"Posture!"
The cry rang out in the mirror-walled room, easily carrying over the music and having an instant effect on all of us. Miss Sylvie never told us who had made a mistake. If she sees it fit to issue a reprimand, we all have to try harder. To try to be perfect. It seemed a ridiculous thing to expect from a class of boys who were all eleven or twelve years old, but then again this wasn't really a class.
It was a production.
I focused on my own movements as the leopardess stalked around us, slitted eyes scanning for any flaw, no matter how tiny. She'd told us early on that mistakes can be small, but never insignificant. The pace she set was demanding to say the least, but we all thought of ourselves as lucky to have been accepted. Those who weren't went back to studying ballet while we were starting our careers.
Sylvie Remaut had been a prodigy - a rising star seemingly destined to join the legends until she shocked the world by ending her career before it had reached its zenith. And she shocked them all again when she started putting on productions of her own. In a world dominated by venerable ballet companies she'd created a prestigious troupe of her own seemingly overnight, and where once she was lauded as a talent the press was now hailing her as a visionary.
She built her success on reinterpretations of classic pieces, which some referred to as irreverent while others claimed it was a revival. We were even now rehearsing what was (hopefully) to be her next masterpiece. As the main theme rang out through the hall, it was easy to recognize the classic melody as Swan Lake, but by sight alone few would have guessed. How could they, when Sylvie was the only female in the room?
The swans were all boys, like me, and the leopardess played the role of the Prince. A strange reversal, but it made sense from a practical standpoint. Being an adult she was bigger than any of us and could lift a boy with ease, especially since none of us in the troupe were particularly robust. Something that was especially apparent since the shoes were the only thing we wore for practice and rehearsals.
We had been shocked when Sylvie had first instructed us to peel of our leotards and not to bother with them in the future. We'd all blushed as red as beets at the strange request, but she explained it was a part of her Vision. We'd been told the moment we came there that there was no room in her production for anyone who was unwilling to follow her Vision, and every one of us was determined to do anything to stay. Sylvie didn't put on little recitals after all, shows where the audience consisted mainly of parents. These were world-renowned shows, the work of a woman regarded as a genius. Who were e to ask questions?
She'd explained to us that there were several reasons for dancing au naturel. The first was that while here we were to hide nothing from her. While we were her dancers, she was our mistress, and this had been no idle boast. The studio she'd rented was remote, isolated form the world so as to allow nothing to intrude and divert attention. It was also our home for the time being, which really placed our lives in Miss Sylvie's hands. She determined how we spent our time, when and what we ate, when we went to bed. I remember the thick stack of papers my parents had to sign before I was accepted, and wondered just what they'd all meant.
The second reason for our nudity was awareness. Sylvie had said that even when not observing others our eyes soaked up the things around us, and that was why nothing was to be hidden from them. The play of muscle under fur is subtle but instructive, she insisted, and a lot of what children learned was gleaned from observation. With that in mind she strived for everything was saw or heard to be somehow significant to our education and training.
As she stalked among us she herself was dressed, although barely. A camisole hung from thin straps running across her shoulders and she had a wispy wrap around her waist that reached half-way down her thighs. But we knew she wasn't a hypocrite when it came to nudity. When she danced she wore nothing but shoes, same as us. And when we did our exercises even those came off.
For anything that didn't require a hard-wood floor and barres we went outside, but since the place was in the middle of a grove there were enough trees around that Mistress Sylvie insisted we remain au naturel. We did our workouts on an immaculate lawn, lined up around a small reflective pool in the house's courtyard. A symbolic lake, as Mistress Sylvie called it, and even though this place looked old and fancy enough to have such a decoration, some of us wondered if she'd had it built just for us.
It might seem like a ludicrous idea, but we weren't really sure how far she'd go to fulfill her Vision. At least not yet...
*******
"All right, that will be enough for today. Odette, Odille, I need you two to stay behind. The rest of you are free to relax until dinner." She said. I knew for a fact she knew my name was Tyler just as she knew the other boy's name was Matthew, but more often than not she referred to us by our character's names, which sometimes made me a bit antsy, and especially now that she'd singled the two of us out. "You may take your shoes off..." she added, which was a relief since it meant we wouldn't need to do any more dancing. Both the russet-furred bunny and I wasted little time undoing the ribbons and taking off the last bit of clothing we had.
Mathew stood facing the leopardess with his ears folded demurely back and his hands clasped in front of him. Despite the imposing nature of the character he portrayed the rabbit boy was fairly meek and obedient, but then again we were all pretty submissive when Sylvie was stalking around. He was my equal as a dancer and I sometimes suspected I got the leading role due to my appearance. I was a fennec, and a white one to boot, so I figured I made an obvious choice for the white swan. My fur would be sure to blend with my costume, once I was allowed to wear it, so I supposed it was a good thing I was getting used to dancing stark naked.
"I wanted to talk to you two about your performance..." Sylvie began, pausing to mull on her words before continuing "You have the movement right but there's more to ballet than that. We have to tell a story on that stage, and not being able to speak or even sing makes it all the more difficult. You have to express complex ideas with nothing but dance. The story we will be telling is one of love, loss, fear and sorrow, and at your age you haven't really felt those emotions yourself. You lack specific experiences, and there is only one way to really rectify that..."
