[Point of view: Marcus Carvalho]

  This night was …long.

  First, I had a meeting with the Chinese mafia. Shì Hún, a tigress with a snake's smile, made me fight in exchange for what I needed.

  Three one-on-one fights, each with a different anthro. The first two were easy considering my attributes, powers, and blessings. But the third one was a real warrior, and I got enthusiastic, ended up taking a dose of my rare hydra venom and faced my opponent on equal footing.

  After winning and receiving my rewards, I got tied up in a marriage with that old tigress’s daughter.

  'Madame Hún is the kind of person who wins even when she loses,' I think, furious with the old lady.

  "Aiiii!" whimpers Edith.

  "Sorry," I say to the bunny in the bathtub that I accidentally squeezed in my hands too hard.

  After playing Van damme in The White Dragon, I was finally relaxing and enjoying the night, drinking and eating with Edith, but the bunny downed a full glass of absinthe all at once.

  Fearing the worst, I paid the bill and carried Edith out of the femboy hooters as fast as possible. As soon as we stepped outside, she threw up all over me. I don't even blame her. Absinthe is a strong drink, even for people used to drinking. The bunny didn’t stand a chance of not getting sick.

  I quickly teleported us home using my signature I drew with ‘Warpchalk’ on the wall. Edith, still trembling, begged me to take her to the toilet fast, where she spent a few minutes throwing up while I held her ears.

  When she had finished "emptying" herself, she tried to lie down on the bathroom floor and sleep. Since I was responsible for her situation, I lifted her up, brushed her teeth, and now I’m giving her a bath.

  Ps: Yes, her front incisors are big, but not like normal rabbits or cartoon ones.

  "Marcuuuuuuus," Edith whimpers.

  "Yes, Edith," I answer, carefully scrubbing her back.

  "Marcus, I’m sorry!" She sobs, her body shaking. "I-I’m pathetic…"

  Her voice falters, the words turn into desperate hicups sobs. Her long ears droop, her eyes red from so much crying. She tries to hide her face with her hands, but the gesture only makes her seem even more vulnerable.

  "Come on Edith, stop that," I try to calm her, but she keeps going.

  "I don’t deserve you. I’m pathetic, small, weak… I can’t even drink properly. I’m a disgrace to all Anthros."

  The tears run down her face, mixing with the water in the bathtub. Her body trembles, not just from the cold but from the sadness consuming her. Her small hands grip the edge of the tub tightly.

  "Edith, look at me." I hold her face, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes are full of pain, a deep sadness that breaks my heart. "You’re none of that. You’re smart, and..."

  "No, I’m not!" she interrupts me, her voice cracking. "I’m a useless little bunny. I can’t even defend myself, let alone the man I love. If it weren’t for you, I would be..."

  Her voice fails again, the sobs return with full force. She curls up, trying to make herself smaller, like she wants to disappear. It’s a heartbreaking scene, but I can only focus on one thing.

  "Sooo… " I start it with a teasing smile on my face. "Do you love me, Edith?"

  Edith freezes, her eyes wide, her mouth forming a perfect “o.” She tries to speak, but her words tangle, turning into meaningless stammering. I wait, patient, as she struggles to find her voice.

  'So cute,' I think as I wait for an answer.

  But then, suddenly, she stops. Her eyes, once full of tears, now shine with a fury I’ve never seen before.

  "Of course I love you, Marcus!" she yells, suddenly standing up, water splashing everywhere from the bathtub.

  The words come out in a rush, no pause, no breath. She’s furious, yes, but there’s something more. A passion, an intensity that catches me off guard.

  "You’r like so hot, wonderful, kind, hot, caring, always cheerful and very hot," she says shaking her arms.

  "You said hot three times."

  "That’s because you are!" she exclaims like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "You protect me, you make me feel special and safe even when we’re surrounded by danger."

  I always knew Edith liked me, but this… this is something completely different.

