The Bunnying

The Bunnying

>It had been a looooong day for the bun
>Velvet just wanted to drop down and die
>She somehow survived an extra boring history lesson and now suffered from way too much homework, so she sat on her bed like a zombie staring onto the paper
>Smiling at the little scribbled bunnies doing blinkies on the side of her notes, she heard a careful knock
>"It's open!"
>Without a tone, the door was opened and closed again. Anon somehow always got the feeling to avoid loud noises or sudden movements when near his girlfriend
>He also got the feeling that he was a racist
>"Hey Anon."
>"Hey Hun-Bun. What'cha doin'?"
>"What does it look like? And please, stop calling me that."
>Anon shoved the notebook down, gently stroked Velvet's hazel hair and scratched her stiff bunny ears
>"It looks like boring stuff you want some distraction from...", he whispered
>"What are you...hey..."
>Velvet bit her lip as she tried to suppress the pleased little squeals hopelessly escaping her lips
>Slowly, the words trickled out of his mouth: "You know hun...I wanted to ask you something..."
>She couldn't say no after he began the conversation like this...right?


>Anon stopped caressing his Bunny and looked into her eyes.
>She looked back, a mixture of anger and content on her face, and swung her legs over his knees while he wrapped his arms around her waist
>"What do you want?"
>"I didn't say..."
>"You always pet me first before asking something from me."
>Yes he did.
>He had to be careful.
>Anon felt like every mistake could drive her away from him.
>He felt...insignificant in comparison to her.
>She was strong, she was beautiful and she was so kind.
>And he was...
>Well, he felt like nothing more than a black canvas two years ago, and still he had the notion he was just...a copy of a more important person, somehow copied and reskinned, impressed on the world like a simple prop
>"Just say it, you know I'm not going to be mad...wait...is it something that is going to make me mad?" She flashed him that wonderful, sunrising smile of hers.
>"No sense in dilly-dallying now. Just get it over with, Anon.", he told himself.
>And then he just spurted it out, already thinking of a way to apologize later and to somehow save his dignity (if that was even possible)
>"I want you to bully me please, I'm into that kind of thing!"


>It was out. Out in the world
>Albeit that this world was only a cute brownhaired Bunny-Faunus
>"You...huh? I'm sorry...I think I might have misunderstood something there..."
>"I'm submissive...I would like you to...pick on me...mock me...do mean things to me, I want to be humiliated and degraded by you ...d-do you know what I mean?"
>Velvet just stared into Anons eyes, blushing and baffled
>Waiting for an answer, Anon tried to comfort himself and ran his fingers trough the long and smooth hair of his girlfriend
>She took his hand and patted it lightly
>"That is... it is weird. But that's okay!! But...it's mean. I don't know if I could do such a thing"
>His hand grabbed hers, certain and a bit unthinking, guided it with his fingers and laid it on his head
>Then he made her take a firm grip and pulled on his hair with Velvets hand, flinching
>"Ow! See, it's not that hard..."
>But the bun winced in pain and freed herself of Anon's grip
>"No! No, that's...that's horrible...I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I can't..."
>Suddenly, tears were running down the soft cheeks
>Anon huddled against her with the speed of someone trying to catch a rabbit and brushed her back with his hand
>"Shh... don't be sorry. It's okay, I did that. And I want it, so it's not horrible."
>Pale fingers clawing into his shirt, Velvet slowly stopped crying and just savored his scent when he was like this.
>When he was there for her and nobody else was around.
>She rubbed her cheek against his chest and he grabbed one of her ears, gently covering it in little kisses
>The evening quickly ran out, as it always did when they just enjoyed each other
>But Velvet would not let herself be such a coward
>She wanted to make her loved one happy. Or at least, try harder.
>"But not yet...", she muttered into him
>He ignored it, because other things were more important at this moment they indulged in


>The feeling that he might have the best girlfriend in the world hit him right when he knew that this was going to hurt for a few days

