Double the Fun with Twin Bunnies

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Celeste was not a young woman who could have been said to be all that innocent, even as she arrived at her eighteenth birthday with a smile on her face, cheekbones defined but with a delicate note to them at the same time. The only daughter of a noble family, women of their status in the world were still most over expected to wear their hair long, though her blonde hair was shortened and her style of dress simple due to her work in magecraft. It did not do to have one's hair floating all over the place for such a thing, needing it shorter, out of the way in some manner.

Her birthday was a quiet celebration, as she was not quite the sort to want a huge get-together, especially considering that there were tensions in the kingdom, with the trade of magically crafted goods too. Celeste would be important to that, one day, but she was still learning and studying, her parents making tracks to negotiate yet another trade deal that would benefit them, though the manor was, of course, left in good hands with her and the twins.

The twins... They were an interesting pair of bunnies, taller than Celeste by half a head, roughly, and exuberant, to say the very least of them. She'd known them for years and warmed to them over time, though she still could not handle the anthro bunnies with the swiftness and decisiveness of her parents. They were servants and workers of the family, but their relationship had grown so much closer than that over time, the twins skilled magecrafters, though that was merely one thing that helped fund their delight and liking for entertainment.

There was nothing discreet about a rabbit's entertainment, the two bunnies more open about their sexuality than anyone could have expected, though it was kept, to be fair, within suitable constraints while Celeste was underage. Yet the young woman had seen more and more bare fur since her eighteenth birthday, what had been normal and natural before rising into a seductive look, a touch here and there, the twins giggling and sharing whispers behind Celeste's back that she could not help but think that she was supposed to overhear.

She rubbed her forearm nervously, pausing in the foyer, breath catching in her throat. Her work was done for the day, her learning, but that was not what was on her mind as the image of Luna, the twin with glorious white fur, floated into her mind. She'd looked so teasing at breakfast, her attire barely covering her breasts -- Celeste had not been bold enough to look under the table -- but the intricately curved metalwork that served as her brassiere was intriguing to look at too. As much as Celeste had tried to profess, blushing the whole time, that she was only looking at the magecraft in it, Luna had giggled and shaken her breasts at her, seductive and forward.

"Oh, honey, you can look all you like! There's nothing that's ever going to stop you here!"

Oh, how things had changed, her twin sister sitting beside her, though she was equally well-endowed when it came to her chest, a dress cut so low over the orbs of her breasts that it was a wonder that they didn't pop out. There was a sliver of nipple showing there, tantalising at more, though Celeste's hard only pounded even more fervently when the bunny stood up, the dress showing that it was all front and back...and nothing else, exposing flashes of what lay higher up.

Her eyes were apt to wander, though Celeste had tried with all her might to look down at her breakfast, though she could not even remember what she'd had. It was wrong but it was right, heat creeping shyly down her neck, breath pulling at her lungs while the twins discussed their latest aerial show. It would have elements of magic wound through, but never had Celeste been privy to the inner workings of their highly sexualised shows -- all for good reason. Some, more appropriate shows, had been widely viewed and performed, but the inherent, crackling undercurrent of raw sexuality and lust underneath the surface still could not have been entirely hidden, enticing their audience even more.

But it was something more again that had her anxious, wondering, wanting to know just what it was that the twins had in store for her, as they had promised something special. It had to be something involving magecraft, that much Celeste was sure of, yet the promise of something for her birthday, a week after nonetheless, had her skin itching, tugging at her dress, simply unable to get comfortable. It didn't help that she had planned to say something special to them too, the bunnies that she had grown up with for a big chunk of her life, though such feelings had blossomed and bloomed over time.

The young woman swallowed hard, tucking a bit of blonde hair back behind her ear, though it was well-conditioned, silken smooth, and slipped back out immediately again. It would not get in the way, per se, but proved to be an annoying tickle, brushing her cheek.

Celeste checked the time, taking a deep breath. The hour had worn on without her realising and she took each grand step up the large staircase with a fluttering pulse to her heartbeat, hand pressed between her breasts.