She wasn't stern like usual. She had a wistful tone in her voice and her eyes seemed to be looking at both me and something that only she could see. The Vision, presumably.
"When Odille appears on stage I need your response to be one of dread. She comes to take your last hope of love and happiness. You are an excellent dancer, but I will need to see that fear from you if I am to keep you as my white swan. Are you still determined to play the leading role?"
"Y-yes, Miss Sylvie! I'll do anything you need me to..." I quickly blurted out. Being called an excellent dancer by the feline who was stingy with compliments had stroked my self-esteem, but the thought of getting replaced made me a bit panicky.
"I suspected you would..." she said, cupping one side of my face and looking me in the eye. But soon enough I could see her eyes getting that glassy look that told me she wasn't seeing me, but rather something her mind had conjured up. "I am going to have to cause you some distress, but I need you to endure and learn from it as much as you can. But first stand with your feet shoulder-width and a half apart, bend over and put your hands on the barre with your wrists crossed..." she said.
Her words had been disturbing, but instructions were different. By now I'm sure my body was obeying Sylvie's words as if the commands came from my brain, and in a moment I was facing myself in the mirrored wall. The leopardess then took a length of ribbon and to my surprise wrapped it around my wrists before tying it to the wooden rail I was gripping.
"Odille is going to violate you..." she said, her gaze still a bit glassy and her tone a strange mixture of regret and excitement. "He's going to take something very precious from you while you are powerless to stop him. And I'll need you to focus on your feeling while he does, because I will want you to feel that way on stage..."
As she spoke I still couldn't really believe what she was saying. I could see Matthew standing behind me, his ears still folded as he looked anxiously at my reflection and wondered if the feline saw the same timid boy I did. But while I was shocked and confused by what she was saying, the bunny looked like he was trying to gather his courage. Like this had already been explained to him...
Sylvie took a bottle of lotion form her bag and standing there I still just felt confused and a little bit silly. I still wasn't sure what was happening, but for some reason when she gripped the base of my tail and gently but firmly pulled the bushy appendage up my pulse began to race and I found myself almost panting. And that was before I felt something cold and gooey touch the spot of bare skin just under my tail.
Like the other dancers, I was no stranger to Mistress Sylvie's touch. In order to correct either movement or posture she would lay her hands on our limbs, waists, behinds and heads, but her finger was now pressing against one of the few spots on my body where she'd never touched me before. The fine white fur covering my face did little to hide my blush, and with the mirror in front of me I could see pink first appear and then spread across my cheeks.
"Come closer..." the leopardess said, and with me restrained I figured she was addressing Matt. The bunny did as he was told, trying to force a look of determination on a face that really wasn't made for it.
"Haaaaahh!" I heard the bunny gasp, making a face that would have been funny if I wasn't in this disturbing position myself.
My body was blocking the view of what was happening, but I could see that Sylvie was shaking her other hand or something like that. Whatever she was doing was making Mathew's whole body tense up and make weird little noises. The sight of him was enough to distract, and even relax me at a time I could least afford to be relaxed.
               It was my turn to gasp and make a funny face when the leopardess' finger pushed past my pucker, the first knuckle sinking in until my tail-hole clenched up on reflex. It scared me a little but it didn't really hurt all that much. Still, it was humiliating to be bent over like this with the feline poking around under my tail in full sight of the panting bunny behind me. And as I checked the mirror there was no doubt that Matt was looking, eyes pointed down where Sylvie's finger was sinking further between my cheeks.
               "That's it, keep your tail up..." she said, her voice perfectly steady as if she was correcting my performance during rehearsal. I blushed a deeper shade when I realized my thick tail had been up the whole time. It had bristled a little when Mistress Sylvie had first shoved her finger in me, but it hadn't occurred to me to lower it and at least preserve some shred of modesty.
               "Hmm, this isn't working..." she said, although she seemed to be looking down at Matt's crotch as she did. "Stroke it yourself and keep looking at him. I'm going to try something different."
               I had no idea what wasn't working or what the leopardess intended to try. I saw her put the middle finger of the hand that had been busy doing something to the bunny in her mouth, and once she'd wetted it the digit once again disappeared from view. This time the rabbit boy let out an honest-to-goodness squeak, and I couldn't help but notice that his face looked a lot like mine.
               "There we go. Now just remembered what we talked about and do as I taught you..." she said to Matt, not even looking at me as she pushed her finger deeper in, apparently intent with smearing me with the lotion inside and out. Part of me was afraid because I had no idea what was going on, but I remembered that I had promised Sylvie I would do what it takes to be worthy of the lead role. Trusting her not to really hurt me and believing that this would make sense later, I did my best to ignore the finger busily pumping away at my poor behind.
               "Looks like you're ready..." she said, and I wasn't sure which one of us she was addressing, although in retrospect it could have been both. And in retrospect, I know that neither of us really was... 
               She stopped doing whatever she'd been doing to Mathew and I could see her nudging the bunny closer to me as she pulled her finger out. I saw her get some lotion again but this time the hand covered in it seemed to be meant for Matt rather than me. It went where I couldn't see it again, but I could see her arm moving the same way it had before, although this time it was accompanied by a 'schlk-schlk' noise.
