Seeking Sherwood - Interlude 5 Garth (Patreon)

Garth has a good head on his shoulders, and the information he needs to gain an edge in the strange game being played around him. But at the end of the day, is that what he really wants? 

Written by the wonderful Rabidbadger writing, illustrated by me!  

Characters/Owners:

Garth - Nackvixen 

Veronicas - Veronacus 

Temperance - Paris  

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There was a lot on Garth’s mind as he waddled cumbersomely back to his quarters on the ship. It wasn’t as if he’d had a long time with those pages in his hand, but he had a solid memory – and the sense to pick out a few of the easier to recall security codes. There were three he was just about certain he had correct and it was just a question of getting them written down. Which, it turned out, was possibly easier said than done. Try as he might, Garth couldn’t find a damn thing to write with anywhere in his quarters. At least, not the traditional way – but he was a creative bunny. As soon as he started contemplating alternative solutions something came to him in short order.

Garth then found that the problem wasn’t so much thinking of what to write with as it was finding a can of spray cheese or whipped cream that wasn’t already empty, but he did eventually locate one, leading to a steady and careful bit of aerosol cheese calligraphy on his night stand, which he was thus far heroically avoiding sticking his finger in or eating straight from the can during, lest he run out before he finished documenting his illicit secrets.

Somewhere around the halfway mark through the third security code the can started sputtering, and it was at that precise moment that the doors to his quarters slid open behind him. Garth froze – not so much out of fear as pragmatism. It wasn’t like anyone could see through his ass to know what he was doing if he didn’t move, especially not now – he’d grazed the door frame on both sides entering the room and nearly gotten stuck. He had some serious suspicions he was being dosed with something to take the edge off how heavy he was as well, something to keep his muscle mass playing catch up – to a degree anyway. There was only so much it could do about his body getting in its own way.

Right now, though, it was a boon. Garth had things to hide and he made a much better door than a window, and as doors went, he could probably plug a hull breach with his butt.

“Who is it?”

Garth almost coughed through the answer; he hadn’t really considered how long he’d gone without speaking. In the meantime, waiting for a reply, he tried to quietly shake the can to eke out a little more from it. 

“You really are marvelous, you know?”

It was the one voice that Garth definitely didn’t want to hear, and yet kind of did. Anyone else he could explain the codes away if he had to, but Dawn? That short little body wrapped its arms around his rump from behind and squeezed, leaving Garth stuck where he stood, belly scraping the edge of his bed and his nightstand, hand still on the can – then she started to steer. Twisting him around until he was facing the door, facing her. The vixen was smiling in a way he had seen before, fondness with a hint of something possessive – predatory. 

Dawn’s eyes gleamed red. There was no light for them to catch coming from that part of the rom, yet they did it all the same. 

“You don’t need those, do you? Not when I can give you everything you need.”

It wasn’t much force that the Vixen used to push him back, but it didn’t take much to set him teetering backward onto the bed, landing like a flabby avalanche. Causing the whole rig to creak and sway a bit, leaving him teetering on the fulcrum of his own ass, gradually flowing back until he was laying down with his knees dangling over the edge. Garth had some pressing questions about whether or not he could easily get back up from this position – but he’d certainly not be doing so while he had Dawn crawling up on top of his belly like she was climbing a hill to plant a flag in. 

The vixen’s eyes were still gleaming when she got there, and Garth found himself having a very difficult time thinking about anything that wasn’t the question he’d been asked. Which seemed to demand an answer – an honest one – sooner rather than later.

“I – I might… not. But-”

A little wider, the smile crept. 

“But it might come in handy?”

Dawn tilted a little, curling her arm behind her. When it came back into view the ebon digit was covered in cheese topping.

“Only if you don’t think I can do right by you. Do you think that, dear?”

Garth wiggled a little, which set his belly swaying and sloshing but didn’t generate enough momentum to be a problem for Dawn – or to move her enough to break their eye contact, which Garth was having a difficult time doing any other way. His own ones didn’t want to shut, or look elsewhere, and his head didn’t seem to want to think of clever ways to avoid answering or to change the subject. 

“I… n0, I remember the other night just fine, and uh, I-”

The answer was interrupted mid-word by a finger full of cheese entering Garth’s lips. For once he didn’t feel odd about acquiescing to his first urge and licking it clean.

“Good. My first plan for you isn’t going to work now, it’s been spoiled, but I think maybe it wasn’t necessary to begin with.”

Dawn reached back again with that same finger while her other hand seized Garth’s chest and gave it a bit of a squeeze and shake. Enough to get the bunny to breathe harder and squirm again.

“You can be a good boy, if you just have an owner that understands you. And I do. There’s this…”

There was a gentle clenching of that hand on the loose mound of blubber, leaving Garth opening his mouth to exhale some of the mounting tension and distraction, which in turn left him open to Dawn obliterating more of his handwork by feeding it back to him again.

“This odd purity about how you just want and then act. I can appreciate it. I can also encourage it, you know.”

As poignant as the moment was, Garth couldn’t entirely help that when he next opened his mouth he didn’t manage the clever and evasive reply he had in mind, but instead let out a long denied hwuorphhb that just seemed to set the vixen’s grin a little harder in than it already was – maybe get it showing a few more teeth, even. 

“Tell me, bunny boy. Say the words. You’re already doomed to be someone’s pet, at best, with the state you’re in. How about being mine instead of hers?”

The light from Dawn’s eyes was still holding Garth’s gaze captive, but not so much his thoughts at the moment. It shimmered, and he could swear he felt something loosen in that moment. And not another knot of gas in his stomach. At least he was pretty sure it wasn’t. Garth had all his faculties present to weigh the options with – he knew he was fast approaching being too thick to move even if he had something assisting him with the weight, and it wasn’t as if the Vice Regent had made any effort to hide what came next.

As Garth let the thought roll around his head a little, Dawn reached back and undid the last of his handiwork, depositing it on his tongue while he mused and then reaching behind herself to produce another, apparently full can of the same stuff. 

It wasn’t cutting his losses, Garth reasoned. It was making the smart call – the one that gave the most options in the long run. Besides, it wasn’t like he often found someone who seemed to understand what motivated him so completely – let alone someone prepared to indulge him. 

No, encourage – she’d said encourage, Garth reminded himself as he leaned up against the resistance his own bulbous lack of a neck and once more licked the vixen’s finger clean. Dawn held still and let him take his time, Garth slowly easing back and letting himself sprawl, ignoring his legs starting to go a bit numb on him from the angle they were resting at. He definitely wasn’t getting up without help now. Assuming he bothered to get up. Which… Garth glanced at the cheese in a can, feeling a rare moment of trepidation as the seriousness of the decision stuck in his mind. 

But it made sense, and he wanted it. Her. Everything being offered.

“…Yours. If I’m going to be someone’s pet? I’ll go with you-mfph.”

Garth didn’t quite get to finish, mostly because his lips were occupied with being steadily inflated by dubious cheese topping. Dawn, meanwhile, was still smiling. Grinning, even. Jaws spread, teeth gleaming like her eyes, and Garth could swear the vixen’s incisors were just a bit longer than they usually seemed.

But that was probably his imagination. Just like the pleasant little tingling pinpricks against the flabby ring under his chin as Garth closed his eyes and surrendered a little. Even if it wasn’t, Garth reasoned, it felt good - so why waste the energy questioning it when he could just wiggle a little and enjoy himself.