>It was Friday so, right after class, Anon went to grab sandwiches, some water and an extra large carrot cupcake for Velvet and strolled to her room
>He thought an Apology might be a good idea, hence the Cupcake
>His scroll showed him that he was right on time, like every week, and he happily flung the door to CFVYs dorm open, waiting for his Bunny to greet him
>No Bun in sight though
>"Well, that's weiiiii!", yelling, he tripped over something and fell to the floor
>Sticking his arms out for protection, the lunch was spread out underneath him
>one bottle fell particularly unlucky, stood upright and got stuck rather nasty between the floor and his ribs, leaving a bruise before it finally snapped to the side and let Anon lay face down on the floor
>He writhed under the pain, but before he could do stand up a foot was thrusted roughly into his back
>"You scream like a girl.", a familar voice mocked him
>"And you fall like an empty sack of potatoes."
>The pressure on his back made his chest pain even worse and he protested loudly, but to no effect besides Velvet shifting more and more weight to the foot on his back
>"The sack is either empty or filled with potatoes Hun-Bun...", Anon squeezed as much air out of his lungs as he could, but it still sounded hollow and weak
>The foot was lifted up and kicked him to his flank
>He rolled over and tried to get up, but Velvet was quicker and stepped on his chest to push him back down again
>Seeing her like this flashed through his body like a deadly blow
>She was looking down on him, her face filled with amused pity, the kind you show someone whose pants get pulled down in front of class
>Laying on his back, his reaction was embarrassingly open to view
>But oh, it made it just more exciting, having to helplessly display his bulge like that
>"I told you not to call me that."


>Chuckling, Velvet crouched down and rubbed Anons cheek with the back of her hand
>"You REALLY are poor little sub, aren't you?"
>He tried to look away and hide his growing bulge
>But his bun wouldn't have it, she grabbed his hands, pinned them down and then cheekily bit at his earlope
>Everything she got from him at first was a little twitch, but as her tongue spiralled around his ear, he became increasingly nervous, shivering and trying to fight against her grip
>"How are you so strong?", he stretched his neck and tried to elude her tongue
>"I'm not. You are just very, very weak."
>She jabbed the tip of her tongue into his ear and elicited a pleased little whine from him
>"See, just like a petite, puny slut..."
>With a loud kiss that made his ear ring painfully, lips started to slide across a path down his neck
>While she reared up above him, Velvet unbottoned his shirt and let out a little drop of saliva which slowly hovered down towards his face
>Anons dick squeezed eager against his pants, showing a vague outline under the fabric
>As her spit finally hit his lips, a desperate, hot gasp from him warmed and dampened Velvets neck
>He was so close to losing his mind from this it made her giggle in joy
>"I bet when I start playing with your nipples, they get all hard and willing, just like your pathetic pickle down there, huh?"
>The bunny bit her lip in Anticipation, lowering her mouth down on his body
>"Velvet...please..."
>His voice cracked and he licked his lips, tasting her spit, feeling it, wanting more of all of this
>She prepared to bite at his nips and catch all of his reaction, when she suddenly noticed the big, ugly bruise from the water bottle
>"What is...oh god...", her voice changed from arrogant to worried, and her eyes widened


>She immediately snapped out of it and pressed herself against him
>"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't want to hurt you!"
>Velvet burst into tears running down his exposed upper body
>"I'm sorry, so sorry! Please, I'm sorry! I should have asked, I should have been more careful!"
>Her fingers clawed at his loose shirt and she cried loud and heavy, kneeling next to him
>Anon couldn't help but snicker a little while he put his arms around Velvets cowering shape
>"Don't be, it was an accident, you did nothing wrong." he paused "And WHAT you did, well..."
>He took one of her hands and laid it on his twitching crotch
>"you did pretty good."
>The tears stopped dropping on his chest and Velvet blushed, hiding her face with a hug
>He sat up and drew the bun onto his lap
>flesh was pressed against fabric was pressed against fabric was pressed against flesh, and the moment heated up again
>"Thanks for trying so hard...", he whispered into her fluffy ears
>Velvet was slowly grinding on his crotch, breathing flat and alert, while she removed his shirt
>Dragging her hands over his back, she felt for the wrinkles of his spine moving beneath the bare skin as he couldn't help but move against her hips
>"I think I have to return a favor." he whispered again, and bit softly into her bunny ear, licked along it and breathed deep, hot air into it
>The sensation was always a bit..weird. Like licking a pelt. But her reaction - tiny, delicate moans - was always worth the few hairs on his tongue.
>Just as he was about to hit her sweet spot, just as her grinding became harder and harder not to turn into wild thrusts, she had felt every single bump of his spine all the way down to his tailbone
>She grinned, gently dug her teeth into his shoulder and waited for the wave to come
>Anon slid his tongue across the base of her ear, her sweet spot, and in a long, muffled moan she bit into his shoulder, grabbed the back of his boxers and jerked them as high up as she could


