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The highly agreeable little vixen doesn't know what she's getting herself into, making friends with a person like that. At the very least she's enjoyed herself!", "writing": "Tilde sits down on a stump, and looks out at the swamp in the slowly waning light of the evening. Hours wandering out here in circles had slowly turned the girl around until she could barely tell which direction the town might lay in, and she was getting tired. The flat smooth-topped stump was almost as big as her bed was at home, and made a good place to flop down even if it was a lot harder than her mattress.\n\n\"Lost.\" Tilde mutters, staring up at the sky and wondering when she'll find the witch. The sky had a faint glow that told her which way to go if she were to give up, but doing that would be failing. That would make Chelsea unhappy, and Tilde didn't want to do that.\n\n\"Are you, girl?\" Said a voice from nearby, a low feminine purr. It was the type of voice that one might worry about, with a tone that whispered of hidden intentions. \n\nBending her neck, Tilde looked up across the stump to see the rabbit woman standing over her. At first glance one might notice her piercing eyes and sly expression, contrasting her pink coloration and long lop ears that would otherwise make her look cute. \n\n\"Oh, hello. Yeah, I think I am. Are you?\" Tilde asked the strange woman, who smiled in response before seating herself on the opposite edge of the stump. She was wearing an apron, with pockets on the front filled with small glass vials and bottles, a few of them glowing, but apparently nothing else based on the visible fur up her thighs and hips as she sat.\n\nThe rabbit smoothed out her apron before responding, \"Oh no, I'm definitely not. What is your name, little girl?\"\n\n\"I'm Tilde.\" She said, rolling over to sit up and pull her fluffy yellow tail around to smooth it.\n\n\"Tilde, hm?\" The woman purred, \"You may call me Tory. Why are you out here at this time, Tilde?\"\n\nThe woman seemed pleasant enough for Tilde. She was being nice, even if it was a little strange for her to be out here at this time as well. At least the woman brought a light source out here, because the glow of the fireflies in the swamp wasn't helping much in the waning light.\n\n\"I need to find the swamp witch and get her hat. Do you know where I can find her?\" Tilde asks, which garners a raised eyebrow from Tory.\n\n-\n\n\"If I did know where the swamp witch is, what do you need her hat for? Do you think it'll make you a witch as well?\" Tory asked, a smug smile on her face. \nThis little girl had wandered into her swamp willingly, as so many had done before, asking something of her. A price would be paid in return, and Tilde was a delicious looking little morsel. She did seem overly calm about the situation though.\n\n\"Oh no. I need to bring it back to Chelsea. She wants proof the witch exists.\" Tilde answered guilelessly. As if it were as simple as that.\n\n\"Interesting,\" Tory croons, \"And what do you get out of that?\"\n\nTilde's face was oddly blank for a moment, like she was struggling to process this question. It shouldn't have been a difficult one. Surely the girl was doing this for friendship, or to join a clique, or something of the like. Tory had seen many foolish teens and children wander into her swamp for such petty hopes of popularity, before the local town began putting up the fence to hopefully prevent that. It hadn't.\n\nAfter a moment the girl answers, \"It makes Chelsea happy?\"\n\n\"And you want to make your friend happy?\" Tory asks, since the answer was just strange enough to beg the question.\n\n\"Chelsea isn't my friend. She says she hates me.\" Tilde says. The answer is baffling.\n\n\"Why would you do something to make her happy, then? What do you gain from it, Tilde? What reason would you have to come into my swamp for that?\" Tory asks, slightly exasperated. She knew of the things that were said about her and her swamp, she knew of the warnings. The fence and the danger signs.\n\n\"Because it... makes Chelsea happy?\" Tilde answers, confused as to why that is a problem before catching the rest of the question, \"Is this your swamp? Are YOU the witch?\"\n\nThere was something very broken in this little girl, Tory realized. It was an intriguing thing to encounter this evening. She seemed to truly wish to please this Chelsea for such a simple reason.\n\n\"I am the witch of this swamp, Tilde. But I do not have my hat with me today.\" Tory answers, feeling out how the girl would react.\n\n\"Oh, Chelsea will be disappointed. Could you help me get your hat?\" Tilde asks quietly. Her expression is one of hopeful hesitance, her pointed ears partially lowered in worry. The fact that she didn't shrink back in fear or shock at having finally encountered the witch said something about the girl's strange priorities.\n\nGetting up off the stump, Tory walked around the side of it to stand directly in front of the young fox-like girl. She'd rotated around to sit and look directly up at the witch, giving her a good look. The girl was petite, flat chested, wearing an oversized sweater that hung down onto her thighs. and hid anything underneath. Adorable purple irises set in black sclera gave her a striking gaze.\n\n\"I can, Tilde. But I always ask a price in return for my aid. Are you willing to pay whatever price I ask?\" Tory asks, looking down at the girl. She seemed hesitant about the question, like she wasn't sure about such a thing.\n\nA new tactic might help.\n\n\"You seem like you need friends, Tilde. It would make me very happy, and I'd be your friend if you said yes.\" Tory states, thinking surely it can't be so easy. But it was. \n\n-\n\nWell that made it much easier for Tilde. Tory would be happy if she helped her with this, if she agreed to her price. That was simple, that was easy.\n\nPeople were complicated, and Tilde didn't often understand them. But that was something she always understood. They wanted things, and if she could help them with what they wanted it would make them happy, and it made her happy to make them happy.\n\n\"Oh yes, I'd love to help. What do you want?\" Tilde asked, interested to see what sort of problem she could solve for a witch. \n\nTory was making a weird expression at her answer though, which made her worry that she'd messed up somehow. Surely she was supposed to agree to the request, right? It didn't make sense to ask for something you didn't want.