Imogen couldn’t believe her luck when she saw her. A young leporid woman sat alone at the bar, her mauve dress setting off her caramel-coloured hair and ears. She had these adorable large eyes, flawless skin, a well-toned form, and a slightly nervous cast to her as she glanced at her fellow patrons of the Charging Ram. In short, she looked delectable, and the vulpid couldn’t wait to eat her up.

Casually sauntering over, Imogen took a seat next to the young woman, who, despite the constant twitching of her ears, still jumped in surprise when she noticed her. She locked eyes with the blonde as she spoke. “Hi there, cutie. I’m Imogen; what’s your name?” She brushed a lock of rust-red hair from her face as she extended a hand in greeting.

The leporid turned bright red, clearly embarrassed by the sudden attention. “M-Mina,” she stammered, extending her own hand for Imogen to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Mina.” Imogen smiled broadly, flashing her canines as she did so. “What’s a pretty young thing like yourself doing here, of all places?” Mina wasn’t so out-of-place as to be bizarre, but she certainly looked a shade more delicate and refined than most of the drinkers here; her dress was certainly of finer make than Imogen’s rough vest, shirt, and trousers.

“I-I’m in need of some money, recently, a-and so I came here to see if I could perhaps sing. A-as you can see,” and she gestured to a lutenist in the corner sopping up most of the patrons’ attention, “th-they already have one tonight, b-but the owner said I could maybe come by t-tomorrow!”

“So you’re all by yourself, then?” Imogen felt a pang of sympathy for the leporid.

“Y-yes. I-I had to move out of my f-father’s house. I-I’d rather n-not talk about it.”

“That’s completely understandable. If you don’t mind my saying so, you looked like you were in need of some company. I could provide that, if you want… although it looks like I may be scaring you a bit?”

“O-oh, no, not at all! I mean, yes, you can sit here, if y-you’re happy to. I’m just a bit naturally jumpy, I think, and… w-well, we’re not a rabbit and a fox, of course, b-but…” Mina gestured to Imogen’s ears, pricked up and alert like her own, but short and pointed where the leporid’s were longer and trying to flop over.

“Yes, I suppose some of the old instincts are still there, hm? Actually… That reminds me; I learned something interesting about rabbits and foxes recently. I could tell you, if you’re interested… but I’d probably bore you to death with all the details.” Imogen laughed self-deprecatingly.

Mina gestured in a conciliatory manner. “N-no, not at all! I’m sure I’ll be interested in whatever you have to say.”

Wow, this was proving easier than Imogen had anticipated. No need to soften her up; Mina was practically eating out of the palm of her hand already. Making sure she was still making eye contact with the leporid, Imogen began.

“See, there’s this interesting thing that happens when a rabbit and a fox lock eyes. You’d think that the rabbit would know that she’s in danger and run away from the fox as fast as possible. But if she’s met her gaze, that doesn’t happen. In fact, the rabbit finds it impossible to look away from the fox; impossible to move away from the fox; impossible to do anything but stare into the fox’s eyes, as the fox stares into hers. Isn’t that fascinating? Somehow, the fox tells the rabbit that she should stay still; that she should ignore the danger; that she should ignore everything, other than the fox. And the rabbit listens to her; she keeps staring, and finds that everything else around her begins to seem… less important, less relevant. Like nothing matters other than looking at the fox, and listening to the fox, and thinking about the fox; like the whole rest of the world around her fades away as she just keeps staring and staring at this predator; this being that wants nothing more than to eat her up; leaving herself completely vulnerable and open to anything the fox wants from her. If the fox allowed it, I could walk right up to the rabbit, trapped by her gaze, and start petting it, and the rabbit wouldn’t react at all, wouldn’t even know I was doing anything.” Imogen slowly lifted a hand and began stroking Mina’s arm, laying limp on the bar. The leporid showed no sign of awareness this was happening, instead continuing to stare, rapt and trembling slightly, into the vulpid’s eyes, her own eyes beginning to glaze slightly and jaw hanging limp. Imogen continued. “Or, of course, the fox could do that, if she wanted. The rabbit wouldn’t care at all, if the fox didn’t want her to. No matter where the fox’s paws… or perhaps tail… roamed,” and at this her hand moved to the leporid’s back, “the rabbit wouldn’t notice a thing. She’d just keep staring, staring and falling into the eyes of this beautiful, deadly predator who’s claimed her. Because by this point, the fox has claimed the rabbit, has made the rabbit hers, and the rabbit knows this. If they could speak actual words, and the fox were to ask the rabbit, “Who do you belong to?”, what do you think the rabbit would say?”

