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Now get off my sister fore I forget again.\"\n\n\"Don't forget who brought you here, Etch.\"\n\nThe standing rabbit morph scowled and lowered his marker.\n\n\"And since head shots don't count...\" The armored antagonist raised his own gun.\n\nPop! Pop!\n\n\"Argh! Ow!\" He grabbed his side and fell over as the rabbits watched in surprise.\n\nAnother rabbit morph pushed through a bush and slowly stood up as he cautiously approached.\n\n\"Where did you come from? You shot me in my armpit!\" He looked at the orange paint on his fingers that he pulled from the gap in his armor and scoffed.\n\nThe new rabbit spoke softly, \"I'm sorry. I was bout to tag Sketch fore you started chasin her and when I caught up, you were raisin your gun and you said shoot anyone pointin a gun.\"\n\n\"Yeah, yeah.\" He stood up, picked up his gun, and checked it over. \"Since when did you get so good, Gordon?\"\n\n\"I just listen to what you tol me, Mr. Justavry.\"\n\n\"Avery,\" he groaned. \"No Mr., no just, just Avery. Nevermind.\" He brushed off his pants and grunted in frustration. \"Where are the other two?\"\n\nThe timid rabbit shrugged and shook his head.\n\n\"I haven't seen either of them since we left the van.\" Etch offered his paw to his sister, but she rolled away to reach for her marker.\n\n\"Well, let's head back that way and see if we can find them.\" Avery wiped paint from the side of his facemask as he pushed past Etch and continued down a path.\n\n\"Nice shootin, Tex.\" Etch winked and followed Avery.\n\nSketch smiled at the remaining rabbit and held her paw up. When he took it, she pulled herself to her feet and smiled, \"Thank you, Oregon.\"\n\n\"I tried ta get ya fore he did, but he start runnin.\"\n\n\"That's alright. If it wasn't for that tree I would've probably got away and I know you would've found me.\"\n\n\"Avery wasn't playin by the rules he told us.\"\n\n\"No, he's like that a lot. We've only been here a couple months, but it's pretty obvious he still thinks he's superior. Our owners up in Kansas were nicer than here. What were your owners like?\" She rubbed his arm, then reached up to lift his facemask.\n\nOregon stepped back, \"I think we should catch up.\"\n\n\"Are you trying to stay mysterious?\"\n\nHe stepped slowly down the path until she joined him and they headed for the van.\n\n\"There you two are. What happened?\"\n\nThe two laughing rabbit morphs by the van proudly displayed the orange splats on their chest pads.\n\n\"Right. Put your helmets back on; you're going back out with me.\"\n\nThey groaned and grabbed their helmets and markers as they headed for the path everyone else was coming down.\n\n\"Etch, you, your sister, and Gordon take turns getting changed in the van and wipe the paint off those pads before you put them back in the bag. I'll be back.\"\n\nOregon watched the two padded rabbits march solemnly past and was tempted to go back out with them, but Avery shoved him toward the van.\n\n\"Go get changed, Gordon.\" He let the rabbits have a head start, but when they looked at each other and jumped off the path in opposite directions, he ran to chase them.\n\nOregon turned and disconnected his air tank.\n\nEtch pulled off his helmet, smiled and waved, then hopped into the van and closed the door. \"What do you think, sis? The new guy is pretty good at everything.\" He pulled off the flimsy pads and tossed them at a duffel bag.\n\nSketch finished wiping the one spot of paint on her pads and tossed them at the duffel, \"I think Oregon is smarter than he plays at.\" She pulled the oversized long sleeve shirt over her head. \"When he got here last week, he seemed like another worker drone that was going to need a lot of retraining, but he's taken to autonomy pretty quick.\" She pulled off her t-shirt and brushed her fur back down. \"I heard he even did some repairs to his cabin without being told.\" She pushed her pants down and kicked them off. \"They say we'll be ready to leave fast, but he might be ready when we do.\"\n\n\"You wanting him to come with us?\" He tugged his shorts up and buttoned them around his tail, then closed the front.\n\n\"I didn't say us.\" She smirked at her brother. \"You're changed already?\"\n\n\"I'm not daydreaming about strange rabbits.\"\n\n\"And shooting both the twins on their butts was an accident?\"\n\n\"I said it was. My finger slipped... while I was staring at their butts.\"\n\n\"I knew it.\"\n\n\"So you think Oregon's the one for you?\"\n\n\"He's double smart; keeps his head under the radar by playing dumb. He's fit and better looking than you.\"\n\n\"Sounds like you've made your mind up, let's get him in here, so he can pop your cherry.\" He turned to the door and reached for the handle.\n\n\"NO!\" She lunged forward and grabbed her brother's tail, pulling him back into a seat.\n\n\"Oof. What?s wrong?\"\n\n\"Well, I don't know if he likes me.\"\n\n\"I'm pretty sure he does. What else?\"\n\n\"And I'm almost naked.\"\n\n\"What better way to find out if he likes you.\" He jumped up and was out the door before she could catch him.\n\n\"Your turn, Oregon. Take your time; Avery's not as good a hunter as he thinks he is.\"\n\nOregon opened the van door and tossed his clean helmet and pads at the duffel as he climbed in, then shut the door. He pulled off his long sleeve and t-shirt together, then pulled them apart and stuffed them in a laundry bag with Etch's clothes. He grabbed his clean clothes waiting and put on the shirt, then shoved his pants down his legs. He pulled them off his feet and turned to stuff them in the laundry bag, but froze when he heard a gasp.\n\nSketch held still as the pantless rabbit stared at her until she couldn't stand the silence. \"I'm so sorry. I just noticed...\"\n\n\"I didn't know you were still in here. I should go.\" He shook his shorts open to put them on, trying to avoid looking at her again.