After she was done she grabbed my cheeks with both hands and my big ears flicked back as she pulled them apart, putting me on humiliating display for the bunny behind me who was staring under my tail with a strange look in his eyes. I was sure I could feel his gaze on my exposed and greased pucker until I actually felt something touch me back there. I thought maybe it was Matt's finger, but the moment I felt his hands on my hips, I knew it had to be something else. It may seem strange, but I was clueless about sex and had no idea which part of the bunny I was feeling or what was about to happen.
"Focus..." Sylvie said, and this time I knew she was addressing me.
"Wha-aaaaaaaaH!" I squeaked out, interrupted when the thing prodding at my tail-hole was suddenly pushed against it.
After the lotion, and with the way Mistress Sylvie was prying my cheeks apart the head of Matt's shaft sunk easily inside me, my pucker only clenching up after the other boy had penetrated me. My virginity was gone before I even realized I had it, and I would later learn (although not to my surprise) that Mathew's had gone along with it. The bunny drew in a shuddering breath and stopped dead, the fingers on my hips tightening a little as the head of his shaft throbbed under my tail.
"Remember this..." Sylvie spoke, her muzzle close enough to me that I could feel her warm breath against my ear. "Feeling helpless as someone enters you, afraid but powerless to stop them as they take more and more from you..." she almost whispered, and I could hear a hint of regret in her tone, although I wasn't sure if she felt sorry for me or for Odette.
In any other circumstance the look on Matt's face would have been hilarious, but the confusion I felt coupled with how grim the leopardess' words had sounded at that moment really did make me afraid of the other boy. There was also some pain as he kept pushing in even though my body was trying to push him out. Clueless as I was, I knew now which part of Matt was inside me, although I still couldn't understand why he was doing it or why it felt this intense.
For some time now my shaft would occasionally slip out of its sheath, and I knew that playing with it felt kinda nice, although if I did it would take forever for it to go back down. As Mathew's lapine length slid a little further into my speared butt I was sure that the rabbit was far bigger than I was. I felt stretched to my limit and the length sliding under my tail felt endless. I was sure I had taken at least six or eight inches so far. Just when I was about to cry out and beg for Mistress Sylvie to stop this I felt Matt's hips on my abused behind and heard the bunny begin to pant as if he'd just ran up a flight of stairs.
"Good Mathew. Now like I taught you. Use him..." the feline next to me said, never taking her eyes off the mirror and my face.
Her words barely registered because at that point Matt had begun sliding his cock out of me. My eyes lost focus at the relief that the monster I imagined had been stuffed up my behind was being removed and that this whole thing was over. But he'd barely pulled out half way out when he reversed direction, spearing me once again although this time the whole thing went in me in less than a second. The thrust knocked the breath out of me and I barely managed to get it back before Mathew repeated the whole thing.
Mistress Sylvie kept speaking softly, but I could no longer make out what she was saying. I could see Matt in the mirror, his eyes glued to where his shaft disappeared over and over under my tail as he began to thrust against my rear. It hurt, but the pain wasn't why I was crying out and on the verge of tears. I felt afraid and humiliated, without any idea what was being done to me. I remembered Sylvie telling me about how she wanted me to feel dread, and I hoped that I would only need to do this once to make her happy.
I remember Mathew had looked mindless as he gripped my boyish hips, grunting and panting with every thrust against my rump. The length pistoning in and out of me still hurt, but I was beginning to feel other things, and without having any idea what they were they just wound up making me feel more ashamed and more scared. My head dropped down and I was startled to see about two inches of my own shaft sticking out of my sheath for some reason. But I didn't have time to contemplate that, because I soon felt the leopardess next to me gently take hold of my chin and pull my muzzle back up.
"Focus. Study your own reflection. He won't last and I want you to remember what you looked like when it happened..." she said, her voice taking on that distant quality that told me she wasn't really seeing what was happening in front of her. The idea that the only adult around was drifting off into some world of her own was terrifying at the moment because I had no idea what would happen to me.
To me, the whole ordeal had taken an eternity, but I know now that it had been quite brief. As scary as Matt was to me, he hadn't been able to keep that pace up for very long. I remember the strange feeling of his cock twitching inside me, the rabbit boy grunting as his thrusts became shallower and shallower until he was just grinding himself against me. I remember the way his fingers had tightened on my hips with surprising strength as he grunted, eyes closed and his lenght buried as deep inside me as it would go. And I remembered feeling strangely warm back there, my mind still spinning and my breathing still ragged, Mistress Sylvie's hand on my chin keeping my head up and my eyes pointed at the flustered fennec in front of me.
Mathew held himself still inside me but I could feel his thingy twitching even though the rest of his body seemed frozen. Then after a while the tension in him broke and his shoulders slumped, the grip on my hips grew slack and his chest started rising and falling as he seemingly remembered to breathe. I gasped when I felt movement under my tail, worried that he might start the whole thing over again, but I was pleasantly surprised when he pulled all the way out, and puzzled when I felt something leaking from back there.
