Binky hopped up to the Mink household’s door and knocked urgently. She was certain that Serena would know what to do. Her friend had always been there to get Binky out of whatever mischief she had got herself into. She waited nervously and knocked again. After a few moments the door opened and Martin greeted her in hushed tones. “Oh, Hi, Binky,” he whispered. “We have to be quiet. I just got the kits down for their nap. Come on in.” “Is Serena in?” Binky asked, whispering back. As Martin turned and went into the living room, Binky noticed he was dragging his tail and that there was a kit, one of the female kittens, latched onto it. Apparently she was asleep and purred contentedly. Martin grinned sheepishly when he noticed Binky’s quizzical expression. “It’s the only way I could get her to sleep,” he whispered. “Serena’s in the kitchen.” Binky padded quietly to the kitchen where she found Serena cleaning up after lunch. “Serena,” she whispered. “Ah need y’all’s help.” Serena turned from doing the dishes and looked at Binky with one eyebrow raised and little smirk on her muzzle. “Alright,” she said in soft tones. “What did you do this time?” Binky looked at the floor and fidgeted nervously. Serena took note of the obvious distress in Binky’s body language and her friend’s lack of an embarrassed grin that would have been usual had the problem not been serious. “It’s okay, Binky,” Serena said as she stepped over to the bunny and laid a hand on her shoulder. “I’m here for you. What’s wrong?” “Ah…Ah got knocked up.” Binky blurted out. “Ah’m preggahs.” Serena blinked in shocked surprise, not trusting her ears. A moment of awkward silence later, a warm smile grew on Serena’s face. “Binky, that’s wonderful!” Serena beamed. “I’m so happy for you and…Let me guess…Randy! Randy has to be the daddy.” “No, not Randy,” Binky said, shaking her head. “It’s Beuford.” “Beuford?” Serena asked as her smile faded. “Oh Binky, how could you go and make kits with Beuford? What were you thinking?” “It was an accident,” Binky said, her voice almost sobbing. “Ah borrowed y’all’s magic puhfume an’ ran inta Beuford. Ah dropped it and th’ bottle broke an’ we breathed in all of it. Ah must have…Ah love Beuford, Serena…Ah want a family but Ah promised Stormdancah I’d have his fuhst when Ah was ready ta settle down…Now he’s gonnah be mad…Beuford’s gonnah be mad an’ Ah’m gonna have eight fawns…Eight!” Serena took a moment to sift through Binky’s rapid fire explanation. “So, Stormdancer was supposed to make kits with you before Beuford got his turn. Your accident with that perfume messed that up and you are carrying Beuford’s kits…Eight of them?! I’m guessing you haven’t told either of them and you’re afraid to tell them because you think they’ll be mad at you?” Binky nodded trying hard not to cry. “The solution is simple,” Serena said, rubbing her friend’s shoulder. “They have to be told. They’ll be shocked and they may be mad at you but you can explain that it was and accident and what is can’t be changed. Beuford and I may not get along, but deep down I’m sure he’s a decent fur or you wouldn’t love him.” “Ah dun s’pose y’all could…Maybe tell ‘em fuh me?” “Sorry, Binkster,” Serena said with a sad little smile. “You have to do this yourself. No one can do it for you.” “Ah, s’pose y’all is rahght,” Binky sighed. “You’ll do just fine,” Serena said as she hugged Binky. “And in spite of your taste in males, I’m still happy for you.” “Y’all is mah best friend, Serena,” Binky sniffed. They held each other for several minutes before Binky let go and stepped back. She wiped the tears from her eyes, took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Ah guess Ah should git to it,” she said after steadying herself. “No time like the present,” Serena said encouragingly. Serena walked her friend to the front door. They hugged once more before Binky set off for her burrow. Binky was almost home when Stormdancer appeared in front of her. Binky felt as if her blood had turned to ice. The pookah glided up to her and put his finger to her lips as she tried to speak. “No word’s, my love,” he said softly as he led her off the trail to a small, nearby clearing. “But…Stormdancuh…” Binky started. The pookah kissed her tenderly, silencing her protests. He held her snugly, pressing her body to his. Binky melted into the embrace, her heart racing in her chest. The pookah released her and pulled her shirt up over her head. Binky couldn’t have resisted even if she had desired to. Stormdancer took her in one arm and kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping into her mouth. His free hand sought out one ample furry breast to caress and fondle. Binky groaned softly. The pookah continued to caress, and touch and kiss and fondle Binky who was absolutely lost in the pleasure of the moment. At length he undid her shorts and let them fall about her ankles. While she stepped out of her pants, he removed his simple loincloth revealing his thick glistening shaft. He helped Binky lie down in the grass and dropped