“I belong to you, Mistress.” Mina whispered the words, so quietly that if Imogen hadn’t been anticipating them, she wouldn’t have noticed the leporid talking at all.

“That’s correct. And the fox would praise the rabbit for that answer; would tell her that she was being such a good, obedient girl for her, doing such a good job of sinking and listening and following and obeying; and the rabbit keeps staring and dropping for her Mistress. Now, we both know that rabbits and foxes can’t talk, of course. But it’s at this point, once the rabbit has been completely claimed and enraptured by the fox, that she begins to hear her commands anyway, in a sense. Maybe it’s through touch,” she gently pulled Mina’s shoulder, and the leporid slid towards her, “or through smell,” Mina’s nose twitched as she scented Imogen’s perfume, mouth watering as their lips came closer to each other, “or even through taste,” and the two kissed, Mina’s soft lips yielding instantly to Imogen’s tongue. “But however they communicate, the rabbit always knows exactly what her Mistress wants her to do, and will obey her will, no matter how dangerous it might be.”

Mina, by this point, was completely gone. Her eyes were rolled back in their sockets, lids fluttering in a futile attempt to stay open; a small trickle of drool was forming on her chin; her hair was messed and slightly tangled; and she was panting with desire and trembling with fear in equal measure. Imogen smiled as she took all of this in, surveying her conquest. Before she could reap the rewards, however, there were some necessary questions she had to ask.

“Tell me, Mina, do you have anywhere you need to be this evening?”

“…No.”

“No, who?”

“…No, Mistress.”

“Good girl. And is anyone expecting you at home; anyone who might get worried if you didn’t show up?”

“No, Mistress.”

“And is there anything else you need to do here, before you leave?”

“I just ordered dinner… I wouldn’t want to waste my money, Mistress.”

“No, of course not. And I want you nicely fed and full for what’s about to happen.” Imogen brought a hand to gently caress the plane of Mina’s tummy, provoking a simultaneous cringe and a shudder from the leporid. “So, you’re going to neaten yourself up, and then, when the food comes out, pretend like nothing’s happened; pretend that we’ve just been having a normal conversation; that I haven’t caught and claimed you; and you’ll eat every last morsel of that meal. But in your mind, there won’t be anything other than the desire to obey me, no matter how dangerous I might be. Do you understand me?”

“…Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Straighten yourself out now.” Imogen quietly snapped her fingers, at a volume that only her fellow beastkin would be able to hear, and Mina moved instantly, wiping her chin, pushing her hair away from her eyes, sitting up straight, and bringing a more attentive, aware expression to her face. For the first time since their conversation had begun, Imogen chanced a look around the tavern. Nobody seemed to be paying the two of them much mind, just as she’d anticipated. The barmaid approached the counter at this point, sliding a bowl of vegetable stew across to Mina, who dutifully picked up the spoon and began to eat it all down. Imogen, for her part, sat and watched, making sure to lock eyes with the leporid whenever she glanced up at her. Mina at one point made as if to offer the vulpid some of the meal, but Imogen shook her head. “Don’t worry about me… I’m sure I’ll be able to eat my fill later tonight.”

As soon as the last spoonful had passed Mina’s lips, Imogen stood up. The leporid’s eyes were once again locked to the vulpid, compelled to track her.

“Follow me,” was all Imogen said, before turning and walking out of the Charging Ram, tail swishing behind her. Mina hurried to obey, catching up once they got to the street and began walking together towards the market district. As they did so, Imogen turned back to her conquest. “Tell me, Mina - if the fox told the rabbit to follow her somewhere, where do you think she’d lead her?”

“To her den, Mistress.”

