Mokadu sat with the waves gently lapping at his feet. It had been a rather nice vacation for the rabbit thus far. The resort was lovely, and the staff had been extremely friendly.
  He hadn't even really been expecting to take a vacation for some time. His work was not glamorous nor extremely well paying, but he had won a contest in the most random of ways. The brand of carrots he tended to buy had been holding an event, if you got a golden carrot in a package of them, you won an all expense paid trip to the string of islands on which he found himself now.
  He had only been here for one day and already he couldn't imagine leaving. He would be terribly disappointed when he did have to return home, but for now that was a few days away, so he decided to partake in the relaxing glory of the gentle surf around him.
  He'd been given an itinerary. As part of the contest winnings he was to meet the owner of the islands in a few hours. But he had more than enough time to kill before then, so he hefted himself to his feet and began wading out into the salty surf. The water, instead of being the pure clear blue of some island chains, was an odd shade of deeper blue, slightly opaque as it shifted through his brown fur. He'd been warned by a few locals about the odd terrain under the waves.
  There were strange craters and dips under the waves, making walking out too far a bit treacherous. You could be on solid ground one step, then place a paw into a massive dip in the ocean with the next if you went out too far. There weren't any lifeguards on this stretch of coast either so he was quite careful and wary with where he stepped.
  Still, it was hard to be too cautious in such a tranquil setting. The water was just the right amount of warm, still cool enough to be refreshing, while being warm enough to relax his muscles with its gentle ebbs and flows.
  He walked out far enough to where the water braced his pectoral muscles. Not that there was much to brace, he'd never been a very strong rabbit, but still it did feel rather nice. He knew it was a bit dangerous to be out this far, but he was a good swimmer at the best of times, and figured he could get out of any trouble in which he might find himself.
  "Ahhh...." He sighed, crouching a bit to sink up to his neck within the relaxing waters. He allowed all of his worries to slide down the river of his mind, and just concentrate on the gentle sound of the waves and the occasional call of tropical birds above his head as he settled in. "What a perfect day-"
  He was cut short as something hefty wrapped around his ankle. He found himself drawn forwards, his face vanishing under the waves. He let out a gurgled scream, the depth around him going from ones to tens of feet as he sank down and down and down, his large ears threatening to pop from the sudden change in depth.
  The world became a confusing haze of bubbles and murky blue water. The sudden submerging hadn't given him time to hold his breath . Already he was feeling the heavy, tight sensation of breathlessness building up within his chest. He tried to swim towards the surface, or at least what direction he figured the surface was in, but whatever held his leg kept firm.
  He was frantic, that tightness in his chest growing by the moment. Just when he thought he was surely doomed, it released him.
  The bunny floundered for a moment. Even though he was free, he wasn't sure he had the strength to make his way to the surface. His lungs were burning and his muscles were all terribly tired from the struggle. Still, he made a herculean effort, swimming up and up and up.
  Alas it was not to be, he couldn't move an inch more, his body went limp under the waves as he gave up, a hair's breadth from opening his mouth wide, and letting the water take him.
  Another touch grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, this one far smaller, and more familiar, a hand, large, yet feminine in contour. He was yanked up and out with ease, gasping as he breached the surface.
  Mokadu found himself face to face with the black and white visage of an orca anthro, who held him with a surprising amount of strength. She wore a bikini top, teal in color to offset her dark and light rubbery skin as she tilted her head with a smirk.
  "You do know that it is dangerous to wander in these waters, yes?"
  Mokadu was still catching his breath as he struggled to find words. "I-I...." He gasped. "Heard....But something...grabbed me."
  "Grabbed you?" She tilted her head a bit. "You do know that there is nothing quite that big around here, hmmm? Perhaps you were imagining things." She turned slightly to the right, and sat him in the water, the sand hidden by its blue opaque waves large enough for him to stand with it gently undulating around his waist.
  He noticed now that she was a head taller than he was, his stance bringing him up to about her breasts as his cheeks colored slightly.
  "Well...I don't know....I...it's just....be careful around here. Thank you for saving me."
