Monthly Prompt #4: Bell's bunny problem (Patreon)

Bell had a problem, he realized as the dust settled over him, his body feeling all tingly while his nose twitched as if he had to sneeze. The first and foremost was that he just dropped the incredibly rare and valuable pixie dust that they had ordered from the fortieth floor that was delivered by the Loki familia. 

The second problem, Bell realized, was that he was no longer a he. He was now a she. Her chest felt heavy, her shirt felt much tighter thanks to a modest bust that strained against her shirt. The parts that she was used to dangling between her legs were gone, vanished without a trace and she noticed its absence keenly. Bell swallowed thickly, looking down at the pixie dust that was rapidly fading into nothing at her feet, her breasts an unfamiliar sight as she looked down. 

The third problem was that Naaza was going to murder her. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in Bell’s mind, which posed a serious problem because Naaza was possibly the only one that could help her. So, she might be stuck as a girl. Forever. 

It was then that the panic began to set in. 

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Bell shouted in a stage whisper, clasping her hands to the side of her head as the implications hit her like a brick. Her voice was an octave higher, still similar to her previous voice, but different enough that Bell noticed. Her eyes went so wide that they could have fallen out of her head, curling up into the fetal position as she tried to come to terms with her fate. To be a woman or die as a man at her familia member’s hands. Not even Miach would be able to save her. 

And, of course, it was that moment that the front door was pushed open. Her heart just about jumped out of her mouth. Bell swallowed it down, crawling on her hands and knees to peek by the counter to see who it was. Because if it was Naaza, then she needed to know to enjoy her last few seconds of life. Instead, she saw a man. 

The biggest man that she had ever seen in her entire life. He wore some armor, a chest piece of blackened steel, but that was it. He was what she pictured an adventurer would be -- tall, his muscles straining against a shirt, and handsome. 

Bell felt herself clench down there, except it was a lot different now that the parts were different. Warmth pulled in her stomach, a familiar blush creeping up her face. She clenched her thighs together, trying to make the feeling go away, but...why was it getting wet between her thighs? Her blood seemed to hum with energy as she watched the man approach the counter, looking around their humble store. 

She never felt like this before, Bell had no idea what this could be. Was she having an allergic reaction? Her body felt hot, her breathing was short, and her groin was starting to ache in a way that she never experienced. Was pixie dust poisonous? 

“Uh, is anyone here? The door was open,” the man spoke, his voice as heavy as brass. A shiver raced through Bell before she realized that the man was a customer. She just dropped a vial filled with expensive pixie dust, so even if she was dying of poison, then at the very least she would spend the last minutes of her life making sure that Lord Miach had one more customer!

Despite her resolve, Bell hesitated just a moment before poking her head up. “Ah! H-hello!” Her words trailed off as she rose to her full height and looked up at the man’s face. And kept looking up. And looking up. And looked up some more until her head was craned all the way back, a look of wonder on her face. 

This...is what an adventurer was supposed to look like. Larger than life that radiated confidence and power. And he seemed very kind, unlike those adventurers that had rejected her for looking as weak as she did. After all, someone with such a kind looking smile couldn’t be anything but kind. 

Then Bell recalled that wasn’t the greeting she was supposed to give to a customer. “I mean, welcome to Miach’s emporium! How can I help you today?”

The adventurer stared at her for a moment, and she tried not to squirm underneath his intense, smoldering gaze. He seemed to realize it as she rubbed her thighs together, her loose boxers doing nothing to catch the moisture that was starting to trickle down her thigs. “Er, yeah,” he started, "I was hoping to get some antidotes."

"I can get that for you!" Bell blurted, elated that she could actually help him with his order. She was still so very new to the familia that she wasn’t allowed to make potions, so right now she was little more than a clerk, and nothing was worse when people came in with custom orders that she didn’t have the skill to fulfill. 

Bell turned to run into the backroom to get his order, but her legs gave out from underneath her, making her fall into a heap. They didn’t have any strength in them, she realized, the burning need in between her legs was almost painful. 

“Hey, are you okay?” the adventurer asked in alarm, looking over the counter at her. 

“I-I’m fine!” Bell was quick to reassure -- she had been mostly joking when she thought that the pixie dust was poisonous, but now she wasn’t so sure. Her body felt so hot and it felt like the source of it was in her stomach, pooling their until she was cooking from the inside out. 

“Do you need any help? I have some potions on me-” The kind adventurer offered, cutting himself off when Bell shook her head. She was fine, and she wouldn’t take a potion from a customer. 

“I’m fine,” Bell repeated, offering a feeble smile and the blush that warmed her entire body wasn’t solely because of how hot her body felt. Embarrassment burned in her chest. 

“Are you sure? You don’t look so hot,” the man said, worried. Though, it was funny that he said that because she felt like she was burning up. 

“I…” Bell started to insist, only to give up before she could begin. She did need help. She...she needed an antidote, just in case. “If...you wouldn’t mind...taking me to the back room?” Bell asked, looking up at him. The man looked surprised for a moment, faintly suspicious but he nodded all the same, giving her a look that she couldn’t place. 