“That’s right. She leads the rabbit down, down, down to her den, the rabbit’s eyes locked to her tail, unable to tell where they are or how to get back, so focused is she on the fox. The rabbit doesn’t need to know where they are or how to get back, because, well, that’s pointless for her now, isn’t it?” She spared another glance back and saw Mina nod ever so slightly, whole frame trembling but unable to do anything but focus and follow. “And once they get to the fox’s den… what do you think happens to the rabbit?” Imogen’s voice was almost a whisper itself now, deadly and edged, forcing Mina ever closer to her captor to hear her.

“She… the rabbit… g-gets eaten.”

“Well, you’ll have to find out after we- oh, look. We’re at my house.”

They entered the small townhouse together, Imogen leading Mina straight to her bedroom. It was fairly small and cramped, but well-kept, and certainly large enough for her purposes. Imogen gestured for the leporid to take a seat on the bed, lighting a few candles as she did so. In the flickering light, she knew she would be harder to see, and at the same time would look harder and harsher, more dangerous and deadly. She stood directly over Mina, cupping her face and forcing her to meet her gaze again, still keeping her voice to a near-whisper. The leporid’s eyes were blown wide, her breath a nervous pant.

“So, now we’re in the depths of my house, and I have you right where I want you. And when the fox gets the rabbit to the depths of her den… well, the rabbit knows what’s about to happen, and knows she can’t do anything about it. And so, something happens to her, if the fox wishes. She finds, as she looks at the fox’s face, that she starts to feel very tired; that her eyes are drooping, her breath is slowing, her mind, or what is left of it, is growing distant and dim, as she begins to lose all awareness of anything except her Mistress’ orders, and she falls into a deep sleep in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1.” Imogen tapped Mina on the forehead, and the leporid’s eyes rolled back as she collapsed backwards onto the bed, deep in trance and completely under the vulpid’s control. Imogen brought a hand up to stroke Mina’s face. “Now, then, what should I do with you, my pretty? I think that first, I’ll…”

Imogen snapped the fingers on her other hand, dropping the husky, seductive tone she’d been adopting. “…Break character for a moment, and explain to you what’s really happening here. After all I’ve put you through, you more than deserve it. So, to start, you’re free to wake up, open your eyes, and walk right out of here. I can give you directions to the tavern or walk you back if you need. Do you wish to do that?” She retreated to a respectful distance from Mina.

The leporid took an agonisingly long time to think, but eventually shook her head, her body otherwise remaining limp. “No… not yet.”

“I’m glad to hear it. So, the story I told you about rabbits and foxes meeting eyes? Total bullshit; not a word of it’s true, at least to my knowledge. There’s nothing magical in our heritage compelling you to obey me when we lock eyes. However, it’s a very useful story with which to hypnotise someone such as yourself. How much do you know about hypnosis?”

“Nothing.”

“I should give you a quick primer, then. Right now, you’re in a hypnotic trance. It essentially opens up your mind, making you far more open to suggestion and influence than you otherwise would be. It can make you feel, as I did for you, like you’re helplessly under someone’s spell; compelled to obey them. However, it could also make you more confident, or believe you’re someone else, or any number of other things, so long as you were willing to follow the narrative you’re being told. So, some part of you, at the very least, felt you should feel compelled to obey me. Is that something that you consciously wanted, or, now that it’s happened, consciously enjoy? I’m not expecting any particular answer from you; be honest.”

“I… maybe? I… was scared… still am, a bit… but I think I’m also excited by it?”

“I see. So, I should tell you my plan. My intention was to hypnotise you into believing yourself to be helplessly under my control, bring you here, and, if you are willing, have sex with you. Does that appeal to you?”

“I… I’m not sure.”

“Do you need more time to think? Or should I break it into smaller pieces and you can see whether you like them individually?”

“Break it down?”

“Certainly. First: are you interested in staying here, or do you want to leave?”

“…Stay.”

“Do you want to be intimate?”
“…Yes.”

“Do you want to have sex, or not go that far?”

“Have sex.”

“Do you want to remain hypnotised?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to feel like you have to obey me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to feel like I’m a scary predator and you’re my helpless prey, or not that intense?”

“I… want to feel scared?”

“I’m so happy to hear that, Mina. Is this something new for you; did you not realise you like this sort of thing.”