\n\n\"No, wait!\" She started to get up to stop him, then remembered that she was only wearing her underwear and sat back down on the back seat. \"Did it hurt?\"\n\nOregon looked down at a long gash on his thigh and futilely tried to brush his fur to hide it.\n\n\"No, I mean your tail. Well, I bet that hurt, too.\"\n\nHe started to reach back, but it was far too late to try to hide it. He knelt down and leaned against a seat. \"It was sudden. I was young. They cut my ears, too.\"\n\n\"Oh, how horrible!\" She reached for his ears, but was afraid to touch them. The tops were curved and looked almost natural, but up close, she could see the points signifying their butchering.\n\nHe gently took her wrist and pulled her arm down, finally letting himself notice that she was mostly naked.\n\n\"Why did they do that to you?\"\n\nHe looked down at her feet, not wanting to remember, but also worried that the only distraction was the near-naked, innocent doe in front of him. \"I didn't look the way they wanted, so they fixed me.\"\n\n\"That's not fixing!\" She covered her mouth with her free paw as she heard herself loud then reached out to touch his cheek. \"I'm sorry, that wasn't right.\"\n\nHe caught her other wrist and idly rubbed both with his thumbs as he heard himself screaming and crying in his memory. \n\nSketch noticed more scars as she looked closely; his twitching whiskers were uneven, missing a few on one side. She wondered what horrors he was reliving, that she brought back. \"Oregon, you're safe now.\"\n\nHe opened his eyes and looked slowly up her unblemished body to her smiling, perfect face. He put her paws together and pushed them away as he sat back and lifted himself into the seat. \"I'm damaged.\" He found his shorts and pulled them up to his knees.\n\nShe slid off the seat to her knees to catch his paws and his eyes. \"You went through a lot, but you're okay now. You have a chance to start over with some good people. Maybe even start a family.\"\n\nHe thought about the families he knew and didn't want to have any more of that. He stood up stooped to pull up his shorts and turned to the door. \"I'm damaged.\" He opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him.\n\nSketch got dressed as quickly as she could and got out of the van looking for the damaged rabbit morph. She saw Avery coming up the path with pink and white paint on his chest and two smiling rabbits walking behind him.\n\n\"That's all it is. I'm having an off day and y'all got lucky. Enjoy it while it lasts, cause I won't be going easy on you next time.\" He angrily fought with his helmet until it came off. \"Go get changed.\" He unbuckled his armor and pulled it off, then shoved it at Etch with his helmet. \"Wipe this down quick. I gotta piss.\"\n\nThe rabbit scowled and watched him walk into the woods, then grumbled, \"Why don't you piss the paint off.\" He headed for the van and caught the door before they closed it.\n\n\"Come for another shot at our butts?\"\n\nEtch sighed, annoyed that with one slip he lost all chance of being taken seriously, \"Just need a rag to clean Avery's equipment.\"\n\n\"Ugh, I don't want to hear anything about his equipment.\"\n\n\"After we tagged him the first time, he said we should enjoy our kill and ravage his body. Ew.\"\n\n\"Then he challenged us to get back to the van clean and ran ahead.\"\n\n\"We slipped past him and covered his back in paint.\"\n\n\"I see that.\" Etch looked at the back of the armor and saw more work.\n\n\"He played dead and said we should resuscitate him with mouth to mouth.\"\n\n\"And mouth to dick.\"\n\n\"I considered foot to dick.\"\n\n\"And mouth.\"\n\n\"We just left him there.\"\n\n\"But he caught up.\"\n\n\"Would serve him right if you left his stuff dirty.\"\n\n\"Like he is.\"\n\n\"He'd just take it out on me later.\" Etch groaned.\n\n\"He's such a loser.\"\n\n\"As if we could ever be interested in someone that can't even get our names right.\"\n\n\"Especially him. Ugh.\"\n\n\"It's not fair he's making you clean his stuff.\"\n\n\"Give it to us. We'll clean it.\"\n\n\"It's our mess anyway.\"\n\n\"Really? Thanks.\" Etch handed over the pads.\n\n\"Now get out of here so we can change.\"\n\n\"Don't worry. We'll take care of it.\"\n\n\"Wouldn't want Avery messing up your cute butt.\" The door closed.\n\n\"Wait, what?\" Etch stared at the door for a moment as a smile crept onto his face, then started looking for his sister.\n\nSketch kicked a pine cone as she came back around to where she started.\n\n\"Hey sis, there you are. What's wrong?\"\n\n\"I was talking with Oregon, after you set us up,\" she smacked his arm playfully, \"and he said he's damaged and left. I can't find him anywhere. I think he ran off.\"\n\n\"He's too smart for that. He probably just wanted some alone time. Y'know I never saw him until he stepped out of those bushes. I bet he could disappear in the woods and you'd never find him if he didn't want you to.\"\n\n\"But I want to find him. I want to tell him I don't think he's damaged, at least not too damaged for me.\"\n\n\"You're really hung up on him.\"\n\n\"They tried to tear him down, but he only got stronger. I think he's wonderful.\"\n\n\"He's just...\"\n\n\"Sketch, go open the gate! Everybody else get in the van!\" Avery came back just as grumpy as he left.\n\nSketch groaned, then headed down the driveway to the gate.\n\nWhen everybody was in the van, Avery locked the doors and jogged down the driveway.\n\nEtch leaned over, \"Hey Oregon, where were you? We were looking for you.\"\n\n\"Sketch was looking for me.\" He stared out the window toward the driveway.\n\n\"Were you hiding from her?\"\n\n\"I was following...\" He froze for a second, then unlocked the door, yanked it open and rushed out as a scream broke the silence.\n\n\"Sketch!