  She smiled, the expression looked natural on her face. "You are quite welcome, and you needn't worry about me, I am seldom disturbed on my swims unless I wish to be."
  Makuta nodded, finally having caught his breath enough to speak more normally. Not knowing how to properly reply to that, he somewhat awkwardly offered a hand. "I'm Mokadu...nice to meet you?..."
  "Sheraht ," the orca woman said simply, reaching down to grab his hand within her own. Her palm encapsulated the majority of his own, her ample bust swaying just slightly as she bent down to examine him further in the gesture. "So you are our contest winner yes?"
  Mokadu nodded, blinking in surprise. "O-oh yes, that's me. Quite lucky I guess."
  Sheraht nodded. "Then our meeting is fortuitous. We were set to have dinner later this evening, but I think we may as well move up the timetable. Saving your life has made me a hair peckish. I'd imagine you're the same?"
  Mokadu was thrown off kilter for a moment, before everything clicked into place. "Wait...you're the owner of these islands!?"
  Sheraht's smirk returned, she crossed her arms, setting them just under that slightly strained bikini top. "Of course, I do not think anyone else would be quite as up to the task as I am." She stepped forwards, and suddenly she seemed taller still. "In anycase, let us go and dine hmm?"
  Makuta opened his mouth to reply, but the words stuck in his throat as she took yet another step and grew yet taller. Another step proved to have the same affect, , until she went from a head taller than him, to easily twice his height. Her hips broached the deep blue waves, and instead of legs, what appeared was the shoulders of a secondary body, feral and strong, muscles shifting with ease under rubbery flesh as she moved.
  Mokadu realized then that she wasn't simply an orca anthro, she was a taur. He'd never seen such a creature before, and she struck a striking figure as she stepped from the depths of the whole she'd plucked him out of and onto the shore.
  The rabbit stiffened as the massive flukes of her tail, trailing behind her from massive haunches, curled around his back, pressing forwards with an insistence that was both gentle yet undeniable.
  "Come." Sheraht said simply, as he was pressed towards the shore. As he was herded next to her, he could feel the impacts of four massive feet under the waves. While he was up to very nearly his forearms in water, she was just up to her knees, and though he couldn't see them, the mass of sinew just under her black and white patterned skin hinted at their size as she moved.
  She noticed his staring and turned her head slightly with a raise of a brow. "Are you surprised by my form?" The smallest of smiles slipped its way onto her Cetacean face. "Most are."
  Mokadu's blush returned as he tried his best to keep pace with her, the firm force of her tail behind him, threatening to make him stumble if he weren't wary. "Well...a bit, I've never encountered an orcataur before...I mean I've met a skunktaur, the occasional chakat...but never someone quite like...You." He looked her up and down.
  "That is a good thing." Her smile had a casual ease to it. "There is only one me, it is part of the reason I control these islands as I do."
  He was pressed forwards a little faster as they came closer to the shore, her massive footfalls clearing easily four times his stride. It made keeping up steadily more of a challenge as her smooth body seemed to offer no resistance to the water pushing back against their legs as she walked. She moved through it perhaps as easily as he might have moved through air. His own steps seemed clumsy and awkward in comparison as the tide pulled and pushed against his paws as they padded towards shore.
  As they finally reached the mostly dry land, Mokadu got his first look at her full body. Her forelegs sank deeply into the sand, and he saw that the 'Feet' on the end, looked a great deal more like hands, having opposable digits on either which gripped against the loose particles lightly.
  Her true size was even more imposing with all of her body exposed. Her rear thigh alone was probably thicker around than the whole of his body, and judging from the way it shifted and moved with every subtle change in her stance, it was probably a lot stronger too.
  As he was continually herded towards the hotel proper, Mokadu found his tongue again. "So you....built this resort then? Bought the islands or something?"
  "I did not buy them." Sheraht said looking down at him from the corner of one eye. "They are mine by right. It has always been so."