>Squealing high in mix of shock, pain and satisfaction, Anon rose up to ease the feeling of his Boxers digging into his butt crack
>Actually, it was more like burning its way inside
>With phosphorous and liquid sulfur
>"Keep your seat, sissy.", Velvet instructed him, walked into the kitchen and came back with a beacon-mug
>"There, I had this boiling for a while, but it should have cooled down enough. If not, well... you'll let me know, with one of those cute, girly screams of yours, right?"
>Suddenly, Anon didn't feel anything but blank fear, but his girlfriend didn't seem to care
>She just poured the water from the mug into his lap
>When it hit, Anon first winced in dread, but then sighed heavily as he felt that it wasn't painful, just very awkward
>Wetness and uncomfortable warmth was wrapped around in his crotch, and for a moment he felt like he was wetting himself
>Velvets smirk turned into ridiculing laughter
>"What a scared little pussy you are."
>She took one of her shoes off and rubbed over his bulge, pinched it with her toes and kicked softly against it, always stumbling around the border between pressure and pain
>"And what a nice plaything you are. Don't you have anything to say? Not even a desperate "Stop, Hun-Bun!" Or rather, "Don't stop!" ?"
>Anon just...shook his empty head. His mind was wrapped all around her degrading smile, the moist, heat and pressure at his dick
>The ecstasy that announced itself with uncontrolled gasps and his hip moving unconsciously against her foot
>He wouldn't be able to just be the recipient in this much longer, at any moment, he was going to give himself to her, actively humiliating himself, just to get a little bit more of this feeling
>The mere thought of it was demeaning, and thus arousing - but this was also demeaning, and thus more arousing... this vicious circle made his dick twitch against Velvets sole and drool against his boxers
>But again...Velvet was quicker than him


>As if she could read his mind, she said with a devious grin: "Well, it's no fun if you're like this, acting all broken."
>She retreated her foot, leaving his hips moving against nothing, and slipped it back into her shoe
>"So, if you want me to continue..."
>Her pause was long and torturing
>"You're going to have to ask for it. Beg for it. Admit what you are and admit what you want. No paraphrasing, no beating around the bush."
>Anon blushed, blood pumped into his cheeks like his life depended on it and it felt like all the blood from his body was just filling out his boner and his face
>Maybe it was too much, maybe it was too good, maybe the blood did something with his eyes, but a single, little tear ran down his cheek
>There was a brief moment where Velvets facade dropped and she looked in a terrified worry, but then, just like that, it was back to a cheeky grin and a malicious laugh
>"Really? You're crying?!"
>It was just one tear,nothing to make a fuss about, just something in his eye, but she would savor this moment thoroughly
>"Oh my god, Anon...", she stopped laughing a bit to wipe a tear out of her own eye
>Was that tear coming from her laughter, or was that maybe a hint of what flashed across her face a few moments ago?
>"You are really this pathetic, are you? You're making it really, really hard for me to not just continue hazing you're little, wimpy ass. But I know you want it, so I want to hear it. Now."
>Maybe this was a good opportunity to stop it, it was nice for a first try, right? He could push his boundaries a little further next time.
>Said his head.
>But his throbbing erection was in charge of his lips now
>And it said...