To be so close to the twins and never quite able to summon the courage... Oh, but how she'd wanted to. It was now or never, everything hanging on a tenterhook, braced for change, for something more, but only the action itself would tell whether it was for the better or worse.

She had to try.

"Celeste!"

Luna hopped up to her, breasts bouncing, though it had to have been some king of magecrafted cloth that stopped her breasts from spilling out of dress. Her hair had been done up, flowing sensually, gleaming as if it had been oiled, the same lustrous shade of white as her fur, one seeming to flow seamlessly into the other. She grasped Celeste gently but firmly by the wrist, everything about her deliberate, a smirk pulling at her lips as she fluttered her eyelashes back at the young woman.

"Oh, we've been waiting for you... It's time for your private show!"

Celeste's heart leapt, pounding in her throat.

"My, uh, show?"

"Just for you, darling, always for you. It's high time you got to see the two of us at our finest!"

And so, she would as she was drawn into the bedroom, where half of it had been converted into what appeared to be a practice stage. It was set up with aerial hoops, but otherwise mostly left bare, Celeste drawing in a breath between damp lips, imagining already just how the bunnies would look, leaping, dancing, flying through the air, the lust of magecraft wound around them.

Luna plopped her down in a chair with a squeak, though a wink and a nuzzle to Celeste's cheek put them in even closer proximity, Luna's breasts not just brushing her shoulder and back but squashing lightly into her. The bunny giggled, Celeste drawing a breath, the faint aroma of roses flooding her senses, a scent that was crafted, of course, by the bunny and always to be associated with her.

"You're going to love this, darling," she whispered, her cottontail twitching back and forth as if she was hardly in control of herself -- though she always was. "We've been wanting to perform for you for so long!"

Celeste would have said something, but it was hard to think as she watched the rabbit walk away, her dress sliding off to reveal her leotard underneath, a deep sapphire blue that was edged with magecrafted gems. They sparkled with a magical glow and would never fade -- not with the skill of the bunnies behind them, for they were surely the designers of such a garment. Every fibre of her being ached and yearned to launch herself at the bunnies right there and then, the fire inside her that had been restrained flaring, leaping and dancing, wanting to pounce, to feed sweet kindling to it to see the smoke curl forth.

It had come time, yet she still trembled in place, trying to smile politely as Eclipse with her dark fur and lightly curled, bouncing hair joined Luna on the stage. The lights dimmed, highlighting the dark-furred bunny's rich, deep purple leotard, leaving nothing to the imagination, for their breasts were only contained -- not hidden. The edge of their nipples easily showed through such tight fabric and Celeste swallowed hard, trying not to appear as if her heart was pounding as hard and as violently as it was.

Maybe...they were just trying to be nice to her, to give her a birthday present too. Or maybe there was something more there, everything coming together perfectly at exactly the moment that it was all meant to. But all she could do was sit there and watch the show, the spotlights coming on, the rest of the bedroom cast into darkness behind Celeste, the manor empty and quiet bar the kitchen servants, the groundsmen.

No one else was there, not up with them. And no one would disturb a show of the twins if they ever wanted to see one for themselves ever again.

They started slow, music playing, weaving around them, burbling from classical into some blend of pop and vibrant techno, twisting into dubstep. Their bodies moved and gyrated, though their feats of body and magecraft lifted them higher than ever before, spinning through the air, pirouetting, ears slicking back very perking up again in the next snap of the beat, following the tone of the music wherever it led them.

They were beautiful, glorious, yet Celeste could not help but hungrily follow them with her eyes as the lust within her grew. Their curves were alluring and more put on show than they ever had been before, their wide hips and cottontails perking up, twisting and turning, curling through the aerial hoops as if they were nothing at all. They knew how to arch and turn every last bit of their bodies for the ultimate delight, all in the best of ways, so much so that Celeste could not help but marvel at their skill, getting into it.

"Oh -- bravo!"