to his hands and knees over her, his lover’s tool hanging over her face and his head over her nether region. He lowered his lips to her fuzzy mound and began to kiss and lick her there. Binky moaned softly and took hold of his shaft gently as she raised her head a little to lick and kiss the tip. Binky took Storm dancer’s love muscle into her mouth and suck gently upon it while she stroked and fondled the shaft with her hand. Stormdancer licked ever deeper between Binky’s outer lips. His tongue caressed her clit and circled her vaginal opening. Binky felt her pleasure rising quickly. Her hips twitched and squirmed involuntarily as the delicious pressure and tingling grew in her belly. She cried out as her climax exploded flooding down her thighs and up into her chest. She paused in her attentions to her lover, her head rolling to the side and her back arched up off the ground. “Oh yes! So good…So Gooooooood!” Stormdancer continued to lick her until her body collapsed back to the ground. Binky panted as she basked in the relaxed afterglow of her orgasm. Stormdancer took the moment to shift his position. He lowered his hips and slid his lover’s tool deeply into Binky’s love tunnel as she lay panting beneath him. She gasped as he filled her with his throbbing flesh. She drew up her legs and threw her arms about his neck. “Oh yes, lovah,” She encouraged him. “Take me…Take me!” Stormdancer smiled lovingly at his lover. He withdrew and thrust back into her, his groin impacting her nethers with a fur muffled slap that elicited another gasp from Binky. The pookah did as he had been told, thrusting hard and fast into Binky’s cunny much to the bunny’s delight. She could feel another orgasm building quickly. She clamped her legs over her lover’s back and worked her hips, increasing the force of his penetrations. She pulled him down on top of her, taking his weight against her body. “Fuck me…Mah Pookah…Sweet magnolia’s…Fuck me!” Stormdancer slipped his arms under Binky’s back, lying full on top of her as he pistoned his rabbit cock deep, hard and fast. His lower belly clenched and he pushed as deeply into Binky as he could as his thick hot seed surged into her. Binky felt him clench around her and the heat of his seed within her. She gripped him tightly as she tipped over the edge as well. The pair remained locked in each others arms, their bodies twitching in orgasmic bliss. Even after the precious moments had passed they remained locked tightly together, trying to prolong their enjoyment of each other. Slowly they relaxed. They kissed and cuddled, and panted softly. At length they lay together on the grass, caressing each other lovingly. Binky decided that it was now or never. She rolled to her side and looked Stormdancer in the eyes with all the courage she could muster. “Ah…Ah’m pregnant…Ah’m gonna have fawns,” She blurted out in a hushed tone. It was not how she had wanted to say it. The words had simply spilled out. She looked anxiously for the pookah’s reaction. Stormdancer’s eyes fairly lit up with joy and a giddy smile grew upon his muzzle. He pulled Binky against him and hugged her. “Binky!” he exclaimed. “Oh thank you my beautiful bunny! Thank you my love.” Binky felt suddenly more miserable than she had ever felt in her entire, young life. She felt hollow and sick to her stomach. Her resolve faltered a moment but Serena’s advice pushed her on. “They…They aren’t yours,” Binky said quickly. “Y’all ain’t the fathah.” Stormdancer pulled back, his expression changing from unbridled joy to one of shock…and hurt. “But…You promised…Not mine?” he said his voice filled with the anguish he felt. His expression hardened and in the distance a low peal of thunder rolled across the darkening sky. Binky shuddered at the thunderclap. “Who is the father?” Stormdancer demanded as dark menacing clouds rolled in above them. “It was an accident,” Binky tried to explain. “Ah borrowed this bottle of magic puhfume and…” Another peal of thunder echoed across the sky causing Binky to cringe. “Who is he?” the angry pookah demanded once more. “Beuford!” Binky whimpered, the gathering storm shattering the last of her resolve. “But it was an accident! Ah’m so sorry! Ah didn’t mean to hurt you…Ah didn’t mean fuh it ta happen…I love you Storm Dancuh!” The pookah opened his mouth to speak but mere words failed him. He stood trembling with indignant rage. Frustrated beyond expression he turned his back on Binky and vanished with a clap of thunder as the skies opened up and the rain began. Binky screamed and ran blindly for her burrow, leaving her clothes behind. The storm had been shaking the trees outside Binky’s burrow for well over two hours. Binky, still naked and damp was curled up on the couch. She flinched with each peal of thunder but she no longer cried. She had run out of tears an hour ago. She didn’t blame Stormdancer for being angry. She’d seen the happiness in his eyes when he thought he was the father of the fawns she carried…And the hurt and betrayal he felt when she told him he