Male Rabbit Hybrid Yandere x Gender Neutral Kitsune Reader
CW: Noncon, musk, fingering to stretch reader, mistaken identity, delusional yandere, cum as/in food, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 252
(And now the smut part! Sorry it took so long for me to get to! Read the first part HERE!)
Mallow had been relentless. He plunged his bobbing eager cock into you at every opportunity in an effort to fuck your memory back into you.
In every room and in every position.
You didn't know who he mistook you for but apparently they were a sex addict.
He also made other attempts. Favorite foods, cuddling, games.
Mostly the fucking though.
And with each orgasm he filled you with thick cum that was sugary sweet and smelled, and tasted, of vanilla.
He added it to desserts after dinner often, sometimes feeding it to you by itself. He called it his "special cream."
Your magic was useless. You only knew how to heal! You had not trained in any offensive magic whatsoever.
All you could do was struggle and plead, but your attempts always devolved into you moaning with your eyes rolled into the back in your head as he joyfully molested you in an attempt to get back memories you never had.
"Stop! Stop! I'm not… I'm… not… ah! Uhhh~~"
He ran his fingers through your hair as he admired your blissful expression.
"D-do you remember y-y-yet? You m-moan just the same as you used to with that exact s-s-same face~"
His cock battered you relentlessly, perfectly stimulating every inch inside you until finally filling you with his cream.
It rolled down your legs as he cuddled you and nuzzled into your chest lovingly.
"D-don't worry, d-d-darling! If y-you don't remember. I'm v-very p-p-patient, and we have a-all the time in th-the w-world~"
Male Rabbit Hybrid Yandere x Gender Neutral Kitsune Reader
CW: Imminent noncon, musk, fingering to stretch reader, mistaken identity, delusional yandere, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 706
(First story in the Fiddlespick's collection. Still 30min. of Easter left where I live so enjoy your holiday meal! Part 2 of this story can be found HERE! The explanation of the Fiddlespick's setting, and eventually other stories in the same school, can be found HERE.)
You had been studying at Saint Frattlebond Fiddlespick's Academy of Arcane Excellence for three years now. You were a proud kitsune, training to be a healer.
The school was great, but one thing that always annoyed you were the rumors. Always rumors of some creature or invader prowling around and snatching students.
The silliest, and by far the most annoying, rumor was that there lurked a rabbit man-hybrid of unnatural origin who prowled the woods looking for revenge on the kitsune that drove him mad.
Some said that he was the result of a mad mage, a kitsune, who fused his rabbit familiar with an innocent human mage.
Others said he was a simple wererabbit druid that had gone mad when his kitsune lover rejected him.
A few claimed he was a native beast to the area that simply hated how wild foxes preyed on wild rabbits and hated anything that resembled a fox.
But you? You said it was all bullshit. Dumbass students fooled by a prank that took on a life of its own and continued for decades.
And you were going to prove it was all a hoax because you were fed the fuck up with hearing about it.
You gathered some camping supplies and on the weekend when you were free of classes and walked the long overgrown path into The Frostweary Woods. So named because half of all the foliage had wooly white hairs on it.
The overgrown path faded out and then disappeared completely about a mile in. It was clear no one came here very often. The trees grew larger and the birds quieter as you continued.
It was lik another world, trying to hide its secrets under fuzzy white leaves and silence.
You came upon a somewhat clear area, a place once used by long gone werewolf students to have loud parties away from campus. Before they had the frathouse and sometimes used a hidden cave when that wasn't good enough.
This was where students claimed to have seen the rabbit creature.
You looked around and found nothing, but your sensitive nose lead you further beyond the clearing.
A sweet scent with a musky undertone beckoned you, almost hypnotically so.
You followed it to a burrow going under some giant trees. It smelled overwhelmingly of… rabbit…
It was probably being used by a big family of common rabbits… yeah… but why not make a tactical retreat anyway? You were going to camp but you had nothing else to prove! There was nothing there at a-
A voice cut through your thoughts, you flicked your ears.
"D-d-darling!? You finally r-returned to me! I kn-knew you would!"
You turned around to see a tall lanky figure, lean but well muscled, behind you. He towered at least a foot and a half above you.
He had cream colored hair and fur and dark brown skin. His arms up to the elbow and legs up to mid thigh were covered in fluffy fur, making it look like he was wearing lewd clothing.
But really, he wore nothing at all, his uncut cock and balls swaying as he spoke. The musky sweetness emanating from them was almost dizzying.
"I s-stayed here for you, I l-love you so much! C-come inside darling~"
Before you could react he had hopped the distance, his long furry ears flopping as he did so.
You tried struggling, tried pleading, you explained who you were and that he had the wrong person. But he wasn't having it.
"Y-y-you must have a-amnesia, my little f-f-foxy~ That's o-okay! My name is Mallow. I'll get your memories b-b-back!"
He plucked you up like a weightless toy and sat you down on his lap. His smell now truly overwhelming, rolling off his crotch and pits. For some reason you found yourself drooling.
"I don't have amnesia! Let me go!"
He started stripping you despite your struggles.
"D-d-don't be silly! We just have t-to jog your m-memory! L-l-lets do your favorite thing, maybe that w-will h-help"
He finished stripping you and sat you back on his lap.
"What's my favorite thing?" You sobbed as your tail twitched nervously.
He began fingering your hole with a furry finger as he replied.