  Mokadu had noticed since his arrival on the island that the doors and tables seemed abnormally high in most places around the hotel, now he knew why that was. Sheraht's tail fluke pulled away as they walked under the massive awning that signalled the beach-side entrance of the hotel. While the staff had been more than attentive to him during his stay, the way they flocked to her as they stepped through the doors made his treatment seem downright rude in comparison.
  Four or five mouse busboys crowded around her, asking if there was anything they could do to please her. Some carried towels and set about draping them over her massive quadrupedal body, though because of the way her skin smoothly covered her body it was almost rubbery the way it shined in the fading light of the afternoon, its smooth surface letting the water fall away like it wasn’t even a concern. .
  She waved them off with nary a flick of a finger, and they all nodded, vanishing from whence they had came in the kind of way only hotel staff are ever able to.
  Mokadu had been so surprised by their sudden appearance and subsequent disappearance that he'd almost lost his train of thought. He reined it back in as he walked next to the enormously graceful creature.
  "Always?...What, did you like...inherit it or something?"
  For the first time since they had been walking Sheraht turned her head fully towards him, an odd expression on her face, somewhere between amusement and curiosity. "Well, you are full of many questions. But, my dear lagomorph. We have only just met, I think the time for questions will be after we have dined, don't' you? It is only polite to eat with your host before you bombard them with questions."
  Modaku lapsed into silence. He didn't want to appear rude, but she had a point, it was a bti rude to simply bombard the large orcataur with questions after only having just met her, but still, his curiosity burned brightly in his mind. He'd assumed that this was just an ordinary resort. Sure the tables and doors were high, but he'd met bear anthros who needed such accommodation. With how lavish everything was he figured that they got all kinds. But in fact, as she padded through the large doors towards the ballroom, he realized that the doors weren't just tall, they were wide, wider than any bear he'd ever met.
  Her four legs propelled her gracefully through, with an elegant quickness that made him feel slow, but as he fell behind, he realized that the doors were that wide to accommodate her hips. There was a gentle swaying movement to her rump as she stepped through the door frame, an undulation that started at the base of her anthro body, and traveled along the length of her spine in a sinuous wave, before arcing through those full haunches and down along the length of her finned tail. Even outside of the water she moved like a shark, there was something predatory to her, and as the last of her entered the room, Modaku couldn't help but notice the side of either powerful leg just barely missed brushing the doorframe.
  More of the mouse workers were already inside the ballroom. Having only been at the resort a day or so, Modaku had yet to have reason to enter this particular part of it. It was massive, ceilings high and tastefully opulent above several sets of dining tables, around which the employees were setting up what appeared to be a full banquet of food. While he had only seen mice up to this point, now that there was a full wait staff he spied a few other creatures; a skunk chef tossing a massive bowl of salad, a doe making sure all of the place settings were nicely in order, and even another rabbit holding a clipboard and jotting things down with what looked to be a rather expensive pen.
  He was so distracted by this he almost walked into Sheraht’s rump. He stopped just short, his face flushing slightly as he looked up along the length of her spine to see her looking back at him with a quirked brow.
  "S-sorry, it's just really beautiful in here." He managed.
  "Quite." She nodded. "However, I believe it is time for me to change into something more fitting. I shall leave you in the care of the staff until the time to eat arrives properly.
  With that she padded off towards a back room, her massive footfalls both soft, and somehow speaking of her massive weight as Modaku watched her practically swim out of the room.
  Unsure what to do with himself, Modaku stood there for a moment, before wandering over to find a seat. After his hostess had mentioned changing he became slightly self conscious at the fact that he was simply wearing swimming trunks and nothing else. Still, the staff around him seemed to pay no attention to his underdressed nature as they set about setting things up.
  The tables weren't incredibly long, in fact only the center-most was much longer than Sheraht herself. The rest seemed to be for the work staff. In fact, as Mokuda took in more of the diversity in the staff, he realized that some of the people he'd assumed were guests were actually workers. He was struck with the odd epiphany that there didn't seem to be any other guests at the resort at all...Only the massive taur and the various staff around the resort...
  "Hello." A voice shook him from his thoughts.
