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“Come on, you're rabbits, breed; it's what you do." The blonde man kicked a hay bale and the collection of morphs cringed. “It's been a month. You've got five females. I don't care if you do them all at once or one at a time. They should all be pregnant by now. What's the problem?"

The nervous white-furred male rabbit raised his hand timidly, “Well,… first,…"

“I don't care. I want to see you get started right now." He pointed angrily at a grey female, “Get to fucking!"

The old doe sighed resignedly and walked reluctantly to a makeshift bed of sheets on bales of hay. She lay back and spread her legs, then looked at the buck and waited.

“Do I need to show you what to do again?" The man unbuckled his belt and pulled it out quickly, then cracked it like a whip. “Or do you just need motivation?"

The small male rabbit jumped into place between the female's legs and started thrusting his hips.

“Don't just fake it. Get it in there." The man whipped his belt over the rabbit's head, snapping it against his ears.

The buck stifled a shriek as the other morphs hid their compassionate gasps. He bounced on his heels and silently begged his body to work on demand. When he got enough erect to push in, the old doe overreacted with a moan and continued as he began to hump her.

“That's more like it. Faster, harder." The cruel man whipped his belt to snap against the humping rabbit's rear.

The small buck yelped and stumbled, but quickened his pace as best as he could.

“Not very impressive. Finish up!"

The old doe moaned and rubbed the buck's hands encouragingly until he grunted and collapsed on top of her.

The man huffed and put his belt back on as he headed for the door. “Get him ready. I'll be back in a couple hours." He slammed and locked the door behind him.

The other morphs rushed up to check on the buck, but the old doe shushed them, “Let him rest."

“I'm fine," he struggled to catch his breath as he pushed himself up.

The grey doe sat up and slid back to give him room to sit on the end of the 'bed' and held him comfortingly.

“This might be some young man's fantasy, a harem of beautiful females, no offense, Cam, to make love to for the rest of my life. But here I am after a lifetime of serving a college professor, then sold to an idiot trying to get rich by breeding that doesn't even know that rabbit-based morphs can't breed with human-based morphs," he gestured to the old doe and a black-furred doe, “or a hare", he gestured and smiled at the brown-furred female, “a deer," he coughed and the cervine doe knelt in front of him, “or a castrated male."

The old grey doe rubbed his arms, “And I'm probably too old, anyway. Even though he tried with that lesson for you last week."

“I don't want to breed for him," the black doe scowled as her eyes welled.

“No bunny deserves this," Cam grumbled.

The old buck sighed and rubbed the deer's shoulder, “I'm just so tired and hungry; I don't know how much longer I can keep going like this."

“I saved some of mine," the deer hurried to a corner and came back with a bowl of some kibble, “You can have it."

“Thanks." He took the bowl and put a piece of the distasteful food in his mouth. “This isn't even proper nutrition."

“What are we going to do about it? We're locked in here, he barely takes care of us, but if we try to leave…" The hare threw her arms in the air and turned around to grunt in frustration, then wiped her face and turned back with her arms crossed.

“We'll do what we have to," Cam said sternly.

The grey doe sighed and pulled the old buck back against her, “Right now, you need to rest. I'm pretty sure he plans to watch you hump someone else when he gets back."

The deer rubbed his legs, “I'll do it. I'll be gentle."

Cam scoffed, “What good will that do? He's not going to let up until one of you is pregnant or we're all dead."

“It will take care of now. Now, everyone be quiet and let Arc rest." The old doe cradled the smaller buck's head and stroked his arm soothingly.

Cam sat in a corner while the others gathered around the bed to watch Arc sleep.

They were all awakened by a thud against the wall and the sound of the lock being opened. The door opened and a small figure stumbled in and fell in a heap on the floor.

“Hope you like 'em young. I got lucky today, so now you better get lucky. I got a line on another male, you're getting replaced soon. Now get busy before I sell you to a friend that'll carve you up for lunch." The man slammed and locked the door.