\n\n\"You're quite the interesting girl. We're going to play a game, one I think you'll enjoy. \" Tory said, leaning in closer with a sly smile on her face. It might have even been something to be wary of, except of course she said Tilde would enjoy it, so there was nothing to worry about.\n\nAt Tilde's nod, Tory's hands began roaming up her thighs with a gentle stroking motion, sliding up the sides of her hips. They brush past the edge of her sweater dress, dragging underneath for a moment before continuing up, barely exposing the edges of her pink panties. She'd never experienced being touched like that before, and it gave her a shiver to feel Tory's hands roam up her front to cup her head with both hands. \n\n\"Perfect,\" Tory murmured, before her mouth descended to meet Tilde's. The girl was familiar with the concept of kisses, but this was something new. The soft lips of an adult, pressing up against hers, mouth opening. Tory's tongue slipping softly into her mouth, exploring, meeting her own tongue. A heady rush of remembering seeing teenagers doing this, even them breaking the rules that only adults should be doing this. Tilde's stomach felt warm, her body telling her to keep doing this, keep engaging in this.\n\nListening to her body, the girl began exploring back with her own tongue, wrestling with the older rabbit. It elicited a moan of delight from Tory, a moan without parting lips that seemed to echo right into her head. She was making Tory happy, and the feeling was so delightful Tilde barely realized when she'd somehow gone from sitting up to laying on her back, the woman's body pressed across hers as she knelt astride. The world itself seemed to spin around her, all else lost other than the feeling of being kissed.\n\nSuddenly, it ended. Tory's lips pulled away, pulling back, still straddling her but with enough room to focus upon her. Tilde struggled to catch her breath, surprised to find herself gasping for air, her heart pounding in her chest, butterflies in her stomach. The butterflies had apparently displaced the prior heat, and pushed it downward, lower. It was a molten warmth in her hips, one that matched the smouldering gaze she was receiving from the witch above her.\n\n\"Is that... we're not done, are we?\" Tilde asked, unsure about exactly how this game goes but hoping that wasn't it. She felt unsatisfied.\n\n\"Oh no, we're only starting.\" Tory whispers, smiling in delight.\n\n-\n\nTory sighed in enjoyment, looking down at the aroused girl. \n\nTilde was just perfect. Pliable, looking to please, excited to do whatever she's asked. Small enough to be fun to play with, but apparently not so much so that she wasn't fully capable of engaging in this. The girl had only been kissed (though it was a thorough sort of kiss) and she was actively asking for more. She WANTED it, and Tory was more than willing to give her what she desired.\n\nThe girl bit her lip as Tory stood up, apparently nervous about what comes next, though the blush on her face betrayed her interest. She wanted to see something else about Tilde, though. It only took the slightest amount of effort to grab the girl by the hips and flip her over, eliciting a slight \"Eep!\" of surprise in the process, but revealing the girl's rear end. \n\nPink panties clad a round, squeezable butt that just begged to be groped. Her slightly oversized tail made the back of Tilde's sweater ride up, likely a constant problem when walking about. Tory cupped those soft cheeks, noticing the girl's blushing confused glance over her shoulder. It was a surprise that nobody had yet seen this ass peeking out as she went about her day and chosen to take advantage of it before now.\n\n\"What um, are you-\" Began Tilde, before Tory's hand came down to stroke the softness barely outlined in those panties, a wet spot already visible. She immediately transitioned into a moan at the feeling, while the rabbit found her fingers absolutely drenched with the motion. \n\n\"You just stay there and relax.\" Said Tory, as she reached up to drag those panties down and off the girl's hips, leaving them around her knees. The exposed vulva was plump, soft, and absolutely dripping wet with only the barest hint of pink showing. Unspoiled, unused.\n\nBending down, Tory opened her mouth, and extended her tongue to lick, one long stroke up from the girl's clit up through her slit, tasting the sweetness. It caused a wild jerk and shiver from Tilde, her tail fluffing up across her back as the foreign feeling shot through her immature form. The only sound from the girl was a muffled whine as she pressed her head into the stump.\n\nGripping Tilde by the hips, Tory placed her mouth up against those lower lips, looking to delight the girl with something she didn't do to everyone she met. Her tongue stroked, separated, and then slid in, and then further in, its unexpected length a personal pride of the witch. \n\nAs she delved in, she could feel Tilde jerk and inhale in a wild gasp, showing her surprise. Her hips locked in place by Tory's firm grip, panties restraining her knees, all the girl could do was twitch and curl her toes as her tiny pussy spasmed and clenched down, juices squirting out in response. It was almost astonishing how deep the girl was, as Tory had to reach almost full extension to lick at her cervix, which only earned a further moan of astonished pleasure. Like she was made for this, made to be used by someone so much bigger than her.\n\nQuickly settling into an extended tonguing session, Tory made out with the underage pussy in front of her. Extending, pulling back, roughly scraping at her g-spot, tenderly probing at the cervix. Every movement, every new action only made the girl wetter, making her pant and gasp in lusty abandon. Tilde's thighs kept trying to close in, to protect her girlish parts from the onslaught, but were easy to hold back.\n\n\"I don't- don't know what-\" The girl moaned, barely able to force out her confusion at what was happening. Tory paused for a moment, pulling back and extricating her tongue to savor the taste and the sight of the dripping fur down her thighs, but if the girl thought she was done she would be sorely mistaken. After only a moment's reprieve the assault began again in earnest, faster this time. It's possible she'd already had an orgasm, or multiple based on the clenching muscles of her vagina. It could be hard to tell with someone so young.