The twins leapt in turn from either side of the stage, flipping, ducking, weaving, twisting in and out of each other as if their bodies were of the air itself, slipping against one another, bodies one. The skimpy leotards did not help the sensuality of it as the music dropped to a low, pulsing beat, something that, only later, would Celeste begin to associate with the driving pulse of sexuality and lust, something that she was only just coming to understand -- and, even then, only the bare outreaches of it.

In time, yes. But all she had to do was to watch as the bunnies danced before her, settling from their aerobics and gymnastics, ears twitching to the beat of the music, hips working, gyrating.

It was softer, more seductive, the lights low as Eclipse danced before her, first, half in Celeste's lap as she almost allowed their breasts to touch -- but not quite, not yet. Little did Celeste know that the bunnies had deduced that there was something of a crush in their friend for them, the noble too restrained to come out with it herself. Yet how could they too have known that Celeste actually planned to confess to them after the show?

Celeste blushed, trying to turn away, though they slipped in too close to her, on either side, their touches brushing, stroking her bare arms, bringing a rise of goose bumps there, tickling and teasing. Her arousal leapt up, though, of course, that was what the twins had intended, too good at what they did for such things to mean anything else, in and out of the light, spotlights catching only highlights of them, the swing of Luna's cottontail practically bobbing up into Celeste's face.

"What do you like, Celeste?"

Luna danced before, brushing against her shoulder, the tease of her nipple grazing Celeste through the leotard before she turned away, tempting, drawing that need to the forefront of the woman's mind. Swallowing, Celeste tried to shake her head, strove to clear it, to do anything that would make the moment a little easier, blood roaring, passion flaring through as she nipped at her lower lip.

"I... Uh..."

"Both of us, Celeste, don't forget about me."

Eclipse nuzzled in, dropping a kiss on Celeste's cheek that, to be entirely fair, was far from chaste when it came with the most seductive of moans behind it.

"What do you like about my body, Celeste?"

The woman stiffened, eyes wide, though the bunnies simply sparkled.

"Yes... Tell us."

"We want to know."

"You've been watching us, Celeste."

"And we've been watching you."

Yet the waiting had made it so much sweeter, sexual tension crackling between them, her eyes flicking from breasts to buttocks, the swing of hips, the rise of a sexy little cottontail. She could barely breathe, trapped in her seat, the only one set before the stage, but the twins, one on either side, pressing in close, their breasts squeezing around her, Luna's leg slung over her thighs as if she was actually going to sit in her lap. Yet the moment was there to tempt her, to show her what things could be -- if that was what Celeste wanted, of course?

It was her choice, ultimately, but there was still very much only one answer that she could give them as she drew in a breath, her chest shuddering, rising, someone brushing her breast with a hand, teasing down. Her body balanced on a knife-edge, though the drop from the falls was a plunge that Celeste longed to take, leaping well and truly out into the unknown with the passion of one that knew she would land safely, caught among friends. The twins were there, supporting her, Celeste's lips opening and closing as she fought to push out the words that she had longed to say.

"I... I..."

"Tell me, Celeste," Eclipse giggled, almost there, turning Celeste to face them, her lips a fraction away, so close that Celeste could feel her breath on them, the warmth and sweetness of it. "Tell us what you want and we'll do everything in the world to give it to you."

Celeste could hold back no more, moaning, kissing Eclipse deeply, though Luna held her hands down, Celeste raw and ragged, lustful aggression coursing through. It was just as well that Luna held her fast, the larger, stronger bunny letting her kiss her sister deeply, tongues twisting and tangling together. It may not have been Celeste's first kiss, but it was most certainly the first kiss that meant something -- even more so as the music in the background rose to a throbbing crescendo, all perfectly timed as always.

She pulled back from the kiss, dragging in needy breath after breath, breasts shuddering with it, eyes intent with blazing need.

"You, I want you, both of you!"