\" Etch bounded out the door and soon saw his sister running toward him with no shorts, past Oregon running toward Avery walking smugly from the gate with her shorts. They collided and she clung to her brother; Avery's expression didn't change until his feet left the ground and the angry rabbit propelled him over the fence. \n\n\"What happened?\"\n\n\"Are you okay?\"\n\nEtch looked to the twins, then examined his trembling sister. \"What did he do to you?\"\n\nSketch found her breath, \"He said he needed to claim his kill. At first he was just playful and stupid like he usually is, but then he unbuttoned my shorts and wouldn't let go. I screamed when I fell, but he kept pulling them off my legs.\"\n\n\"I knew he was horrible, but this is too far.\"\n\n\"He tried to make a pass at us in the woods today, but failed.\"\n\n\"Twice.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry he took it out on you.\"\n\n\"We both are.\"\n\nEtch rubbed the back of his sister's neck soothingly and looked to Oregon standing at the gate. \"Is he still alive?\"\n\n\"I hope not.\"\n\n\"He can rot in the woods.\"\n\nOregon looked back at them solemnly. He knew he made a mistake, but would do it again.\n\nEtch held his sister and moved slowly toward the gate. \"He needs to be alive. If he's dead, we all are.\"\n\nSketch turned from her brother and wrapped her arms around Oregon. \"Thank you for saving me.\"\n\nHe cautiously put his paws on her back. \"You were already free. I only made things worse.\"\n\n\"I don't feel free anymore. It's like the stories we'd hear about bad owners that didn't just beat morphs or injure them,\" she tried to stroke his whiskers, but he flinched away, \"they'd make them do bad things: sexual things or worse. It was always a fear, even with a good family, that something would happen and we could end up with a bad owner.\"\n\nEtch rubbed his sister's neck soothingly, \"That's over now; nobody can own us anymore.\"\n\n\"But it's not. His parents say we're free and they're teaching us how to live like humans, but he still treats us like he owns us, like a bad owner.\"\n\n\"She's right.\"\n\n\"We don't like this game.\"\n\n\"But we come because he tells us to.\"\n\n\"We're all still afraid, like he owns us.\"\n\n\"But he doesn't.\"\n\n\"We own us.\"\n\n\"Even if we own ourselves,\" Etch interrupted, \"they own the land we live on. If we killed their son, even if they didn't turn us in for murder, we would have to start over, without their help.\"\n\n\"I killed him. You don't have to go.\" Oregon pushed Sketch away.\n\n\"I would have done the same thing.\"\n\n\"Me, too.\"\n\n\"I've thought about it, but didn't want to leave my sister.\" He hugged her. \"I guess the first thing we should do is see if he's alive.\"\n\nOregon started to open the gate.\n\n\"Wait. What if he's just pretending?\"\n\n\"Waiting for you to get close to surprise you.\"\n\nEtch nodded, \"I'll go check on him.\"\n\n\"NO!\" \"NO!\"\n\n\"That's the opposite of what we meant!\"\n\n\"Oregon can follow me out. I'll make sure he's alive and if he tries anything, Oregon can take him down again. Not kill!\" he looked sternly at the other buck and pointed at him, \"just... sit on him or something.\"\n\nThe twins looked at each other, then hurried back to the van.\n\nAvery groaned and pushed himself onto his side. \"You stupid rabbits couldn't take out the trash, let alone me. You surprised me, is all. And like you said, anything happens to me and you're all dead. My parents may want to help you, but they still love me more. So face it, you're not going anywhere and I'm not going anywhere. It's inevitable, one of these days you're gonna lift your tail for me and beg.\" He stared at Sketch salaciously.\n\n\"Your parent's haven is not your harem!\" Etch shook the gate.\n\nAvery laughed and started to get to his feet. \"If I were in charge, it would be all females and they would walk around naked and because I control everything; food, money, any hope of ever leaving; they would bend over happily anytime I...Ow! Damnit!\" He stood on one foot and looked at the other bent sideways. \"Damnit! You're gonna pay for this one!\"\n\nThe twins came running back wearing pads and pointed their markers at Avery.\n\n\"What are you gonna do? Those won't kill me.\"\n\nEtch smiled as he caught on, \"No, but you've taught us that they hurt.\"\n\nPop!\n\nA pink ball splattered on the thigh of his good leg and he fell to the ground.\n\n\"Alright! Enough of this. Put your guns away and we'll all get in the van and pretend this never happened.\"\n\nEtch leaned on the gate, \"Not good enough. We're going to get in the van, go back to the refuge, and you are going to confess to your parents, not just what you did out here, but every time you have ever abused one of the morphs they are trying to help.\"\n\n\"No chance in hell that is ever happening.\"\n\nPop!\n\nA white ball splattered on his shoulder.\n\n\"Ow! Stop that! Those are my guns!\"\n\nSketch took Oregon's arm and led him back to the van.\n\nEtch watched her leave and held his paw up to the twins. \"Looks like we'll just sit out here as the sun goes down and it gets darker in the woods and we're inside the fence with the van and some wild animal deterrent guns. We can wait.\" He smiled at the twins and they smiled back. \n\nSketch leaned against the back of the van with her arms folded. \"I'm scared that he's right. No matter how we get out of here, we can't trust Avery. One day he probably will find a way to corner me and I won't be able to get away.\" She fought back the cold dread and tears. \"I... I don't want him to be my first.\"\n\n\"I'm still considering killing him. We can tell his parents he fell out of a tree.\"\n\nShe chuckled morbidly at his casual suggestion, then pushed away the thought. \"I would rather...\" Suddenly she couldn't find the courage to say it out loud. She looked up at his scarred face, waiting patiently for her to finish uttering her wish. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn't going to try to take it like Avery. She had to say it. She just couldn't look at his strong gaze and looked at her paws as she dropped her arms. \"I would rather... you... be my first.\"\n\nOregon took a step back. \"No you don't.\"\n\n\"Don't say you're damaged.\" She looked up at him, now feeling angry with every horrible person that ever hurt him.\n\n\"You can wait until we get back to the refuge and find a much better choice than me.\"\n\n\"There is no better choice. Nothing they did to you changed who you are and that's what I want. I want you.\" She grabbed his cheeks, not letting him pull away and stared into his strong eyes. When he tried to speak, she kissed his lips and pushed his rebuttal back with her tongue.\n\nAvery chuckled, \"While you're busy defending your slut sister, she's giving it away to any idiot behind your back.\"\n\nEtch turned to see Oregon push Sketch against the back of the van as he kissed her.\n\nPop! Pop!\n\nA pink splatter on his forehead and a white splatter on his groin sent Avery into a groaning fetal position.\n\n\"You're wrong, Avery. That's my sister getting what she wants, because she's free to make that choice. And you're going to watch, because you don't have any choice right now. We're staying right here until you agree to confess. Right here with three beautiful female rabbit morphs choosing to not have sex with you, because they are free.\"\n\n\"We are free, Avery, not your sex toys.\"\n\n\"Free to make our own choices.\"\n\n\"Free to decide what we want and who we play with.\"\n\n\"We don't like playing with you.\"\n\n\"Hunters don't fuck their kills.\"\n\n\"Ew.\"\n\n\"We play with who we like.\"\n\n\"This is a real hunter.\"\n\n\"One that hits his target.\"\n\nEtch tensed in surprise as they both grabbed his butt.\n\n\"One that respects his prey.\"\n\n\"And his fellow hunters.\"\n\nAvery flinched as their barrels pointed at him again and their free paws roamed Etch's body.\n\n\"One that deserves to be rewarded.\"\n\nThey leaned in and blew gently on his whiskers making him tingle in anticipation all over his body.\n\n\"But you're not even worthy of watching.\"\n\n\"Because you can't even remember our names.\"\n\nThey pointed their guns at him and he panicked, covering his crotch and face, \"Okay. Okay. Okay! I give up! I'll tell my parents what happened.\"\n\nThey shook their guns at him.\n\n\"All of it!\"\n\nEtch pulled himself together as he noticed the twins' satisfied smiles and he realized they were done playing with him. He chided himself for thinking they were going to do anything in front of Avery and decided he needed to do anything he could to convince them to play later.\n\nSketch knew she had to take charge to get what she wanted and unbuttoned his shorts to slip her paw inside. She moaned in satisfaction as she found what she was looking for. They hadn't taken what mattered to her in that moment; he was undamaged. She lifted her leg to wrap it around his waist and he picked her up, pressing her against the back of the van. His kisses were strong, but still tender, as if he had wanted it so long that he was afraid he might break her now. She pulled her panties aside and as she guided him into her, he finally took over.\n\nOregon felt relief overtake him as he let himself accept that she wanted him. No more crying does tied to a breeding stock. No more beatings for a weak performance. No more lost family. He heard everything she said again and this time he believed it and he moaned in release and relief as he bred an unblemished, unbound, unowned, and willing doe that chose him.\n\n\"So can we get out of here? I'm gonna need some help getting to the van.\"\n\nThe three rabbits at the gate looked at each other, then Etch cautiously opened the gate while the twins kept their guns aimed.\n\n\"That's not necessary. I gave up.\"\n\nThe twins didn't flinch.\n\nEtch helped Avery to his feet and they hobbled through the gate.\n\nOregon noticed them coming and quickly closed his shorts, then hurried to retrieve Sketch's, so she could put them on.\n\nAvery tried to climb into the driver's seat and screamed in pain. He leaned against the side of the van catching his breath. \"I can't drive with this ankle. We're stuck. There's no signal out here, so I can't even call for help.\"\n\nEveryone looked at each other, wondering if this was another trick from Avery.\n\n\"I had a chauffeur license for a while, but it's expired now.\"\n\nAvery looked at Oregon and smirked, \"Morphs aren't allowed to drive.\"\n\n\"The chauffeur license required that a human be in the car, but I know how to drive.\"\n\n\"Well aren't you full of surprises, Gordon. Help me get in the other side before I give you the keys.\"\n\nEtch and Oregon walked Avery around to the front passenger seat and everyone climbed in. The twins sat in the middle and kept their guns on Avery while Sketch cuddled against her brother in the back. They drove in silence, but the unspoken conversation discussed all the ways things had and would change after that night.\n\nSketch pulled her brother's arms close around her and whispered, \"Etch, I think I feel free now.\"\n\nEtch smiled and kissed her head. As they passed a sign that read Rob & Rose's Rabbit Rehabilitation Refuge and turned down the long driveway, he leaned to her ear to ask quietly, \"Sketch, what are the twins' names?\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The little fluffy tail flitted through the woods attached to the rear of a rabbit bounding and dodging through the trees. She could hear the whizzing through the leaves that followed each pop begging for her death. She misjudged a bush and found a tree behind it, bouncing off of it with a spin that let her see the one that got her. She fell to the ground with a scream fueled by the sting in her chest and the frustration of her failure.