\n\nAfter yet another squealing wail, one causing a few birds to startle away from a nearby tree in surprise, Tory decided she's had enough of this. It was a delight, and one she could probably do for hours, driving the girl into a delirium of pleasure, but there was something else she wanted to do. Her cock, conjured as needed for enjoyments such as this, had risen to steel-rod readiness underneath her apron at the taste of Tilde, and it was time to introduce this girl to it. There would likely be many more opportunities in the future to play with her after all, as the witch wouldn't give up such a willing toy as this girl.\n\nTory pulled back to take a good look at her results so far, smugly satisfied at the slowly shaking girl laying limply on the stump, her ass up in the air and sweater riding up. It was a sight she decided she'd want to see more often. Right now though, the panties around the young girl's knees would only make the next part difficult. They slid right off, to be tucked into one of the pockets on her apron.\n\n\"Enjoy yourself?\" Tory purred, only getting a moan in response. It seemed like an affirmative moan. Though even if it had been a negative, she would have continued. This was payment after all.\n\nFlipping the girl over again, Tory looked down at her new toy. \n\nTilde's violet eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, but her breathing slowed down now that she was no longer being put through one orgasm after the next. The sweater dress was scraped up along the front, small threads coming loose from rubbing against the stump, and her arms lay limp, even if her hands slowly clenched at the air slightly still. Despite looking like she'd been put through a marathon, she still managed to focus her eyes upon Tory and smile a little.\n\n\"Perfect. My turn now, Tilde.\" Tory said, reaching up to pull free the knot holding her apron up on her neck as she fished something out of her pocket, before releasing it to fall on the soft dirt below, and exposing the lack of clothing underneath.\n\nThe girl's eyes widened at the sight of the witch's cock, which grew into an expression of worry as Tory pulled her forward until her ass was at the edge of the stump, the erection being dropped down to land on her. The cum-packed balls of the older woman sat between Tilde's legs, her throbbing length laid along much of her torso. It wouldn't seem like it could possibly fit, but that was what the small bottle of lube was for, brewed specifically to help here.\n\nAs Tory slathered the cool liquid along her length, never taking her eyes off Tilde's, the young girl asked, \"Um, what- what now?\"\n\n\"Now, I put this where my tongue just was, and you make me very happy.\" She responds, finishing up and tossing the bottle aside. It almost might not have been necessary, seeing how deep the girl was even without it, but this way they would definitely both enjoy themselves.\n\nTilde's face was uncertain, looking at the massive member, but nodded eagerly. A child so eager to please, so please she would.\n\nPulling back, Tory lifted the girl's legs up to push them back, knees up near pointed ears, exposing her sopping wet slit. It looked so small compared to the head of her cock as she lined it up, before beginning to push.\n\nAt first it seemed like it wouldn't give, like she'd end up pushing Tilde across the stump, but gradually her hole stretched. Her wetness greatly helped with the girth, but even then it was definitely normally too large for such a small pussy. Thankfully the magicked lube helped, and with a forceful pop the cockhead slipped inside.\n\nLooking up from where she'd been watching the entry, Tory checked on Tilde. She appeared to be slightly insensate, her eyes rolled up into her head, the strange black sclera an interesting sight as her body had gone limp underneath the rabbit witch. It was an enjoyable thing to see, but worth pausing to let the girl come back to herself so she could properly enjoy the next step. It was only once that one lost their virginity.\n\nAfter a long minute of feeling her cockhead being squeezed tight within the small hole, which easily kept Tory as hard as steel from the grip, the girl blinked and dazedly looked down and met her gaze. Her mouth tried to move, to ask what was going on, but she still seemed confused at the signals her body was trying to send her. \n\n\"Next time, I'll have you on top, and you can learn how to use these hips of yours, but this time...\" Tory begins to push forward, her girth spreading the girl and sliding in slowly, inch by inch.\n\n\"This time I'm going to use you. It's a special occasion, after all.\" Feeling her cock meet the girl's cervix, she then pushed, one more ferocious shove. She wasn't all the way to her base yet.\n\nThis last push bulged the girl's stomach out, stretching her past any reasonable size, her velvety walls gripping Tory's shaft like a vice. The lube made it possible, but it still made Tilde scream out as she was pushed past her limits, a mix of pleasure and the slightest of pains. Credit to the girl for having taken more unaided than some adults could. A perfect little toy. \n\nBeing as she was such a perfect toy, now it was time to play.\n\n--\n\nTilde's entire world was a haze of pleasure. \n\nShe'd never known anything like this was what came after the kissing. The teenagers always hurried off to do things in private, never where someone her age could have seen this. It was pleasure so potent it shattered her and put her back together with every moment, her head swimming. Her vision was flashes of white as her mind was overloaded with pure ecstacy.\n\nThe tongue thing had been surprising, had been amazing. She'd almost passed out just experiencing what was done to her, but it was something that made sense to her. It was just kissing but down below. \n\nThis was something else.\n\nTilde had known that not everyone had the same thing between their legs. She'd seen younger boys running around without their pants, knew that they had something that dangled, but women had what she had, right? Except the witch, the wonderful woman, had shown her something big and thick and impossible and told her she was putting it inside Tilde. It would have been terrifying, but she'd been reassured. This was how the game went, and this would make them both very happy.\n\nSomewhere in there, Tory had finally put her thing in, but Tilde didn't remember. She'd felt pushing, and then everything went white. Now the whole thing had been pushed inside, and the pleasure, oh the pleasure.