My butt still ached, but I began to realize fear had been the worst part and was sure he hadn't hurt me nearly enough for me to bleed. Clueless as I was, I had become convinced Matt had peed a little inside me, but was embarrassed about it and was pretending that nothing had happened. I felt a little better once Sylvie began untying my hands, and as I looked at Mathew's reflection I felt silly that I had been afraid of such a timid looking boy. And even sillier once I caught a glimpse of what was between his legs.
As he pumped away at my butt, I had built up this image of something enormous swinging between the bunny's slim thighs, but the glistening pink length still looking a little stiff was at most as big as mine, and that was about five inches! I also caught a glimpse of a whitish goo dripping from the tip of his cocklet before Sylvie handed him some paper towels and he wiped it off. She did the same thing to my behind, using a mercifully gentle touch and making me wonder just what the bunny had shot up my butt. I was also surprised when the feline's paper-covered finger dipped into me just a little so easily that I didn't even notice, worrying for a second if my pucker would ever fully close again.
"Were done for today. You two are free to do whatever you like, but after dinner I want you to pack up your things. You know the room where I'm sleeping?" she asked and we both nodded. "Your new room is down the hall from mine. There is a single bed and you'll be sharing it." she said, and the turned to look at me before continuing "After lights out, if there's anything Mathew wants you to do for him, you are to do it without complaint. Listen to him as you would to me, understood?" she asked, and I just nodded, feeling worried about what was in store for me, but determined to do whatever it took to make it.
*******
The rest of the day went normally, but I started feeling butterflies in my stomach after Matt and I both got ready for bed. We both got dressed and slipped under the blanket, and I was reaching for the bedside lamp when he spoke up.
"Tyler, did it... hurt? Earlier today?" he asked and I left the light on and turned to face him. He lowered his ears and had a hard time looking me in the eyes, and I found it hard to believe this was the same boy who mere hours earlier had been gripping my hips and pumping his thingy in and out of my tail-hole.
"Yeah. I mean, I'm better now, just a little sore but it did hurt while you were..." I trailed off. I still had no idea what the thing Matt had been done was called, but I found myself to bashful to describe it.
"I... I didn't mean to. But Miss Sylvie said we had to do it to be the best dancers we could be. She said you had to be afraid of me but... I don't really like the idea of somebody being afraid of me."
"Well, it's only supposed to be on the stage. I mean, when we're Odette and Odille..." I said, feeling a little awkward, but not for the same reason as when I got into bed, worried that Matt would order me to lift my tail or something like that. "Did... I mean, was it painful for you?" I asked, remembering the strange noises the rabbit had made.
"No! It felt..." he said with a start, his ears flopping up as he rose to one elbow "...it felt kind of... amazing." 
"Like, how amazing?" I asked, confused about how pushing your thingy into someone could feel all that great.
"Like nothing else... did you ever... you know - cum?" he asked, dropping his voice even though there was no one around to overhear us.
"What's that mean?" I asked, figuring it must be something good if you had to whisper about it.
"Well, I only did it once before this afternoon. You get your thingy hard, you stick it in something and you keep pushing in and out until you cum and squirt this white goo..."
"What did you stick it in?" I asked, my brain almost conjuring the image of Mathew doing to Mistress Sylvie what he'd done to me before it discarded it as absurd. Still, before it did, I could feel a little tingle between my legs.
"Well, Miss Sylvie showed me how on this little thingy that looks like a rubber tube but is a lot wobblier. She used lotion on the tube and on my cock - that's what she called my weenie - and then held it about this high and told me to thrust in and out of it. Well, first she had to get my thingy hard. She tried stroking it and that felt nice but I was still a little soft and wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Then she said it was taking too long and smeared some lotion on one finger. The next thing I knew she'd shoved it under my tail, and that felt weird at first, but then she found something back there that was like a button connected to my we- my cock."
"Yeah, but... how good can that possibly be?" I asked, still unable to comprehend why the bunny was talking about it like it was the greatest thing in the world. But then I remembered the way Sylvie had been touching him, and for some reason the idea made me tingle some more down there.
"Y-you want to find out?" he asked me, suddenly looking a bit bashful.
"How?" I asked. I thought he was going to suggest we sneak into Miss Sylvie's room and steal that rubber tube, which I had no intention of even trying.
"Well... you could stick yours in me." Mathew gave me a strange look when he said that, both eager and bashful but that wound up with me looking away as heat rose to my face. I also noticed I was taking deeper breaths and wondered why the question made me react this way.
"You know it's going to hurt when I... I mean if we..." I tried to say, stumbling over my words when I realized that some part of me seemed to have already made the decision.
"I know but it's only fair. I did the same thing to you. And I don't think it's going to be as bad. I mean, we don't have to do any of the serious stuff, and I'm not supposed to feel fear from you, so we can just sort of... do whatever feels right." He said. I later realized that Sylvie's skilled finger had made the bunny curious about having something under his tail, but at the time I thought he was the coolest person ever for volunteering to do all that just to make things fair between us. At that time I was still struggling to believe that doing the humping could feel good, and was sure that being humped was always awful.
"Okay, so how do we... you know - start?"