was not. She only hoped that he wouldn’t take out his anger on Beuford. She knew he wasn’t allowed to hurt Beuford according to their agreement but now that she’d broken it, even accidentally, she didn’t know what he would do. She thought back to how she’d made them agree to be civil to each other. Both males had been competing for Binky’s affections. She loved both males equally but each had seemed to want her exclusively. It had been fun at first but it quickly become apparent that Beuford was out-classed by the magic wielding, immortal forest spirit. Beuford would bring her candy and Stormdancer would conjure up faerie confections of unparalleled sweetness. Beuford would make her a delicious Cajun dinner and Stormdancer would conjure a gourmet feast complete with serving dishes of silver and gold, crystal glassware and no clean-up afterward. Binky had tried to ease Beuford’s frustration by reminding him that what he gave her took effort and skill rather than simply waving one’s hands in the air. Beuford’s frustration continued to grow however. The final straw had come when Beuford brought her a bouquet of Baby’s breath, her favorite flower. The hound had spent over a week trying to locate the flowers to give her. He arrived at her burrow to find her rushing about filling vase after vase with bouquets of baby’s breath and Stormdancer leaning against the wall with a smug grin on his muzzle. Beuford and Stormdancer had argued and Beuford had even taken a swing at the pookah who simply teleported out of the way. Beuford had left in a huff. For three days Binky didn’t see the constable. Becoming concerned, she checked with her neighbors only to find that no one had seen the constable. She’d turned to Stormdancer for help. Reluctantly the pookah had admitted that he knew where the constable was. She had made Stormdancer take her to Beuford only to find that ‘The Great Spirit of the Forest’, the king of the Fae-folk of Misty Wood had turned Beuford into a statue of stone for his rude behavior. She had managed to convince The Great Spirit to release the constable and keep Beuford from putting his paw in his mouth again. Beuford had apparently gone to Misty Wood to confront Stormdancer once and for all. It was then that Binky had discovered Stormdancer’s interest in her included becoming a family. Beuford had this thought on his mind as well but was willing to be a bit more patient and let Binky decide when she wanted to be a mother. In order to settle the matter, Binky, with the help of the ‘Great Spirit’, got the males to agree to a peace treaty of sorts. The terms of the agreement stated that, when Binky decided she was ready to start a family, Stormdancer would be the first to father her fawns. In return, Stormdancer was forbidden to use his magic to harass, belittle, harm or embarrass Beuford. Both males also had to agree to be civil to each other. There were still times when Binky felt like a referee more than the object of her two males desires, but overall the treaty had been working. Another rumbling peal of thunder shook her from her reverie. She trembled with fear. Being in her burrow did little to console her terror of thunder storms. She heard the door to her burrow open and looked up to see the rain coming in. A moment later, Beuford’s long yellow furred legs dangled down from the burrow entrance. The constable cursed at the lack of stairs as he did each and every time he ‘dropped in’. No sooner had he landed on the floor than Binky had hopped off the couch and run to him, throwing her arms around him tightly and and burying her face in his chest. “Beufuhd!” she exclaimed. “Ah’m so happy y’all is home!” “So am Ah,” Beuford grinned as he put his arms around her. “And ta be greeted bah mah favorite…Binky, whut’s Wrong?” Beuford knew Binky didn’t like storms but he had never seen her so scared before. She clung to him for dear life and she trembled like a naked Chihuahua at the North Pole. He gingerly pried her loose and scooped her up in his arms. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head on his shoulder. “I’m s-so s-scared!” she whimpered. “It’s okay, mah li’l gal,” Beuford said quietly as he carried her back over to the couch. “Ah’m heah now. Ain’t nothin’ gonna huht y’all none. Ah promise.” Beuford sat on the couch cradling Binky in his arms. He spoke quietly and comfortingly. He stroked her arms and ears gently. Binky’s trembling lessened a bit while the storm continued to rage outside. At length Binky looked up from Beuford’s shoulder to find the constable looking down at her with a warm, gentle smile. “Ah’ll protect y’all,” he said gently. “Y’all jus’ rest your pretty little head.” Binky knew she had to tell Beuford about her condition, but with the storm and her earlier experience with Stormdancer still fresh in her mind she found herself without the courage. She lay her head back on Beuford’s shoulder and took comfort in his strong arms and gentle touch. Tomorrow, she thought as sleep crept upon her. Ah’ll tell him in th’ morning….