\n\nIt had been like her tongue, but so so much more. It had ripped through her, filled her, crashed through her and come out in a scream she couldn't hold in, her head filled with fireworks and light. It was amazing, she wanted more, and was confused how this was a price at all.\n\nThen Tory began to thrust, and she understood the price as she struggled to hold onto her mind. In and out, grinding through her, stretching her. Everytime the woman pulled back Tilde felt empty, felt her lungs fill with air, before she pushed forward again, pushing the air right out of her, and filling her beyond understanding. The woman had her bent practically in half to let her do this, had climbed up onto the stump and slid her up further onto it, with something beneath the woman's parts slamming into her butt with every thrust. They were pushed together, Tilde practically being crushed under Tory's weight, her sheer size above her pressing down, her breasts smothering and pressing down, as her speed accelerated. \n\nEven Tory was breathing heavily at this point, staring down at Tilde with a wide-eyed intensity, the woman's golden eyes piercing. Tilde had stopped breathing entirely, lightheaded from the intensity of what was being done to her. It was going to break her, it would shatter her and she would dissolve and there wouldn't be any Tilde anymore, she knew it. This was her world now.\n\nSuddenly, without warning, Tory's mouth came down to meet hers, a rough kiss meeting her lips as she slammed one more time and then stopped, her hips shuddering and shaking. \n\nTilde suddenly felt a blast of burning hot heat, deep inside, a feeling of purest pleasure and delicious pain, and with a blast of white in her head she felt her mind fly apart.\n\n-\n\nBreathing heavily, Tory pulled out of the girl. It took a long moment to drag herself out of Tilde's tight tunnel, her tip popping out with a sucking noise. It was immediately followed with a flood of cum rushing out, as the bloated girl slowly began to drain, a white puddle forming below her plush tush and dripping gradually off the side of the stump.\n\nBreathing in deeply of the crisp night air, she eyed the unconscious child. \n\nTilde had been on the verge of deliria through the rough fucking she'd been subjected to. Initially she'd intended to be gentler to the girl but it'd been hard to resist pushing harder and harder, using her as the toy she so clearly wished to be in her heart. Someone who lived to please. At the end she'd apparently simply passed out in response to Tory finishing.\n\nTilde was too good not to keep, but Tory had made some promises she would keep.\n\nAs she thought about this, the girl's eyes drifted open, and she met Tory's. There wasn't a trace of fear or worry in those eyes, just hope that she'd done well. It would be good to reward that.\n\n\"You did well, I'm pleased.\" Tory stated, scooping up her apron once more, noticing the delight on Tilde's exhausted face.\n\n\"You did so well,\" She continued, \"That I'm going to improve the deal. In return for this, you get to be my friend. How would you like that?\"\n\nTilde nodded, but then asked worriedly, \"But, your hat? For Chelsea?\"\n\n\"Chelsea will happily get her proof, and she'll have to pay her own price for it. You did your part for her.\" Tory reassured the girl. A smile grew on her face thinking on what would come later.\n\nBending down to pull the girl up to sit, bracing the wobbling child as she did, she pulled out a small pink ribbon from seemingly nowhere, oddly warm with a strangely fur-like texture, and tied it around Tilde's neck. It didn't quite fit with her yellow fur or purple sweater dress, but it would stick out easily to anyone who knew what it meant. The girl was claimed.\n\n\"With this, you're my friend, and I protect my friends. Now I'm going to take you home.\" Tilde stated kindly, reassuringly. It was easy to hoist the much smaller girl in her arms, and begin walking toward the glow of the town in the distance. She began to fall asleep in the witch's arms as she walked, and Tory smiled smugly at the slow drip of her cum flowing out and onto the ground and leaving a trail behind them. \n\nThe girl would be found safely in bed in the morning, but anyone who saw the cum dripping down her legs and the ribbon would know what had been done.\n\n-\n\nA few hours later, Chelsea startled awake.\n\nThe weasel girl had watched the weirdo walk off into the swamp to find the witch, and as soon as she was out of sight Chelsea had gone home to have dinner. She'd gone to bed knowing that Tilde was likely lost in the swamp looking for the stupid urban legend, just to make her happy. She was a freak, but it was fun to push her around so hopefully she'd wander back eventually. It didn't disturb her sleep either way knowing she was out there though.\n\nBut something had woken her up. She normally slept through till morning, and something had disturbed her this time. Sitting up, she blinked in the darkness. Her room was too dark to make out anything as she didn't sleep with any lights on, as was proper for someone who wasn't a child any longer. \n\nSuddenly, her curtains drew back, letting moonlight stream into the room.\n\nStanding over her bed was a shadow, taller than either of her parents. Taller than anyone she knew. It loomed in the darkness, but looking up with breath caught in her chest, Chelsea saw a pair of golden gleaming eyes looking down at her in a shadowed face.\n\n\"I understand you wanted proof the witch exists, Chelsea. Now you'll get your proof, for a price.\" The shadow purred, a soft tone of mocking malice. \n\nJust barely in the darkness, Chelsea could make out a grin. \n\nHer parents would find a ribbon tied around her bedpost come morning, and know where she'd gone. Thankfully the girl would appear again in her bed a few weeks later, but she'd never speak about what she experienced. Chelsea would be a lot quieter around others, and never bully again. \n\nShe also would never approach the swamp again. \n\nChelsea knew the witch existed. She'd had her proof.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Tilde sits down on a stump, and looks out at the swamp in the slowly waning light of the evening. Hours wandering out here in circles had slowly turned the girl around until she could barely tell which direction the town might lay in, and she was getting tired. The flat smooth-topped stump was almost as big as her bed was at home, and made a good place to flop down even if it was a lot harder than her mattress.

