PROMPT: 
	Maxwell is hired to babysit Jackie for the week. One night, during a storm, Jackie can't sleep. Maxwell would suggest some warm milk, and would go get a glass, before, jacking off into it, (not sure if that would be considered excessive cum, so that might be on your no list) returning with the cup of warm "milk," handing it to the bunny. Happily drinking it, she would lick her lips, clearing away a "milk" mustache, before smiling and heading for bed. In the middle of the night, Jackie would begin to feel warm and funny "down there." (reaction to her bunny metabolism handling swallowing cum) Walking over to where Maxwell was, she would let him know she is feeling weird. Maxwell would decide that maybe he can teach the cub a fun game involving sucking, and a reward that she would receive in 9 months? :3
	
STORY:
	I have never turned down a babysitting offer.
	No matter how many times I've been approached by a desperate parent or discombobulated guardian, I've never found myself rejecting a younger one's care. It's funny, really. I've made a consistent living off the charred, bullet-riddled backs of my bounties for years. I've been hearing the same question for the longest time: "Why would anyone in their right mind approach a one-eyed dread-headed shepcoon hybrid hitman-slash-bassist and party animal for assistance in tending to their loved ones?"
	Simple, really. I'm an overgrown child at heart.
	As such, plenty of kids love my youthful goofball approach. It's not like I take sincere pride in acting immature frequently, they just relate to my antics.
	They simply get me.
	A young cub or a pair of siblings or whoever watches me doing or saying something relatable, suddenly more often than not, they can grasp my words and make sense of my eccentricities, perhaps even allow themselves to blossom from their insecurity shell and thrive as upstanding youths. Some cubs have grown very fond of my distinctive approach to their youthful little shenanigans, while others have brushed me off as a downright imbecile. 
	Luckily, Jackie wasn't one of the latter category. 
	I met her through Maile, naturally. Isn't that how I always happen to greet others, both young and old? Maile is like my middle-panda for social structure, always keeping me nestled in the heat of the moment. I never would have attended the Peahen ranch and worked with Sydney, had it not been for her. (Not to mention the indecent exposure violation, but I digress. Haha!)
	I would never have stumbled upon Milly at that local park playground or rescued Amanda from those jerkoff rapists. Amanda Scratch, haven't thought of her for a while. I hope she's staying strong, wherever she is. She and Jackie would probably get along swimmingly. A lynx and a rabbit can live in harmony, right? I believe so.
	Anywho, Maile approached me a few Thursdays ago with a pressing matter to be tended to, a glimmer of sheer desperation twinkling in her bountifully bright chipper green eyes, seductive drummer girl she is. Hopefully she never reads this, I'd be so fucking embarrassed if she knew how I really felt about her eyes, or her tits. Great knockers, by the way. Supple and robust. Good for sucking during sex. Not like I'd know personally. Or would I? 
	Moving on.
	"Maxwell, I could really use an extra helping hand from you this weekend!" She says to me, nearly out of breath. She sounds as if she just finished running a marathon. I'm tempted to give her a bottled water before she faints. I make her an offer but she flat-out refuses any water. No big surprise there. For anyone, seeing a demon entity cast forth from her hellish prison of a home hydrating freely would be a very strange and unsettling occurrence. She'd probably sizzle the water to vapor before it ever even reached her esophagus, that fire-breathing devil-girl in disguise. I love Maile as a friend, fellow performer and soul sister, yet she often scares the living shit out of me, knowing what she's completely capable of doing to our very existence and in just a few short seconds. 
	"Please don't tell me you lost Sammy again." I said to her with a note of sarcasm. She scoffs and cocks her wrist towards me, strutting a very feisty pose. There's the Maile I know best!
	"Not a chance! Relax, ol' Sam-Sam is fine and cozy, sleeping in my bedroom. That's not the kind of help I need though, dude. I just hope you don't say no. I mean, you could, but it would be a bit embarrassing."
	"Fucking hell. Let me guess, you want me to join Brad and Calli in a threesome. Is that it?"
	"In your wildest dreams, perv-boy."
	"Pffft! Okay, then what else could you possibly need help with?"
	A small lagomorph-shaped head peeked out from behind Maile, broad floppy ears protruding upward. I've seen a few older adult rabbits here and there in my lifetime, even met a couple of them personally, though I've yet to associate myself with a bunny cub as young as Jackie. It was a strange and fleeting feeling to bear witness to the rabbit girl for the first time. It almost felt as if she were actively seducing me with her eyes alone, offering an insightful and inquisitive stare. Though what I'd perceived as seduction was actually fright. 
	"Cute bun-bun, a friend of yours?"
	"Of course! As of ten, maybe twenty minutes ago. Right, Jackie?"
	She just shrugged, hiding behind Maile, occasionally sneaking a quick glance up at me. She fidgeted with her hand-paws, shuffling nervously. I wondered what she thought of me initially, what she potentially had to fear in me. I could tell she was scared, the poor dear. Maybe my eye patch seemed frightening to her, which makes sense. Lots of people are intimidated by my cyclopean presence, but only before they get to know the real shepcoon behind the orange patch. I remember hoping to prove to her that I wasn't as scary and notorious as others may have made me out to be, that I could be a big dumb fluffy goofball with a wild sense of humor and plenty of time and patience to invest unto her. 
	"Huh, right on. Well then, glad to have you here, bunny girl. You staying for long, hon?"