"Okay, first lemme get... here!" he said, rummaging around in his bag until he pulled out a small tub of hand cream. "First just smear some of this over your thingy so that it goes in easier..." he said, and I did as instructed. When I pulled down my pajama bottoms I wasn't surprised to see about three inches of red staring back at me, since the conversation had gotten me strangely excited.
Stroking my length with a paw slick with lotion felt a lot better than doing so without it, but neither of us still knew that we could cum just by doing this. When I saw the little bump at the base of my cock I knew it was all the way out and turned to look at Mathew only to see he'd already turned around. He'd pulled his pajamas down so that his lapine but was sticking out, his brush-like tail raised and a little pink spot just barely visible between his cheeks in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
"Okay, now just smear some under my tail and then you can just sort of... scoot up and put it in..." he said, looking over one shoulder as I got a dollop on one finger and brought it to his pucker. I couldn't explain it but I felt so excited my hand was trembling just a little as I touched the hairless spot between the rabbit's fuzzy cheeks, my big ears perking up at the weird little noise he made when I pushed my finger against it. At first I felt him clench up the way I had and wondered if he'd changed his mind, but then he suddenly relaxed just as I was rubbing the cream in and my finger slipped a little into him.
Neither of us said a word when I pulled my finger out, nor when I carefully laid myself down next to Matt and spooned up to the heavily-breathing bunny. The lamp was at my back so I could barely see what I was doing, and I only knew I'd found the right spot when I heard the rabbit boy gasp and felt smooth skin against the tip of my shaft. It really felt better than I dreamt it would, and after taking a second to both savor the sensation and catch my breath I began to push against the lubed lapine pucker.
"Aahhhh! Wait, wait..." he suddenly squeaked out, and I was surprised at how much self-control it took to stop myself from thrusting into him.
"What's the matter?" I asked, hoping the bunny hadn't had a change of heart at the worst possible moment.
"I just got kinda scared... Do you mind if we try this so that I can see your face during...?"
"Uhh, okay..." I said. I wasn't sure if that would help, but I really wanted things to pick up where they'd left off, so I scooted back and gave him some room.
He got on his back and spread his legs, motioning for me to climb on top. It felt a little strange and both of us were a little too shy to look each other in the eye. I tried to find Matt's hole again, but after a few misses and a painful jab at his little lapine coin purse, we knew that this wouldn't really work.
"Wait, lemme try something..." the bunny said, grabbing his legs under the knees and pulling them up. "Try now..." he said, easily holding the pose. I could see that his butt was raised off the sheets now, the cheeks spread apart enough to give me a good glimpse of that messy pucker. I got back on top of him and supported myself with one arm while the other guided my cock. I found that amazing spot and pressed just a little before looking up at Mathew's face.
The bunny looked a lot more eager now, nodding his head and seemingly holding his breath. I could feel my tapered tip get just a little bit inside when he clenched up, but I felt it was just a reflex so I got ready to give a little thrust. I figured I'd just get the tip in, but Matt had relaxed just as I gave my first pump, and I ended up shoving almost half of my young cock into the warm lapine behind.
"Haaa...haaaa..."
"Are you okay?" I asked, fighting an urge to push deeper. He was right - just being half-way in that tight bunny butt felt so amazing I could feel my ears twitching, and he said it got better when you squirted. But I had no idea what the noises he was making meant and I didn't want to hurt him.
"Mmmm-hmm. Just go s-slow..." he said, out of breath but apparently not in pain.
I waited a few seconds until we both got some of our breath back before gently pushing myself deeper into the softly grunting bunny. He was so tight and warm around me that every inch felt like heaven, and every now and again he would clench up for just a second and I felt something inside me tense along with him. It was kind of like when you almost sneeze but stop about half-way through, and it would have felt frustrating if it wasn't for the velvety embrace of Matt's bunny-butt.
I almost couldn't believe it when I ran out of inches and I could feel my hips pressing against the lapine behind, both of us panting as we took a moment to adjust. My knot was still slim and had gone in without either of us really noticing, but we'd learn about that a little later on. My muzzle was now inches away from Matt's, close enough that I could feel his pants against my whiskers. His pucker was now making tiny little clenches every second or so and it felt so good that I acutely didn't bother moving at all until he spoke up.
"Okay, I think... I think I'm used to it..." the rabbit said, and I honestly believed that he was simply winded because it hurt to have something buried in your rump. But despite the position we were in we still didn't know anything, although at that point Matt was probably beginning to suspect that having a cock under your tail could feel nice. "You can start moving in and out now..."
I hesitated for a second because being hilted inside him felt so amazing that I honestly couldn't believe anything could compare. But as I began to withdraw my eyes almost rolled back in my head as the lapine sphincter clung to my shaft, the bunny under me letting out a soft whimpering sound as inch after inch left his rear until I pulled out too much and slipped out of his behind.
"S-sorry..." I stammered, quickly using one trembling hand to grab my shaft and guide it back to the rabbit's hole.
"It's okay, just don't pull -aah!- too far out. Just go about half way..." he said, letting out a little squeak when I found my target and slid back in.
