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Part V
Day six. Sly got up early, slipped into the Garden, and pondered what
he now knew. Foolishly, Winifred had given Mori credit for the secret weapon.
It was time to go to the source and see what he could find out. Mori was
on her hillock again, with some of the others. He got as close as he safely
could and listened in.
Mori sat about halfway down from the top, with three or four other
bunnies nearby. Once again, she kept her lovely legs folded daintily in front
of her. At the foot of the hill stood the redhead, Mandy. Mandy was clearly
upset.
"It's a crisis, Mori; we've got to do something! Have you seen
the fallow field?"
"Of course I have."
"Well . . . ?" Here Mandy's voice rose about an octave.
"I love Popkin as much as anybody, you know that. But you also
know that something like this was bound to happen . . . ."
"No!" cried Mandy and stamped her pretty foot. "No,
no, no!"
"Now hush up for a minute and listen!" And Mori's stern
tone was enough, for a while, to silence the other girl. "We knew the
nice old lady wasn't going to live forever. We knew what her son was like.
We absolutely knew that when he took over, he'd send hunters after us. And
he did. The first ones sucked big-time, so (surprise, surprise) he sent a
better one. And in five days he's had a little bit of success . . . ."
"A little bit? A little bit?"
"Shut up! I never told any of you that the herb gave perfect protection.
Now I've questioned the witnesses. Two of them say they saw Popkin trip just
before . . . just before it happened. Tomiko and Coffee were rutting out in
the open again, the day after we warned them not to. And that idiot Winifred
went into the fallow field after we told her not
to. This hunter has had some very lucky breaks. We need to sit tight, and sooner
or later McGillicuddy will send him on his way, just like the others."
"Or maybe he won't!" said Mandy. "This one actually
. . . gets results. Popkin was one of the fastest of us--almost as fast as
you."
"That's because Popkin took the herb almost every day. We've
been over this. You'd all be as fast as me if you just gritted your teeth
and ate it every single morning . . . ."
"But it's . . . awful tasting!"
"Mandy, level with me. How often do you eat it?"
"Oh, uh, once a month . . . or so."
"I think I understand now. You're a little fool. You don't take
the necessary steps to protect yourself, and now you want to bother me as
if I have some special obligation here. I've said it before: the effect of
the herb is cumulative. If you start swallowing it daily--this very instant--in
a month or so, you may be up to speed. It's that simple.
"But I may not have a month, Mori! You've got to do something!"
"What do you think I can do?"
"You're smart, Mori. You found the herb. Give me another kind,
something that'll work faster."
"I haven't been able to discover another kind. Believe me, I've
looked."
"Oh, please, Mori, give me something. I don't want to be caught!
I don't want to be caught!"
"You could leave the Garden for a while . . . until the fox-man
is sent packing."
"L-leave? With all this wonderful food? And the herb--have you
seen it growing anywhere else? I'd be a big fat sitting duck for some other
hunter."
"Then stay, and be especially careful, and get yourself back
up to snuff as quickly as you can. Those are your options."
"You've got to know something more! You've got to!"
"Well I don't! Now go away before I . . . ."
"You've got to, you bitch! You've got to . . . ."
"That's it!" Mori nodded to the girls beside her. Two stood
up and made their way down to Mandy, who began to tremble.
"No, please don't, Mori! I'm sorry. I won't call you names again.
I won't!"
"Just . . . stand . . . still," said Mori, and her voice
was as cold as iron in mid-winter.
The two girls seized Mandy by her arms. Mori descended the hillock
then and re-seated herself. The girls forced Mandy to lie, face down, over
Mori's knees. Next, putting plenty of force behind it, Mori brought her right
hand down on Mandy's plushy bottom. Smack! Mandy wailed, as if she'd been
caught in one of Sly's traps. Smack! Smack! Smack! More wailing from the
luckless bunny.
Mori gave twenty-five hard blows to Mandy's fundament before the lesson
was over. Then she got up. She and the others left Mandy there, weeping profusely
and trying to rub the sting out of her reddened posterior. It was then that
Sly chose to attack.
Mandy sensed him coming, of course, and away she ran. But it was true:
she wasn't as fast as Popkin or Mori. She darted frantically up one row of
crops and down another, but he stayed right behind her, just a foot or so
from her madly twitching tail.