	Jackie cowered behind Maile, incapable of replying. Maile smirked with a wink, to which I nodded in response and proceeded to leave her be with the rabbit girl. Clearly she wasn't having it with me around and I could respect her stance. Before I left the front room's foyer to head for the garage to check on Gus's vehicular maintenance progress, Jackie ran up to me and tugged at my tail, shocking Maile even more than myself. She struggled to form a sentence, carving through her nervousness.
	"M-Mr. Max??"
	"Yes?" I casually regarded the girl with a quiet calm, feeling a sudden swift reassurance.
	"D-do you guys… uh, do you…"
	I gently knelt down to meet Jackie eyes-to-eye, slowly and carefully reaching out to brush a stray lock of curly orange-pink hair from her purple fuzzy forehead. She inhaled deep, anticipating some kind of physical abuse from me. Terrible, really. In that moment of brushing her hair free from her youthful face, I inadvertently touched her forehead and got a very ugly vision of her troubled past. In the flash of telepathic vision, I witnessed two older horse anthros, most likely brothers by their similar resemblance. I saw Jackie subjected to so many forms of sexual abuse, it was enough to make me quiver at the knees with rage. Oh, how I wished I could liquidate those two horse fucks right then and there, seeing the adverse horrors they'd put this girl through. I saw her released from a large gaudy facility, guided through large rotating glass doors by an older bunny girl. Or was that a hyena I'd witnessed? No idea, the vision dissipated into a haze of nothingness as soon as it began, just there and gone again as fast. The abuse I witnessed through Jackie's past reminded me of my own father, how he'd do such insane things to his oldest kid son. The only difference between her and myself is that this girl most likely didn't blow a hole through her abuser's abdomen with a twelve-gauge shotgun.
	That's my magnum opus, really. What I'm most proud of - putting down that son of a bitch father of mine, cutting short years of sexual abuse by his grimy pedophilic hand-paws alone. I hope he got his before receiving a belly full of buckshot.
	I suppose the wheel always turns in tandem with the times. I knew for a fact that Maile had been tasked with tending to Jackie's care and as per usual, she hoped to seek out assistance from me. Boy, I hate it when I'm spot-on right with my suspicions.
	"This very nice hyena woman named Kalisha contacted us with a babysitting recommendation from an older gentlefur named Borus. Apparently, he was pleased with your method of approach in tending to the care of his feline adoptee, Sarana. Remember her?"
	Having fucked Sarana Steelfist knot-deep in her tight young feline tailhole in a toolshed, I felt oddly flattered that Borus would remember me enough to offer a solid cub-sitting recommendation, even if he never actually found out about my naughty anal endeavors with his adopted daughter. At least I hope he never did, that's one individual I'd hate to be hunted down by. Intimidating is the very tip of the iceberg in the Steelfist family home. Same thing goes for Penelope Peahen, with her ranch work detail and her horny spunky young foxcoon orphaned cub-girl farm-hand. Sydney Padfoot, bless her blonde-haired young soul. I hope she's doing okay, wherever she may be. Milly the German shepherd girl, with her father Teliver, making my trip to a local park playground even sweeter by far.
	And there's no possible way I could ever forget Amanda Scratch.
	When I looked down at Jackie, I could see these cub girls reflected in her. A sweet, innocent youth troubled by feelings of repressed shame and guilt from being abused and violated at such an early age. I swore not to do anything far too foolish that would be deemed upsetting to her.
	Sometimes, we just get too carried away with our promises.
	"Of course I remember Sarana! How could I forget her? In fact, is she a friend of this girl?"
	Maile scoffed, curling her brow.	"Doubtful, Max." 
	Jackie looked away from Max's curious glaring, feeling a wave of embarrassment flood her senses. Max nodded and put the query down for good. Maile inhaled deep through her nostrils to catch a fresh breath before continuing to speak. "Anywho, Borus suggested your shepcoon booty to Kalisha, who in turn agreed to let her adopted daughter hang out with us for an overnight stay. You cool with that, Maxi-pad?"
	"Um, fuck off with that nonsense, we have rehearsals this week to catch up on, practice to be played before our next big gi-"
	"Big deal! We can hold off on band practice until Monday, dude. The next show isn't until freaking Christmastime anyways. We've got months in advance to practice! Let's forego rehearsals for now, focus on this cutie." Maile said, giving Jackie a very brief subtle shoulder rub, which the rabbit girl slightly flinched from. 
	"Oh, sorry about that. I forgot, you're not too hot on first-time introductions, huh? Especially with adults. No worries, child. Um… would you care for a snack?"
	Jackie's eyes lit up in response to this. I watched as her red oculars grew excited at last, showing more emotion than she has ever shown in the ten whole minutes or so since I'd introduced myself to her, since I caught a glimpse into her sordid troubled past. I felt a sense of swift relief, knowing she wasn't just shy but hungry as well. No doubt, she'd be very well-fed if Maile is the one feeding her.
	"D-d… do you guys have… carrots?" Jackie asked nervously. I couldn't help but smile with heartfelt grace as I nodded in affirmation, making Jackie smirk slightly. Her two front teeth glistened in the light of overhead fluorescents as she was guided towards a modest-sized kitchen, led by Maile.
	"I've got this, Max. Take five, get some rest."
	"Yes, ma'am. I'm happy to have you here, Jackie! You're most certainly welcome to anything."