  She goes on, her voice loud, her hands gesturing. The shyness, the insecurity… all of it vanished, replaced by the same confidence she had when she tried to protect me at the femboy hooters.

  Except this time, she was finally allowing herself to be who she really is, without fear, shyness or shame.

  "Before you showed up my life was so boring, I felt so empty… you’re the only one who makes me feel alive and... all fuzzy inside."

  I pull Edith into a tight hug, feeling her small, soft body against mine. She’s so warm and fragile, yet at the same time, so strong and determined.

  "Edith, you’re very dear to me," I whisper, my voice almost choking. "You make me feel so alive, being around you is way better than when I was with my family."

  She snuggles closer, her long ears brushing my face. I can feel her heart racing, her warm breath on my chest. It’s such a perfect moment, but...

  I pull Edith back, holding her by the shoulders. Her eyes, once bright, are now confused, full of doubt.

  "Marcus? What’s wrong?" she asks, her voice trembling.

  I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. I don’t want to hurt her, but I also don’t want to lead her on.

  "Edith, I... I don’t know if I’m ready to open my heart again." The words come out fast, like ripping off a bandage. "After everything I lost for the second time coming to this world... I don’t know if I can already open myself up to love again."

  She stares at me, eyes wide. I can see the pain in them, the disappointment. But I also see understanding. Edith is smart, and sensitive. She understands my struggle, even if it hurts.

  Amidst our uncomfortable silence Edith’s ears perk up, her eyes light up with an idea. She takes a small step back, her body trembling slightly.

  "Marcus, what if... what if we don’t need a serious relationship?" Her voice is firm, but resolute. "What if we could have something... purely carnal?"

  The question catches me off guard. I stare at her, trying to process what she just said. Edith, the sweet and shy little bunny, is proposing something I never imagined.

  I cough, choking on Edith’s proposal. Heat rises up my neck, my cheeks burn. I stammer, trying to find the right words.

  "Edith, I... I don’t know if that would be appropriate."

  The words come out in a whisper, barely audible. Edith stares at me, her eyes shining with a mix of hope and fear. But then, the light in her eyes fades, replaced by deep sadness.

  "I understand, Marcus." Her voice is barely a whisper, full of pain. "You don’t find me attractive."

  She shrinks, her ears drooping, her eyes filling with tears again. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable, so broken, cuts me deeply. I can’t let her think that. I can’t let her feel that way.

  "Edith, stop." My voice comes out firm, resolute. I hold her face, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes are full of tears, but there’s also a spark of hope. "You’re attractive. I’d love to make your fluffy bunny butt bounce on my dick."

  The words come out without thinking, straight from the heart. Edith’s eyes go wide, her mouth once again forming a perfect “o.” She stares at me, shocked, but also… aroused. I can see the sparkle in her eyes, her breathing quickens. She bites her lower lip, her cheeks flushing.

  Then, without warning, she jumps out of the bathtub, her wet body colliding with mine. Her arms wrap around my neck, her legs around my waist. Before I can react, her lips are on mine, hungry, desperate.

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  "Uhuuum." I try to protest with my mouth full of bunny tongue.

  The kiss is intense, full of a passion I’ve never thought would feel again. Her hands grab my hair, pulling me closer. I can taste the sweet mint flavor of toothpaste on her.

  'Thank God I brushed her teeth before this kiss.'

  [Point of view: Luni]

  I turned off the last lights getting ready to leave, the neon glow from the outside sign ‘Femboy Hooters’ invading the dark hall.

  "Why is it always the hot guys..." I muttered angrily remembering that tall, muscular Latino guy. "Who cares the most about those flea-ridden animals?"

  Still frustrated, I check everything before leaving. Counter clean, chairs stacked, the silence was nearly absolute, except for the distant hum of night traffic.

  "I thought the extra strong drink would make the rabbit sick and Marcus would abandon her, but instead he carried her like an Amazon carries a prince."

  I wiped down the already clean counter, frustration guiding my movements.