Cam stood up, “Eating morphs is illegal."

“No, selling the meat is illegal." Arc pushed himself up to sit on the bale and look at the newcomer. “Though I doubt any of his friends care about the FDA."

The deer slowly approached the new rabbit, “Are you okay?"

The black-furred rabbit looked up at her, then around the room at the others, sitting up and keeping curled up.

“Are you hurt?" Arc looked the scared rabbit over from where he was.

“H-he said I have to breed or he'll eat me, b-b-but I can't!" The balled black bunny began to bawl.

The deer hurried in to comfort the crying child. “Don't worry about that right now. What's your name?"

The sobs subsided to sniffles, “F-Farrah."

“Nice to meet you, Farrah. I'm Lawnie. He thought I was a rabbit. In the corner is Cameron. He thought he was female. Then there's Alcatraz, but call her Trazzy. She's a hare, which even I didn't know aren't compatible with rabbits. In black is Neeva, an actual rabbit morph and so is Rose. And finally, our stud here is Archimedes. He's a genius, but he's not compatible to breed with any of us, so he takes a lot of beatings for us."

“Lawnie, don't scare her." Arc sighed. “Where did you come from?"

“I… I'm not sure anymore." Farrah wiped her face.

Rose leaned forward, “What do you remember?"

Farrah took a breath, “I grew up with Missy, Melissa Carruth. We were sisters, except she was human and went to school and I'm not, so I cleaned. When she went to college, she… gave me to her little sister, Angie, but she didn't care about me, so I just cleaned. When she moved out, their little brother, Alex, thought I was his. He was bossy and mean and…" she got quiet, “he wanted me to sleep in his bed, but he did more than sleep, so I started hiding at night."

“Oh, you poor dear," Lawnie wrapped her arms around her, trying to be comforting.

“He still found me sometimes." Farrah curled tighter. “He went to a local college and stayed home until he finally moved out. The Carruths kept me for a couple of years, then decided they didn't need me and sold me." She took a shuddered breath, “I was bought by a company and kept in a room for two years, I think. Every couple weeks, they would bring in a male that looked like me but was big like you. None of them wanted to talk; they just held me down and…" she started to cry again, “over and over and over…"

Lawnie squeezed the small rabbit, “It's okay, sweetie, you're not there anymore."

“So, if my assumptions are correct," Arc posited, “you are over thirty years old."

“I… guess so." Farrah sniffled.

“Stand up for a moment and let me get a look at you." Arc gestured encouragingly.

Lawnie helped the rabbit get up and stood nearly twice as tall behind her.

Arc smiled, “Small stature, pronounced rabbit features, especially elongated feet and whiskers, inability to breed with the larger, human-based morphs; I suspect that you may be a rabbit-based morph, like me." He stood up and held out his arms to present himself, only a little taller than Farrah.

Farrah looked over the white rabbit in front of her, noticing his long feet and whiskers, “What do you mean?"

“Here comes the professor," Trazzy sat down with a smirk.

Rose shushed her.

Arc sat back down. “It has to do with the genetics of how morphs were made. A bunch of scientist groups were trying, but the first to succeed used the human genetic structure as the base. It turned out to be the easiest method to adapt to different animal species and is now the most common type of anthropomorphic. The second method starts with the animal structure and includes human traits. It is much more difficult to adapt because you are essentially starting over with each new species. This method gives much stronger animal traits, most noticeably size. These two reasons are why there is less variety of species from this method." He gestured to Lawnie, “A deer-based morph would likely be eight feet tall. This is why you will mostly find rodents, felines, canines, particularly the quadrupedal talking dogs, and rabbits like us." He paused to let all the new information sink in.

“You still haven't answered her question." Trazzy scoffed.

“Sure he did." Lawnie rubbed Farrah's shoulders.

The hare leaned against the wall, “Tell her about the breeding."