  Modaku looked around to see the other rabbit with the clipboard looking at him with a smile on his face. "Guest, Mokadu, yes?"
  Mokadu nodded. "Uh...yes." He looked down at himself, the clipboard rabbit was wearing a tasteful dress shirt and slacks, further highlighting how woefully unprepared Modaku was. "I-I can go up to my room and change if that's al-"
  "Nonsense!" The rabbit gave a laugh. "I'm Jomando, and I am head of guest relations at the resort, you should be honored! Though there is one problem." His smile turned into...well Modaku wouldn't have called it a frown, perhaps just a slightly smaller smile.
  "Oh? What's that?" Modaku asked, feeling a hair uneasy.
  "You're in the wrong seat of course!" Modaku found himself hoisted upwards by a surprisingly strong hand around his forearm as he was suddenly herded to the head of the table. He found himself sitting in a slightly larger seat. It was dwarfed however by the simply massive one next to it. It appeared to be made out of some sort of black marble, with white streaks, one of the softest looking cushions he had ever seen in the center. There was no question who was supposed to sit there. "You get to sit next to the mistress."
  Modaku's brow furrowed. "Mistress?" He mumbled under his breath. While he had heard the term used from servers in movies and TV it seemed an odd term for an employee to use about an employer in this day and age. Still, he shrugged it off, chalking it up to a quirk of the island. "Um...alright..." He looked around. He had yet to see anyone who wasn't working. "Will any other guests be joining...?" He turned to look but Jomando had vanished. "Us..." He finished lamely.
  Mokaku sat awkwardly as activity bustled around him. None of the other workers made any attempt to introduce themselves, and as far as he could tell Jomando had simply evaporated. The processes going on at all sides reminded him a bit of an anthill, everyone knew exactly what they were supposed to do and did it with nary a trace of lost efficiency or unsurity. The lack of this unsettled him just slightly.
  As he watched, Modaku was quite surprised when everything stopped. In unison, almost like a singular being, every single staff member looked towards the door. Modaku followed their gaze to the room Sheraht had entered earlier.
  She stood in the doorway. She had traded her bikini in for something more tasteful, and somehow she looked even more attractive. Modaku didn't know the ins and outs of taur fashion, he'd seldom seen members of the species who bothered with much beyond a shirt for their upper torso, but Sheraht wore a beige turtleneck that reached snuggly around the slope of her neck on all sides, offsetting her dark, slick skin and white underbelly amazingly. The garment reached over her shoulders to cover her massive bust, parting slightly to offer a tantalizing view at the soft valley between the twin mounds, the tightness of it holding them in perfectly plush looking spheres as she padded forwards. It reached downwards to her taur body where it continued, holes allowed for her legs and a little sleeve extended at the back to cover the base of her tail.
  She cut a gorgeous figure as she strolled in, those enormous hand-like walking appendages gracefully ushering her into the spellbound room
  She smiled at the room at large, the expression seemed to drive the staff back into motion a bit as they set about the finishing touches of the banquet. Sheraht crossed the room padding her way over to the head of the table next to Mokadu she looked down at him for a moment, sitting down with her usual almost fluid grace, her massive haunches pillowing against the plush pad in her chair.
  "Comfortable?" She asked simply.
  Mokadu nodded, his mouth suddenly feeling a bit dry as he sat next to the massive woman. He realized that the chair was really more of a couch as her forelegs curled in front of her, her quadrupedal body resting comfortably as she rested a single arm on an armrest. Even in such a position she simply towered over him.
  "I-Indeed, everything's quite wonderful." As he spoke Jomando appeared next to him and sat a massive plate of grilled vegetable salad. The entire ballroom was presented with food. Mokadu noticed now that none of the staff were carnivorous, while there was variation among species, the banquet was a field of green, the smell of freshness filling the air. Every place was set, except, Mokadu noticed, for Shehrat's.
  The orca taur simply had a glass of deeply red wine placed in front of her, which she grabbed and gently pressed to her lips, taking a slow sip with a murmur of enjoyment.