	Maile smiled and waved at me as she left with Jackie by her side, rounding a blind corner into the kitchen, leaving my shepcoon ass all alone in the foyer as they sought out a crunchy orange treat. I inhaled and sighed very deep, mentally conditioning myself to put off band rehearsals until forty-eight hours from now. It was only Saturday after all, she was staying until tomorrow. No big deal, we could work around that. Priorities first and all. Any fool with a bass guitar can play around the clock but very few ever get a chance to tend to the care and aid of such an exceptionally cute bunny girl.
	A loud clash echoed from the garage door and I swiveled with alarm to catch sight of Gus entering the living room. He was smudged with engine grease all over his arms and wrists, hands caked black with what looked like pavement pitch. There were even a few blackened fingerprints upon his wrinkled forehead and cheeks. He seemed to be quite pleased with the results of his arduous work.
	"Damn alternator, what a pain in my dick. Luckily it's all squared away now, I hope. Get us back out on the road immediately, they ask. If only they were as skilled at automotive work as I am! Anywho, we're good with the Econovan. Maxwell, you doin' okay?" Gus asked me with a note of concern in his voice, always the ever-persistent fatherly figure in my life.
	"Fine, Gus. Just fine. We have a visitor for the night."
	"Oh?" Gus nodded and curled his fuzzy red eyebrows, rubbing his bald head with an extra dry towel, further spreading engine grease unknowingly along his scalp. I kept quiet and continued.
	"Yup, bunny girl named Jackie. She's with Maile in the kitchen now, eating carrots."
	"Yikes, I hope they don't eat 'em all, I was saving some for a recipe I'd like to try later tonight! I wonder if she'd be able to eat through her weight in carrots. You think?"
	"She's a bunny girl, dude. I'm sure she already has done so, five times over and then some."
	"Huh, touche. How old is she?"
	"Gusterson, I have no idea. Young, that's for sure. If you'd like to ask her directly, now's your chance. Here they are now."
	I pointed behind Gus, who twirled around to see Maile with a young slim bunny-girl graced with purple white-speckled fur perched upon her shoulders, riding piggyback on her neck, hanging onto her curled ram horns like bicycle handlebars. Jackie's bright pink shirt presented a fun dynamic against Maile's red-hued red panda fur. A single carrot jutted out from one corner of Jackie's mouth, reminding me of a fat orange stogie. The visual of Jackie smoking from a home-made carrot pipe made me giggle-chortle aimlessly, causing Maile to give me a weird awkward confused glance. 
	"Woah! Why hello there! You stayin' the night with us tonight?" Gus asked Jackie. She nodded calmly, not with a streak of hesitation or resistance that she'd shown me. Pfft, figures.
	"M-Maile fed me carrots! My favorite!" She exclaimed, making me smile wide with tiny morsels of carrot stuck between her teeth in a wide open grin of relieved contentedness. Despite Jackie's nervous shy demeanor, she was a really cute bunny girl when she allowed herself to break free from her shell of introversion. She almost reminded me of myself at her age.
	Almost.
	"Excellent, young one! As long as you saved a few for dinner." Gus replied with a smile. Jackie nodded ecstatically and Gus belly-laughed, nodding and rubbing Maile's shoulder companionably before heading up a nearby staircase to hop into a warm shower, fully prepared to wash his repair work clean from his arms, face and head. I hoped he would get dinner started soon as well, since I was the world's hungriest shepcoon and couldn't bear to wait a moment longer. Perhaps I'd kick things off into gear with a little preemptive preparation on the side to give Gus a head-start.
	A nearby television was powered on, volume turned down low, broadcasting a news report that showed potential thunderstorms raging into the evening in our immediate area. Green and yellow radar smudges coursed over a higher majority of southern Oregon. There was a purple blotch that flashed for a brief moment right over Grants Pass, labeled somewhere between eleven-thirty and one-thirty in the morning. Thunder storm advisory, they called it. A total goddam nightmare is what I gathered. Calmly and quietly, I shook my head and blinked my eyes firm, allowing telekinesis to turn the boob tube off, since remote controls were for lazy suckers and the utmost desperate.
	After dinner was served, consumed and cleaned up after, everyone hit the hay with lights out and blankets drawn. Maile retired to her bedroom with Sammy clinging to her ankles, Bradley settled into his attic loft-space, Gus double-checked the lights and locks before bringing himself to rest at last.
	While the others slept, I masturbated furiously, more aggressively than I'd done in recent memory. Had it been that long since I rubbed one out? I could barely recall. I'd felt incredibly pent-up. In my mind's eye, I kept seeing the girls I'd acquainted with in my sordid misconstrued past: Sydney, Amanda, Sarana, Milly; even Colleene made a brief appearance to my memory - so many skinny petite beauties! I felt awfully hypocritical. There I was, tasked with the opportune role of killing pedophiles for money on most nights, yet I was quite drawn to the appeal of such seductive young ventures. My mind felt horribly split down the middle, challenged of any sense of morality and dignity I may have felt. A part of me wanted to cry for them while I jerked off to the memory of their likeness. Funny, isn't it? They say a killer weeps the hardest not for oneself but for the ones they execute, like how that whole keeping thy friend close and thy enemies closer bible passage reads out. Not that I've ever read the freaking bible before, nor would I ever incite an urge to murder a cub for money, but-
	"M-Max?"