Panicked as she was, she didn't pay attention to where she was running.
She dashed into a passageway between some maintenance buildings--and almost
ran into a wall at the far end. Sly cornered her there.
Instead of performing the jumping trick that one of her friends had
used a few days before, Mandy just shrank against the wall. Her eyes were
red and tear-filled; her body trembled--especially her ample breasts. As
Sly approached, she tried to run past him on his right. He seized her then
and pushed her onto her tummy. Then he bit down hard on her already injured
bottom. She shrieked and twisted onto her back. This was exactly what the
fox-man wanted. His jaws closed on her cunt. Mandy shrieked again and got
all kicky for a while. Then she was still.
So it was back to the fallow field. Sly laid his latest acquisition
beside the others, fastened her with faybind, and waited for her to come
to.
When she did, he almost regretted it. "Oh God, oh God," she
cried, "I'm caught! I'm caught! Oh, my bottom hurts! My pussy hurts!
Oh God, oh God God God! Oh, I don't want to be caught! I don't, I don't!
I'm so afraid! It hurts! It hurts! Oh Lord, it h-"
He stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth and said: "Just answer
my questions, okay?"
"Mmmph" she replied.
"That's better. Cooperate, and I'll take the hanky out."
"Mmmph, mmmph."
"Excellent." He pulled out the handkerchief. "I'll
get right to the point. I want to know what the herb is that makes you and
the others run so fast."
"C-can't tell you," Mandy said.
"Why not?"
"Be-because . . . why should I help you?"
"Well . . . I saw that Mori wasn't very nice to you today."
"No." A little sniffle escaped her as she said this.
"What do you think Mori's doing right now?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"Well, do you think she's lying with her toes up in some hunter's
trophy line?"
"N-no."
"Do you think she's going to come help you now?"
"No. She forbade us all . . . to come to the f-fallow field.
She's not going to help me!" Mandy was crying loudly now.
"She didn't help you before, did she?"
"No. No! No help; none at all!" And she cried even harder.
Sly stroked her forehead. "Will any of the others help you, you
think?"
"No. They n-never did . . . and they won't now!"
"So what do you owe them?"
"Owe them?" ( Good Lord, thought
Sly. Could the girl really be this thick?)
"Should they be laughing, and dancing, and frolicking, and fucking
. . . when you can't?"
"Oh, why wouldn't she help me?!" Mandy wailed. "Why,
why, why?!!! No, they shouldn't be having fun if I can't! They shouldn't,
they shouldn't, they shouldn't!"
"Then you'll tell me about the herb?"
"I'll . . . I . . . . I'm sorry, b-but it still doesn't seem
right."
The fox-man sighed, and then he had an idea. He didn't like giving
up this pretty prize, and he'd never had to do anything like this before;
but sometimes a sacrifice wins the game. "How about this?" he said. "Tell
me about the herb . . . and I'll let you go."
"Y-you'll what?"
"I'll let you go."
"How do I know this isn't a trick?"
"I'll swear any oath you like. Of course it'll all have to check
out, and I'll have to catch Mori. No deal if I can't catch her."
Mandy considered for a moment and said: "O-okay. Swear by Leporina,
the Goddess of Bunnies! She'll blast you if you go back on your word."
"I'm sure she will," said Sly. And so he swore: "By
the Goddess Leporina: I, Sly Foxx, swear I will release Mandy the beautiful
bunny girl, if she'll tell me what I want to know, and if I can catch the
even more beautiful bunny girl Mori."
"Hmmph!" said Mandy.
"Satisfied?"
"Yes, I . . . I guess I am. The herb is faywort. It grows on
the hills around the Garden, it's a big, black fuzzy thing, and it is soooo
nasty . . . it's almost impossible to choke it down."
"I've seen it!" said Sly. "It's all over the hill where
I'm camped out."
"You'll have no trouble getting it then," said Mandy. And
then she smiled. It wasn't nice to see.
'Well," said Sly. "Until it all comes together, I need you
to stay put, so . . . ." And he gave her pussy a gentle nip.
"Ouch! Not again! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mandy fussed and
kicked for the better part of a minute, but at last she was out.
"I like you much better this way," said Sly. Then he set out for the hill.
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