  "Good, I am glad. Eat, Mokadu, eat, there is plenty to go around." She nodded to his plate.
  The smell of the roasted vegetables tickled the rabbit's nose. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until now. Her invitation was enough to quell his curiosity for the moment. He figured that with how practice the staff seemed to be, there was nothing going on that she didn't have control over. Perhaps it was some island custom of the host eating only after her guests had dined.
  He set about devouring his plate, making short work of a good half of the delicious leafy greens and crunchy carrots pressed through, accented by the lovely flavor of fresh mushrooms and slight peppers. The taste sensation sang on his tongue as he gave his own little hum of approval.
  The table fell silent as everyone ate. In the brief glances between bites, Mokadu saw the staff casting little looks at their 'Mistress' as Jomando had called her. On those with light fur he could catch slight hints at warmed cheeks, bashful blushes badly hidden.
  After the salad was through a secondary course was brought forth, cheese and vegetable stuffed pasta shells on a bed of broccoli rice. Though even as the chefs brought out this second course, Mokadu saw that Sheraht continued to eat nothing. She simply watched with an air of powerful benevolence, sipping her wine, occasionally swirling the glass and watching the ripples across that deep red liquid.
  As the second course came to an end however, she placed the glass on the table and looked out at the assembled anthros in attendance. "Time for dessert yes?" She smiled, looking around and the chefs wheeled out new dishes, chocolates and cheesecakes and berry tarts, a variety platter of small treats placed in front of every fur. "Though, now that we've come to something sweet." Her smile grew a bit, her lids lowering into an expression Modaku could only call 'Sultry'. "I believe it is time for my own treat. Jomando?"
  The small rabbit appeared almost before the final syllable left her lips.
  "Yes, Mistress?"
  Modaku watched as those massive hand-like paws reached out, a single one enough to embrace most of Jomando's torso , drawing him close to her, pulling him up into that large chair. The small lagomorph stiffened visibly, his cheek brushing against the supple, soft curve of her breast as she swathed him in the embrace of her her skilled forepaws, gently stroking his back.
  "You've been a lovely servant to me for some time, haven't you?"
  "Y-yes mistress..." The little rabbit shuddered as Modaku saw the muscles along her forelegs tense, her grip tightening with ease around him.
  "I think it is time you had rest, hmmm?"
  Jomando's voice was barely a whisper as she held him closer still, pressed into the softness of her sweater, the only layer separating him from what warmer softness lay beneath as she lifted him bodily, his chin resting right on that window leading to the valley between her breasts, the pressure holding him there forcing him to look up into the orca's eyes as she smirked down at him.
  Modaku blushed horribly, looking around the room, but no one seemed at all perturbed by the sudden intimacy of the embrace. In fact they were all leaning closer, in rapt attention for what was to come next.
  Modaku heard Jomando say something else, but it was so shakily spoken and quietly uttered that he couldn't make it out. Though he knew it was mostly likely another affirmation of the orca's affections.
  "Good....I'll have my treat then..."
  Modaku's eyes opened wide as her mouth did the same, soft lips parting to a cavernous maw, slick with saliva, her tongue slipping forwards as she lifted him further upwards still, his body drawn across the plush surface of her breasts and up into a new embrace. That tongue became a pillow for hsi chin, soft, slick and textured as his nose slid inside, his last expression to the outside world one of bliss as her breath ruffled his fur, before his head was totally taken by her.
  Modaku watched in shock horror as there was a low sound, a bass filled swallow as a bulge extended distended Sheraht's neck. He realized that this odd meal would have now chewing, the massive orca was going to swallow the rabbit, hole and wiggling, the vague bulge produced by his head already squirming as his arms and legs fidgeted outside of her.
  Unable to sit still and watch Modaku jumped up, he had to do something. None of the other staff seemed to be so much as moving to Jomando's defence, but as he prepared to make an attempt to save his fellow rabbit's life, he found hands restraining him. Two of the chefs forced him back into his chair his hands like iron shackles as he was forced to watch.
  Jomando's small frame made him an easy meal, her cheeks hardly had to stretch at all to get past his shoulders, his arms pinned to his side by the pressure of her lips.
