It was the slow middle of the week with the start of the 7-day cycle too close and the end of it too far. The panda lazed on the couch, half paying attention to the black and white cheese on the screen. Dax couldn’t for the life of him remember what terrible set of decisions had brought his channel-surfing to a stop for the sci-fi yarn of 50s space invaders toppling democracy. A vixen under the sway of the extraterrestrials primped herself in a mirror before suddenly going stiff, her eyes widening as the eerie theremin tune signaled her change in allegiance. It faded only after she accomplished her mission, pushing her rabidly anti-Communist husband over a balcony railing. America’s last, best hope for keeping the thinly-disguised inter-stellar Bolsheviks from controlling the free world now dispatched by a fickle and easily-influenced female.
So far, the film was earning a coveted 2 yawns. With a 3rd, the panda might just consider settling back on the sofa in a position where he could conceivably get some sleep. The succession of knocks on the door put the kibosh on that idea, but Dax hesitated to answer. An under-shirt with no sleeves and black boxers with a comical pattern weren’t exactly fit attire for entertaining callers. The half-dressed bear turned his eyes back towards the television as a flag with a shooting star was hoisted up over the White House. The knocking persisted in annoying him with a staccato rhythm before he got up with a grunt and opened the door.
The rabbit waiting there grinning had a few characteristics that set him apart from most of the bunnies Dax knew. The jade green color of his fur was eye-catching, to say the least. Then there was the toned build of the tall lapine, whose muscles contoured under a strange black body-suit with textured panels and ridges at his thighs and arms, broken-up with sections of dark grey and white. The rounded collar to this seemed lined with flexible rubber padding his neck.
None of this would have had quite the same impact without the short antenna that stood in front of the rabbit’s ears, growing from a fringe of fur. The panda blinked and stared, questioning his senses or taste in late-night hallucinations. The rabbit smiled at the confused apartment-dweller before speaking.
“I hope the rest of your planet’s going to be this docile. Let’s discuss the situation inside, Terran.”
The imposing rabbit’s voice sounded cultured, with an odd accent but perfect diction as he laid the situation out for the bear, having pushed past him to enter his living space.
“We need a labor force. Light manufacturing, domestic servants, menial jobs, you know... And it just seems so much easier to re-train all of you for our needs. You have the rudiments of technology, nothing more sophisticated than a few fission devices you’re lucky you haven’t self-detonated. No real presence or influence outside your planet. Our needs over-ride yours.”
Dax barely made a noise through all this, blind-sided by the sudden declaration of his home planet’s utter insignificance after the appearance of an alien rabbit. Worse, the knowledge that world-wide enslavement was on the agenda.
“You’re just going to take over like that?” he said hesitantly as the rabbit maintained his victorious smile.
“Just like that. Bring me whatever passes for a communication device here. Your leaders will be smart enough to surrender, I hope.”
He pulled the strap of a weapon away from his body, having carried its blue silvery length against his back as an implied threat against non-cooperation. What the panda guessed to be the barrel was ringed by curving metal to focus the ray it fired. Dax hoped not to give the rabbit a reason to show him. His first thought was to grab the phone lying next to his bed and bring it here. A moment more and he realized the antenna-bearing bunny had no idea what was and wasn’t a communications device…
A sly smile appeared on his face as he turned away to quickly fulfill the conqueror’s request. He grabbed a small item quickly from his room after checking he hadn’t cleared a file that might save the world. Dax tried to hide that nervous tension as he brought the MP3 player and head-phones back to the rabbit.
“You have to wear these over your ears, then I’ll dial the number for you to call…the President,” he hesitated. The green rabbit had made himself comfortable, sitting down with the space weapon within arm’s reach.
“Start the communication quickly. I don’t want to waste any more time than necessary on our new colony,” the lapine alien said with a hint of smugness.
The panda’s hands opened the head-phones to accommodate the rabbit’s long ears, careful not to brush the acoustic material against his antenna, either. He bit his lip as he wondered if the gambit would work, and plugged the cable into the black device’s jack. The blue light of the touch-screen responding as Dax scrolled several times to reach the folder buried deep in the innocuously-named “Voice Memos” location.
“It might be a little muffled at first, but just give it a second,” he reassured the rabbit as the hypnotic track began. He knew just when the reverberating noise should start to fade into a soft, insistent spell of words. The panda had only tried his hand at recording these a couple of times, playing with the echoing effects that might help lull someone into a more suggestible state. It was a long-shot, but if a planetary invasion was at stake, anything was fair game.