I did as he said and soon found my rhythm - gently rocking back and forth and making sure that enough of me stayed buried between the bunny's cheeks so that I wouldn't slip out. I began to realize what Mathew had meant - this felt better with every stroke as the tingle I'd felt between my legs grew into something huge. I guess he was also right about this hurting less when you weren't scared - with just the two of us in the room taking it slowly, Matt didn't seem to be in any pain at all.
"Y-you can g-gnhhh!- go faster..." he grunted and I braced my arms and knees against the mattress as I began to do just that.
Humping Matt faster felt even better, and I'm sure that after a few strokes I was pumping into his upraised rump with every bit of strength left in me. We were both panting and making the weirdest noises, but neither of us seemed to care. The amazing new feeling kept building inside me until it turned into a strange tension. And I knew I was only making it worse with every pump against the lapine rump but I couldn't bring myself to slow down, let alone stop.
But in the end the choice wasn't up to me. I hadn't noticed Matt's pucker tugging on the base of my shaft the last couple of times, but the next time I tried to withdraw I heard the rabbit squeak and I stopped. If I hadn't I might have pulled out my knot before I tied with Matt, but as it happened the unseen lump was growing with every heartbeat and there were a lot of those in the few seconds I stood motionless above the panting rabbit.
"S-stay... stay..." he panted and I did just that. I didn't know what my knot was ding and to me it just seemed like the already tight bunny-butt was growing even tighter. "B-button..." he managed to say before the squeaked out word turned into a high-pitched whine.
For a while I just looked at him dumbfounded before remembering what he'd mentioned - that Sylvie had found some fort of 'button' up his butt that had felt amazing. I kept my eyes on Mathew's face because I was worried I might wind up hurting him, but if I had bothered to look down I now know I would have seen his little pink cock fully erect and twitching against his flat belly. The rabbit bit his lower lip with his long incisors, muffling himself as he began to gently move his rump. They were tiny bucking motions, but with my knot now snugly buried up his tail even that miniscule movement felt mind-blowing. Soon I began to grind my hips against his butt, and I suppose that to anyone watching it would have looked like we were barely moving at all. But every tiny movement rubbed my engorged knot against the bunny's hidden joy-buzzer, making his pucker clench around my swollen shaft which had me biting my own lip.
There was this strange moment when my vision blurred and I thought I was going to faint or something when Matt suddenly squeaked out, his hands releasing his legs as all four limbs wrapped themselves around me. I was still dumbstruck when the bunny pulled his head up (or pulled mine down, I'm still not sure which) and pressed his muzzle against mine. Then it hit me.
I could feel muscles I didn't know I had begin to suddenly flex, the trapped shaft throbbing and twitching until I felt sweet release for the first time in my life. A boy's first time is generally with his own paw, and even Matt had his first splooge with a pocket-pussy, but I had nothing to prepare me for the sensation of my shaft erupting and painting the clinging rabbit's insides with thin streams of watery vulpine spunk.
My eyes had closed at some point as I squirted away, and I was still squirting when I opened them and remembered I was kissing another boy. It might seem strange to forget your first kiss, especially when you were in the middle of it, but I was having a lot of firsts all at once and my brain was having a hard time coping. It hadn't been much - we just had out lips pressed against each other's and out muzzles slightly open, but in the midst of that bliss it had seemed significant, and I wasn't sure if I should be the one to break it. 
Mat did it soon enough, finally lowering his head as the need for air overrode the need for intimacy. He was panting like he'd run a mile and looking down I could see his flat chest rising and falling. And looking just a little further down, I caught sight of something more surprising. The light between us was pretty bad but I remember I could just make out the throbbing head of the lapine cock as it shot the last few gooey spurts over its owner's tummy. It was only then that I became aware of something soaking into my own fur, realizing I'd gotten a few ropes while we were pressed together.
"I'm -hah!- still stuck..." I gasped out, still panting on top of the equally breathless bunny.
"I can tell. It goes soft -huff!- after you finish up... but yours is still squirting..." he replied, and that seemed like a good enough explanation. 
Neither of us knew what a knot was or how they worked, and I suppose we should have freaked out by being stuck like that, but in the post-coital haze it didn't really seem to matter. I just settled down on top of Matt, not minding the mess he'd made on his belly and surprising myself by how much I was enjoying being this close to him. He still had his legs and arms wrapped around me, but he was no longer gripping me like before. I'm not sure how long we would have stayed like that if his legs hadn't eventually slipped, his but hanging for a brief second from my knot before the thing popped out. 
I'm sure the expression on our faces when we finally saw what was between my legs was priceless. We'd also been taken by surprise by just how much I'd left inside that bunny-butt. Matt had managed to clench up long enough for me to grab a bunch of paper towels which he kept pressed under his tail as he made a quick dash for the bathroom. Once he left I realized just how exhausted I was after everything that had happened during that day, not to mention the energy we'd just spent, but I did my best to stay awake and wait for Mathew to come back. When he slipped under the sheets I reached for the lamp again, but stopped when he spoke up.
"Tyler? I'm glad we... we did this. I felt really bad about what happened earlier today, but Miss Sylvie told me I had to, that it was important. I have to be the best dancer I can be..." he said, and I could have left it at that and went to bed, but something made me curious.