  "Stop it!" Modaku cried, the words coming on impulse, though he knew that they wouldn't do anything to halt Jomando's decent. "W-what is this!? Let me go!"
  "Shhh...." One of the chefs, a mouse, whispered into one of his long ears. "The mistress has accepted him within her bodice, it is an honor. See how he squirms? Wriggles, it is for her pleasure."
  Indeed Modaku saw that Jomando was beginning to trash, his powerful rabbit legs kicking and squirming outside her maw as his fingers, the only parts of his arms he could move now, clenched and unclenched. The bulge in Sheraht's neck wiggled and pressed against the muscular walls of her throat. At times Mokadu thought he could see the vague outline of his muzzle, before a powerful contraction of those muscles drew him back into line, a slow undulation of motion pulling him deeper as his hands vanished beyond her lips the orca's eyes closed as she enjoyed his flavor, her tongue occasionally flowing past those lips to taste at bits of his body that had not yet entered that ever hungry maw.
  Modaku's own struggle was equally fruitless, he hardly made the chefs move at all. The whole room watched, entranced as she came to Jomando’s waist. Despite himself Modaku blushed . The front of Jomando’s pants bulged as her tongue licked out, slipping under his waistband, the garment straining to hold the size of the thick oral organ as its outline undulated under the expensive fabric, the suggestion of its winding, questing form enough to light the imaginations of everyone in the room on fire.
  That too was gone with another slow wave of muscular movement from her throat, that bulge along its length moving all the more urgent, the end of it vanishing below her collarbone as her upper torso distended just slightly. She made short work of his legs, those powerful kicking muscles were no match for the strength of her hunger, she took her time, a low murmur rumbling around the room. Soon all that was left were his feet, toes flexing and wiggling as her wide tongue stretched forth, curling over his soles, and pressing them inwards, her lips closing over the last of him as a final swallow sent him sliding down her throat, the resulting bulge in her belly shifting downwards as well, the final last suggestion of his existence sliding from her anthro portion entirely, unseen and surrounded in the bulk of her taur body as she let out a gentle sigh.
  “Delicious...”
“T-the hell!?” Modaku’s thrashes grew more desperate. “Y-you ate him!”
Sheraht opened her eyes, turning to Modaku with a predatory smile. “Yes, I did. And as I
said, he was delicious.” She paused, giving a sinuous shift of her shoulders. “Oooh...” She cooed. “I can still feel him you know, the wiggles are so pleasant.” She reached forwards then, the chef’s let Mokadu go as her massive grasping forelegs curled around his sides, pinning his arms with utter ease as he found himself drawn up into that chair as Jomando was. She shifted onto her side, her belly exposed as she pressed him against it as he struggled. To his horror he could feel the little lumps and bulges of Jomando’s internal struggles even through the plush fabric of her sweater. “I can do what I like...but it seems now I am in need of a new helper...” She purred, Mokadu winched slightly as her grip tightened, quelling his struggles with contemptuous ease. “And I have always had such a soft spot for rabbits.”
“N-no! Let me go! Let me go!” Mokadu tried to trash his way free, but her grip only
tightened further, , pressing him closer against her warm belly as he attempted to escape.,
  “I don’t think I will...” She said simply before she simply handed the struggling rabbit back to the chef’s. “But, I do think I owe you some answers, I did promise them after dinner, and I believe I am now rather well fed.” She drew a hand across the expanse of her lower belly. “You’ll begin to see things my way shortly.Take him to my chambers....”
  The chefs obeyed immediately, and Modaku was dragged struggling off into the depths of the resort.
 
 
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The chef’s took him to a room on the top floor of the resort. Though they did not look particularly strong, they held him with a determination that almost seemed unnatural. Though he struggled until they reached the door, eventually he was too tired to do much more than weakly squirm as he was taken across the threshold.
