The back streets of Central City were dark, dusty, and dangerous, even more so at night. But still, Vanilla didn't have much of a choice right now. An unavoidable detour meant that she had to hurry through this seedy part of town, or risk spending the night outside.

Indeed, this stretch of land held many dangers. But one such danger actually came from outside the city. The figure spied Vanilla daintily running along, her large breasts bouncing with every step she took.

"Yes... This one will do just fine..."

Vanilla stopped for a few seconds to catch her breath, and get her bearings. She knew she was close to her destination, and looked forward to climbing onto her nice, soft bed, and getting some much needed sleep. But before she could get moving again, she felt a sharp pain stab into her left arm. She shrieked, not realising that someone had just shot her with a tranquilizer.

Vanilla's head started to spin, and her vision blurred. Her fatigue had suddenly increased tenfold, and she was starting to lose the feeling in her body. She could barely think straight, and stumbled on her high heels, nearly toppling over. But soon, the drug took over, and Vanilla's mind switched off. With nothing to support her, the rabbit's body, slowly fell forward, and landed roughly on the sidewalk, bouncing a little, before settling...

Vanilla's mind slowly buzzed back online. She felt a slight cold on her fur, as well as something brushing her back. Groaning, her eyes fluttered open, and she saw that she was no longer in the city. She was inside a barn of some sort, and lay in a pile of hay. Confused, she tried to lift herself up, and found herself unable to do so, instead feeling a pulling sensation on her wrists. Looking down at her body, she realised two things: She was completely nude, and her hands were shackled by metal cuffs, which were attached to something firm beneath her bed of hay.

"Hey, you're finally awake. Fantastic."

Vanilla turned her head to the source of the new voice, and gasped in shock. It was Sticks, the feral badger, almost fully naked herself, save for her bracelets and necklace. But more surprisingly, was her throbbing erection..

"St-Sticks?!" Vanilla spluttered. "What are you doing?! Where am I?! And since when did you have... That?!"

"Calm down, lady. I've always had this. You just never saw it until now." Sticks responded with a cheeky smile. "But you're here for a good reason."

Sticks pounced forward, grasping Vanilla's body as if it were a giant plush toy. The mother could only squeak in fright as the badger's eyes locked with hers.

"It's mating season. And I'm in heat. Us badgers need a mating partner at all times when this time of year rolls round, so we can be fully satisfied. I didn't have one last year, and it wasn't pretty... I wasn't going to go through that again this time..."

Vanilla felt herself getting warm with panic. She knew exactly where this was going...

"I'm choosing you to be my mate for this season." Sticks carried on. "I need someone to satisfy my urge each and every day. Now, let's see what you're like. I've already felt you, and you're really soft and fluffy, so there's a point for you already."

Clambering further up Vanilla's voluptuous form so her belly was level with her head, Sticks started rubbing her she-cock against the rabbit's face. Vanilla whimpered as she felt it stroke up and down her head, forcing her eye shut.

"Hey, don't be like that." Sticks cooed, softly. "You need to get used to this. You'll be seeing, and feeling, a lot of it. Now, let's get a better feel for your insides..."

And with a gurgled yelp from Vanilla, the dick was shoved straight into her mouth. The mother was completely powerless as she felt it move around, exploring her, and stroking her tongue eagerly. Sticks moaned above her, and started fondling her breasts, turned on by the new experience.

"Oooh, yes... That feels amazing... Now, how far does this go down?"

With no way to object, Vanilla could only clench her eyes tightly shut, and let out a muffled groan as Sticks's penis pushed further and further, ending just past the start of her tongue, cutting off her air. The milf kicked her legs in panic, as she felt the badger rub through her hair in fondness. It was pretty clear that Sticks didn't intend to harm her, but she was still a prisoner, enslaved to her whims...

"Now, let's try the other end."

Clambering off of Vanilla's body, Sticks levelled herself with the older woman's pussy, her cock twitching, begging to enter. Vanilla shook her head, silently pleading her captor to stop, but to no avail. She entered, hard.

"OOOH, YEAH!!! THAT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!!!"

"NO!!! PLEASE!!! STOP!!! HEEEELP!!!"

Since Sticks had already warmed herself up with Vanilla's mouth, it didn't take long for her to cum. The rabbit felt each spurt of semen washing her inner walls, making her gasp in both fright, and arousal. She couldn't help the latter, sadly. It was a natural reaction.

The dick finally slid itself out with a loud, wet "POP", and a rush of leftover cum poured out, both from Vanilla, as well as a small trickle from Sticks. The badger, satisfied for one night, crawled up to meet her new toy, lying beside her on the soft hay wrapping her brown furred arm around the rabbit's shoulder.

"Well, it's official. You're perfect. From now on, you're my sex toy."

"How long will this last for?" Vanilla spoke softly, her voice trembling with fear.

"Well, mating season lasts for a month. Don't worry though. I'll look after you. I'll find you food and drink, and you get full bathroom privileges. But you won't be leaving my sight when that happens."

Vanilla flinched at the badger's words. A month? An entire month of this? No... No, this couldn't be happening...

"Well, it's pretty late now. You should get some sleep. I've already got some plans in mind for tomorrow..."

And with that, Sticks pulled herself closer to Vanilla, holding her tightly, like a toddler and its blanket, and gently dozed off. The rabbit was left awake, her mind racing with the thought of what was going to be her new life for the next month. She didn't want this. She didn't want any of it. She just wanted to go home...

So, feeling Sticks' penis rubbing her body just under her breasts, and hearing her soft breathing, Vanilla started to gently weep. Her tears flowed down her cheeks, staining them, and messing up the fine, snowy white fur on her muzzle. Her chest heaved with each sob, as she cried herself to sleep...

Brace yerself, brace yer brain, cuz this ol' gallery isn't easily explained. All I say is "I don't get it." Word.

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