"Lost." Tilde mutters, staring up at the sky and wondering when she'll find the witch. The sky had a faint glow that told her which way to go if she were to give up, but doing that would be failing. That would make Chelsea unhappy, and Tilde didn't want to do that.

"Are you, girl?" Said a voice from nearby, a low feminine purr. It was the type of voice that one might worry about, with a tone that whispered of hidden intentions.

Bending her neck, Tilde looked up across the stump to see the rabbit woman standing over her. At first glance one might notice her piercing eyes and sly expression, contrasting her pink coloration and long lop ears that would otherwise make her look cute.

"Oh, hello. Yeah, I think I am. Are you?" Tilde asked the strange woman, who smiled in response before seating herself on the opposite edge of the stump. She was wearing an apron, with pockets on the front filled with small glass vials and bottles, a few of them glowing, but apparently nothing else based on the visible fur up her thighs and hips as she sat.

The rabbit smoothed out her apron before responding, "Oh no, I'm definitely not. What is your name, little girl?"

"I'm Tilde." She said, rolling over to sit up and pull her fluffy yellow tail around to smooth it.

"Tilde, hm?" The woman purred, "You may call me Tory. Why are you out here at this time, Tilde?"

The woman seemed pleasant enough for Tilde. She was being nice, even if it was a little strange for her to be out here at this time as well. At least the woman brought a light source out here, because the glow of the fireflies in the swamp wasn't helping much in the waning light.

"I need to find the swamp witch and get her hat. Do you know where I can find her?" Tilde asks, which garners a raised eyebrow from Tory.

-

"If I did know where the swamp witch is, what do you need her hat for? Do you think it'll make you a witch as well?" Tory asked, a smug smile on her face.
This little girl had wandered into her swamp willingly, as so many had done before, asking something of her. A price would be paid in return, and Tilde was a delicious looking little morsel. She did seem overly calm about the situation though.

"Oh no. I need to bring it back to Chelsea. She wants proof the witch exists." Tilde answered guilelessly. As if it were as simple as that.

"Interesting," Tory croons, "And what do you get out of that?"

Tilde's face was oddly blank for a moment, like she was struggling to process this question. It shouldn't have been a difficult one. Surely the girl was doing this for friendship, or to join a clique, or something of the like. Tory had seen many foolish teens and children wander into her swamp for such petty hopes of popularity, before the local town began putting up the fence to hopefully prevent that. It hadn't.

After a moment the girl answers, "It makes Chelsea happy?"

"And you want to make your friend happy?" Tory asks, since the answer was just strange enough to beg the question.

"Chelsea isn't my friend. She says she hates me." Tilde says. The answer is baffling.

"Why would you do something to make her happy, then? What do you gain from it, Tilde? What reason would you have to come into my swamp for that?" Tory asks, slightly exasperated. She knew of the things that were said about her and her swamp, she knew of the warnings. The fence and the danger signs.

"Because it... makes Chelsea happy?" Tilde answers, confused as to why that is a problem before catching the rest of the question, "Is this your swamp? Are YOU the witch?"

There was something very broken in this little girl, Tory realized. It was an intriguing thing to encounter this evening. She seemed to truly wish to please this Chelsea for such a simple reason.

"I am the witch of this swamp, Tilde. But I do not have my hat with me today." Tory answers, feeling out how the girl would react.

"Oh, Chelsea will be disappointed. Could you help me get your hat?" Tilde asks quietly. Her expression is one of hopeful hesitance, her pointed ears partially lowered in worry. The fact that she didn't shrink back in fear or shock at having finally encountered the witch said something about the girl's strange priorities.

Getting up off the stump, Tory walked around the side of it to stand directly in front of the young fox-like girl. She'd rotated around to sit and look directly up at the witch, giving her a good look. The girl was petite, flat chested, wearing an oversized sweater that hung down onto her thighs. and hid anything underneath. Adorable purple irises set in black sclera gave her a striking gaze.

"I can, Tilde. But I always ask a price in return for my aid. Are you willing to pay whatever price I ask?" Tory asks, looking down at the girl. She seemed hesitant about the question, like she wasn't sure about such a thing.

A new tactic might help.

"You seem like you need friends, Tilde. It would make me very happy, and I'd be your friend if you said yes." Tory states, thinking surely it can't be so easy. But it was.

-

Well that made it much easier for Tilde. Tory would be happy if she helped her with this, if she agreed to her price. That was simple, that was easy.