In an instant, a dark figure descended upon her with a devilish laugh. "Told you I'd get you. You're dead. Nobody's a better hunter than me." He jabbed at the fresh green splotch on her chest pad. Three pops and three splats on the side of his helmet stunned him and he turned to look down a barrel coming closer. "Hey, no head shots!"

"Oops... Now get off my sister fore I forget again."

"Don't forget who brought you here, Etch."

The standing rabbit morph scowled and lowered his marker.

"And since head shots don't count..." The armored antagonist raised his own gun.

Pop! Pop!

"Argh! Ow!" He grabbed his side and fell over as the rabbits watched in surprise.

Another rabbit morph pushed through a bush and slowly stood up as he cautiously approached.

"Where did you come from? You shot me in my armpit!" He looked at the orange paint on his fingers that he pulled from the gap in his armor and scoffed.

The new rabbit spoke softly, "I'm sorry. I was bout to tag Sketch fore you started chasin her and when I caught up, you were raisin your gun and you said shoot anyone pointin a gun."

"Yeah, yeah." He stood up, picked up his gun, and checked it over. "Since when did you get so good, Gordon?"

"I just listen to what you tol me, Mr. Justavry."

"Avery," he groaned. "No Mr., no just, just Avery. Nevermind." He brushed off his pants and grunted in frustration. "Where are the other two?"

The timid rabbit shrugged and shook his head.

"I haven't seen either of them since we left the van." Etch offered his paw to his sister, but she rolled away to reach for her marker.

"Well, let's head back that way and see if we can find them." Avery wiped paint from the side of his facemask as he pushed past Etch and continued down a path.

"Nice shootin, Tex." Etch winked and followed Avery.

Sketch smiled at the remaining rabbit and held her paw up. When he took it, she pulled herself to her feet and smiled, "Thank you, Oregon."

"I tried ta get ya fore he did, but he start runnin."

"That's alright. If it wasn't for that tree I would've probably got away and I know you would've found me."

"Avery wasn't playin by the rules he told us."

"No, he's like that a lot. We've only been here a couple months, but it's pretty obvious he still thinks he's superior. Our owners up in Kansas were nicer than here. What were your owners like?" She rubbed his arm, then reached up to lift his facemask.

Oregon stepped back, "I think we should catch up."

"Are you trying to stay mysterious?"

He stepped slowly down the path until she joined him and they headed for the van.

"There you two are. What happened?"

The two laughing rabbit morphs by the van proudly displayed the orange splats on their chest pads.

"Right. Put your helmets back on; you're going back out with me."

They groaned and grabbed their helmets and markers as they headed for the path everyone else was coming down.

"Etch, you, your sister, and Gordon take turns getting changed in the van and wipe the paint off those pads before you put them back in the bag. I'll be back."

Oregon watched the two padded rabbits march solemnly past and was tempted to go back out with them, but Avery shoved him toward the van.

"Go get changed, Gordon." He let the rabbits have a head start, but when they looked at each other and jumped off the path in opposite directions, he ran to chase them.

Oregon turned and disconnected his air tank.

Etch pulled off his helmet, smiled and waved, then hopped into the van and closed the door. "What do you think, sis? The new guy is pretty good at everything." He pulled off the flimsy pads and tossed them at a duffel bag.

Sketch finished wiping the one spot of paint on her pads and tossed them at the duffel, "I think Oregon is smarter than he plays at." She pulled the oversized long sleeve shirt over her head. "When he got here last week, he seemed like another worker drone that was going to need a lot of retraining, but he's taken to autonomy pretty quick." She pulled off her t-shirt and brushed her fur back down. "I heard he even did some repairs to his cabin without being told." She pushed her pants down and kicked them off. "They say we'll be ready to leave fast, but he might be ready when we do."