"Yeah but... I mean we all want to do our best, but... why is it so important for you to be the best? We're still just kids after all..." I asked. We were each on our sides facing each other and I could see his face fall a little before he replied.
"When I was little my parents used to fight from time to time. Dad used to complain to my mom that she was spoiling me, and when I showed interest in dancing he wasn't happy. One morning he was just gone, and mom told me he left because he didn't love us anymore, but that we'd be fine as long as we had each other. It was about a year later, at a family gathering that I overheard some of my aunts and uncles talking about it. One of them said I wasn't the sort of son my dad had hoped to have..." he said, and I felt bad for him. If you're a boy and sign up for ballet you expect to be teased by the others, but Matt had it rougher than the rest of us, as far as I knew.
"I don't think my dad stopped loving both of us. I think my mom chose me over him. She loves ballet and that's why I want to do my best. I don't want her to feel like she made the wrong choice..." he finished, and I just nodded and reached for the light. It might seem a little cold after Mathew had just unburdened himself like that, but at that age I'm not sure if I could have thought of anything to say even if I hadn't been using my last bit of strength just to keep my eyelids apart. But after the light was out and I lay on my back I felt Matt scoot a little closer to me, and I think me being there was enough for him because the last thing I saw in the dim moonlight was a faint smile on his muzzle.
*******
After that night Mathew and I decided to do our best and give Mistress Sylvie what she wanted from us. During rehearsals I tried hard to remember how I felt while I had been tied up and taken from behind, the fear, confusion and humiliation I felt as Matt grunted on top of me. I did as she told me and tried not to think of him as Mathew, or of me as Tyler. We were Odette and Odille - the white swan and the black. I had thought we both did a good job and that our secret was safe, although by then it was more like secrets.
We really didn't think we were doing anything wrong. After all, Sylvie had told me to obey Mathew after lights out, so we figured as long as he said he wanted me to do what we both actually wanted, we weren't breaking any rules. So we kept having our little fun while everyone else went to sleep. I even got Matt to mount me again after seeing that he was enjoying having me inside him as much as I enjoyed rutting his rump.
It didn't hurt like last time, and it did feel good enough to make me stiff, but as the rabbit boy panted above me I didn't feel the same thrill he obviously did. It was a good thing we'd done it with me on all fours, because Matt got the idea to start stroking me while he was humping my behind. His paw gripping my young cock was what I'd needed, and I'd wound up humping into is fist and sliding back and forth on his lapine length, even cumming before he did. But when Mistress Sylvie called me into her room after rehearsal I figured we were in some sort of trouble.
I was sitting on the bed with my hands clasped in my lap, an unconscious attempt to hide myself from those slitted eyes. She'd led me here without giving me a chance to put some clothes on, and even though by now I'd spent hours naked in front of the leopardess I felt as bashful as the first time I'd taken my clothes off in front of her.
"I want to say I do appreciate the effort you two are putting in..." she began, a nice thing to hear, if there wasn't a 'but' clearly on the way. "You are conveying more emotion than you were before, but what I want from you isn't something you two can manage through effort alone. I don't have anything against the two of you having your fun, but your performance must come first. So if I can't make you fear the black swan..." she said, and as she did she undid the gauzy wrap from around her waspish waist and slipped her camisole off. And even though I'd seen her naked before I felt my face burning up. Because it was apparently one thing to be one of a group of boys watching the nude leopardess dance, taking care to learn as much as possible, and another to be alone and the sole focus of the feline's attention. "... I'll make you fall in love with the Prince..."
She closed the distance between us with two steps and the eyes now pointed at mine seemed warm, and the expression on her face changed from her usual stern scrutiny to something affectionately curious. I was still stunned when she bent over me, placing one hand gently on my shoulder and the other on the back of my head, tilting it up as she brought her lips to mine.
Matt and I had kissed after that first time, and we figured we'd gotten good at it. I only realized how clueless we were when I melted into Sylvie's kiss. The leopardess seemed to draw me deeper in and I found my eyes closing as she gently moaned against my lips. What Mathew and I did were clumsy but honest displays of affection, but what the leopardess was doing was (even though I wasn't fully aware of it) seduction.
It was the attention to detail that kept me frozen on the spot, the way the hand that had been on the back of my head gently cupped one of my cheeks before trailing along my jaw and under my chin, the one that had been resting on my shoulder now sliding along my chest, as if daring my heart to beat even faster against it. She'd given my tongue a few brief flicks with her own until she'd coaxed it out of my muzzle. By the time she was done I was breathless, and the vulpine eyes that had opened to regard her didn't seem to be the same ones I had when I walked in.
A few locks of her hair had come loose form her bun and had fallen to one side to partially frame a face that wasn't making it any easier for me to get my breath back. Her own eyes were now half-hidden behind long lashes, a shadow of a smile playing on her muzzle. I realized then how young Sylvie really was. She was only in her mid-twenties, but I guess it had been her no-nonsense attitude that made us look at her like she was much older than us.
