The Morning After
The sun peeked through the treetops, casting golden rays on the quiet forest. Birds chirped innocently, completely unaware of the chaos that had unfolded hours earlier.
Tsuki sat on a thick branch above the shelter, eyes wide, unblinking, and soulless. His ears twitched like they'd been struck by lightning. His little body trembled slightly, wrapped in a blanket of emotional trauma no pup should ever endure.
He'd heard everything.
The moaning. The heavy panting. The slapping sounds. The thuds. The earth-shaking crashes as trees shook with every "sparring exchange." At first, Tsuki thought it was just more combat. But then... then came the rhythmic slamming. The whispered grunts. The loud gasp of "I didn't know rabbits could bend that way!" followed by a breathless "Oh sh—!" and one final, world-ending THWACK.
Tsuki's ears folded down. His innocence had been burned to ash. He wasn't even sure who he was anymore.
Down below, the shelter was still.
Inside, the MC lay flat on his back, arms spread, hair a wild mess, a leaf stuck to his cheek. His shirt was halfway off, and he looked like a man who had fought the boss of all boss fights—and barely survived.
Next to him, curled up like a satisfied predator, was the rabbit woman. Her muscular arm draped over his chest, and a smug smile tugged at her lips. Her ears twitched in pure contentment.
The MC groaned, eyes barely opening, body sore in ways he didn't know were possible.
> "Damn... I feel like I got hit by a truck made of thighs…"
He turned his head slowly toward the rabbit, who nuzzled closer with a soft sigh and an almost teasing squeeze of his waist.
The MC gave a small, breathless laugh, voice husky and dry.
> "Heh... Guess rabbits really do like the strongest male in the pack…"
Up in the tree, Tsuki let out a long, silent whimper. He would never un-hear those sounds. He would never trust "sparring" again.
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Still the Morning After
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The sun was higher now, filtering warmly into their little forest shelter. The MC was still lying flat on the ground, unable to move, his body drained and sore from last night's "intense sparring."
He groaned softly.
> "I… I can't feel my legs…"
Suddenly, a warm weight settled on his abdomen. The rabbit woman, still smugly grinning from ear to ear, climbed atop him and sat comfortably—like a proud champion resting on her prize.
She began gently sliding her hips back and forth on his torso. Not in a lewd way, but more like a satisfied hunter stretching out her legs before a morning run. Her ears perked, and her expression gleamed with confidence—as if to say: Don't worry, I'll handle the hunting today.
The MC blinked up at her, too tired to fight it, his hands flopping uselessly at his sides.
> "So… this is what it feels like to be the weaker one…"
She gave him one last cheeky bounce before hopping off with surprising grace, heading toward the woods to hunt—with an extra swing in her steps and a mischievous glance over her shoulder.
From the nearby tree, Tsuki peeked down, deadpan.
> I didn't survive hell just to witness this kind of humiliation...
I want a refund on my life.
A few minutes passed. The sound of leaves rustling signaled her return. The rabbit woman hopped back into the clearing, carrying three plump forest birds by the neck, all still fresh with a few feathers fluttering loose. Her expression was bright—almost too cheerful for someone who'd knocked a man out with "sparring" just hours ago.
The MC sat hunched by the fire pit he'd just finished setting up, still drained, still sore. His eyes half-opened at the sight.
> "Oh great, she's strong and domestic. I'm gonna die single."
Without skipping a beat, she crouched near the fire. Her claws extended—not in a threatening way—but like a trained butcher. With swift, precise movements, she plucked the birds clean in a flash, feathers flying like confetti. Then she snapped each neck with quick, practiced flicks. The MC winced at the crack, but Tsuki up in the tree looked... oddly impressed.
She laid out some flat rocks and, with a few gathered sticks, skewered each bird neatly. Then, she used a sharpened stone to make careful slices—deboning and carving out pieces of meat like she'd done it a thousand times. Muscles flexed with each motion, her thighs steady as she squatted like a warrior-chef preparing a victory feast.