"You wanting him to come with us?" He tugged his shorts up and buttoned them around his tail, then closed the front.

"I didn't say us." She smirked at her brother. "You're changed already?"

"I'm not daydreaming about strange rabbits."

"And shooting both the twins on their butts was an accident?"

"I said it was. My finger slipped... while I was staring at their butts."

"I knew it."

"So you think Oregon's the one for you?"

"He's double smart; keeps his head under the radar by playing dumb. He's fit and better looking than you."

"Sounds like you've made your mind up, let's get him in here, so he can pop your cherry." He turned to the door and reached for the handle.

"NO!" She lunged forward and grabbed her brother's tail, pulling him back into a seat.

"Oof. What?s wrong?"

"Well, I don't know if he likes me."

"I'm pretty sure he does. What else?"

"And I'm almost naked."

"What better way to find out if he likes you." He jumped up and was out the door before she could catch him.

"Your turn, Oregon. Take your time; Avery's not as good a hunter as he thinks he is."

Oregon opened the van door and tossed his clean helmet and pads at the duffel as he climbed in, then shut the door. He pulled off his long sleeve and t-shirt together, then pulled them apart and stuffed them in a laundry bag with Etch's clothes. He grabbed his clean clothes waiting and put on the shirt, then shoved his pants down his legs. He pulled them off his feet and turned to stuff them in the laundry bag, but froze when he heard a gasp.

Sketch held still as the pantless rabbit stared at her until she couldn't stand the silence. "I'm so sorry. I just noticed..."

"I didn't know you were still in here. I should go." He shook his shorts open to put them on, trying to avoid looking at her again.

"No, wait!" She started to get up to stop him, then remembered that she was only wearing her underwear and sat back down on the back seat. "Did it hurt?"

Oregon looked down at a long gash on his thigh and futilely tried to brush his fur to hide it.

"No, I mean your tail. Well, I bet that hurt, too."

He started to reach back, but it was far too late to try to hide it. He knelt down and leaned against a seat. "It was sudden. I was young. They cut my ears, too."

"Oh, how horrible!" She reached for his ears, but was afraid to touch them. The tops were curved and looked almost natural, but up close, she could see the points signifying their butchering.

He gently took her wrist and pulled her arm down, finally letting himself notice that she was mostly naked.

"Why did they do that to you?"

He looked down at her feet, not wanting to remember, but also worried that the only distraction was the near-naked, innocent doe in front of him. "I didn't look the way they wanted, so they fixed me."

"That's not fixing!" She covered her mouth with her free paw as she heard herself loud then reached out to touch his cheek. "I'm sorry, that wasn't right."

He caught her other wrist and idly rubbed both with his thumbs as he heard himself screaming and crying in his memory.

Sketch noticed more scars as she looked closely; his twitching whiskers were uneven, missing a few on one side. She wondered what horrors he was reliving, that she brought back. "Oregon, you're safe now."

He opened his eyes and looked slowly up her unblemished body to her smiling, perfect face. He put her paws together and pushed them away as he sat back and lifted himself into the seat. "I'm damaged." He found his shorts and pulled them up to his knees.

She slid off the seat to her knees to catch his paws and his eyes. "You went through a lot, but you're okay now. You have a chance to start over with some good people. Maybe even start a family."

He thought about the families he knew and didn't want to have any more of that. He stood up stooped to pull up his shorts and turned to the door. "I'm damaged." He opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him.

Sketch got dressed as quickly as she could and got out of the van looking for the damaged rabbit morph. She saw Avery coming up the path with pink and white paint on his chest and two smiling rabbits walking behind him.

"That's all it is. I'm having an off day and y'all got lucky. Enjoy it while it lasts, cause I won't be going easy on you next time." He angrily fought with his helmet until it came off. "Go get changed." He unbuckled his armor and pulled it off, then shoved it at Etch with his helmet. "Wipe this down quick. I gotta piss."

The rabbit scowled and watched him walk into the woods, then grumbled, "Why don't you piss the paint off." He headed for the van and caught the door before they closed it.

"Come for another shot at our butts?"

Etch sighed, annoyed that with one slip he lost all chance of being taken seriously, "Just need a rag to clean Avery's equipment."

"Ugh, I don't want to hear anything about his equipment."

"After we tagged him the first time, he said we should enjoy our kill and ravage his body. Ew."

"Then he challenged us to get back to the van clean and ran ahead."

"We slipped past him and covered his back in paint."

"I see that." Etch looked at the back of the armor and saw more work.

"He played dead and said we should resuscitate him with mouth to mouth."

"And mouth to dick."

"I considered foot to dick."

"And mouth."

"We just left him there."

"But he caught up."

"Would serve him right if you left his stuff dirty."

"Like he is."

"He'd just take it out on me later." Etch groaned.

"He's such a loser."

"As if we could ever be interested in someone that can't even get our names right."

"Especially him. Ugh."

"It's not fair he's making you clean his stuff."

"Give it to us. We'll clean it."

"It's our mess anyway."

"Really? Thanks." Etch handed over the pads.

"Now get out of here so we can change."

