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There’s a little bunny frolicking in the fields.
Touya wants to eat him.
He knows his bunny has a tight little pussy, fat and pink and ripe for the taking. It could fit his two cocks real snug in there. It would have to stretch a lot, but the little bunny needs to be bred anyway; he’s always sneaking off into the fields late at night to stuff his pussy with what he can find.
And he cries when he has to make do with his fingers.
If he finds himself a thick carrot or a nice ear of corn, he spreads his thighs right there in the field and he stuffs his pussy full until there’s tears streaming down his cheeks and slick running down his pale thighs.
Touya wants to help his poor bunny. That pussy is greedy for a real cock. And Touya’s got two of ‘em.
Is his bunny going to cry?
Touya hopes he does, so he can lick it off his flushed cheeks.
He looks real needy tonight. He didn’t even take his panties off properly. They’re still around one thigh, and one frilly little sock is slipping off his other foot.
Touya could sit him in his lap and stuff him full.
Those little fingers pumping in and out of his stretched pussy certainly don’t seem to be enough.
So Touya steps out of his hiding spot, and makes his way to the little bunny in the open field.
“Shh,” he says, when his bunny yelps and tries to hide. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweet thing.”
The bunny still tries to close his thighs, cute little nose twitching.
“I thought—I thought I was alone,” he whines. “Dad says heats are dirty. That it’s my fault when my bunny parts get sticky. So I’ve been trying—I thought it was working, you know.”
He sniffles pitifully.
“Oh,” Touya coos, “it’s not your fault, bunny. Your pussy just needs a thick cock in there. To fill it up. So it feels good.”
The bunny’s eyebrows scrunch. “Cock?” he repeats.
“It’s better than your little carrots, bunny,” Touya teases. “I promise.”
“I wash them beforehand,” the bunny says, cheeks pink. “I’m not a dirty bunny.”
Touya strokes his sweaty hair off his forehead. “Of course you aren’t,” he says. “You just need someone to take care of you.”
“Are you going to?” the bunny asks. “You don’t mind?”
Touya smiles. “Of course I don’t,” he says. “That’s what big brothers are for.”
“Um,” says the bunny, “Touya-nii?”
“That’s a good bunny,” Touya coos. “Hi, Shou.”
“But—,” Shouto says. “But I thought you were like nee-san and the others. Not—not like me and mom. Dad said that’s why you left home. But you have, um, the scales.”
Touya could tell him snakes eat little bunnies. That they swallow them up in one bite. He could say he’s gotten ravenous after watching for so long.
But instead, he tugs his baby brother into his lap by the wrist, and Shouto’s cheek ends up smushed to his broad chest while he looks up at him in wonder, so pretty and wide-eyed.
“I’ve got other stuff too,” Touya says. “Wanna see?”
Shouto nods eagerly, one delicate hand coming up to touch the patches of scales on Touya’s face. “Do they hurt?” he asks. “Do you have them everywhere?”
“Nah,” Touya’s says. “They shed, sometimes, but they don’t really hurt. They’re just like your furry bits, bunny.”
And then he opens his mouth to show Shouto his tongue.
“Oh, wow,” says Shouto, reaching out to touch with the tip of a finger. “It’s just like a real snake’s.”
His own tongue, when it peeks out his mouth to compare, is cute and round and flat, and Touya wants to kiss him until he gasps for breath and shoves him away, wants to see how far down Shouto’s throat he can reach until he cries.
“Wanna see something else?” Touya asks.
Shouto’s eyebrows furrow. “What else is there?”
“The best part,” Touya says. “The bit that goes in you to make you feel good.”
Shouto blinks. “Is that really okay?” he asks. “I won’t be a dirty bunny?”
Touya presses a kiss to his forehead. “Of course not,” he says, gesturing to his belt. “Here, you can take it out yourself.”
Shouto’s delicate hands fumble with the buckle, but he manages, and then he tugs the zipper down all careful, and Touya helps him and shoves his pants and underwear down his thighs, and then—
“Oh,” says Shouto. “I don’t think my bunny parts can fit this much.”
Touya laughs. “That’s why they stretch, bunny,” he says. “To fit a lot.”
“Will it hurt?” Shouto asks.
He’s so precious.
“Nii-san isn’t going to hurt you,” Touya promises. “It’ll feel good, bun. Here, come closer. I’ll show you.”
And Shouto nods, and he lets Touya adjust him until he’s got the tip of one cock snug to Shouto’s pussy, and then he lets out a cute little yelp when Touya grabs him by the hips with both hands and tugs him down in one go.
“Shh,” he says, petting Shouto’s clit. “Shh, bunny, feels good, right?”
“Mm,” Shouto sniffles. “So full.”
“That’s what your bunny parts are supposed to feel like,” Touya says. “Do you like it?”
“It’s so big inside,” Shouto says. And then, after a little bit of getting used to the stretch, “Nii-san, do you help other bunnies with their heats?”
“Nope.” Touya laughs. “That’s just for you, because you’re such a good bunny.”
“It feels like I’m going to pee,” Shouto says. “Touya-nii, I’ll get you dirty.”
“I don’t mind, bun,” Touya says, rubbing tighter circles on his clit. “Let it come.”
“Ah,” Shouto says, thighs spread on Touya’s lap. “Ah, I’m going to—”
And then he squirts like a good bunny.
Touya wants to lick it off his thighs.
But Shouto’s too busy snuggling into his neck to hide, and then he whines nii-san, like he thinks he’s dying.
