomach once more Dylan was a little bolder now as only after a few moments did his paw squeeze her cookie and he watched with idle wonder as he seemed to milk more liquid from its depths as they rolled down her puffy exterior and threatened to fall onto the couch. He wouldn’t let it. With only a brief bout of hesitation he leaned down and stuck his tongue out, lapping up the god given nectar as explosions of pleasure blasted through him and he unintentionally brushed up against her cookie.
It seemed to be a mutual reaction and he was starting to understand why Lyra seemed so eager. Did she feel this way as well? He wondered how since she clearly was not tasting what he was. Maybe it was the act of giving? Mom did say giving sometimes felt better then receiving gifts but he doubted this is what she meant by it. Maybe it was what he was doing? Somehow that brought her pleasure?
He wasn’t sure, but felt that if she was making him feel this good he’d best give back to her and so he experimented and totally wasn’t just eager for more. He watched, his eyes looking past her puffy cookie and up at he as he felt her tail under them wagging eagerly. His tongue quested out, starting at the bottom of her warm pushy flesh and trailed upwards, gathering up a few of the drops and shuddering as something built within him. That was only secondary though as he watched her shudder, her legs shaking as her body did too, her puffy cookie tensing before flowering out even more then before as more pink was exposed then before.
Seeing her like this and feeling her tail attempt to wag even more… it stirred him on. He dove back into it, his snout pressed against her cookie as he lapped up the fluid that seemed to flow more freely now. The cartoons in the background were completely ignored by this point and Dylan didn’t even know what was on, his eyes only for the prize that lay oh so eagerly in front of him.
He continued to lap up what he could, his tongue reaching every part of her as it quested deeper in an attempt to find more. It tasted oh so good, the pleasure spikes coming in fast and hard as that feeling within him grew, a tingling sensation in his own parts building as he continued to pleasure his own dog.
She was tensing up more now, her cookie contracting around his snout as he pushed even deeper, the rim of that now stretched cookie almost kissing his eyes and throat as he realised he was buried snout deep in his dogs hind quarters.
He decided he didn’t care as he sought more, relishing in the taste those droplets gave him and loving the feeling and the clear and pure pleasure Lyra displayed as she squirmed and made sounds he knew were happy ones.
He tried to push deeper, her cookie stretching and pressing against his forehead as his jaw opened wide, stretching her insides for only a moment before she tensed all over. The two paws holding her thighs at bay struggled to keep them there as her cookie seemed to clamp down on his snout. He quickly pulled his tongue back in where it belonged as she shuddered and seemed to let out a silent howl. It was over in a matter of a dozen or so seconds and Dylan reluctantly pulled out, his own peak oh so close but unsure of what he needed to do to reach it. 
It was clear she was seemingly done for now as she laid there, head back and tongue lolled out as every so often waves of pleasure seemed to ravish her body.
He looked down at her, wanting more but knowing he should stop at least for now. He licked his lips as he thought about the experience and realised his face was practically sopping wet. It was covered in something akin to the nectar he’d been seeking but not the same. Idly he licked at the spots he could and realised he’d have to wash and dry his face. He looked down at where her butt met the couch and realised it’d been somewhat caught in the crossfire as well.
He lost some energy at that, knowing he’d have to clean it. He figured next time they did this he would maybe put a towel or two down or maybe just not to do it on the couch. Maybe the short carpet in his room would be fine…
He looked back up at Lyra who seemed to still be in her own world of bliss. He wondered what that felt like as he climbed off the couch. Maybe he’d be that lucky one day.
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Dylan scrubbed at the couch as the suds worked their way into the soft fabric and he put some more force into it. He’d already cleaned up his face though he could still smell traces of what they’d done and each time he caught an errant whiff something inside him would stir. He found out when he tried to go to the toilet that his dick felt weird when he grabbed it to pee. It felt weird, good and overstimulated like how when his dad patted him too much on his head and it felt weird to touch for a while after. He figured maybe that’s what he might have had to do. If him seeking out Lyra’s nectar had felt so good to her that she’d done what she did, maybe she needed to seek out his own nectar by doing something similar?