The muscled rabbit looked confused as the voice filled his ears, sounding quite different from the subservient, official pleading he expected. His eyes started to look glassy as he fumbled for the ersatz communicator. Dax kept the MP3 player out of reach, smirking at the dazed look starting to appear on the sculpted bunny’s face. He should be at that part right now, hearing those playful suggestions…
“Your body relaxes…just like your mind under a sweet spell… Your own arousal binding you so a sleepy, obedient you that’s deep down inside is free to listen. You love how it makes your mind feel. Dizzy…drowsy…drunk on obeying my words…”
The green rabbit’s expression slackened as his eye-lids drooped. His toned body no match for a little bit of amateur editing and the panda’s best of several takes trying to get that enthralling quality in every word. He watched now as the bunny’s shoulders relaxed, his head wobbling as though his neck could no longer support it.
Dax grinned at the effect on the swaggering rabbit, not half as dominating now that he was starting to fall under that sway. The panda’s fingers clicked the volume a few notches higher…
“…surrender to me…submit…surrender your will. You’re a woozy, weak thing that only knows how to obey. Your secrets so easy to reach…even the naughtiest desires you can’t hide now…”
It should be enough. Several minutes had passed as the mesmerized rabbit had been surprised by the panda’s recordings. His arms hung at the side of his chair and his posture was slumped, barely managing to stay seated. The space-faring bunny was totally under now. Dax lifted the head-phones off his ears, knowing the delicate state of the induction’s effects. More than just a far-off look in his eyes was necessary at this stage.
“Hey, bunny. What’s your name?”
He blinked slowly, sifting through the hazy contents of his mind before mumbling back an answer. “Iskander…”
The panda had to settle for a grin instead of disruptive cheering at the fact that it had worked. At least, well enough to start getting a better grasp on his big problem. He rested a black, soft-furred hand on the rabbit’s shoulder, near that strong neck. Dax rubbed lightly at the jade pelt of silky fur. He couldn’t help himself, caught-up in the possibilities of their sudden reversal of fortunes.
“Good boy, Iskander. Bad news, though. I don’t like being a pet. I like having them. Especially big, strong rabbits with the wrong idea about who’s in charge.”
He reached around the rabbit’s neck, tugging his captive closer. Whispering into those impossibly long ears lined in cream-colored fur.
“Let’s help you get rid of that little attitude problem, bunny. And those clothes. I don’t like how they hide that body. You’re so proud of being a toned, attractive slave. And you can’t wait to show it off.”
Having the panda this close only furthered the rabbit’s slide into a mindless kind of bliss. Iskander’s thoughts were drifting away from him before they could coalesce into action or resistance. Nothing was making it through besides the dizzying warmth the space-bunny felt with the panda close and playing with him. Dax grabbed his hand, placing the rabbit’s fingers at the first zip, urging him to un-dress. Molded to the form of his toned abs and chest, the bunny’s costume parted straight down from collar to crotch as he pulled down. He peeled away the tight bio-suit, working his arms out of it.
“Half-way there, Iskander. The rest of it still feels too warm for you. You know you’ll be more comfortable out of it. Space-bunnies with no will of their own don’t deserve clothes of their own.” The panda fondled the hypnotized alien’s body, fingers running over the toned abdomen just where the bottom of the suit stopped his fun.
Iskander could barely understand why he was doing what the Terran commanded. One moment, he had been sure of his desires for this planet. The next, he was offering his body as the panda instructed. Un-zipping further to reveal the bulge covered only by black smooth fabric that did nothing to hide the rabbit extraterrestrial’s thighs.
“Nice space Speedos, bunny.” The panda’s voice rang with amusement even while a hand squeezed those muscled legs. The green-furred rabbit pulled down further, the suit laying in one piece around his ankles. He swayed as he stepped-out of it, standing in front of the bear. Starting to blink slowly and struggle to comprehend why he was nearly naked.
Dax was ready for this. A new toy had been gathering dust behind the books he now reached behind on a shelf. The slight heft felt good now that he dangled it from his fingers, using his other hand to steady the space-bunny’s face towards him.
The pocket-watch housed in the elegant metal casing was different from other time-pieces. A bank of embedded circuits powered the black screen replacing a watch face. Brilliant blue colors lit the display, starting to form a circle. Broken at first, then one bar would appear, followed by another. A solid blue ring flashed at the edge of the small screen. A new segment appeared inside the completed circle, pulsing as it was linked to the next one and the next…
“Look closely, Iskander. I know a big, dumb bunny like you needs to be told what to do. Follow the watch. Listen to my voice. Those blue rings are building something you want to see.”
The lapine’s eyes were fixed on the sight of that watch. Moving to follow it when the panda’s wrist made it swing slowly. Blue links and lines making a pretty blue circle for his eyes to enjoy. Then another…and another… Circles within circles within circles…endlessly nested and trapping his will between them. In his mind, Iskander was falling into them as they flashed and brightened. The colors growing more intense. Vivid shades of blue. Cerulean…sky…azure rings that he couldn’t dream of escaping. His arms hung limply at his sides when those buck teeth appeared as he stared adoringly.
