Binky bunny hopped along a trail through Rutwell Forest. It was too early in the day to be as bored as she was. She’d tried to convince Beuford to start his Constable duties late, but the bloodhound was resolute in his responsibilities to the community. While she couldn’t fault his sense of duty, she was sure that part of the reason was his love of administering certain ‘disciplinary measures’ to the female population of the forest. She paused in her hopping, remembering her little ‘confession session’ with the constable last night and rubbed her well proportioned backside. She smiled, remembering the encounter. She had come home to find Beuford sitting on her couch. The mustard yellow furred hound dog was clad in his black leather vest and belt, his polished brass badge pinned prominently to its lapel. His expression was stern and his arms were crossed. She felt a faint twinge of apprehension, like when she’d done something wrong and her father would sit up waiting for her to come home. “Wha’ h-hello, constable,” she said with a nervous smile. “T-to what do Ah owe th’ pleasah of y’all’s company?” In truth, Beuford had moved in with her at her insistence. The pair had been lovers for some time and Binky had thought that Beuford having to live in the community jail was so unfair. And while she didn’t count herself as being into hard-core bondage, she had found that she did enjoy a little discipline at the paws of the constable. “Y’all been breakin’ th’ law again, Miss Bunny,” Beuford said officiously as he got up from the couch. “Wh-whah, whatever do you mean, Constable?” Binky asked, looking as innocent as she possibly could. “Y’all know full well what Ah’m talkin’ about little missy,” Beuford said, pulling his little black notebook from its place on his belt. “Ah have several complaints heah about cuhtain behavior on y’all’s part. Own up tah y’all’s law breakin’ ways an’ it’ll go easier fuh ya.” Binky felt suddenly cold and hollow…A feeling she best remembered from when her father had punished her for some mischief or another. Dread and shame filled her and yet there was anticipation as well…Something she had never told her father. “Ah’ll be good from now on, Ah sweah,” she offered pleadingly. Beuford’s silence and withering glare only deepened her feelings of guilt and anticipation. She hung her head, drawing little circles on the floor with her toe. “Ah went swimmin’ taday…Nekkid…Ah know th’ sign said ah wasn’t s’possed ta do it but Ah was hot an Ah din’t have a swimmin’ suit.” “What else?” “Ah…Ah let Randy have his way with me in public,” She said, starting to blush deeply. “A couple of fuhs s-saw us but…But Ah let him…let him keep doing me anyway. Ah made a public spectacle of mahself.” “So Sylvestah tells me,” Beuford said, flipping a few pages in the note book. “What else?” “Please,” Binky whimpered. “Ah sweah that’s all.” Beuford regarded her skeptically. The blush on Binky’s cheeks spread as she took a deep breath. “Ah peed on the trail,” she said quickly. She hadn’t really but she knew Beuford had a thing for watching her urinate. She wasn’t sure why, but it seemed to arouse him. “Ah had ta go real bad…Ah would have wet mahself…Ah had ta take down mah shorts and squat down and….” “Come heah,” Beuford interrupted her, pointing to the floor in front of him. Binky shuffled over to Beuford obediently with a look of expectant dread on her face. Beuford sat down on the couch. “Y’all been a bad li’l bunny,” Beuford said in a stern tone. “Bad Bunnies have ta be punished.” Beuford reached out and roughly unsnapped Binky’s shorts and pulled them down to her mid thighs. Binky blushed deeply and covered her cunny with her hands. He took her arm turned her around and pulled her over his lap. Binky trembled, her breath came short and her tail clamped down over butt. Beuford ‘hmphed’ and lifted her tail. Binky whimpered softly as Beuford laid his other hand on her rump. She could feel her pussy getting wet. The anticipation of the first swat built within her. “Ah promise Ah’ll be a good girl from now on!” She pleaded. “Ah prom-YIKE!” The presence of Beuford’s hand vanished from her butt to be replaced a second later by a sharp stinging swat that began to dull to a warm tingle before a second swat renewed the sting. Three swats more and Beuford’s paw came to rest on her butt again where it gently caressed her. Tears welled up in Binky’s eyes…She wasn’t in pain...Not really…Tears were expected. Even when her father had punished her she’d had occasion to work up tears. Beuford was too good at this to cause her real pain, just a quick, sharp sting that dulled to a warm tingle. She had found that, overall she rather enjoyed the experience. “Please, I’ll be good,” She sobbed convincingly. “I’ll be good!” Beuford delivered another series of swats. Binky clutched at Beuford’s leg and whimpered. Beuford listed off the laws