People were complicated, and Tilde didn't often understand them. But that was something she always understood. They wanted things, and if she could help them with what they wanted it would make them happy, and it made her happy to make them happy.

"Oh yes, I'd love to help. What do you want?" Tilde asked, interested to see what sort of problem she could solve for a witch.

Tory was making a weird expression at her answer though, which made her worry that she'd messed up somehow. Surely she was supposed to agree to the request, right? It didn't make sense to ask for something you didn't want.

"You're quite the interesting girl. We're going to play a game, one I think you'll enjoy. " Tory said, leaning in closer with a sly smile on her face. It might have even been something to be wary of, except of course she said Tilde would enjoy it, so there was nothing to worry about.

At Tilde's nod, Tory's hands began roaming up her thighs with a gentle stroking motion, sliding up the sides of her hips. They brush past the edge of her sweater dress, dragging underneath for a moment before continuing up, barely exposing the edges of her pink panties. She'd never experienced being touched like that before, and it gave her a shiver to feel Tory's hands roam up her front to cup her head with both hands.

"Perfect," Tory murmured, before her mouth descended to meet Tilde's. The girl was familiar with the concept of kisses, but this was something new. The soft lips of an adult, pressing up against hers, mouth opening. Tory's tongue slipping softly into her mouth, exploring, meeting her own tongue. A heady rush of remembering seeing teenagers doing this, even them breaking the rules that only adults should be doing this. Tilde's stomach felt warm, her body telling her to keep doing this, keep engaging in this.

Listening to her body, the girl began exploring back with her own tongue, wrestling with the older rabbit. It elicited a moan of delight from Tory, a moan without parting lips that seemed to echo right into her head. She was making Tory happy, and the feeling was so delightful Tilde barely realized when she'd somehow gone from sitting up to laying on her back, the woman's body pressed across hers as she knelt astride. The world itself seemed to spin around her, all else lost other than the feeling of being kissed.

Suddenly, it ended. Tory's lips pulled away, pulling back, still straddling her but with enough room to focus upon her. Tilde struggled to catch her breath, surprised to find herself gasping for air, her heart pounding in her chest, butterflies in her stomach. The butterflies had apparently displaced the prior heat, and pushed it downward, lower. It was a molten warmth in her hips, one that matched the smouldering gaze she was receiving from the witch above her.

"Is that... we're not done, are we?" Tilde asked, unsure about exactly how this game goes but hoping that wasn't it. She felt unsatisfied.

"Oh no, we're only starting." Tory whispers, smiling in delight.

-

Tory sighed in enjoyment, looking down at the aroused girl.

Tilde was just perfect. Pliable, looking to please, excited to do whatever she's asked. Small enough to be fun to play with, but apparently not so much so that she wasn't fully capable of engaging in this. The girl had only been kissed (though it was a thorough sort of kiss) and she was actively asking for more. She WANTED it, and Tory was more than willing to give her what she desired.

The girl bit her lip as Tory stood up, apparently nervous about what comes next, though the blush on her face betrayed her interest. She wanted to see something else about Tilde, though. It only took the slightest amount of effort to grab the girl by the hips and flip her over, eliciting a slight "Eep!" of surprise in the process, but revealing  the girl's rear end.

Pink panties clad a round, squeezable butt that just begged to be groped. Her slightly oversized tail made the back of Tilde's sweater ride up, likely a constant problem when walking about. Tory cupped those soft cheeks, noticing the girl's blushing confused glance over her shoulder. It was a surprise that nobody had yet seen this ass peeking out as she went about her day and chosen to take advantage of it before now.

"What um, are you-" Began Tilde, before Tory's hand came down to stroke the softness barely outlined in those panties, a wet spot already visible. She immediately transitioned into a moan at the feeling, while the rabbit found her fingers absolutely drenched with the motion.

"You just stay there and relax." Said Tory, as she reached up to drag those panties down and off the girl's hips, leaving them around her knees. The exposed vulva was plump, soft, and absolutely dripping wet with only the barest hint of pink showing. Unspoiled, unused.

Bending down, Tory opened her mouth, and extended her tongue to lick, one long stroke up from the girl's clit up through her slit, tasting the sweetness. It caused a wild jerk and shiver from Tilde, her tail fluffing up across her back as the foreign feeling shot through her immature form. The only sound from the girl was a muffled whine as she pressed her head into the stump.

Gripping Tilde by the hips, Tory placed her mouth up against those lower lips, looking to delight the girl with something she didn't do to everyone she met. Her tongue stroked, separated, and then slid in, and then further in, its unexpected length a personal pride of the witch.

As she delved in, she could feel Tilde jerk and inhale in a wild gasp, showing her surprise. Her hips locked in place by Tory's firm grip, panties restraining her knees, all the girl could do was twitch and curl her toes as her tiny pussy spasmed and clenched down, juices squirting out in response. It was almost astonishing how deep the girl was, as Tory had to reach almost full extension to lick at her cervix, which only earned a further moan of astonished pleasure. Like she was made for this, made to be used by someone so much bigger than her.

Quickly settling into an extended tonguing session, Tory made out with the underage pussy in front of her. Extending, pulling back, roughly scraping at her g-spot, tenderly probing at the cervix. Every movement, every new action only made the girl wetter, making her pant and gasp in lusty abandon. Tilde's thighs kept trying to close in, to protect her girlish parts from the onslaught, but were easy to hold back.