“Sit, bunny,” said the voice. He knew it was something he had to obey, just like it had told him to gaze at the watch, and listen to the sabotaged communicator that had made him docile and dazed.
Dax grinned at the dreamy smile on that handsome would-be invader. The rabbit’s ears had started to droop, along with the adorable antenna that sprang from his mussed hair. He moved his hand down between the lapine’s legs, groping where that scrap of cloth barely restrained the bunny’s member.
Iskander moaned, gasping slightly at the way it felt for the panda to drag his fingers along that out-lined arousal. His eyes still staring into the ringed bliss of the watch’s screen as his hypnotist tuned the rabbit’s body further to his own desires. Those legs parting at another moaning sigh with the bunny slumping in that seat.
The spaced-out rabbit was too alluring to resist getting to know better. Dax closed the distance between them, sitting in Iskander’s lap. Straddling the mesmerized alien who hadn’t anticipated anything but hasty obedience. He shifted his hips, grinding playfully back on the jade-furred bunny’s member. His own bulge not as confined, loose boxers letting Iskander feel the heat of the panda’s arousal sliding against that fabric and press against the rabbit’s muscled abs. He moaned deliriously, feeling so lost to that mix of pleasure and obedience.
“Poor, naïve space-bunny. Didn’t you know it’s more fun to be the one staring and listening? You can’t resist it, can you? Being a sexy slave was always more your style.”
The panda’s fingers slipped into Iskander’s under-wear, wrapping around the throbbing bunny’s arousal while he brought the watch closer. The lights played on the fur of the rabbit’s face as his wide eyes took in the sight of those perfect rings he was compelled to obey.
“You’re hard, Iskander. Why would a big, dumb bunny like you be this hard if he didn’t want to be a pet? Buff, strong bunny with a weak mind and no will of your own…”
The alien rabbit couldn’t explain why. It must be true. He was just a dumb, cute bunny who would make a good slave for anyone with the patience to put-up with his lack of intelligence in exchange for the rest of him. Dax’s fingers closed around that warm length, taking him in hand with slow, teasing strokes that left the space-bunny’s mouth open as he moaned.
“I’ll let you be what you want to be, Iskander. A good slave who loves his place obeying his master. It feels good, doesn’t it? No more silly thoughts about conquering or struggling. Just the pleasure of being a mindless pet. You want it so badly.”
Every last bit of will left in the bunny was fading as he throbbed in the panda’s grasp. Dax’s fingers pumped that length faster as the furred green chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, almost synchronized to each swing of the watch.
“Surrender, space-bunny. Give in and come,” he heard as those bewitching fingers finally proved too much. He shuddered hard with the climax like a wave through his whole body. The toes of those long rabbit feet curling as he came at the panda’s command, sagging in the chair as his head lolled on those sculpted shoulders.
The dreamy look in his eyes was proof that the rabbit who assumed he could conquer the panda’s planet was gone. Dax’s hand rose on the lapine body, feeling his way up to rub under Iskander’s muzzle.
“I want you on your knees, bunny. Right where you wanted me,” he smiled.
The panda slipped off his rabbit slave’s lap to watch him stand slowly, turn and sink to kneel in front of the chair he had claimed before learning who he belonged to. Dax reclined in the seat, adjusting his boxers as he set the watch down. He might have to reinforce things from time to time, but Iskander’s will was hardly a worry now. The space-bunny could be put to better uses.
“Come closer, dumb bunny. I know just how to make sure you start to enjoy being a slave,” the panda said. Dax grinned as he ran a finger along the space slave’s antennae, making the muscled rabbit shiver.
“What are these for, bunny?”
“Mild…mildly psychic…whole species…,” the dazed rabbit mumbled as he eagerly answered.
“Then concentrate and pick up on what I’m thinking, like a good pet should…”
The panda’s voice stopped as the room fell silent except for the quiet moans of the space-bunny. He started to focus intently on the only strong will left in the room. It was easier with others of his species, but with nothing to cloud his thoughts, an impression on his psyche became clear. Dizzying flashes of a male rabbit with his mouth open, bobbing on a full length between…black-furred thighs…
He groaned, pressing his muzzle against the panda’s arousal. The heat of that exhaled breath exciting him further. Those jade hands pawing at the bear’s legs until he mercifully tugged the boxers down, anticipating the bunny. Dax’s member in front of Iskander’s face, the obvious act of obedience awaiting him.