> Sssssss…
The fire hissed as the juices from the first bird hit the flame. The aroma kicked the MC in the face like a memory of civilization. His stomach growled in betrayal.
She turned the sticks expertly, brow furrowed, eyes focused. Occasionally, she glanced at the MC and gave a little smirk, clearly proud of herself.
When the skin crisped to golden perfection and the fat sizzled, she pulled one skewer off and handed it to him with a look that said: You better eat this and survive—I've got plans for round two later.
He took the skewer slowly.
> "Guess this is what married life in the wild feels like…"
From the tree, Tsuki barked once. Bitterly.
> I miss the part where we were normal.
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Night Two
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The night air was warm, thick with the scent of grilled meat and pine needles. A gentle wind rustled the leaves, but beneath the canopy, another kind of storm was brewing.
The fire still burned low when she approached him again—graceful, quiet, but her smirk said it all. The rabbit woman's muscles shimmered under the firelight, each movement slow and confident. She crouched low like a predator ready to pounce, her thighs flexing as she tilted her head, ears twitching mischievously.
The MC sat cross-legged, finishing the last of his roasted bird. He saw her shadow cast over the flame and froze. "Oh no… Not again…"
She leapt.
With a swift twist, she straddled him, her toned thighs landing on either side of his waist. His back hit the ground. Her body pressed against his with the weight of someone who didn't take 'no sparring' for an answer.
"Wait—" he tried to sit up.
She gently pushed him back with one finger on his chest and a playful grin.
Her hips shifted. Slowly. Up. Down. Up again. Just gliding… like a cat testing its seat. Her ears flicked in rhythm. Her firm muscles flexed beneath her skin like poetry in motion.
MC gulped. "This ain't training anymore… this is punishment."
She leaned closer. Her nose brushed his neck. She sniffed him—deeply. Then again. A satisfied little hum escaped her throat, followed by a playful nibble on his collarbone.
His breath caught.
Meanwhile…
Up in the tree, Tsuki clutched the branch like his life depended on it. Eyes wide. Pupils shrinking.
The poor thing couldn't speak. He opened his mouth to scream but only let out a soft, internal "nnnnnghhhhh—" as his paw trembled in front of his face like he was trying to block the view.
But it was too late.
Below, it got worse.
More "sparring." Louder. More rhythmic. Thudding sounds. Soft gasps. A deep moan that wasn't pain—definitely not pain.
The shelter was swaying. Shadows on the leaf walls looked like some kind of graceful battle dance. Grapples. Slams. Rolls. Legs. Legs everywhere.
MC's groans came between breathless chuckles. "She's not fighting fair… not fair at all…"
Then: WHAM! The ground shook.
Tsuki jumped and bit into a leaf just to muffle his own mental screams. He curled into a ball and began to rock, face burning red.
The MC, below, now pinned under the rabbit's full weight again, whispered into the wind:
"…guess rabbits really do love strong men. But this… this is a whole dojo."
The Next Morning...
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the trees. Birds chirped. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves.
And Tsuki?
Tsuki sat in a branch above the campfire, eyes wide open. Not blinking. Not moving. The tiny companion stared into the void like it had seen the forbidden knowledge no fluffy being should ever know.
MC groaned, half-buried under the rabbit girl's toned, snoozing body. His hair was a mess, one glove missing, and his torso covered in shallow claw marks, love bites, and the vague imprint of absurdly enthusiastic sparring.
He tried sitting up.
Failed.
Tried again.
His soul almost left his body.
"Ugh… damn," he muttered, "Guess rabbits like strong men in their pack…"
The rabbit girl shifted slightly, still asleep, nuzzling against his chest like a satisfied beast who conquered prey—and claimed it for good.
Tsuki didn't move.
Not a twitch.