"I don't- don't know what-" The girl moaned, barely able to force out her confusion at what was happening. Tory paused for a moment, pulling back and extricating her tongue to savor the taste and the sight of the dripping fur down her thighs, but if the girl thought she was done she would be sorely mistaken. After only a moment's reprieve the assault began again in earnest, faster this time. It's possible she'd already had an orgasm, or multiple based on the clenching muscles of her vagina. It could be hard to tell with someone so young.

After yet another squealing wail, one causing a few birds to startle away from a nearby tree in surprise, Tory decided she's had enough of this. It was a delight, and one she could probably do for hours, driving the girl into a delirium of pleasure, but there was something else she wanted to do. Her cock, conjured as needed for enjoyments such as this, had risen to steel-rod readiness underneath her apron at the taste of Tilde, and it was time to introduce this girl to it. There would likely be many more opportunities in the future to play with her after all, as the witch wouldn't give up such a willing toy as this girl.

Tory pulled back to take a good look at her results so far, smugly satisfied at the slowly shaking girl laying limply on the stump, her ass up in the air and sweater riding up. It was a sight she decided she'd want to see more often. Right now though, the panties around the young girl's knees would only make the next part difficult. They slid right off, to be tucked into one of the pockets on her apron.

"Enjoy yourself?" Tory purred, only getting a moan in response. It seemed like an affirmative moan. Though even if it had been a negative, she would have continued. This was payment after all.

Flipping the girl over again, Tory looked down at her new toy.

Tilde's violet eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, but her breathing slowed down now that she was no longer being put through one orgasm after the next. The sweater dress was scraped up along the front, small threads coming loose from rubbing against the stump, and her arms lay limp, even if her hands slowly clenched at the air slightly still. Despite looking like she'd been put through a marathon, she still managed to focus her eyes upon Tory and smile a little.

"Perfect. My turn now, Tilde." Tory said, reaching up to pull free the knot holding her apron up on her neck as she fished something out of her pocket, before releasing it to fall on the soft dirt below, and exposing the lack of clothing underneath.

The girl's eyes widened at the sight of the witch's cock, which grew into an expression of worry as Tory pulled her forward until her ass was at the edge of the stump, the erection being dropped down to land on her. The cum-packed balls of the older woman sat between Tilde's legs, her throbbing length laid along much of her torso. It wouldn't seem like it could possibly fit, but that was what the small bottle of lube was for, brewed specifically to help here.

As Tory slathered the cool liquid along her length, never taking her eyes off Tilde's, the young girl asked, "Um, what- what now?"

"Now, I put this where my tongue just was, and you make me very happy." She responds, finishing up and tossing the bottle aside. It almost might not have been necessary, seeing how deep the girl was even without it, but this way they would definitely both enjoy themselves.

Tilde's face was uncertain, looking at the massive member, but nodded eagerly. A child so eager to please, so please she would.

Pulling back, Tory lifted the girl's legs up to push them back, knees up near pointed ears, exposing her sopping wet slit. It looked so small compared to the head of her cock as she lined it up, before beginning to push.

At first it seemed like it wouldn't give, like she'd end up pushing Tilde across the stump, but gradually her hole stretched. Her wetness greatly helped with the girth, but even then it was definitely normally too large for such a small pussy. Thankfully the magicked lube helped, and with a forceful pop the cockhead slipped inside.

Looking up from where she'd been watching the entry, Tory checked on Tilde. She appeared to be slightly insensate, her eyes rolled up into her head, the strange black sclera an interesting sight as her body had gone limp underneath the rabbit witch. It was an enjoyable thing to see, but worth pausing to let the girl come back to herself so she could properly enjoy the next step. It was only once that one lost their virginity.

After a long minute of feeling her cockhead being squeezed tight within the small hole, which easily kept Tory as hard as steel from the grip, the girl blinked and dazedly looked down and met her gaze. Her mouth tried to move, to ask what was going on, but she still seemed confused at the signals her body was trying to send her.

"Next time, I'll have you on top, and you can learn how to use these hips of yours, but this time..." Tory begins to push forward, her girth spreading the girl and sliding in slowly, inch by inch.

"This time I'm going to use you. It's a special occasion, after all." Feeling her cock meet the girl's cervix, she then pushed, one more ferocious shove. She wasn't all the way to her base yet.

This last push bulged the girl's stomach out, stretching her past any reasonable size, her velvety walls gripping Tory's shaft like a vice. The lube made it possible, but it still made Tilde scream out as she was pushed past her limits, a mix of pleasure and the slightest of pains. Credit to the girl for having taken more unaided than some adults could. A perfect little toy.

Being as she was such a perfect toy, now it was time to play.

--

Tilde's entire world was a haze of pleasure.

She'd never known anything like this was what came after the kissing. The teenagers always hurried off to do things in private, never where someone her age could have seen this. It was pleasure so potent it shattered her and put her back together with every moment, her head swimming. Her vision was flashes of white as her mind was overloaded with pure ecstacy.

The tongue thing had been surprising, had been amazing. She'd almost passed out just experiencing what was done to her, but it was something that made sense to her. It was just kissing but down below.

This was something else.

Tilde had known that not everyone had the same thing between their legs. She'd seen younger boys running around without their pants, knew that they had something that dangled, but women had what she had, right? Except the witch, the wonderful woman, had shown her something big and thick and impossible and told her she was putting it inside Tilde. It would have been terrifying, but she'd been reassured. This was how the game went, and this would make them both very happy.