“Sure thing,” he said, stepping behind the counter and picking her up. Her stomach clenched when she felt herself being lifted with utter ease, feeling his powerful arms shift underneath leathery skin -- it did things to her that she didn’t know how to describe. It was like she was drunk, almost. 

“You...smell really good,” she managed to say, compelled to say something as he took her to the back room. Like oranges, but with a hint of something spicy. If she found a way to bottle up that scent and sell it as perfume, then Lord Miach would never have to worry about money ever again. 

“Thanks,” the man answered simply, and she could feel the vibrations of his heavy voice running through her that seemed to go straight to just below her bellybutton. Bell swallowed thickly as the man took her to the backroom -- it was filled with ingredients and potions, marked with a workshop with all the tools of the trade. “So, what do you need?”

“I…” Bell trailed off, looking up at him rather than the potions. Her breathing felt so short and her blood so very hot. “I think I...I need...you…” She trailed off. And, in hindsight, that probably wasn’t the best place to leave off. It gave the wrong impression, and it was that impression that the man got. Bell only realized that when the man shifted his grip on her, setting her down on the edge of the workbench and his face inches from hers. 

“I can help you with that,” he said, giving her only a moment to think about what he meant by that before he leaned in and stole her first kiss. And whatever breath that she had left. Kissing was amazing, Bell decided, helpless as the man plundered her mouth with his tongue, placing a hand on the back of her head so she couldn’t escape. 

Bell felt her eyes roll into the back of her head at the sensation of his tongue dominating hers, the sounds of them kissing so impossibly loud in the small workshop. She only realized that her hands hand moved when she felt his powerful muscles underneath her palms. However, instead of pushing him away, her body demanded that she draw him closer because absolutely nothing could feel better than this. 

Then, as if to disagree, the man’s free hand slipped underneath her pants and boxers before plunging a finger in a hole that hadn’t been there this morning. Bell’s voice slipped out in a...moan… as the man’s finger curled inside of her. It felt so big and intrusive, and oh so good that she never wanted it to leave. 

“You’re so wet,” he commented, breaking the kiss, his finger moving inside of her in ways that stole her breath and her ability to formulate words. Is...this how girls felt during stuff like this? It felt amazing. A thousand times better than being a boy. Bell tried to convey that with her eyes as she gaped up at the man, her mouth gaping and her eyes crossing as a coil of tension was starting to tighten in her stomach. “Damn, you’re more sensitive than Hestia. Well, let’s see how you like-”

If he said anything else, then it was lost when pleasure hit her over the head like a brick. The coil of tension suddenly unleashed, plunging her world into white electricity that seemed to course through her veins. Distantly, she was aware of the finger still moving inside of her as her pants were peeled away, her back laying flat against the table. Her hips were moving, and it took a moment to figure out it was because she was doing it. 

“Going without a bra?” The man asked, pushing up her shirt, bearing a pair of breasts. Thoughts of protest couldn’t be further from her mind. Only one thought seemed to echo in her mind as his hand trailed up her sensitive skin, goose flesh rising everywhere he touched. And that was wondering how good it was going to feel when he touched her. The answer was so much better than she could imagine. 

“Wah!” Bell moaned when his fingers zeroed in on her nipples, her knees rising up to draw together, only for his body to be in her way. His finger stroked her insides, the first to discover the spot that drove her wild. His touch only inflamed the burning need between her legs, making her desire more. He tugged on her nipple, both of them were painfully hard, a light pink cap over a small mound of flesh. 

She looked down at her body, a small patch of white hair above a smooth mound. She couldn’t even spare a thought of how disconcerting it was to not see her penis, simply because Bell saw the bulge straining against his pants. Bell swallowed thickly, easily able to see the intimidating shape of it. Her attention was briefly stolen when the man withdrew her hands from her body, only for whatever protest she could make died on her tongue when those hands that brought her such pleasure were going to his pants. 

Bell swallowed thickly as he unbuckled his pants, pushing them down, to allow his penis to fly free. It landed on her stomach, reaching past her belly button. Her eyes went so wide they could have fallen out of her head, her body letting out an involuntary shiver as she gazed on his penis. Not only was it long, but it was thick -- it couldn't be any more different than the only penis she had any experience with. 

He was going to put that inside of her. That thought, instead of inspiring horror, it made her mouth water. Her...her...vagina...ached in a way that she hadn't known was possible, desperately missing his fingers. Of their own will, her hips rose, her lower lips trying to kiss the monstrous penis. 

The man chuckled as he lifted her hips off the table until they were at a perfect angle to grind against the underside of his penis. Bell's breath quickened, her heart pounding in her chest -- the anticipation was killing her and the pleasure was torture. "Just to make sure, but you're okay with this, right? Do I have your permission to fuck you into a puddle of goo?" He asked and Bell knew that she should say no. 

She was a boy long before she became a girl, and she never felt this way about a boy before...but… 

"...yes...yes, please, I...I want...I need it!" Bell gasped out, her mind was hazy with lust. That was the only prompting that he needed because he pulled his hips back, the crown of his penis kissing her lips. She didn't have time to savor the sensation, much less brace herself before his hips jerked forward and he buried himself inside of her. 