"Don't worry. We'll take care of it."

"Wouldn't want Avery messing up your cute butt." The door closed.

"Wait, what?" Etch stared at the door for a moment as a smile crept onto his face, then started looking for his sister.

Sketch kicked a pine cone as she came back around to where she started.

"Hey sis, there you are. What's wrong?"

"I was talking with Oregon, after you set us up," she smacked his arm playfully, "and he said he's damaged and left. I can't find him anywhere. I think he ran off."

"He's too smart for that. He probably just wanted some alone time. Y'know I never saw him until he stepped out of those bushes. I bet he could disappear in the woods and you'd never find him if he didn't want you to."

"But I want to find him. I want to tell him I don't think he's damaged, at least not too damaged for me."

"You're really hung up on him."

"They tried to tear him down, but he only got stronger. I think he's wonderful."

"He's just..."

"Sketch, go open the gate! Everybody else get in the van!" Avery came back just as grumpy as he left.

Sketch groaned, then headed down the driveway to the gate.

When everybody was in the van, Avery locked the doors and jogged down the driveway.

Etch leaned over, "Hey Oregon, where were you? We were looking for you."

"Sketch was looking for me." He stared out the window toward the driveway.

"Were you hiding from her?"

"I was following..." He froze for a second, then unlocked the door, yanked it open and rushed out as a scream broke the silence.

"Sketch!" Etch bounded out the door and soon saw his sister running toward him with no shorts, past Oregon running toward Avery walking smugly from the gate with her shorts. They collided and she clung to her brother; Avery's expression didn't change until his feet left the ground and the angry rabbit propelled him over the fence.

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?"

Etch looked to the twins, then examined his trembling sister. "What did he do to you?"

Sketch found her breath, "He said he needed to claim his kill. At first he was just playful and stupid like he usually is, but then he unbuttoned my shorts and wouldn't let go. I screamed when I fell, but he kept pulling them off my legs."

"I knew he was horrible, but this is too far."

"He tried to make a pass at us in the woods today, but failed."

"Twice."

"I'm sorry he took it out on you."

"We both are."

Etch rubbed the back of his sister's neck soothingly and looked to Oregon standing at the gate. "Is he still alive?"

"I hope not."

"He can rot in the woods."

Oregon looked back at them solemnly. He knew he made a mistake, but would do it again.

Etch held his sister and moved slowly toward the gate. "He needs to be alive. If he's dead, we all are."

Sketch turned from her brother and wrapped her arms around Oregon. "Thank you for saving me."

He cautiously put his paws on her back. "You were already free. I only made things worse."

"I don't feel free anymore. It's like the stories we'd hear about bad owners that didn't just beat morphs or injure them," she tried to stroke his whiskers, but he flinched away, "they'd make them do bad things: sexual things or worse. It was always a fear, even with a good family, that something would happen and we could end up with a bad owner."

Etch rubbed his sister's neck soothingly, "That's over now; nobody can own us anymore."

"But it's not. His parents say we're free and they're teaching us how to live like humans, but he still treats us like he owns us, like a bad owner."

"She's right."

"We don't like this game."

"But we come because he tells us to."

"We're all still afraid, like he owns us."

"But he doesn't."

"We own us."

"Even if we own ourselves," Etch interrupted, "they own the land we live on. If we killed their son, even if they didn't turn us in for murder, we would have to start over, without their help."

"I killed him. You don't have to go." Oregon pushed Sketch away.

"I would have done the same thing."

"Me, too."

"I've thought about it, but didn't want to leave my sister." He hugged her. "I guess the first thing we should do is see if he's alive."

Oregon started to open the gate.

"Wait. What if he's just pretending?"

"Waiting for you to get close to surprise you."

Etch nodded, "I'll go check on him."

"NO!" "NO!"

"That's the opposite of what we meant!"

"Oregon can follow me out. I'll make sure he's alive and if he tries anything, Oregon can take him down again. Not kill!" he looked sternly at the other buck and pointed at him, "just... sit on him or something."

The twins looked at each other, then hurried back to the van.

Avery groaned and pushed himself onto his side. "You stupid rabbits couldn't take out the trash, let alone me. You surprised me, is all. And like you said, anything happens to me and you're all dead. My parents may want to help you, but they still love me more. So face it, you're not going anywhere and I'm not going anywhere. It's inevitable, one of these days you're gonna lift your tail for me and beg." He stared at Sketch salaciously.

"Your parent's haven is not your harem!" Etch shook the gate.

Avery laughed and started to get to his feet. "If I were in charge, it would be all females and they would walk around naked and because I control everything; food, money, any hope of ever leaving; they would bend over happily anytime I...Ow! Damnit!" He stood on one foot and looked at the other bent sideways. "Damnit! You're gonna pay for this one!"

The twins came running back wearing pads and pointed their markers at Avery.

"What are you gonna do? Those won't kill me."

Etch smiled as he caught on, "No, but you've taught us that they hurt."

Pop!

A pink ball splattered on the thigh of his good leg and he fell to the ground.

"Alright! Enough of this. Put your guns away and we'll all get in the van and pretend this never happened."

Etch leaned on the gate, "Not good enough. We're going to get in the van, go back to the refuge, and you are going to confess to your parents, not just what you did out here, but every time you have ever abused one of the morphs they are trying to help."