	My heart leaped out of my goddam chest so hard. Fuck, she scared me half-way to death. If I didn't flash-orgasm by then, I most likely did after that nasty shock Jackie gave me. She seemed to recognize that she frightened me and quickly went into apology mode. Luckily she didn't catch sight of my junk or I probably would've traumatized the poor girl even more than she already had been.
	"OH NO I'm so sorry!" Jackie repeatedly whispered to me. I just chuckled low and shook my head, paying her no mind. She seemed to calm down immediately, which is what I wanted.
	"Don't be, kiddo. It actually takes a lot to sneak up on me like that, so I commend your stealth abilities. Not just anyone can get that sort of one-up on me so easily. Kudos to you!" I said, clicking my tongue while giving Jackie a thumb-up. Very good show, indeed.
	Jackie squirmed in place uneasily, averting her gaze away from me, folding her finger-paws into her hands nervously. I could tell she was feeling extremely awkward, being so close in proximity to an older adult. A stranger, nevertheless, for we'd only just met earlier before dinner. 
	A large flash of lightning left a purple-hued after-image in my peripheral vision. I blinked a few times, comatose and still, just in time to witness a scorched apparition of jagged zig-zagging lightning rods seared into my vision, nearly dead-centered and right outside my bedroom window. Long green satin curtains were drawn open wide, revealing the dense evening outside, aglow with stark moonlight casting a pall of luminous night-light over the expansive tree-line horizon, such a rare sight to behold. 	Before the thunder could come booming through the foundation of Gus's Grants Pass homestead, Enim-Noinu headquarters, causing everything to rumble and shake slightly, sounds of the sky pried wide open pummeling through the ground below us, Jackie crouched down beside me, hiding her head with her big floppy bunny ears. So that's what she was freaked out about - the storm. The poor girl hated thunderstorms and for good damn reason. These west coast storms were no joke by far. I had only imagined how frightening the sound must be to Jackie, who had been through so much already. She was no stranger to loud clashing abrasive noises. 
	Of this I was quite certain, unless her memories were abhorrent lies after all.
	"If you'd like to stay here with me, you're more than welcome to. I understand why you'd be scared of the thunder and lightning, that shit isn't a fun bit of music to dance to by far."
	Jackie gasped and placed her hand-paw upon her mouth, positively shocked. I gave her a funny glance, wondering what caused her to react so solemnly. Her red eyes stared relentlessly at me as if I'd grown a third eye on my forehead. I asked her casually, "What's wrong?"
	"Um… y-you said the 'S' word, that's all." Jackie murmured beneath her breath, barely audible over the sudden downpour of rain that had arrived in the midst of the incoming thunderstorm. I struggled to listen to her words, attempting to drown out the pitter-pattering of rainfall.
	"It's funny. I'm not used to hearing… that word… said a lot back at home. Not really. Movies say it every so often but that's about it."
	"I understand, sorry if my language offends you, Jackie." I could almost see a blush aglow upon her cheeks in response to hearing her name said out loud by me, such a super adorable reaction. I pressed on. 
	"I promise, I'll try to behave and not swear so much in front of you from now on, I swear to it."
	"I don't mind, honestly. It just… feels w-w-weird, that's all." Jackie said, knelt down in place beside me. Her small fluffy bunny tail jerked slightly, as if she were wagging freely and unknowingly. I found the sight to be quite cute. Was she growing accustomed to me through her fear of the storm?
	"Pfft, weird. No doubt. Nowhere near as weird as sharing a room with a dirty old shepcoon grunge rocker, am I right?"
	Jackie giggled, sounding obnoxiously cute as fuck. I could fall for her over that adorable youthful giggling alone.
	"You're not dirty! You don't even smell bad. And…w-what's a grunge rocker?"
	I laughed at her precious innocence, such a doll. Maile had a unique talent of seeking out the loveliest cub-girls to be tended to through cubsitting. 
	"Hmm, hard to explain with words alone. Maybe I'll play you a song or two tomorrow, show you what grunge is all about."
	"Hmm. Okay, I guess?" Jackie confirmed, acting weirdly friendly with me. She was so nervous and shy earlier tonight. I couldn't help but wonder to myself: what the actual fuck gives? Did Maile reassure her, perhaps? Jackie, despite being so scared and nervous, was slowly revealing herself to me. Breaking free from her shell of nervousness. I couldn't determine for sure, nor did I wish to ask her directly. I didn't wish to upset her any more than she already was over the storm raging outside. Come to think of it, I was also really scared of the booming noises, the crackling flashes and the guttural rumblings. It was all very intimidating to me, so I could only imagine how she must've felt right then and there. If I was frightened, she must have been completely distraught.
	In that moment, a sudden burst of epiphany hit me like a sudden sucker-punch to the groin.
	"Y'know, when I was a young cub, my mother used to warm up some milk for me when I couldn't get to sleep. I wonder, would you care for a cup of warm milk to help promote some rest?"
	Jackie sat still, eyes squint shut tight, thinking heavily about it. Her snout scrunched up and her nose wiggled, making my heart melt with the absolute cuteness she conveyed. Jackie was literally a poster-cub for cute bunny girls near and far. I felt a moral obligation to watch over her and keep her safe and secured.
	"That means you'd have to leave me alone in here, doesn't it?" Jackie asked me uneasily. I nodded slowly, watching her spirit diminish before my very eyes. 
