Reba-Rabbit

I'm just here to play around ;3

  • She/Her

NSFW (18+ only) /40yo/An exceptionally busty little rust haired rabbit who winds up being smeared on the highway every once in a while. You can call me Reba or Roadkill, whichever you prefer <3


lorenziniforce
@lorenziniforce

Your heart is pounding, with excitement and a tinge of trepidation.

Your beloved takes off her leather jacket, facing away from you. You see the scars on her strong, muscled arms. Scars earned in hunting, in combat.

One last time, she asks you. "You sure you wanna go through with this, honey? There's no turning back. Once you're Awake, you're Awake for good."


You take a deep breath, gripping your fingers against the bed. "Yes. I'm sure."

She makes a small nod. Then, she Changes.

It's always amazing, watching her Change. Watching the fur grow across her skin, and her face contort into a canine muzzle. Her hands grow to claws, and a large, fluffy tail unfolds from just above her jeans. She turns around, showing those striking eyes you know so well. One of her big, triangular ears flick.

She draws close, places a claw against your chin. Physical contact, like she said. She stares right into your eyes. Her gaze is serious, determined. She's about to do something sacred, precious.

Her words are layered with power, entrancing, thick and syrupy. Though the exact phrasing does not need to be precise, they are words with a long history nonetheless. Words with power, no matter their language. Her gaze pierces into you, deeper than ever before. And she speaks... both to you, and to a part of you that has never been spoken to before.

"I see you, sleeper. Curled, slumbering. At the heart of this being, my beloved. You are the essence, the core, the true nature, of who I most value in life. And though I shall love her even should you slumber forever - she asks me to wake you nonetheless. For it is her wish, to live her life like I do. Awake, for all the joy and all the pain it may bring."

You fall deeper and deeper into those eyes. And then, she presses her claw ever so slightly firmer into your chin... until she draws, with the tiniest of pricks, the most miniscule drop of blood.

You feel a warmth spreading through you, radiating from that tiny clawprick. It is comforting, so immensely comforting.

"Awaken, heart of my beloved. Awaken, truth. Show to the world her beauty, unconcealed. Let her discover what she truly is."

"Awaken, Beast Within. Be Awake, and be Free."

The warmth spreads. And those words... they echo inside you. They resonate with something within your psyche. Something that you've only ever felt on the quietest of half asleep nights.

She steps back a few steps, takes a deep breath.

And you feel... alive. Free.

The world seems to brighten, sharpen. You can smell your perfume in it's bottle on the other side of the room. You can hear cars drive across not just the street outside, but track the gentle noise of rubber on wet pavement on the next street, a block further past that.

You feel an immense relief. A feeling like you've found something you had thought lost forever. And then you feel it start. Your first ever Change.

You shut your eyes closed. She said it would be overwhelming, maybe even painful, the first time. There's so many sensations, so much happening at once, that you can't even track them all. But you do feel your spine elongating, your face twist. Your tongue runs across a long, sharp fang. You feel your ears pivot backwards, in a reflexive response to the aches of the thousand changes pouring over your body, like a waterfall of boiling water.

And then, it's over. The pain is gone. You take deep, slightly labored breaths, slumped onto the floor.

And then you feel the gentle touch of a paw upon your arm. You feel it press back something... something growing from the surface of your skin. Soft and fluffy. And yours. Your fur. Your fur.

You hear your beloved's voice again. Soft and gentle, like when she's reassuring you after a long, hard day. "Hey. You're OK. You're finally free, honey."

You open your eyes, and stare up at hers. The sight of your gaze brings a warm smile to her face. She's crying, a little. Tears of joy.

"You're beautiful. I should have expected the light of my life would be something so colorful."

She lifts you up off the floor gently, to a sitting position. As you sit, crosslegged and bleary eyed, you notice the presence swaying behind you, swishing across the wooden floor. It's a long tail. It feels nice. You swish it to one side, and with a little focus, swish it back to the other. And back again. Swish swish swish. Swish your tail.

That thought hits. Your tail. You have a tail. Holy shit.

You look at your hand, and see... a paw. With an opposable thumb, sure. But that's definitely a paw, complete with big soft pads, just like hers, but differently shaped. They're white on the underside, orange on top. And looking up your arm, you spy unmistakeable black stripes.

You gasp. Not with shock or with fear, but simply from being overwhelmed by realization. It's clear now, what you are. And seeing them, you're aware of the round shape to your ears, the big wet nose in the middle of your face.

You look at your paw again. You tense a muscle and -

shchk.

Claws. Sharp, curved, retractable claws. Claws to dig into prey. Claws to scratch against trees. Claws to rip throats with -

You take a sharp breath. That last thought. It should scare you that you thought it, but... it didn't. And confusingly enough, that leaves you with an odd, meta layer of trepidation. You guess this is what she meant when she said there was no turning back. You're a beast now, in body - and in mind. You take another, gentler breath. So be it. You made your choice, and now you must live free - for good and for ill.

Your beloved taps your shoulder, and you quickly retract your claws, looking up at her smiling snout. She hands you your hand mirror, dug out of your vanity.

You look into it and see sharp blue eyes with slitted pupils, amidst a face framed perfectly by your long hair. A large triangular nose, in the middle of a snout. Your snout. Round black ears pop out from the top of your head, pivoting this way and that.

You open your mouth, to get a better look at those teeth. They're huge, sharp. The sight of them - the sight of you is overwhelming, astonishing.

"H... holy shit." you mutter, shaking slightly. "I'm..."

Your girlfriend grabs you in a hug. "You're a tiger. A pretty one, too."

Your eyes tear up, and a smile spreads to the edges of your mouth. "You were right. I'm, I'm finally..."

You leap into her arms, jumping up from the floor with speed and strength that takes even a big strong werewolf like her off guard. You knock her off her paws, and into a tangle on the floor, of tails and snouts and tears of joy.

And that soft muttering rises to a yell of joy, and a roar from your heart.

"I'm finally free!"


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