That was all the twins needed to know as they drew her upright, leading the way, precise and in control, the elegant dancers that they were. Some could have said that they were too perfect, too refined, but that was just one of the things that Celeste adored about them, what made her heart pound for them. There was a careful deliberateness in their kisses, Eclipse lipping and nibbling seductively at her neck while Luna made out with her, showing her how to kiss deeply, tongues pushing up together as Celeste finally got to see the bunnies as she had always imagined they would be.

And they were better than that, their sexuality roaring to the surface, every little thing that had been tapered down and simmered to a seductive undercurrent before proud and first and foremost, out there in the open. The shake of their hips drew her in as she kissed them, one after the other, heart rising, a grin on her lips, though her inexperience led her more to clumsy forwardness, wanting to do more, to experience more, not having done anything other than kissing before. Which made sense, considering how much of her life she had spent in the manor, engrossed in her studies, fascinated by magecraft, delving deeper and deeper into the untold mysteries of the world.

Her hands slid down their sides, feeling their hips, the shape of them, what had had such a concrete presence in her mind despite never being quite that physically close to them before. Every barrier that had been present crumbled as they surrounded her with their bodies, one bunny on either side, humping, rubbing up against her, every movement of their bodies slow and sensual, bringing the pace down even as Celeste sped up.

Their buttocks... Oh, it was lewd to squeeze, but she had to, caught up in a sexual fervour that she had not even known that she was capable of, groping, teasing as much as they teased her, Luna arching into her touch.

"Naughty, Celeste," she whispered, eyes alight with lust. "You want this as much as we do..."

And, so, she did, so very much, running her hands up Eclipse's body, the leotard getting in the way, wishing it wasn't there as she squeezed the black bunny's breasts. They were so large, so much more than a mere handful, nipples protruding, begging even more attention than they were already being given.

Out loud, Celeste could not help but moan.

Oh, how she wanted them, needed them, her mouth dry, lips parted, unable to stop herself. She could hardly tell what had gotten into her at the crux of it all, yet maybe she had simply repressed her need for them for so long that it simply had had to come to the surface sooner or later. She moaned loudly, openly, hands roaming, though she was rougher than they were, something untamed about her. Celeste, after all, had not practised and enjoyed her sexuality for many years, the older twins pressing in, eyes dancing, their breasts warm against her, allowing her hands to even dip into their leotards, adoring the smooth rise of their breasts with her fingertips.

"You're so..."

She couldn't get the words out, breath too ragged in her throat, head spinning, adrenaline pumping. She had to have them, had to be near, groping, teasing, though their lusciously calculated petting had more than the normal effect on her too, her body arching into their touch as if drawn there by a puppeteer's string.

The leotards did not linger, the twins taking that moment to strip properly for her, showing their intentions quite clearly. If there had been any doubt as to what they wanted, it rang through clearly as they shimmied their leotards down, revealing their breasts, the swell of them bobbing with the music, the sways of their bodies.

Celeste groaned, fingers brushing nipples, the twins in close, gyrating, shifting, sensually showing her all that they could give her.

"Relax..."

She did, in a way, yet her raw need remained as they stripped down more and more, sliding them off completely, revealing their pert little bunny tails, cottontails, and the thickness of their strong, muscular thighs, layered with just the right amount of fat. They were gorgeous, beautiful in a way that she did not believe she could ever be, though Celeste just as much doubted that she'd be able to shimmy out of them with such grace, if she had been the one stripping and not them.

Nude from ear-tips to toes, the bunnies knew just how to tease her, to please her, her hands wavering as they stroked her breasts through her dress, whispering to her that it was okay, that she didn't have to hold back anymore, that it was all okay to let go, always to let go. Her nipples rose to soft attention even through the fabric of her dress, Celeste left wishing that she had worn something a little more daring than her usual fare, though it was what worked best for her line of work and study, to be fair. Though that did not bring pause to anything as a paw slipped between her thighs, rubbing her sex through her underwear, the magic-infused cloth comfortable but nowhere near enough to soften that sharp flare of sensation as her lips parted in a feral cry.