"No chance in hell that is ever happening."

Pop!

A white ball splattered on his shoulder.

"Ow! Stop that! Those are my guns!"

Sketch took Oregon's arm and led him back to the van.

Etch watched her leave and held his paw up to the twins. "Looks like we'll just sit out here as the sun goes down and it gets darker in the woods and we're inside the fence with the van and some wild animal deterrent guns. We can wait." He smiled at the twins and they smiled back.

Sketch leaned against the back of the van with her arms folded. "I'm scared that he's right. No matter how we get out of here, we can't trust Avery. One day he probably will find a way to corner me and I won't be able to get away." She fought back the cold dread and tears. "I... I don't want him to be my first."

"I'm still considering killing him. We can tell his parents he fell out of a tree."

She chuckled morbidly at his casual suggestion, then pushed away the thought. "I would rather..." Suddenly she couldn't find the courage to say it out loud. She looked up at his scarred face, waiting patiently for her to finish uttering her wish. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn't going to try to take it like Avery. She had to say it. She just couldn't look at his strong gaze and looked at her paws as she dropped her arms. "I would rather... you... be my first."

Oregon took a step back. "No you don't."

"Don't say you're damaged." She looked up at him, now feeling angry with every horrible person that ever hurt him.

"You can wait until we get back to the refuge and find a much better choice than me."

"There is no better choice. Nothing they did to you changed who you are and that's what I want. I want you." She grabbed his cheeks, not letting him pull away and stared into his strong eyes. When he tried to speak, she kissed his lips and pushed his rebuttal back with her tongue.

Avery chuckled, "While you're busy defending your slut sister, she's giving it away to any idiot behind your back."

Etch turned to see Oregon push Sketch against the back of the van as he kissed her.

Pop! Pop!

A pink splatter on his forehead and a white splatter on his groin sent Avery into a groaning fetal position.

"You're wrong, Avery. That's my sister getting what she wants, because she's free to make that choice. And you're going to watch, because you don't have any choice right now. We're staying right here until you agree to confess. Right here with three beautiful female rabbit morphs choosing to not have sex with you, because they are free."

"We are free, Avery, not your sex toys."

"Free to make our own choices."

"Free to decide what we want and who we play with."

"We don't like playing with you."

"Hunters don't fuck their kills."

"Ew."

"We play with who we like."

"This is a real hunter."

"One that hits his target."

Etch tensed in surprise as they both grabbed his butt.

"One that respects his prey."

"And his fellow hunters."

Avery flinched as their barrels pointed at him again and their free paws roamed Etch's body.

"One that deserves to be rewarded."

They leaned in and blew gently on his whiskers making him tingle in anticipation all over his body.

"But you're not even worthy of watching."

"Because you can't even remember our names."

They pointed their guns at him and he panicked, covering his crotch and face, "Okay. Okay. Okay! I give up! I'll tell my parents what happened."

They shook their guns at him.

"All of it!"

Etch pulled himself together as he noticed the twins' satisfied smiles and he realized they were done playing with him. He chided himself for thinking they were going to do anything in front of Avery and decided he needed to do anything he could to convince them to play later.

Sketch knew she had to take charge to get what she wanted and unbuttoned his shorts to slip her paw inside. She moaned in satisfaction as she found what she was looking for. They hadn't taken what mattered to her in that moment; he was undamaged. She lifted her leg to wrap it around his waist and he picked her up, pressing her against the back of the van. His kisses were strong, but still tender, as if he had wanted it so long that he was afraid he might break her now. She pulled her panties aside and as she guided him into her, he finally took over.

Oregon felt relief overtake him as he let himself accept that she wanted him. No more crying does tied to a breeding stock. No more beatings for a weak performance. No more lost family. He heard everything she said again and this time he believed it and he moaned in release and relief as he bred an unblemished, unbound, unowned, and willing doe that chose him.

"So can we get out of here? I'm gonna need some help getting to the van."

The three rabbits at the gate looked at each other, then Etch cautiously opened the gate while the twins kept their guns aimed.

"That's not necessary. I gave up."

The twins didn't flinch.

Etch helped Avery to his feet and they hobbled through the gate.

Oregon noticed them coming and quickly closed his shorts, then hurried to retrieve Sketch's, so she could put them on.

Avery tried to climb into the driver's seat and screamed in pain. He leaned against the side of the van catching his breath. "I can't drive with this ankle. We're stuck. There's no signal out here, so I can't even call for help."

Everyone looked at each other, wondering if this was another trick from Avery.

"I had a chauffeur license for a while, but it's expired now."

Avery looked at Oregon and smirked, "Morphs aren't allowed to drive."

"The chauffeur license required that a human be in the car, but I know how to drive."

"Well aren't you full of surprises, Gordon. Help me get in the other side before I give you the keys."

Etch and Oregon walked Avery around to the front passenger seat and everyone climbed in. The twins sat in the middle and kept their guns on Avery while Sketch cuddled against her brother in the back. They drove in silence, but the unspoken conversation discussed all the ways things had and would change after that night.

Sketch pulled her brother's arms close around her and whispered, "Etch, I think I feel free now."

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