	A four-legged furry feral savior crept into my bedroom at the perfect opportune time. 
	"Oh, hey Sammy! What're you doing in here, boy? Where's your mama?"
	Sammy walked over to me and Jackie, laying himself down beside her bunny-girl thigh, covered with a thin bedsheet. She reached down to pet his fur-covered German shepherd head and I could tell her stress over abandonment was already a thing of the past, thanks to Sammy's presence.
	I also felt the world's biggest raging boner in my boxer briefs, sweltering to an all-time record high. I needed to get away and stroke off in privacy, maybe allow myself to orgasm and settle down, slip the knot back into its fuzzy sheath for a home. 
	Jackie finally reached a decision after she gave Sammy an impromptu belly rub, causing the dog to kick his hind leg into jack-rabbit overdrive mode, something that always slapped a silly grin upon my face to witness unfold. 
	"Milk would be great, thank you… just… b-be careful…" Jackie whispered. I nodded and sat up, removing bedsheets from my legs and feet before reassuring Jackie that I'd be right back. She hugged against Samson's fluffy mane and he sat still and stoic as a statue, allowing the girl to cuddle up to him. I nodded and praised him for being a good boy before heading downstairs slowly to the kitchen. Along the way I passed by Maile's bedroom door, cracked open just enough for me to hear her snoring, which practically put the thunderstorm to shame. A hell-born demonic castaway's snores are unique in all the worst possible ways after all. I slowly closed her door so as not to awaken the undead before guiding my way downstairs to the kitchen. All the lights were off so I was led by muscle memory, even in the dimmest of visual conditions. Luckily I was able to see my path just fine, with guidance from lightning flashes outside and the glowing phosphorous wisps of spiraling vapor cast forth from my left eye socket, which I'd lifted of the way for. It felt good to have a handy-dandy flashlight located directly in my skull. I was wondering why there wasn't much thunder in response, then my answer came to me in the form of a massive artillery shell fired off right above our house. I could hear Jackie shriek and ran back into my room to check on her. She was wrapped up tight and snug beneath my bedsheets, hiding from the scary flashing and loud banging noises, yet still holding onto Sammy for dear life. If I got milk for this girl, I'd have to be quick about it. Couldn't afford to keep her scared to pieces for too long.
	I flew downstairs into the kitchen, retrieving a porcelain white mug from a nearby cabinet with ninja-like haste and a half-gallon of whole milk from the fridge, moving with great dexterity. I poured enough to make the mug half-empty then placed the cup of milk in a microwave to give it a quick burst of fluid warmth. My hand-paw slipped beneath the elastic hem of my briefs and probed through thick fuzzy minge as I returned the half-gallon of milk back to its designated door shelf spot and opened the door to place the milk down upon a nearby countertop, seeking out a napkin or cloth. 
	Multitasking in the kitchen at one in the morning never felt better to me as I masturbated my dick with one hand-paw and pinched at my pierced nipple with the other hand-paw, fantasizing about Jackie in a myriad of unique exotic sexual positions, braced firm against my lap, begging for more shepcoon dick like a good obedient young rabbit girl, trained from an early age to appreciate a good bit of raw unprotected coitus. I temporarily forgot about the paper towel I'd been looking for. 
	I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit to feeling at least a tiny bit aroused by what I'd seen reflected in Jackie's telepathic flashback. In my mind, she and I endured a fair bit of sexual abuse, so why couldn't we expel our demons in the healthiest way imaginable? That may have been a chicken-shit stance to abide by, but when the going got tough, weren't we all that we had left between ourselves? After our trusted adult figures betrayed us to no end, we needed to make sense of ourselves somehow.
	I still had no idea how old Jackie was, not then. Never thought to ask the scared rabbit girl just yet. My thoughts wallowed in avid guilt-tripping fantasies of my tongue buried in her snatch, nose pressing hard against her clitoris, whiskers tickling her vulva and estrus squirting down my throat as I sucked on her rabbit-girl pussy. Such a tasty puffy spicy young vagina to be licked and eaten out, urine-scented and quivering in reaction to every nuanced touch I provided. My cock throbbed in response to the thought, stiff as a rod. I fantasized looking up into her eyes, watching her stare back down at me, opening her trust up to me in a way she never allowed herself to do with any other adult, watched as she pissed herself on my chin, drenching my chest in sweet warm yellow bunny-girl urine, watched as I rammed my thumb-paw up her tailhole and felt her sphincter muscles clench tight in reaction around my second knuckle, watched as her eyes rolled far back into her head and her mouth opened wide in an O-shape, tongue jutted out while she endured a massive orgasm right smack-dab on my muzzle, drenching me in juicy slick bunny-girl cum and pee.
	Hot damn, my tail wagged and I felt my testicles tingle and clench inward as I fapped myself into absolute nirvana. The world all around me swayed and tilted at merciless unlikely angles as I jizzed really fucking hard, caring not where I even aimed for I'd been pent up too damn hard to even care where my sperm went. It wasn't like I could reach all the way to her mug, after all. 
	After I ejaculated extremely hard and caught my hyperventilating breath shortly thereafter, I looked for the rope of my own freshly-fired cum and couldn't find it for the life of me. I began to panic, wondering if I even really did orgasm. Maybe I'd fired off a blank? Doubtful though, my balls tingled like fucking gangbusters as I fired off my load, something was legitimately produced and dispersed. Did it reach the ceiling, perhaps? This was the kind of lame shit that happened in bad romance comedy movies. So therein lied the ultimate enigma: where the fuck did my semen glob run off to? Little did I know that it had, in fact, reached Jackie's cup of warm milk. I had no idea and how could I? That shit blends in so very well with the white textures.