“Yes. I… I don’t know why I feel this way; it sort of feels like it should be wrong…”

“It’s a kink, dear. They’re nothing to be ashamed of, no matter what anyone wants to tell you. However, it’s important that we be safe. So, if at any point - no matter what we’re doing - if you feel unsafe, or like you’re no longer having fun, or like you want to stop for any reason, you’ll be able to tell me, and I’ll stop. You’ll be able to wake yourself up a bit, or fully, if you need to. You’ll be able to modify any orders I give you, without asking me, if there’s a part of them you don’t like. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Now, I want you to imagine that you’re taking all your memories from the point that I broke character up to now. Imagine you’re standing in your mind, and have a hold of all those memories. Tell me when you’re imagining that; take as much time as you need.”

Mina took a few seconds, face scrunching up in concentration ever so slightly, before she said, “Okay.”

“Good. Now, I want you to imagine that there’s a box in front of you in your mind. It’s an open box, big enough to hold all of those memories, and there’s a lock on the front. Can you see it?”

“…Yes, Mistress.”

“Very good. What you’re going to do, is you’re going to put all of those memories into that box. You’ll still remember them for now; the lid’s still open. But you’re going to gently place all those memories in there.”

“Done.”

“You’re doing so well for me. Now, the thing that’s special about this box, is that when it’s closed and locked, your conscious mind - the part that has all your thoughts, all your emotions, and so on - will completely forget anything that’s inside. You’ll consciously forget you’re safe, and that you can stop at any time, because you want to feel like you’re in danger. However, there’s another part of your mind, called your subconscious. Your subconscious doesn’t do much most of the time, but sometimes it can help you out. Have you ever had a difficult problem you’ve been working on, unable to find an answer, and so you move on… and then, an hour later, the answer’s suddenly there?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s your subconscious helping you out. And right now, your subconscious mind is going to remember everything you put in that box, even when it’s closed and locked. And if you need to stop, or slow down, or wake up, or change a suggestion, then your subconscious mind will know you can do that, and it will remind your conscious mind that you can. And your conscious mind will be able to act on that information, no matter how bound and controlled and enthralled and helpless it’s feeling. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl. And now…” Imogen placed her hand back on Mina’s head. “You can feel my hand, the one that’s on your head now, reaching into your mind, moving towards that box with your memories in it. And when I snap my fingers, my hand will close that box and lock it up tight, and your conscious mind will believe that it’s completely under my control, and that I’m some scary, mysterious stranger. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Mina breathed.

“Very good. Forgetting this little conversation in 3… 2… 1…”

Imogen snapped her fingers again, and Mina’s demeanour changed, reverting to the nervous, shaky, but also excited disposition she’d had before Imogen had come clean. The vulpid trailed her hand possessively down the leporid’s face and onto her chest, resting her nails just above her now-racing heart.

“First, I should see the goods, shouldn’t I? Get a sense of what I’m dealing with.” Without much ceremony, she flopped Mina onto her front, allowing her access to the buttons of her dress. Popping them open quickly, she rolled the leporid back over, manoeuvring the two of them so that Imogen was sat behind Mina, propping up her slumped form as she rolled her dress down to her navel. Imogen didn’t bother to deal with Mina’s corset yet, instead beginning to play with the tops of her plush breasts that spilled out of the garment slightly. “Look at these,” she whispered into a twitching ear. “They’re all mine now, aren’t they?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Mina murmured.

“Say it fully, little rabbit.”

“M-my tits belong to you, Mistress.”

“‘Tits’, hmm? Are you always so vulgar about your body?” Imogen began to toy with the laces on the leporid’s corset.

“I- uhhh…”

“Aww, is someone all confused? That’s alright; you don’t need to think any more, do you? Not with a body like this.” The corset came free, and Imogen delivered a couple of very gentle slaps to Mina’s face with one hand as she began to feel her up in earnest with the other. Soon, both hands were attached to the leporid’s chest, squeezing and kneading as Mina shivered and moaned beneath her ministrations. “Ooh, these feel so big and delectable.” Imogen bent over and delivered a slight nip to one breast, earning a squeak from Mina. The vulpid chuckled low and deep as her hands returned to Mina’s dress, pulling it down over her hips, gathering up her smallclothes when she reached them, and dragging both garments off her legs. She summarily yanked the leporid’s boots and socks off, leaving Mina completely naked, body lolling around, still in a deep trance. “What a fine specimen we have here,” she cooed. She glided her nails down Mina’s neck, over the curve of her breasts, down her stomach, and onto the swell of her mound, nestling among her golden curls. Mina panted slightly. She was already hot and wet, a fact Imogen was quick to pounce on. “Is someone excited to be my meal?”