Binky ‘flouted’, following each offence with a series of swats. All the while Binky could feel Beuford’s arousal growing and pressing against her belly. At length the constable finished and let binky stand up. He leaned back on the couch, his thick canine pride standing proudly at attention. Binky stood petulantly in front of him eying the throbbing shaft. “Ah hope y’all has learned yer lesson, young lady,” Beuford huffed. “I have, Constable I really have. I promise to be a good girl from now on. But look what Ah’ve dun ta y’all. Let me make I up ta you.” Without waiting for Beuford’s reply, Binky knelt down between the Hound dog’s legs and gently wrapped her paw around his cock. She leaned forward and kissed the head tenderly. Beuford groaned in pleasure as she started licking the tip and caressing the shaft. She opened her mouth, making sure her upper lip covered her prominent front teeth, and took the head of his male pride in her mouth slowly, listening to him groan softly. She tickled the base of his doghood with her free hand, feeling for any sign of swelling from his knot. She sucked his shaft into her mouth slowly, her tongue caressing it lovingly. Beuford panted softly and gripped the couch as his pleasure built. Binky felt Beuford’s knot swell a little and let his cock slip from her mouth. She got to her feet and stepped out from between Beuford’s legs. She let her shorts fall around her feet and stepped out of them. She then shucked her shirt and tossed it aside. She bent over, bracing her arms on the couch armrest. She threw a seductive look over her shoulder and wiggled her rump at Beuford. “Want to try the other end, constable?” she asked. Beuford Grinned broadly and rose from the couch. He slipped off his belt and crouched behind Binky and laid hid hands gently on her hips. Binky trembled again but this time in anticipation. She rolled her hips, exposing her sex to her lover submissively. Beuford pressed the head of his dog-hood into her wet slit, seating the tip in her vaginal opening. Binky braced herself, her breath coming short. Beuford pushed into her, sliding his entire length into her in one smooth thrust. Binky gasped as the hound’s shaft filled her completely, stretching her tightly around itself. The constable paused only a moment before slowly, inch by thick, throbbing inch, withdrawing nearly completely from her and then thrusting the whole of his length back in. Binky groaned in pleasure as her lover mated her. Beuford slowly built up his speed and force, savoring Binky’s hot, wet and tight little love-hole. Binky widened her stance and started pushing back against his thrusts. His groin slapped up against her so recently warmed bottom, rekindling the stinging tingle there. “Oh yes…Oh Constable yes!” Binky groaned. “Take me…Mate with me…Cum in me!” Beuford could only grunt softly with effort and pleasure as he pistoned his lover’s tool into Binky’s pussy. He suddenly pulled Binky tightly against him. Binky felt his thick canine love juice gush into her belly over and over. The sensation sent her over the edge and she cried out in her own orgasmic pleasure. As each rode the waves of ecstacy that swept through them, Binky felt the familiar swelling of Beuford’s knot stretching her vaginal walls tightly, sealing his seed inside her and trapping his love shaft. They stood there several long moments until their carnal pleasures eased and their groaning and whimpering had become naught but soft panting. Beuford put his arms around Binky’s waist a sat them back on the couch, Binky still impaled on his canine pride. “Looks lahke Ah’m Y’alls prisonuh, constable,” Binky giggled as she lay back against his strong chest. “How long is mah sentence this tahme?” “Oh 4 or 5 hours or so,” Beuford mused with a wry grin. He ran his hands over her belly and upwards to cup her ample breasts. “But only if we work at it.” And work at it they had, Binky mused, shaking off her reverie. Beuford had filled her belly four times over before his knot had released them and she’d cum 3 times more than that. And her rump was still a little tender. “I see you’ve gone and let that brute slap your bottom again,” a familiar voice said from behind her. Binky turned to find no one there. She rested her hands on her hips and spoke in a disapproving tone. “Y’all knows no one likes it when y’all does that, Stormdancah!” A soft chuckle sounded from thin air as a black furred, antlered, feral-ish looking rabbit faded into existence before her. The strange yet handsome fur wore naught but a simple leather loincloth and a wry, cocksure smile. Stormdancer was a magical Pookah from the Misty Wood to the west of Rutwell Forest. Binky had met the wild forest spirit when she had become lost in a thunderstorm and wandered into Misty Wood. She’d thought she had dreamed the encounter but gradually she came to accept his reality. What