	That was the best thing I could've accidentally done, not just for myself but for Jackie. Immodest, sure, but the results were most satisfactory at best. Talk about a happy accident in the making. So lewd.
	"Here's your milk, Jackie. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know if it's too hot for you, so I may cool it off if you'd like." I said, handing her the cup carefully, blissfully ignorant of so much at the time. She nodded and thanked me before taking a small sip. She lowered her mug, licked her lips clean and I watched her ears perk up. Jackie took another sip, then a swig and within seconds, she'd completely downed her milk, leaving behind an empty mug and a small feminine burp, a viable compliment for any chef. I was a bit flabbergasted. She was quite thirsty, after all. Sammy whined and rubbed his head against her hip as Jackie gave me back her mug.
	"Wow! That was really tasty. Thanks, M-Max. I think I'm okay now, so uh… good night." Jackie said, so soft-spoken. She still flinched in reaction to booming thunder and flashes of lightning, though not as severely. I suppose the warm milk really did settle her nerves. She headed out of my bedroom, proceeding back to Maile's room, I suppose, trailed by Sammy. I was happy to see how well she took to the warm milk, such a precious little angel of a bunny-girl.
	After all, it's not like I refused to cook her a full-fledged meal or anything. Jackie needed all the nourishment and rest she could get, the adorable skinny little darling she was. I was still frustrated over the misplaced cumshot but decided to brush that slight bit of ignorance off for now. Maybe it landed on the carpet without me even noticing, which would've been fair enough.
	I collected her mug and placed it on a nearby headboard before laying down and relaxing myself into a tumultuous deep sleep.
	My sleep was disturbed by a nudge against my shoulder.
	"Max? My tummy… it feels weird, like all tingly."
	Oh fuck. She was lactose-intolerant after all. My greatest fears were confirmed. I'd forced her to drink herself sick, how ignorant could I have been to think I was helping her?! Damn, hopefully we had enough toilet paper, so I thought.
	"Oh no. Are you sick?" I asked her. Jackie shook her head.
	Dodged a bullet with that one, holy sweet sassafras.
	"No, not sick. Just… funny. All tingly and sensitive. I feel… sexy. If that even makes sense at all? Ugh, I don't know. I think that milk did something weird to me. Not painful or sick, just… weird."
	"I think I get it, actually. Bunny metabolism runs strong in your favor, kiddo. I think that milk may have encouraged some very interesting feelings from inside your body."
	"Really?" Jackie replied. I nodded, feeling devil horns sprout up from behind my canine ears.
	"Really for real. There's a cool trick that grown-ups do with each other to help overcome those, uh… intrusive feelings. You may already be familiar with it, but if not, I'm willing to show you." 
	I hoped to help her feel at ease. My thoughts returned back to the misplaced cumshot. I began to suspect that the living room carpet didn't receive my semen after all, not like how I'd thought originally. Jackie nodded and listened to me and my confounded words of wisdom attentively. God, what a dumb-ass I was to think I could ever try to explain how a blowjob works to this ridiculously underage bunny gi-
	Right in the midst of that thought, a wet warmth suddenly enveloped my groin, entirely unprovoked, as sudden as a southern flash-flood.
	"Gah, th'fuck?!" I reacted with complete surprise. My senses returned back to me in a flash of an instant and I looked down to see a bulging presence beneath my bedsheets, gathered near my crotch. I was about to shove it away until I felt that crazy-hot warmth again, this time directly on the tip of my dick. Oh fuck, I drowned in lust and allowed my legs to spread slightly. I felt a tiny pair of warm fuzzy hand-paws caress and rub at my testicles, tugging lightly while I was receiving a goddam full-on blowjob from Jackie. Oh God, what the hell, was she sleepwalking? My heart sunk and I thought I'd faint right then and there but somehow I managed to grasp hold of my composure, keeping silent and still as ever. I didn't want to freak her out but I also really didn't want her to stop. A perverse demon from within insisted that she continue. Even though her past was filled with sexual trauma, she was so skilled at an exceptionally young age to suck on an adult man's dick. Holy hell, I felt like a fucking monster right then and there, knowing I'd become the same filth I hunted down regularly for bounty earnings. 
	Then I reminded myself that this wasn't the first time I've boarded this particular rollercoaster and my heart came to rest at ease, finally.
	I guess my ejaculate really does possess unique aphrodisiac properties amongst the youth after all, even if I've always denied such a suggestion.
	"Don't stop, Jackie… whatever happens… don't stop until I c-cu… oh God!" I kept my voice down and huffed deep and fast as I felt my penis quiver and burst free, squirting a fresh wad of cum directly in her mouth. I groaned low and felt my knotted dick spray her tongue and teeth and lips and chin and chest with my spunk, so fucking naughty! She moaned aloud and squeezed my knot, continuously fondled my shaft as I fired off like an overloaded water cannon right into her orange carrot-stained mouth, mixing the aftertaste of carrots with my cum. Even after brushing her teeth for the night, the aftermath of carrot consumption couldn't be easily ignored for long.
	At least all those carrots left a sweet aftertaste in her mouth, coupled with my jizz.