“Y-yes, Mistress. I w-want to be your m-meal. I-I want you to eat me up; to use my body until you’re sated; to-”

Imogen placed a finger to Mina’s mouth. “That’s enough chat out of my meal, don’t you think?” She began to ease herself between the leporid’s legs. “Just lie back, and let me have my fill.”

Imogen pulled one of Mina’s legs over her shoulder and practically shoved her mouth into the leporid’s cunt, licking along its length. The leporid’s body was too relaxed to react, but her mouth certainly wasn’t, as she let out a long, quiet moan. Imogen gripped her butt, nails digging in as she pushed herself further into Mina, her tongue lashing out hard and fast as she devoured the leporid’s wetness. “Fuck, you taste good,” she groaned, drawing a shudder out of Mina. The smell of the leporid’s arousal was driving her wild as she pulled the two of them ever closer; as she was scratched by the vulpid’s nails again, Mina let out another whimpering moan. “Tell me how you feel, little rabbit,” Imogen growled.

“I-I’m so horny for you, Mistress. I want you to use me; I love how you’re hurting me; I want you to take everything I have to give; I’m just a dumb little rabbit who wandered into your den; I- Ahhhh!” Imogen pressed her tongue against Mina’s clit, and the leporid came, splashing the vulpid’s face with her slick as she writhed, helplessly pinned beneath her and the weight of her limbs in trance, before slumping down exhausted.

“Don’t tell me you’re spent already, little rabbit?” Imogen taunted as she began to pull off her own clothes.

“Nuh- not if you don’t want me to be, Mistress.”

“Aww, such an eager slave for me. And why is that?”

“Because you control me, and I belong to you.”

“Good girl. Now, don’t worry; you don’t need to move at all. Just lie back, all weak and helpless, and put that mouth to work. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Mina was clearly ogling Imogen’s muscular form, eyes travelling over her body unashamedly.

“If you’re about to faint on me, tap my leg three times. I don’t want you to stop for any reason.” Imogen waited a second to ensure Mina understood, then sat down unceremoniously on her mouth. Mina instantly got to work, clearly inexperienced but incredibly eager, slipping her tongue between Imogen’s folds as the vulpid ground down against her face. “Ohh, that’s it,” Imogen groaned. “You make for such good prey, little rabbit. Just breathe it all in; lap it all down. Let yourself get completely, helplessly addicted to my taste; unable to think of anything but me- yesss, just there.” She tangled her hand in Mina’s hair, her tail beginning to rub against her tits. “Do a good job, and maybe I’ll keep you around, hm?” The leporid redoubled her efforts, eyes meeting the vulpid’s beseechingly as she did so. “Aww, such a pretty face you’re making there. Do you think that’ll save you?” Mina mumbled something against Imogen’s cunt, causing the vulpid to gasp and grind even harder. “Hah - maybe it will. Fuck, I’m getting there already…” Imogen’s ability to speak coherently soon vanished, as her helpless little morsel desperately ate her out, ears trembling, eyes still begging. Faster than she’d expected, Imogen came, splashing across the leporid’s face and grunting with pleasure, legs briefly tightening around Mina’s head and hand tightening in her hair. It must have been painful, but Mina didn’t - couldn’t - complain, moaning herself as she drank up her Mistress’ slick.

Eventually, Imogen rolled off of Mina, sighing happily as she did so. The leporid was looking slightly woozy - whether from trance or lack of air, the vulpid was unsure - but was clearly still coherent.

“Perhaps I will keep you,” Imogen mused. “But meal or slave, you are still getting bitten. The question is… where?” She rolled Mina over again, exposing her butt and cotton-tail. Imogen grabbed one cheek in each hand. “Perhaps… the rump? I hear that is quite a good cut on rabbits…” Her head moved up next to Mina’s. “Or… the neck? The throat, even?” She righted the leporid once more. “The breast? The stomach? Tell me… where do you want to be bitten?”