He’d almost tried then and there but resigned himself to at least clean the couch first. His mom had told him that you needed to clean things when they became dirty so that you didn’t need to do it later and so it didn’t get worse then it was. Now was the easiest time to clean but it certainly didn’t feel that way.
He continued to scrub as Lyra stared at him from the carpeted floor. Every so often she’d whine at him and nudge him to which he’d pat her and she’d seem to cheer up somewhat but since she kept doing it he figured she wanted something more. He had admittedly tried to do what he did again but she didn’t seem as interested as before, instead licking him all over and nosing his groin which was one of the reasons he suspected she wanted his own nectar but he did need to clean the couch first.
It was done, at least as much as he felt he could as the small wet patch from Lyra turned into a big wet patch from the water and soap. He dried it off the best he could with one of their older towels and slid off the couch to which Lyra responded positively too. Yanking the offending couch cushion off the couch he pulled it – as it was too big to lift – to outside and put it in the sun.
Feeling he’d done what he needed to do and not wanting to be outside he went back in – making sure Lyra came in – and went up to his room on the second floor. Lyra dutifly followed and as he got closer he felt more pensive then he felt he should as if he was doing something he shouldn’t be. The other time felt right in a way he couldn’t put into words but this felt wrong in a way? He didn’t fully understand as he opened the modified doors and let Lyra in first before he went in after her.
When he closed the door Dylan turned around to see her staring at him, tongue lolling once more as she whined needily at him. Gulping and only now realising the sheer size difference between him and her he started taking off his pyjamas. She barely waited for his clothes to be off before she practically bowled into him, her massive snout pushing him over and against the door as she started licking at all she could.
It felt ticklish like how it usually did but this felt like it had an undercurrent of desire and this seemed to be only confirmed as her licks led her lower and lower until her snout was pressed against his sheath and balls. It felt heavenly in all the right ways and he intimately knew how she must have felt before when he’d been licking her.
That was before she started licking there too.
It started off slowly as she practically pinned him to the door, her tongue slowly taking in every part of him as the broad and wet appendage covered his balls, dick and a good part of his front too.
It didn’t take long before his dick made itself known to Lyra and instantly the huge canine focused in on it, her tongue licking at it in particular as quickly that feeling of building up pleasure grew within Dylan.
Dylan would have liked to have said he lasted as long as Lyra did with him but that’d be a lie. She so expertly licked, suckled and assaulted his dick that within only a couple of minutes he was on top of her head, arms wrapped around her thick neck as instincts took over and he thrust maddingly into her muzzle. She seemed to eagerly accept this change of pace as his cock thrust against her tongue, that pleasure inside quickly building up as she continued to lap at his balls and sometimes his taint and ass. 
That last one felt particularly strange but also seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back as he shuddered hard, his cock twitching inside Lyra’s mouth as he unloaded rope after rope of sickly sweet nectar into her mouth and down her throat and she eagerly lapped up every drop like he did with her.
He laid there, draped over her head as she continued to suckle at him for every drop he was worth as he shuddered, releasing a few more squirts before even that all became too much and his over sensitive organ protested any more attention. He slid off her as he pushed her away and she seemed to get what he wanted as she obediently let him go and laid down with her head in his lap as he lent against the door as stars seemed to flood his vision.
It only took a minute or two before she started again, idly lapping at his groin and fur now his oversensitivity had died down and he let her do what she wanted. He needed to pay her back again now… but that could unfortunately wait as he heard the doorbell sound through the house. He sighed, knowing who it was and contemplated just leaving the teen at the door. He couldn’t though, not when he might call his parents and mess up their important work thing. Besides, he wanted more time with Lyra and the smelly teen would be sticking to the guest room doing who knows what until it was dinner time and after that his only ‘job’ was to make sure Dylan went to bed at a reasonable time.
He’d strike then he thought. Until then he’d watch some cartoons.