Bell's first thought was how full she felt. She could feel it all the way inside of her like it was poking her stomach or something. A strangled gasp ripped from her throat. 

Her second was how amazing it felt. It was perfect in every way, satisfying that burning ache deep within her. She came the moment he put it in, and she kept cumming for every second it remained inside. There weren't words to describe the pure Bliss that filled her. The only ones that came close were that she hoped that he never took his penis out of her. 

The third was forgotten as the man pulled out and thrust forward. Bell threw her head back and let her pleasure be known to whoever could hear it. She reached out, bracing herself by grabbing the edges of the workbench, gripping it with white knuckles. 

“Hold on tight,” the man warned before he started to move. Bell’s toes curled as he began to-to-to...to fuck her, that itch deep inside her be scratched better than she could have ever hoped to do on her own. It didn’t hurt at all. If anything, it felt so good that it hurt, and once the man saw that, he let loose. 

“HnnnnNNNN!” Bell tried to bite back a moan when she came again, her voice lost in the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh, her body trembling. One of his hands went up to her chest to play with her nipples, tugging on them and pinching them -- Bell never thought she would enjoy that, but she was learning a great many things about herself-

Any thought came to an abrupt end when she felt his penis pulsate inside of ver, a warning of the boiling hot cum that filled her. She felt it fill the deepest part of her body, soothing the scorching hot flame that resided just below her belly button before it gushed out of her narrow tunnel. She heard it hit the ground, but she barely paid attention to that in favor of listening to the low groan of relief of the man. 

He came inside of her. 

Bell’s chest heaved as she placed her hands on her stomach, feeling her...her womb be filled to the absolute brim. However, when the man pulled out of her, she should have known better that would be the end of it. He turned her around so her face was towards the table, his thumbs spreading her butt was her only hint what he intended. 

“You’re going to…?!” She couldn’t even say it, it sounded that naughty. She could feel the hot cum, both his and hers, slide down her legs, so maybe it was a bit late for thinking that was too naughty. 

“Unless you don’t want me to fuck your tight little bunny ass?” He asked, pressing the tip of it against her puckered hole, lubing it up with their combined fluids. Bell swallowed thickly, her hips in his hands, her legs dangling uselessly. Again, she knew she should say no. This wasn’t how she ever pictures losing her virginity. Bell thought she would save a pretty girl in the Dungeon, they would fall in love, and then they would start a family after they got married…

...but this was so much better, she realized. 

“I...I want you to...please,” Bell tried not to beg, bracing herself when his hips started to push forward. There was more resistance with that hole, she felt, but her body gave way to him. There wasn’t any pain, but a different kind of pleasure...and if Bell thought she felt full before, then she felt near to bursting with this. And she loved it. “You can s-start,” Bell said, clenching her toes in anticipation, bracing herself. 

The man drew out of her slowly, then slammed his hips against hers. The sound of flesh slapping against each other was so much louder, the entire table jerking. A vial was knocked over, spilling the contents onto the table. The man seemed to notice that quickly but chose to do something about it in a way that she didn’t expect. 

It became very obvious why he said ‘bunny ass’ when he grabbed her by her snow-white floppy bunny ears and lifted her by them, using his other hand to help brace herself, while the cock in her butt kept her still. Her world went white when he found an angle he liked before he began to thrust at an angle that she loved. With her body bent like a C, she could feel his penis so much better now until it became the only thing that she could feel. 

The only way that she could tell time was passing was by the harsh sound of his hips hitting her butt, but it felt like he was thrusting a dozen times a second, so it was hardly the best. Though, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the pure bliss that he delivered her with each movement as if he was tailor-made to bring her ecstasy that she never would have found as a man. No, a boy. 

Like all good things, it ended far too quickly. Bell felt him pulsate inside of her before he unleashed inside of her for a second time. She groaned, her voice sore from constant moaning. The man let one at the same time, smacking her butt as he let go of her hair, letting her rest on the edge of the workbench. 

She tried to clench down to keep it all inside of her, but her butt was far looser than it had been once he left her. It seeped out of her, joining whatever was left that seeped out of her vagina. Her pale skin was drenched with sweat, panting like she had run a marathon, her legs dangling uselessly. 

“Damn, if you’re going to treat me like this, then I’m going to have to stop by more often,” the man said, pulling up his pants from the sound of it. Bell was left lying there, holding onto the table, else she would fall in a heap. Her lower lips clenched at the idea, the seed that he had poured into her smothering the burning need like water on a flame. 

Bell blinked, looking to the side before she made a halfhearted gesture to a cabinet. The man realized what she was pointing at, opened it, and revealed where they kept the potions. She wasn’t supposed to leave it unlocked, or tell people where it was...but she also wasn’t supposed to have sex with customers. He helped himself to the contents before he walked over to her. 

He dumped a sizable pile of money onto the table, far more than what he needed to pay for. Before she could say a word, he reached over and smacked her on the butt, giving her a jolt. “That should cover everything, right…?” He asked, making Bell blink slowly before a wide grin tugged at her lips. 

“Come again soon.”