The hand on my chest gave a push, a very gentle nudge that still knocked me flat against the bed as if had been a heavyweight's punch. She quickly climbed onto both the bed and me, her tail lashing excitedly behind her while her face remained warm, making her seem mischievous and playful rather than predatorily. She paused a little, posing on top of me once she saw my eyes roaming her body. It was an angle I had never seen her from, and I couldn't believe how magnificent her breasts had looked riding high on her chest, with two stiff nipples pointed slightly upwards. My eyes slid lower along the creamy expanse down her front that was quite literally spotless, admiring as I so often did the perfect musculature that even her lush fur couldn't quite hide. I was curious to get a glimpse of what was between those legs now straddling my hips but it was the sight of my own crotch that surprised me.
My length was all the way out and giving an occasional twitch against my tummy, having apparently swelled during the kiss without me even noticing. I looked up at Miss Sylvie, and she made sure to hold my gaze for a while before purposefully letting her eyes slide along my body along with her hands. Her touch when she reached my kit-hood was feather-light, and just enough to point the red shaft up as she carefully positioned her hips above me. She had one hand keeping my cock pointed towards the strip of pink between her thighs as she put a finger of the other one under my chin and slowly dragged my face up until I was once again looking at her.
"Focus..." she husked at the same time as heat engulfed me and my toes curled. She gently stroked one of my cheeks but then let my eyes once again wander wherever they wanted.
When I looked down again I could no longer see my pride and joy, just the flat feline belly and two shapely legs folded on either side of my hips. Sylvie began to move a little, gently purring as she swiveled her hips on top of me. My shaft remained buried inside her as the sensitive length rubbed against the leopardess' silken walls, a sensation at once thrilling and frustratingly teasing. Part of me was worried that this was all going too far, but the part that wanted it to go further was getting the better of me. She began to shake her hips gently from side to side, and I could see my paws moving towards them. When I gently held her just below the waist, her purring got just a little louder, the swiveling stopping as those hips began to rise.
The feeling of her dripping sex clinging to me was wonderful, but not enough to divert my attention form the sheer grace with which she moved. What Matt and I did felt amazing in more ways than we could describe, but it was clumsy and jerky compared to the motion of the feline on my lap. Her rise and fall was hypnotic, her whole body seeming to participate in the movement as her back arched, her thighs tensed and her tail swishing behind her and tickling my legs. Her hands were busy as well, sometimes gently stroking my body, and sometimes running up hers. 
When she cupped one of her breasts and gently tweaked a stiff nipple she must have either noticed my wide-eyed stare or felt my cock twitch inside her. Either way she flashed me a coy grin before slowly lowering her body over me until my muzzle was buried between those firm mounds. The soft fur of her cleavage was tickling my nose hairs, but in spite of that my nostrils were flaring as I greedily sniffed, surprised by what a powerful effect the smell of her was having on me.
Sylvie never stopped moving or even slowed down, and now I could feel her whole body shifting gently against mine as she slid back and forth on my young cock. My face remained buried in her cleavage, my mind lost in the heady fragrance of her fur as she kissed the top of my head and purred lovingly into my ears. I was losing what little control I had, and I realized that at some point I'd wrapped my arms around her and was holding on tight. The feline didn't seem to mind but still shifted a little until one of her nipples was pumping against my nose. Before I knew what I was doing my muzzle had opened, my lips latching on and earning me a moan form the leopardess that had my tail bristling.
I knew I was close because my knot had swollen, but unlike Mathew Sylvie didn't seem to grip me in the same way. I could feel and even hear the bulb wetly slipping in and out, and even though being stuck inside Matt's behind felt somehow right, the sensation of the little bulge sinking over and over into the warm feline sex was making my whole body tense.
I was still kissing and suckling the leopardess' nipple when it hit me. I think Sylvie must have felt my climax coming because she just pushed down, grinding her slit against me as she purred loud enough that I could feel the vibrations through the body draped across me. I came so hard that I think I accidently bit her nipple a little, but through it all she kept writhing against me, kissing the top of my head and purring in contentment as her walls seemed to milk the shaft shooting kit-milk into her.
I think we spent a few minutes like that. At some point my arms had fallen to my sides and I had to release Sylvie's breast just to get some air. I know my shaft was still squirting into the feline femininity when the leopardess straightened, examining me curiously as if she'd just now noticed me.
"Hmm, it's no use..." she said, already seeming to have recovered although her chest still rose and fell in that hypnotic way. She took my face in one hand, smooshing my cheeks as she tilted my head subtly left and right. "I look into your eyes, and all I see in them is his face. You really do love my black swan, don't you?" she asked, and I did my best to nod with her still holding my muzzle.
I was worried she would be angry, but there seemed to be no rage in her as she rose from me, my softening cock making a wet little noise as it slipped from between her folds, the swollen knot still too small to tie me to a grown woman. I was still panting and drained, my mind reeling from the experience, by mistress Sylvie remained as tireless as ever as she looked down at me, a new plan having obviously formed in that twisted mind of hers.
"Very well - have your little love then and be happy with your boy. But happiness comes at a price and I'll expect you to pay this one. I'll let you two have your life off stage, but when we perform I want to see nothing but dire dread in your movements when the black swan is on stage and nothing but elation when your eyes settle on the Prince." She said, referring to her role. "Put the work into your art, pay that price and you will be happy. Otherwise..." she continued, bending down until her face was inches from mine "... I'll do this to Matthew, and steal your little lover."