“A-anywhere you desire, Mistress. I’m yours.”

“Oho! Anywhere? Even if it might leave a mark on that perfect skin of yours?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Well, then…” Imogen positioned herself over Mina again, aligning their cunts. “Have you ever done this before?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Thought not. Just lie back and learn, then.” As she began rubbing their lips together, dragging a moan from the leporid’s lips, Imogen began to nuzzle against her neck, first with kisses, but slowly building up to nips and then bites - not quite enough to draw blood, but more than enough to bruise. Mina whimpered against her as she did so, a sound that turned into a squeak as Imogen dragged her nails down her sides - again, not enough to bleed, but with sufficient force to scratch. Mina moaned and babbled beneath her, body still helplessly limp and mind still hazily empty, as Imogen ratcheted up her attention - leaving love bites across her collarbone and over her breasts; pulling her torso up to run her nails down her back; pinching her nipples and pulling her hair; doing everything possible to mark the leporid as hers, while still rubbing their vulvas together. “You look so pretty like this,” Imogen whispered. “All marked up; everyone will know you’re mine. My prey; my servant; my meal; my slave; my lover. Mine, mine, mine.” Mina’s breath hitched, and then she was tumbling over the edge of another climax, and Imogen soon after, both of them gasping quietly as their bodies once more slumped together. Little skin above Mina’s chest had been left unmarked in some way, covered in scratches, bruises, and saliva glistening in the candlelight.

Imogen reached out a weary hand and snapped her fingers. “Sleep, Mina.” The leporid’s eyes drifted closed, and she let out an adorable sigh. Imogen snapped her fingers again. “Remember everything. Remember that you’re safe. Remember that I want you to feel comfortable. Remember that you are now here of your own free will, and I have no power over you. And, when you’re ready, you can open your eyes - if you so desire - and tell me what you need, and I will strive to fulfil it for you.” Mina’s form slumped further, her breathing now deep and even rather than panicked. Imogen almost wondered if she had truly fallen asleep, but after a minute, the leporid stirred, lifting her head to meet the vulpid’s eyes. She blushed shyly.

“Wow. That was…” She paused to gather her thoughts. “That was a lot. In a good way, but…” She sat up and approached Imogen with open arms. The vulpid gently embraced her, drawing her close. Mina shuddered slightly as they hugged.

“You can cry if you want to,” Imogen said softly. “That’s normal after something this intense, even if you’re not upset.” Mina didn’t say anything in return, but Imogen could feel her sobbing slightly. She gently stroked her hair, trailing her hand down the leporid’s back, as she worked it through.

“S-sorry,” she eventually sniffled. “I-I enjoyed it; I really d-did…”

“It’s okay; I don’t mind. I’m glad you liked it; so did I. You did so well for me…”

Eventually, Mina’s breathing evened out and a smile returned to her face. She moved out of Imogen’s arms, looking over her body. “Wow, you did a number on me there. Do you have any-”

Imogen had fetched out a box of ointment from her bedside table before Mina had even completed the sentence. “Here you go. Um… may I apply it, or would you rather-”

“Yes, please.” As Imogen set about rubbing the ointment into some of the scrapes she’d left, the two of them sat in companionable silence, the atmosphere of the room changing to something rather more relaxed. As Imogen was just about done, Mina spoke up again. “I, uh… I don’t suppose there’s somewhere here I can bathe?”

“Not here, but there’s a bathhouse just down the road that should still be open, if you’re okay with that. I can promise that this is a good neighbourhood.”

“Could you take me there?”
“Certainly.” The two heaved themselves off the bed and began to re-clothe themselves.

“And could I… could I stay the night?” Mina asked timidly.

“Of course you can. I have a second mattress I can use, if you-”

“I’m more than happy to share a bed, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh! Thank you.” The two of them gathered their belongings and walked to the door. Just before Imogen opened it, Mina held up a hand.

“One more thing.”

“Anything.” Mina raised herself up slightly and planted a kiss on Imogen’s mouth, the tastes of both of them mixing together on their lips. And then, the leporid broke away from a slightly dazed vulpid, opened the door, and walked freely out of her den.