Sheraht’s chambers were starkly different from the rest of the resort. It was a fairly spartan room done up in black and white, none of the lavish opulence of the rest of the building. There were large pillows where chairs would normally be, next to a desk that came up to Mokadu’s chin, near the window, and, in another room towards the back of the hotel, with a balcony overlooking the ocean, was the largest of the pillows. It was bigger than Modaku’s bed back home by several feet, with smaller pillows arranged throughout. This was Sheraht’s bedchamber.
“You will remain here until she comes for you,” one of the chefs said. In a kind of unnatural unison they tossed him forwards into the room, before he could get up and make an attempt to escape, they were out the door and gone.
Modaku was left alone. He checked the room at length, but besides a few books on a shelf and a few notes on the desk he had to stand on his tiptoes to see over, there was nothing to help him get out of his predicament.
Time passed both too slow and too fast. Not knowing what else to do, he settled on the pillow in the living room. On one hand, he tried to think about how he might convince Sheraht to let him go, on the other, his mind kept drifting to sights of her body. The way she moved was so graceful and elegant, even while devouring a person whole, that it left an impression. His mind turned again to the vague wiggling bulges pressing out against her lower stomach, the squirming rabbit taken down her gullet and whisked into that warm chamber….
Modaku shuddered, what for he had no idea, was it fear, or perhaps a strange allure?
He was never able to work out the answer. His thoughts evaporated as the door open and the frame was filled with Sheraht’s form, her lips quirked at one edge, an amused expression.
“Hello, Modaku…” She said lightly.
Modaku said nothing, backing away from the door. She made a complicative little sound at his fear, striding forwards into her abode with her usual grace. She still wore her turtleneck, just as enticing here as it had been at dinner. Even with her belly slightly distended from her earlier meal, a slight sway along her paunch, she still moved with a spellbinding kind of ambulation, those odd handlike forepaws pressing her towards him easily.
“Are you afraid?” She asked. She asked the question evenly, not truly showing much concern for his answer. Still, the fact she would ask made the bunny’s ears perk.
He took another step back, the motion almost automatic as she continued her advance. One of her steps was worth more than five of his. His heart pounded in his chest. The way she looked at him, it stirred something deep in his belly. Modaku tried to deny this as his eyes trailed downwards to those forepaws, they seemed to grip at the floor more with each step. Fingers’ clenching against the ground as she strode forwards. He didn’t answer.
“Hmmm…” She commented idilly.
Another step and Modaku’s back leg was brought up short by the massive pillows of Sherhat’s bedroom. The sudden stop threw him off balance. He fell backwards onto the shocking softness of the plush fabric.
Sherhat closed the gap immediately, those massive forepaws compressing the fabric around him heavily enough to throw the floundering bunny even more off balance as he found himself framed by her on either side, her smooth skin very nearly touching him on either side.
Modaku closed his eyes, finally finding his voice. “P-please don’t eat me…”
Sheraht gave a gentle rumble in her throat, the sound shook Modaku down to his bones.
“Now, now, I don’t plan to eat you, I’ve already had dinner. What I have planned for you is something far more...mutually beneficial...I do get bored with willing servants every now and again…”
Modaku tried to scooch back on the mass of pillows, but a massive forepaw wrapped around very nearly the whole of his leg and stopped him with a casual ease that made him shiver. The grip felt...familiar, his eyes widened, and she gave a nod of approval.
“Yes...I was the one who dragged you under this morning…” She smirked. “Something willingly given does not give the same...satisfaction...If I were to grab one of my many followers, and drag them beneath the waves, they would stay, placid and still, until they drowned. They would be happy to sacrifice themselves for me. But dying without fighting for life is no fun. No...you struggled...you thrashed...you squirmed.” She advanced, her forepaw pulled him back across the silken pillows and Modaku found himself suddenly pinned under her bulk, the front of her body pressing him down into the fabric. If it weren’t for the softness of her opulent bed, he would have surely been crushed as the chest of her quadrupedal body pushed against him. “And it excited me…” She looked down at him, the undercurve of her breasts quite pronounced from this view, looking up along the slope of her upper belly as it rose from her taur form.
Modaku tried to wriggle himself free, but her weight pressed him down with ease, his arms pinned as he looked helplessly up at her.