Somewhere in there, Tory had finally put her thing in, but Tilde didn't remember. She'd felt pushing, and then everything went white. Now the whole thing had been pushed inside, and the pleasure, oh the pleasure.

It had been like her tongue, but so so much more. It had ripped through her, filled her, crashed through her and come out in a scream she couldn't hold in, her head filled with fireworks and light. It was amazing, she wanted more, and was confused how this was a price at all.

Then Tory began to thrust, and she understood the price as she struggled to hold onto her mind. In and out, grinding through her, stretching her. Everytime the woman pulled back Tilde felt empty, felt her lungs fill with air, before she pushed forward again, pushing the air right out of her, and filling her beyond understanding. The woman had her bent practically in half to let her do this, had climbed up onto the stump and slid her up further onto it, with something beneath the woman's parts slamming into her butt with every thrust. They were pushed together, Tilde practically being crushed under Tory's weight, her sheer size above her pressing down, her breasts smothering and pressing down, as her speed accelerated.

Even Tory was breathing heavily at this point, staring down at Tilde with a wide-eyed intensity, the woman's golden eyes piercing. Tilde had stopped breathing entirely, lightheaded from the intensity of what was being done to her. It was going to break her, it would shatter her and she would dissolve and there wouldn't be any Tilde anymore, she knew it. This was her world now.

Suddenly, without warning, Tory's mouth came down to meet hers, a rough kiss meeting her lips as she slammed one more time and then stopped, her hips shuddering and shaking.

Tilde suddenly felt a blast of burning hot heat, deep inside, a feeling of purest pleasure and delicious pain, and with a blast of white in her head she felt her mind fly apart.

-

Breathing heavily, Tory pulled out of the girl. It took a long moment to drag herself out of Tilde's tight tunnel, her tip popping out with a sucking noise. It was immediately followed with a flood of cum rushing out, as the bloated girl slowly began to drain, a white puddle forming below her plush tush and dripping gradually off the side of the stump.

Breathing in deeply of the crisp night air, she eyed the unconscious child.

Tilde had been on the verge of deliria through the rough fucking she'd been subjected to. Initially she'd intended to be gentler to the girl but it'd been hard to resist pushing harder and harder, using her as the toy she so clearly wished to be in her heart. Someone who lived to please. At the end she'd apparently simply passed out in response to Tory finishing.

Tilde was too good not to keep, but Tory had made some promises she would keep.

As she thought about this, the girl's eyes drifted open, and she met Tory's. There wasn't a trace of fear or worry in those eyes, just hope that she'd done well. It would be good to reward that.

"You did well, I'm pleased." Tory stated, scooping up her apron once more, noticing the delight on Tilde's exhausted face.

"You did so well," She continued, "That I'm going to improve the deal. In return for this, you get to be my friend. How would you like that?"

Tilde nodded, but then asked worriedly, "But, your hat? For Chelsea?"

"Chelsea will happily get her proof, and she'll have to pay her own price for it. You did your part for her." Tory reassured the girl. A smile grew on her face thinking on what would come later.

Bending down to pull the girl up to sit, bracing the wobbling child as she did, she pulled out a small pink ribbon from seemingly nowhere, oddly warm with a strangely fur-like texture, and tied it around Tilde's neck. It didn't quite fit with her yellow fur or purple sweater dress, but it would stick out easily to anyone who knew what it meant. The girl was claimed.

"With this, you're my friend, and I protect my friends. Now I'm going to take you home." Tilde stated kindly, reassuringly. It was easy to hoist the much smaller girl in her arms, and begin walking toward the glow of the town in the distance. She began to fall asleep in the witch's arms as she walked, and Tory smiled smugly at the slow drip of her cum flowing out and onto the ground and leaving a trail behind them.

The girl would be found safely in bed in the morning, but anyone who saw the cum dripping down her legs and the ribbon would know what had been done.

-

A few hours later, Chelsea startled awake.

The weasel girl had watched the weirdo walk off into the swamp to find the witch, and as soon as she was out of sight Chelsea had gone home to have dinner. She'd gone to bed knowing that Tilde was likely lost in the swamp looking for the stupid urban legend, just to make her happy. She was a freak, but it was fun to push her around so hopefully she'd wander back eventually. It didn't disturb her sleep either way knowing she was out there though.

But something had woken her up. She normally slept through till morning, and something had disturbed her this time. Sitting up, she blinked in the darkness. Her room was too dark to make out anything as she didn't sleep with any lights on, as was proper for someone who wasn't a child any longer.

Suddenly, her curtains drew back, letting moonlight stream into the room.

Standing over her bed was a shadow, taller than either of her parents. Taller than anyone she knew. It loomed in the darkness, but looking up with breath caught in her chest, Chelsea saw a pair of golden gleaming eyes looking down at her in a shadowed face.

"I understand you wanted proof the witch exists, Chelsea. Now you'll get your proof, for a price." The shadow purred, a soft tone of mocking malice.

Just barely in the darkness, Chelsea could make out a grin.

Her parents would find a ribbon tied around her bedpost come morning, and know where she'd gone. Thankfully the girl would appear again in her bed a few weeks later, but she'd never speak about what she experienced. Chelsea would be a lot quieter around others, and never bully again.

She also would never approach the swamp again.

Chelsea knew the witch existed. She'd had her proof.
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