He was still up in that tree like a war veteran who heard every thud, every slam, and every breathy "hnngh" echo into the starry night. His fur puffed up slightly whenever a twig snapped nearby.
MC waved a hand weakly. "Tsuki… you alive up there, little buddy?"
Tsuki slowly turned his head down toward MC. Just a slow… horror-struck glance. His beady eyes trembled. No bark. No squeak. Just the energy of someone who witnessed the universe's wildest DLC without consent.
MC chuckled. "What, never seen a little sparring before?"
Flashback to the night before: rhythmic thuds, the ground shaking, trees slightly tilting from sheer force, breathy moans mixed with exhausted gasps, and an occasional "AGH—MY BACK!" from the MC.
Back to the present.
MC laid back, arm over his eyes. "Yeah… definitely not ready for Round 3…"
The rabbit girl yawned cutely, stretched like a cat, then looked down at him and gently booped his nose before hopping up with fresh energy—like nothing had happened.
MC groaned again, defeated. "You monsters got stamina hacks, I swear…"
Tsuki just buried his face into a leaf.
Sitting up slowly, he groaned, still feeling a bit sore. "Man… I swear, I'm never gonna look at a rabbit the same way again. You're one crazy, strong bunny…" he mumbled, rubbing his neck and wincing slightly.
The rabbit girl, now fully awake, stretched out her toned limbs like a proud lioness. She hopped over to him, nuzzling him gently as if to say, Good morning.
The MC chuckled and looked up at her. "Alright, alright, I guess it's time to go. I've got places to be, and... you know, sparing like that every day isn't really in the schedule, haha."
She tilted her head, her big rabbit ears perking up. There was something almost... playful in her gaze. As if she understood him better than he expected.
"Look," he continued, sighing dramatically. "I gotta leave for now, but I'll definitely come back to visit, okay? You're strong, you're a beast—literally—and I gotta respect that." He patted her head, a grin creeping up his face.
The rabbit girl's eyes sparkled with joy, and she let out a cute, almost melodic sound, a soft boop noise as if agreeing with him. Then, before he could react, she nuzzled her nose against his, her soft fur brushing against his skin. He blinked in surprise, then chuckled, "Alright, I see how it is... you really are a wild one, huh?"
Tsuki, perched nervously on a nearby branch, let out a soft whine—clearly relieved that the intense, emotionally traumatic events of the past night were finally coming to a close. He didn't even have the strength to bark anymore.
The rabbit girl, in a flash of smooth agility, scooped both the MC and Tsuki up in a swift motion, effortlessly carrying them as she jumped from branch to branch. The MC, who was far too tired to resist, could only look up at the back of the rabbit as she carried him like it was nothing.
"Guess I'll be riding in style today," he muttered, still barely holding himself together.
She reached the exit of the forest, where the trees thinned and the sunlight was brighter, and slowly lowered the MC and Tsuki to the ground. She gently booped his nose again, giving him a soft, affectionate nudge as if to say, Goodbye for now.
The MC grinned and rubbed his sore muscles. "Thanks for the ride, I guess. I'll definitely be back soon. Maybe next time, we'll... spar with a bit more of a break in between?" He winked playfully.
The rabbit girl gave him one last cute, silent look before she turned and hopped back into the deeper forest, vanishing into the dense foliage, her fluffy tail swishing behind her.
Tsuki, still on the ground, watched her go, and then slowly turned to look at the MC, his eyes wide with silent horror, still processing the mental images of last night. The MC patted Tsuki on the head, shaking his head with a grin. "Don't worry, buddy. It's just part of the adventure."
With that, the duo began walking back down the path, the MC still sore but satisfied. "Well, that was certainly something. I'm never forgetting this... but yeah, I'm definitely gonna need a long nap when we're done with all this."
And as they continued down the forest trail, the MC's thoughts lingered on the rabbit girl's strength, her unexpected softness, and her sweet goodbye.
He was definitely coming back.