The alien rabbit’s mouth parted as he tipped his muzzle higher to lick slowly at the panda’s shaft. His tongue hungry for more as he started to take Dax further into his mouth. For his part, the bear was already breathing more heavily, panting at the way that eager lapping had suddenly become just what he wanted from the slave bunny. He reached for those ears to stroke and rub at the sensitive tips before sparing a few teasing moments for those receptive antenna. Iskander’s pace increased as he started to suck, working his master’s arousal for everything he could get. The panda’s cock warming to that expert mouth and tongue, his hand pressing against the back of the green rabbit’s head and starting to thrust into that muzzle. Every sliding touch of that tongue bringing him closer as he started to drip…
The panda’s foot blindly fumbled for the rabbit’s damp Speedos, letting Iskander grind fresh arousal against the welcoming soles of those bear paws. His hips suddenly bucking forward as he came in the lapine conqueror’s muzzle, spurting that seed over a hot tongue and moaning aloud as a trickle escaped the space bunny’s mouth. He kept his lips tight until the last throb, swallowing every taste. The rabbit looking more dazed than ever as Dax rubbed his face, giving him a weary, pleased grin.
“Good…good bunny…”
A sudden electronic chirp interrupted the after-glow as the panda was slipping his member from the space slave’s muzzle. The panda looked around, un-familiar with this particular noise. It wasn’t from any of his gadgets…
At a second, harsher set of chirps, the rabbit shook suddenly. The noise was coming from a thin band strapped to his wrist. It sent a powerful tingle through him, making the rabbit go stiff for a moment before his eyes blinked and re-gained the full capacity of thought he’d been missing since the bear helped him open communications…
A hard-light projection appeared in the air, beamed from the alien technology wrapped around his fore-arm. The bunny-girl who appeared there managed a smile for a fraction of a second before letting-out a scream.
“Oh, oh! Sir, I’m so sorry! Were you in the middle of something?” She averted her eyes, already having seen too much of the rabbit’s bare body and the mess he was quickly trying to wipe from his face.
“Damn it, Telia! Yes, I was! That’s the whole point of me taking leave!”
She wore a more smooth-lined version of the same kind of suit, with a rectangular tag above her left breast and what looked like geometric decorations to the shocked panda.
“Commander, I swear we’d never have recalled you except in an emergency. Sir, do you want to discuss this in front of your…company?”
Iskander’s face indicated this was the least of his annoyances at the moment as the panda quickly pulled his boxers up while catching snippets of conversation between the apologetic space-bunny and her irate Speedo-clad commander.
“…king ridiculous. I haven’t taken leave in I don’t know how long and you woke me up for some weeds?”
The lavender-furred rabbit more sure of herself as she shot back, trying not to stare below the waist while her projection flickered.
“Those Aristians were reported on 4 different colonies, a whole sector apart, sir. We’ll be happy to drop you back on Sol-3 after investigating.”
Iskander growled, acquiescing to what was fairly sound reason to cut short his vacation. “Pick me up in an hour, Telia…”
Knowing better than to press the matter, the lapine light-show winked off when he reached to grab his discarded suit. Dax sat on the sofa’s arm-rest, still confused.
“Bath-room?” the space-bunny asked with certain resignation.
“Just down and to the right. What was that?” the panda said as the rabbit made for the nearest sink.
“Work. They get one little out-break and they expect my crew to take care of things…,” Iskander yelled from where he was busy trying to make himself presentable.
“So you’re not here to enslave Earth?” The panda waited for the sighing response as the rabbit trudged back to the living-room.
“Not really. But I knew that if you had some incentive, you might try your luck trying to change my mind…”
Dax stared open-mouthed as the jade fur was once again covered-up by that zipped suit.
“Don’t knock it. If things had gone the other way, you’d have been playing the big dumb bear. That stunner works.”
The rabbit grinned at the flush of red to the panda’s face.
“Look, I’ve still got 7 days’ leave left after this, and…”
Dax barely caught the spare tech-band tossed at him.
“…lots of time for another invasion attempt,” finished the panda.
“Answer if you’re up for it. I’ve got to go.” The bunny zipped the rest of his suit up, letting the bear contemplate the experiences that would lead to a space-rogue rabbit hoping for someone to interrupt his adventures with a period of blank, relaxing obedience.
Iskander slung the exotic stun-beam generator across his back, nearly making it to the door before he saw it slammed closed by familiar black fingers. He was whirled around and backed against the sealed exit before he could react. The panda’s hand reaching for those sensitive antenna as he leaned in close, pressing against where those Speedos should still be slick.
Dax tugged Iskander closer by those dangling psychic receptors, touching them to his head as he gave the space-bunny a teasing smile. The rabbit’s thoughts so much more suggestible with this kind of close contact. His expression going slack again as the panda reached for a specific button on his wrist.
“2 hours, dumb bunny. That should be enough to break your invasion plans up…”