	"Mmm, I want more milk… more… mmmm… more milk, gotta drink it, come on…"
	Jackie's whispering could be heard crystal-clear over the subtle booming of thunder, for the storm had moved on with its worst effects having come and gone already. A shuffling of bedsheets and creaking of bedsprings ensued and the covers fell free to reveal a very naked bunny girl crouched down over my penis, sucking it as if she were praying at an altar. The sight immediate forced me to grow more erect. I reached down and clenched hold of the back of her head, filling my fingers with strands of her gorgeous curly orange-pink hair. Rubbing and caressing her big floppy ears, I started to thrust against her mouth slightly, slow at first so as not to disturb her peace of mind. I gradually sped up as she sucked harder and faster, really getting into her groove. Clearly I wasn't the only desperately horny one in the household after all.
	Neither was she, even as Jackie shifted and hopped onto my lap, pressing my saliva-drenched shepcoon cock against the exposed surface of her fuzzy mons. Jackie's belly was purple and adorned with white spots. She also featured a white stripe that trailed down her chest, ending right at her navel. Her ears folded back against her head as she wedged herself in place upon my hips, reaching down to spread her vaginal folds apart. She maintained a grinding pattern against me for a moment, breathing deep and sultry. Fuck, that turned me on like absolute mad-crazy to hear her sexy moans of desperation and I felt my knot slip free from my sheath. She was bringing out the bastard pervert in me and I found it hard to resist her advances, even while she moved with a careful caution, still scared of either me or the storm outside, maybe even both. 
	I caught quite an eyeful when my paw-pads came in contact with her direct skin from rubbing her ears, even managed to identify her age. Same as Milly, if not a couple years older. This nine-year-old bunny girl was about to straddle my thirty-four-year-old shepcoon penis in the middle of the night and I wasn't throwing up a single bit of resistance. The feelings of desire I felt for her were so very surreal, as if she almost purposefully opted to drink cum-infused milk. Sometimes even the happiest accidents can promote the ultimate burst of creative indirect inspiration.
	"Quick question for you, Jackie… are you a virgin?"
	"I-I… I don't… know…"
	"No worries, we'll find out tonight. Are you ok with that?"
	"I don't k-know…"
	"I understand if you're feeling uneasy about this. I felt weird as well during my first time."
	Jackie gave me her full undivided attention and asked, "Who was your f-first time with?"
	"My father."
	"Your daddy? Woah. Did it hurt?"
	"An awful lot."
	Jackie nodded. "I'm sorry your dad hurt you, Max."
	Her words, as simple and simplistic as they were, warmed my heart and elevated my senses.
	"Thank you, dear one. I'm also very sorry about all you went through."
	"How do you know about that?" Jackie asked me with wide eyes of genuine surprise and inquiry.
	"Let's just say I see many things that most never get a chance to see or even imagine."
	"Like palm reading?" Her staring gaze never broke away from mine. I just offered her a funny glance at that introspective statement. How the hell could she possibly know about palm readers??
	"Yeah, sure, like palm reading." I said, suspecting she'd seen such a thing in a cartoon perhaps.
	"Then you wouldn't mind if you showed me how your dad, uh… did it… with you? I'm curious."
	"Why on earth would you wonder about something like that?" I asked her, slightly confused.
	Jackie began to stutter, growing restless and riddled with anxiety. I think she was on the verge of a child-sized tantrum or stress-induced meltdown before I stepped in to intervene.
	"Maybe you're trying to compare who's better at it?" I said, taking a plunging chance.
	Jackie's turmoil evaporated from existence as she nodded excitedly.
	"You're a really weird kid, y'know that?"
	"Yoko is even weirder." Jackie said with a slight snicker.
	"Who's that?" I replied.
	"My very best friend. She's more like a sister to me though. I love her so much… miss her, too."
	"I bet she feels the very same about you right now."
	Jackie nodded and smiled, imagining Yoko by her side. 
	"She makes me feel so good. I love her so very much."
	"I love you, too." I said without even thinking twice about what I was saying. Jackie just gave me a moderately pleased glance and pressed her hand-paws down on my chest, leaning in to plant a single kiss upon my fuzzy shepcoon chin. I felt my erection slide into tight wet warmth and my entire world was instantaneously shook to its absolute core. Fuck, she felt so unbelievably amazing! A good quality taste of healthy tight petite nine-year-old bunny pussy was exactly what I needed without even asking for it explicitly. My guilt and shame broke free from my shoulders.
	"Prove your love for me, then." Jackie insisted, giving me such glorious bedroom eyes.
	"With pleasure, little one." I replied to her. Just before I got ready to penetrate her vagina, I hesitated at last-minute. 
	"Are you sure?" I asked her. Jackie nodded assuredly, keeping her pussy lips spread wide. I felt her hand-paw reach down between my legs and stimulate my taint a bit. That was the breaking point for any further subtlety. The ticklish sensations from her probing finger-paws convinced me that she was quite serious about having sex with me. She was obviously trained from an early age, after all.
	"Okay then, I hope you're ready for this."
	"Give me your all, Max."