“What’s wrong?” Touya asks. “What is it, baby?”
“I’m—I’m all tingly down there now,” Shouto says. “It feels like I want—I want more. Again. Touya-nii, do it again.”
“Greedy,” Touya says. “What am I going to do with you, huh?”
“Take care of me,” Shouto whines. “Do it more.”
“Should make up for all those times I watched you play with your little pussy and didn’t help, huh?” Touya asks. “Is that it, Shou? Was nii-san a big meanie for not holding you down and stuffing your slutty pussy the first time he saw you out here on your own?”
“Yes,” Shouto sniffles. “Nii-san was such a big meanie for not helping sooner. I don’t like being alone. I don’t like it, Touya-nii, why didn’t you help?”
Well—
The view was nice enough.
And part of him wasn’t even sure Shouto wanted help, part of him maybe felt just a little bit bad about forcing it on him if his poor little bunny wasn’t ready for a real cock in his pussy.
But apparently he is.
He’s so cute.
Touya stops tracing little patterns on the insides of Shouto’s wet thighs, and he presses two fingers in alongside the stretch of his cock.
“What—what are you doing?” Shouto whines. “Touya-nii, it’s too much.”
“I’m taking care of you,” Touya says. “Didn’t you beg so pretty for it, bunny?”
Shouto tugs at one of his bunny ears so he can wipe his face. “Too much,” he says. “Touya-nii, my bunny parts don’t stretch like that.”
“Sure they do,” Touya says, pushing a third finger in him along the thick stretch of his cock. “Look at you, bun, you played with yourself so much down here that now your little pussy likes it.”
Shouto just presses his face harder into the crook of Touya’s neck to hide, but he whines and tries to part his thighs more, and Touya thinks he’s the cutest thing alive.
He should have stuck around at home. Breed his little bunny underneath daddy’s roof. Give him a whole litter, show him what it feels like when you want it so bad you beg your big brother to get you round all on your own like a big bunny.
But, to be fair—
Shouto’s so small that Touya really could open his mouth wide and swallow him up.
He tugs his sticky fingers out of his baby brother’s pussy.
“Ready?” he asks, before Shouto has any time to start crying about it. “I’ll show you how good the real thing feels.”
“Okay,” Shouto says, pulling back just enough to press a kiss to Touya’s cheek. “Alright, I trust you, nii-san.”
So Touya—carefully, because he doesn’t actually want to hurt his cute little bunny—presses the tip to the soft give of Shouto’s stretched pussy, and then the head of his neglected cock pops inside, just like that, like his little bunny really was made just to take all of Touya deep and snug inside in his little virgin pussy, and Shouto gasps oh, and clutches at his shoulders, and then—
There’s a cute little bulge in his belly from the stretch of Touya’s cocks, like he’s already round and pregnant.
“See?” Touya says. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Nii-san,” Shouto sniffles. “Touya-nii, it’s so much. Are you going to take care of my pussy all the time now? I can’t—I can’t do it on my own anymore. This is nicer. I want it like this. Will you help?”
Touya tries fucking into him for real. His sweet bunny is so warm and tight and perfect that they could just sit like this for a long as it takes, but when Touya moves, Shouto’s whines get all loud and breathy, and then he’s saying, oh, that feels different all awed, and—
Maybe Touya will keep him, who knows?
Forever sounds like long enough, maybe. If Touya’s had his fill by then.
“Hold on tight, bunny,” he says. “Nii-san’s going to make you feel real good.”
And then he lays Shouto out on the soft grass and fucks into him until he’s fucked a couple more orgasms out of him, until Shouto clenches tighttighttight around the impossible stretch in his (not so, not anymore, because of Touya) virgin pussy and Touya fills up him up even more.
Maybe it’ll take, who knows?
Maybe they’ll have cute little bunny kits who hiss at tall strands of grass running around.
“Mm,” Shouto says. “Touya-nii, this is nice.”
“Yeah?” Touya asks. “Do you want to be a mommy, Shouto? Should nii-san plug up your little pussy for a long time to make sure it takes?”
Shouto nods. “I’ll be good,” he says. “I can—I’ll do it for nii-san.”
“Just for nii-san, huh?” Touya laughs, pressing a hand between his thighs to tease at his puffy clit again. “You don’t want to be pregnant? I’d have to fuck you even more, probably. You’d get so needy. Think we could do it, Shou?”
Under him, so fucking pretty in the moonlight, Shouto nods with flushed cheeks. “My Touya-nii will take care of me,” he says. “Because he’s the best.”
And then he yawns, tired little bun all stuffed full, and Touya flips them around and lets him crawl on top, careful not to tug too hard so his little bun’s pussy stays nice and full.
“Mm,” Shouto says, wiggling his hips while he settles. “This is nice. Thank you, Touya-nii. You took really good care of me.”
Touya tugs on his little cotton tail. “Watch it,” he says. “Don’t tease, bunny. Or we’ll have to do this all over again.”
It doesn’t sound too bad. Keeping Shouto nice and full all the time, fucking into him until he whines at Touya to stop with tears in his pretty eyes.
But Shouto just whines, “Later, okay? I’m sleepy now,” and snuggles some more into Touya before deciding to peck him right on the mouth, and Touya thinks that this, right here, isn’t so bad either.
He’s got his little bunny to take care of now. Forever. And he’s gonna do a good job. Because Shouto deserves it. And he better come to his nii-san for what he needs. Even when he’s all round and swollen and pregnant.
(Especially then.)