  "What did he see in that dull little bunny?" I grumbled, the cleaning rag thrown over my shoulder. "She doesn’t have half my flair, my charm, and my butt is way sexier and perkier than hers."

  The image of Marcus, all muscular and heroic, next to that bland bunny annoyed me so much.

  "If he likes small and feminine things, I’m way better than that stupid bunny." I keep rating for myself. "He could have anyone, so why her?"

  The empty hall seemed to amplify my thoughts, my voice echoing louder than usual.

  "I’m better-looking and much smarter!" The cleaning rag was now a whip in my hands, snapping against the counter. "I am twenty-five years old and the Anthrostate still hasn’t caught me. I’m not shackled to some stinking Anthro like most men. That says something, doesn’t it?"

  I spun, the rag flying through the air, and stared at my reflection in the mirror behind the counter, seeing something that shouldn’t be there.

  I froze in place, the cleaning rag slipping from my fingers. In the mirror, behind me, a massive silhouette, white as snow. A polar bear, her nose wet, black eyes locked on me. The brown overcoat didn’t hide her size, nor the shiny badge pinned to her lapel with the words: Anthrostate Inspector.

  "Good evening, human." Her voice, a deep growl with a heavy accent, reverberated through the hall. "I am Inspector Masha Medvetskaya."

  I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

  "H-h-hi," my voice came out weak and shaky.

  The bear took a step forward, the floorboards creaking under her weight. I turned slowly to face her, fear tightening in my chest.

  "I’m investigating a case." She raised a paw, showing a photo of the hyena that harassed Marcus, caught between her claws. "A human was harassed by a group of delinquent hyenas. The trail brought me here."

  I let out a relieved sigh, the knot in my stomach loosening.

  "Ah, I see." My voice still trembled, but the tension in my shoulders eased. "Well, I… I don’t know anything."

  Masha put the photo away, her black eyes fixed on me.

  "I understand, but to be honest the hyena case can wait." She took another step, the badge gleaming under the dim lights from outside. "Seven years is a long time for a human to evade the Anthrostate."

  My heart stopped.

  A thousand thoughts ran through my mind, but instinct prevailed. It screamed, shouted, begged me to run. But before I could take even a single step back, a huge bear paw landed on my shoulder, heavy as stone, pinning me in place.

  The warmth of Masha’s paw burned through my shirt, it felt like it was scorching my skin. The badge on her lapel gleamed, a constant reminder of her power, of her authority.

  Masha tilted her head, her black eyes shining with a mix of authority and something else… something I couldn’t identify.

  "You are a fugitive criminal, human," she said, her voice firm. "But don’t worry. The Anthrostate will find an Anthro to take care of you and most important put you in your place."

  My heart stopped.

  "Take care of me?" The words came out automatically, full of disbelief and fear.

  Masha nodded, her paw still firm on my shoulder.

  "Yes. Males need someone strong, someone who can guide and protect them. An Anthro will do that for you. Just take this piece of advice: don’t comment on her smell like you did… some anthros are into blood play."

  [Point of view: Marcus Carvalho]

  Content Warning: The following text contains explicit sexual content. If you prefer not to read such material, you may wish to skip ahead to the next chapter.

  

  To say Edith is "excited" for her first time is an understatement so massive it’s practically a lie.

  "CALM DOWN, EDITH!" I roar, trying to talk some sense into the inebriated rabbit. "At least let me get to the bedroom, you thirsty animal!"

  I kick the bedroom door open with Edith clinging to me like a tick. Her desperate little paws are already shredding my shirt, and her lips, warm, wet, and relentless, are trailing burning kisses down my neck. Her ragged panting echoes in my ear, every breath thick with unadulterated need.

  "Seriously, girl, chill..." My voice is hoarse, but she isn't listening.

  Her agile hands slide down my chest, nails scratching lightly as she marks her territory. I feel her sharp teeth nibbling on my skin, not deep enough to bleed, but enough to make me wince.

  "Ouch! Hey, watch it!" I grunt, trying to peel her off.