she hadn’t counted on was Beuford and Stormdancer’s possessive personalities. While neither of her lovers had any objection to Binky sharing carnal pleasure with another fur it seemed that both males had decided that Binky belonged to them as far anything more than that. Their rivalry had been fierce with Binky caught in the middle. With the aid of The Great Spirit of the Forest, Binky had managed work out a peace treaty between the pair. When Binky decided to start a family, something she wanted to do just not anytime in the near future, she would let Stormdancer father fawns with her first and then Beuford could father fawns with her. Beuford had agreed though being second hadn’t sat well with him. Binky still had to occasionally referee for the pair, often remarking that she didn’t need to have fawns…She already had two. “I just don’t understand how you can enjoy having your bottom slapped repeatedly,” the pookah said. “It has to hurt…You’re still feeling it, it looks like.” “And Ah told y’all ta quit spyin’ on Beufuhd an’ me when we’re playin’. He doesn’t do that ta y’all.” “Only because he’s a mortal and he can’t.” “That’s not the point and y’all knows it. An’ it doesn’t hurt…Not really. Not the way my Beuford does it. It just leaves me a little sore afterward. We had a very nahce tahme last nahght.” “I should have popped in and slapped his butt to see how he likes it,” Stormdancer said with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Come ta think of it….” “You will do no such thang,” Binky scolded the Pookah. “Beuford is a kind, sweet…AND he doesn’t just pop in ta try and get me knocked up. He’s there for me, he helps around the burrow, he makes dinner now and then…” “I can make dinner for you,” Stormdancer interrupted. He snapped his fingers and table for two appeared next to Binky. There were two candles, a silk tablecloth and napkins, silver cutlery, crystal glasses, fine china plates, steamed vegetables, Champaign. Stormdancer turned to Binky with a broad grin. Binky crossed her arms and looked reproachfully at Stormdancer. “It looks and smells delicious,” Binky admitted. “But you put no effort into it. You didn’t cook it. You just made it appear. Love is more than just humpin’ an’ poppin’ out fawns.” Stormdancer looked confused but snapped his fingers and the table disappeared. “But I love you,” the Pookah said as he stepped up to her. “I want you to be the mother of my fawns.” “And I will be,” Binky said, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “Just not right this minute. We can play but Ah’m not ready for fawns yet.” She moved up against Stormdancer and caressed his thigh. The pookah took her in his arms and kissed her deeply and passionately. Binky melted against him. Stormdancer’s hands caressed up and down over her back and ass. Binky was very aroused. She reached down to undo her shorts only to find that they, as well as her shirt and her lover’s loin cloth had all vanished without a trace. “Impatient, are we?” Binky giggled. She took hold of his shaft and began to stroke it gently. Stormdancer continued caressing her ass with one hand while the other roughly kneaded one of her ample breasts. Binky moaned softly. The pookah licked and kissed at her neck. “Mmmm, that’s so nice,” she cooed. “Lie down, lovah. Let me rahde y’all’s bunny poker.” Stormdancer led her into the grass just off the dirt trail and lay down on his back, his lover’s tool stood straight up. “Mount me, my love,” the pookah churred seductively. “Ride me…Let my seed fill your belly and make beautiful….” “Darn it, Stormdancuh!” Binky snapped. “I promised you and Beuford agreed… “I don’t trust that hound,” Stormdancer said defensively. “He’d make you pregnant with HIS fawns just to spite me!” “Tain’t HIS decision and it certainly tain’t YOURS,” Binky said. “It’s mine! When Ah’m Good an’ ready ta get preggers then Ah’ll be the one ta decide!” Stormdancer frowned at Binky who stood over him frowning back with her hands on her hips. “Fine!” Stormdancer snapped…and promptly disappeared. Binky’s jaw dropped. Beuford had a stubborn streak a mile wide but Stormdancer was by far the more temperamental of the two. Binky knew Stormdancer loved her but sometimes his jealousy was a bit much. She suddenly realized that Stormdancer hadn’t returned her clothes and in her rather aroused state she wouldn’t be able to simply ‘brush her fur over’. “Oh, Puckah-nuts,” she said out loud. “Now Ah’m bored, mad, horny as all get out an’ nekkid! Okay, I’ll just hop to Serena’s real quick and borrow something to wear.” Binky crossed her arms over her ample chest to avoid knocking herself silly as she hopped and resumed heading to Serena’s. She arrived at Serena’s door in short order grateful that it was still early in the day and most of the forest wasn’t out and about yet. Covering herself as best as possible, she knocked on the door.