“I need that every now and again...none of this opulence is mine you see...I’ve been here a very long time.” With him pinned by her massive body, her forepaws began to stroke along his face, the massive palm of one coming to cup the side of his head, holding his gaze to hers as easily as he might hold a softball. “Mortals have such a tendency towards worship...but that’s not what I desire...I accept their gifts...their tributes…” Modaku became very aware that he could still feel a slight wiggle along his legs, something shifting inside the expanse of her lower belly. “Their sacrifices.”
As she spoke, she shifted. “But I want to take what I wish…” Her upper arms reached downwards, pulling at the lip of her sweater. She pulled it up and off in a single graceful motion, exposing the lines of her stomach trailing upwards to the lovely round curves of her breasts, her nipples full and perked as they bounced free. “That is my truest desire…”
Her forepaws clenched, sliding down along Modaku’s body to grip at his torso, pulling him free of the wiggling weight of her belly. He was held fast in that grip. A single grasp closed around the whole of his torso, its twin reaching down and, with no ceremony, ripping the whole of his trunks from his body as though they were constructed of little more than tissue paper.
Modaku was rendered naked and squirming in a matter of seconds, the massive orca taur giving a rumble of approval as he was pulled close to her again, brought to sit against her chest, his cheek pressed into the warm soft curve of her breast. It gave under the weight of him, conforming to his features as he was helplessly kept in the crook of a foreleg, her other forepaw’s dexterous fingers tapping against his thigh.
“You shall remain here with me, my newest toy, and in time...if you are good…” Modaku’s breath caught with a squeaky little sound in his throat as his body went rigid. The soft, smooth palms of that massive forepaw curled around his hardening maleness so completely there was not a trace of its pink hue between his lap and her hand. “You will join, Jomando.”
As if on cue her stomach gave a low gurgling sound. The taur laughed, and she began to stroke, up and down up and down, a constant slow ceaseless motion that ramped up with every casual pump of that powerful appendage. Modaku squirmed, and trashed, but her grip was as unbreakable as an iron bonds.
Any half-attempted words were garbled with moans as she played the rabbit like a fiddle. her grip along his side tightening possessively as the blushing bunny’s sound descended into breathless puffs of air against the valley of her breasts, pressed further against those warm orbs as his pleasure grew by the moment.
“Shhh….” she whispered, the sound teasing, dominant, like what a schoolteacher might say to a misbehaving student. “Let it come…”
Modaku could no more hold back the flood tides of his orgasm than he could stop a river with a thimble. His back arched and he gave a high pitched moan as, in her grip, his cock spurted messily into her palm, rope after rope of seed lubricating the embrace, but she didn’t stop, even as it slowly flowed to an end she continued. The pleasure was almost too much now, the stimulation growing to overloading levels as the bunny whined and huffed.
“Now now...you must have more...let’s find out shall we?”
She was relentless, Modaku was driven to another sensation shattering orgasm in under a minute, but still she didn’t stop. She enjoyed how he squirmed, how he thrashed, his attempts to beg, she absorbed them all with a kind of possessive benevolence, smiling gently to her little plaything as she exhausted him
Thought left Modaku, there was only feeling now, the embrace of her palm, the softness of her breast against his face, and the warm rumbles of her pleasure surrounding him, becoming his world. He lost count after four.
His mind became addled, heavy, flooded with endorphins of pleasure, a special kind of high that left him utterly incapable of moving.
After what might have been an hour, or a thousand years, she finally ceased, and Modaku fell back onto those pillows, that grip finally releasing him.. His eyes were heavy as she moved to lay next to him, curling her body around his in a way that, dimly, reminded him of a lioness.
“You will learn to like this…” She said, almost with an air of regret. “But do take your time…” Her slow smile filled his vision as it grew fuzzy, dark around the edges.
She did not wait for him to pass out completely, a massive forepaw reached forwards, smothering his face under the darkness of her wide palm and vanishing his features into the warm darkness.
“You’re going to have a very, very long stay,”
 
 
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