  Unfortunately, she has a death grip on my collar. As I pull back, the buttons burst, flying in every direction as the fabric gives way.

  "Two shirts in one day?" I ask the ceiling, exasperated. "I’ve got the cash, but come on, lady!"

  Taking advantage of my frustration, Edith slips through my grasp and lunges again. Her paws dive for my waist, tugging urgently at my pants.

  "I need you, Marcus..." she whimpers, her voice a desperate, needy whisper.

  I stiffen instantly as she rubs her cheek against my crotch, even through the fabric of my underwear.

  "So hot... so hard," she murmurs, nuzzling herself against me. She looks up with hopeful, glazed eyes. "Did I do this to you?"

  I give a slow nod, making the horny bunny’s day. She beams, her hands roaming up my bare chest to explore every muscle before diving back down. With a burst of surprising strength, she yanks my underwear down.

  "My Goddess," she breathes, staring in shock at what she’s unleashed.

  I let out an awkward laugh. I remember getting a "healthy" upgrade when I first isekai’d, but it’s been a mixed blessing. I’ve had women turn tail and run at the sight of my twelve-inch cock, others, well, they begged for it.

  "Hey, it's okay, Edith," I say, trying to steady her even as her eyes remain glued to my junk. "I've dealt with this before."

  I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her onto my right thigh. Her big, round eyes finally snap up to mine, looking utterly confused. I caress her cheek, feeling the silkiness of her fur.

  "It’s... significantly larger than average. I don’t want to hurt you."

  Edith blinks, her ears drooping as she bites her lower lip. But then, to my surprise, she slides off my lap. Her small, nimble hands begin to grope me, exploring every inch of my rigid length. A shiver races down my spine at her touch, gentle, curious, and incredibly soft.

  "So, you want to keep going?" I ask, my voice cracking.

  She doesn't say a word. She just keeps exploring, her pink nose twitching as she leans in to sniff me. She closes her eyes for a second, savoring the scent, before looking up with pleading eyes and a goofy, shy smile.

  "I know it's big," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "But can I at least try?"

  I’m floored. I expected fear or hesitation, but this? This is pure, raw curiosity. Since I have no good reason to deny a cute girl access to the goods, I nod and lay back on the bed.

  Naked and brave, the little bunny jumps on me, her eyes shimmering with a mix of nerves and adrenaline. She moves with an unexpected, intentional grace.

  "Take it easy," I warn, my voice low. "I really don’t want to break you."

  She settles on top of me, and I notice two things immediately. First, she is absolutely soaking, her moist heat is already pressing against me, sending my instincts into a tailspin. Second, my shaft looks absolutely monstrous against her small frame. I expect her to back off, but her eyes are glazed with lust, a trickle of drool escaping the corner of her mouth.

  "How about we start with some foreplay? I can use my fingers to relax-."

  She cuts me off with a low moan, hovering her hips over the head of my dick.

  "Shhh, Marcus," she husks. "Just... let me get in position."

  I feel her slickness coat the tip, and my blood begins to boil. "Edith! I know you're ready, but you're a virgin. Take it slow-."

  She stares me down, her voice firm and determined. "That’s just bullshit Anthro propaganda, Marcus."

  Before I can even process that, she drops. Hard.

  Her vice-grip cunt takes me all at once.

  "Iiiip!" she squeaks, a sound of pure regret and shock. A ragged moan escapes my lips as I’m buried in a velvet, soaking-wet prison.

  "Fuck, you're tight!" I groan through gritted teeth.

  Her body is trembling, her eyes wide and her mouth frozen in a perfect "O." She’s completely paralyzed, utterly impaled. Her curvy little body, usually so fluid, has gone rigid.

  "Edith?" I ask urgently. "Are you okay?"

  She doesn't answer at first, just stares at me with eyes full of unshed tears.

  "I'm fine," she finally rasps. "This is nothing... I totally don't feel like a ship’s mast just ran me through."