	And with her blessings, I gave her my fucking all. I chomped down on her nipple and hoisted her upon my lap, thrusting deep inside her and penetrating Jackie's pussy with my finest sexual gratification. I wanted to fill her up with so much jizz, to inhabit her womb with shepcoon cum while I fucked the absolute daylights out of her, screwing the cute bunny-girl into a relentless daze of raw uninhibited bliss and pure golden orgasmic ecstasy. She whined and shrieked aloud and I reached down to pry my boxer-briefs free from my hips, balling the undies into a wad and shoving it in Jackie's mouth to silence the sensual young bunny-girl from making any further noises. I continued to thrust into her with a slow steady speed while licking and kissing her cheek, reminding her frequently how much of a good girl she was, how much I adored her and how well-behaved she was acting, even while getting fucked big-time. A tiny creaking sound emanated from behind me and I heard clicking steps approach. My mind reeled in a brief panic until my tail was lifted by a cold wet snout and I felt a tongue press against my puckering tailhole. The feeling threw me off-guard so much that I jumped and caused Jackie to jump in response. Her frightened start squeezed my dick so fucking hard that my immediate reaction was to thrust into her much harder and faster, which I did. I felt Sammy lapping away freely at my testicles, taint and anal ringlets as I folded my hand-paws behind her head, cradling the bunny girl in my lap as I delivered my girth unto her tight wet youthful fuck-hole, throbbing and drenched with shepcoon jizz, so very wet.
	After I ejaculated super-hard the first time, Sammy yapped and ran away back into Maile's room, so I presumed. His assistance in provoking me to orgasm quicker was surprising and unannounced but not entirely unwelcome.
	I didn't stop humping my way into her pretty pink bunny girl slit.

	The second time I knotted her and tied for a few minutes. In that time, she told me about her family; she talked about her maternal guardian and adopted mother named Kalisha, a hyena woman with warm intentions and a good strong heart. Jackie said Kalisha was the mother whom she never really had while she caressed my testicles in her petite grip. She mentioned an adoptive half-sister named Celeste, another bunny-girl, or so I supposed. She also talked about Yoko and I immediately understood why Jackie felt such a tangible love for the rat-girl, her adopted sister, best friend and finest emotional support. 
	Jackie shivered after my penis finally slid free from inside her cum-drenched pussy, spent of any further sexual exasperation. She inhaled deep and nodded, thanking me for allowing her to talk about her biggest issues and for giving her so much love and attention, including warm milk. She kissed me and the scent of potent musky sperm struck my nostrils, cloying and unmistakably salty-sweet, like shucked oysters. So the mystery of the misplaced cumshot had been solved at last, if not terribly too late. If therapy sessions could be as satisfactory as ours was all night, there'd never be another depressed cub in sight for miles. Maybe more dads ought to consider jizzing in warm milk for their daughters. 
	But I digress, the pervert I tend to be.
	Jackie told me everything about her family and how grateful she was in that brief transitional moment, especially after being rescued from the experimental facility in which she abided within for a year and a half, sustaining an endless barrage of sexual abuse and statutory rape. This part she skipped over, for good reason. I saw way too much of her captors in various glimpses of telepathic memory, two very corrupted horse brothers and a maelstrom of older horses and mangy hyena pederasts. The poor girl had certainly been subjected to an astronomical fuck-ton of sexual abuse in her lifetime. Despite being only nine years old, she'd never be the same girl again. Not after what I'd witnessed in her past. 
	I gave her my undivided attention, listening to her words while taking heed of her situation. After she'd finished and relaxed a bit against my chest, I hugged her close and felt my knot clenched snug tight inside her pussy. A few moments later I slid free and we continued to fuck and fuck some more, even as she moaned with a fine blend of pain and pleasure. 
	Truth be told, I saw way too much of myself and my father in her own perverse history.
	The first visible traces of sunrise poured into my bedroom just after I'd given Jackie her fifth creampie. Five times in a row, she allowed me to cum inside her pussy. That had to be some sort of a freaking personal record for me.
	Jackie went home after Monday came around, irrevocably knocked up and practically impregnated by yours truly. I proceeded to engage in band rehearsals with my surrogate half-siblings, never forgetting Jackie the bunny or her troubled past. It took a shit-ton of trauma to bring her fully intact into her current life juncture. I prayed for her safety and well-being, hoping one day we could potentially reunite and meet up again for another weekend sleepover. Perhaps I could invite Sammy to join in on the naughty misadventures for next time, see how well she can take his feral knot. Hopefully Maile wouldn't catch on to her pet's cub-fucking endeavors, smelling the sweet youthful scent of Jackie's kitty upon her canine companion's fat throbbing shaft while engaged in oral pleasure. Good luck explaining that zaniness to her!
	Jackie's time spent with me was a secret I vowed to carry to my own grave. Would I ever learn to behave and stop molesting cub girls every chance I got? Maybe… if they swore to stop fucking seducing me so easily and so often, then just maybe. I couldn't guarantee much though. Once a shepcoon mofo such as myself got a good solid quality taste of petite youthful loli-cub, everything else seemed less extraordinary, less daring and far less taboo. Like the ladies in the world who are fully aware that once you go black, you never go back, my expectations skyrocketed to such grand tumultuous heights. I hoped every girl I fucked from then on could be as tight as Jackie was, if not tighter.
	I asked myself if I could ever forgive myself for repeating my father's own actions. I'm still awaiting a response to this very day, not expecting much.
	Who knows? Maybe I'll see her again one day in a most unsuspecting location, all grown up in her teenage years. Then we could rekindle the flame that we'd kept illuminated for a brief momentary overnight period, if she'll allow it.