  Her body shakes, and I feel a surge of guilt. I reach for her waist to lift her off, but she snaps her paws onto my wrists, pinning them with surprising strength.

  "No, Marcus. I just need a moment to. Oh my Goddess!" She cuts herself off as her body hitches in a small, involuntary orgasm. Her walls squeeze so hard I think the circulation to my prick is going to cut off. "To... to get used to it."

  A single tear runs down her cheek, but she doesn't look away. I take a deep breath, fighting the urge to just lose it right there.

  "Are you sure? You look like you're in pain."

  She waves a hand dismissively, a shy smile returning to her face even as she continues to drool a little. "It’s stretching me... it hurts... but in such a good way. Just... give me a second."

  Slowly, she begins to relax. The tension drains from her muscles, and I feel her warmth pulling me deeper, squeezing me even tighter. She closes her eyes, breathing through the sensation. Her fingers slide off my wrists and roam across my chest, exploring my muscles.

  "This is... different," she whispers in wonder. "I still feel the pain, but I... I want more."

  I go to say something, but she silences me with a kiss. Her lips are soft and scorching. She begins to move, cautious, slow, testing the limits of what she can take. I feel every agonizingly slow rise and fall. The pleasure is intense, almost suffocating, but I force myself to stay still. My muscles are locked, every fiber of my being screaming to take control and hammer her, but I hold back.

  Then, Edith picks up the pace. Her movements grow urgent.

  SLAP! SLAP!

  The pain in her eyes vanishes, replaced by a glint of pure, predatory pleasure. She isn't shaking from fear anymore, she’s shaking from excitement.

  SLAP! SLAP!

  "Marcus..." she husks. "This is... incredible."

  She’s taking me deeper with every stroke. I can feel my member deforming against her belly from the inside. She leans forward, her small hands bracing against my abdomen as she rises onto her tiptoes. I’m almost all the way out of her, and her eyes are full of nothing but hunger.

  "Edith... easy now. I'm not going anywhere, you crazy-."

  She presses a finger to my lips, a mischievous, borderline insane smile on her face. Then she lets out a lust-filled laugh and starts to hammer herself down onto me with terrifying speed.

  SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

  It’s like being hit by a jackhammer.

  "Edith! You're gonna hurt yourself!" I yell, half-panicked and half-ecstatic.

  SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

  She isn't listening. She’s gone feral. Every impact is a shock to my system. I have to fight with everything I have not to just flip her over and take over.

  "Moooore..." she moans. "I need this... I need you!"

  SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

  The wet sound of our bodies colliding echoes through the room. Her nails dig into my chest, marking me, claiming me. I can barely breathe, my voice coming out in a hoarse, inaudible wreck.

  She’s lost in it. Her eyes are snapped shut, her mouth open in a continuous, high-pitched moan. Her body is a blur of motion.

  SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

  Suddenly, she lunges forward, crashing her lips against mine in a desperate, messy kiss. I feel her moan vibrate through my own mouth. Her body erupts into violent spasms. Her pussy clamps down on my cock like a vice, pulsing with the heat of her orgasm.

  "Marcus...!"

  I can’t hold it back anymore. My body snaps, and I explode inside her with a force that leaves me gasping for air. Every pulse of my climax makes her squeeze harder, our bodies locked together in the aftermath.

  SLAP... slap...

  She keeps moving for a moment, her rhythm slowing as the tremors take her. Her kiss turns soft and lingering. Slowly, she sags against me, the tension finally leaving her limbs.

  She pulls back just enough to look at me, her big eyes brimming with satisfaction and genuine affection. With a shy smile, she collapses onto my chest, her heart drumming a frantic beat against my own.

  "That was... whoa," she whispers, her voice full of awe.

  I stroke her fur, feeling her warmth and the dampness of the sweat between us. "You're incredible, Edith," I say, and I mean it. "For a first-timer... you were a damn legend."

  She smiles, her eyes fluttering shut as she adjusts herself against me, finally at peace.