“First, I would like to mention the third method." Arc ignored Trazzy's eye-roll. “They are essentially designed from scratch. It is obviously the most difficult method, but it can produce some otherwise impossible combinations. One example is a cat morph with bird-like wings. Most morphs are mammals, though there have been some successes with giving human traits to non-mammalian species, they have all been infertile. On that note, the human-based morphs are the most compatible for breeding. If the original species can interbreed, like most canines, then their anthropomorphic counterparts likely can, as well. They are also about ninety percent compatible with humans, though that often lessens the animal traits in each successive generation and possibly cognition, as well. On the other hand, animal-based morphs are only compatible with about seventy-five percent of humans and only a slim chance with human-based morphs. There is even reduced compatibility within similar species of animal-based morphs due to variances in the methodology. Though, in defiance of that, there is a theory of a genetic quirk called a magic key that will blend even typically incompatible species, but there has never been any proof of it actually happening."

Cam grumbled, “And now you can tell her what all that has to do with her."

“In short,"

“Too late," Trazzy quipped.

Arc rolled his eyes, “Our current owner may have accidentally come across a pairing that can actually produce the offspring he had been hoping for."

Farrah stared at the white rabbit, “So you think you can get me pregnant?"

“In theory, yes." Arc nodded.

Cam chuckled, “Leave it to science to give you a definite maybe. In other words, you have to fuck him to find out."

Rose scowled, “What is your problem, Cam? This is a good thing."

He stepped out of his corner with a huff, “Good for them, maybe. He'll get the bunnies he wants to sell and maybe treat them a little better, maybe. He's getting another male rabbit to knock up Neeva and maybe you…"

“I DON'T. WANT. TO BREED. FOR HIM!" The tall black rabbit screamed, then sobbed.

“The rest of us that can't get pregnant, he's already thinking of recovering our costs by having us butchered!" Cam yelled back.

“Calm down." Rose got up from the 'bed' and hugged Neeva to comfort her. “We don't know what he will do."

“Sure we do." Trazzy stood up. “He told us: We breed or we die. We're pretty much dead already being locked up in here."

“Getting what he wants could change his mind," Rose stroked Neeva's neck. “Maybe we can convince him that we are all important."

“I doubt it. I'm surprised someone convinced him how to breathe."

Cam chuckled at Trazzy.

“I want to do it."

Everyone looked at Farrah and Lawnie knelt beside her.

“I want to save everyone." The small black rabbit looked at the deer holding her, “I'll do whatever I have to. I'll get pregnant and insist that he take better care of us."

“That would only work if he would listen to us." Cam went back to his corner.

Farrah stepped toward Arc, “I'll refuse to eat until he brings better food." She caressed the compatible male's chest. “If he only gives it to me, I'll give it to you until he brings enough for everyone." She pushed him back to lay on the covered bale. “Once I have something he wants, I'll do everything I can to make him listen and take care of all of us. So first, you and me need to make some bunnies."

Everyone stared in shock at the two rabbits on the bale until Rose broke the silence, “Where did that come from?"

Farrah looked up at the grey rabbit, “I saw something like it on a movie once and thought it would change the mood."

“Well, you certainly set a mood. Cam?" The old rabbit cleared her throat.

Cam looked down and quickly covered his crotch.

“You should use that mood while you've got it," Lawnie moved closer to the bale, “Do you need any help?"

Farrah looked down to find Arc's arousal, then took a strengthening breath and pushed it inside her.

The other morphs watched as the small rabbits moved in unison on the bale. Cam struggled with his unexpected reaction and finally groaned with an orgasmic feeling he thought was lost to him.

Arc sighed in pleasure as his own orgasm released into Farrah the seeds of their better life.

Rose stroked both of their ears as they lay on the bale and looked around the room at new expressions of hope.

The lock rattled and the door swung open, startling Farrah to jump away and hide behind the bale.

“Alright, you've had enough time to get used to each other." The man waved his fingers to make quotes in the air. “I'm not going to wait another month. Where's the new rabbit?"

Arc got up and helped Farrah stand up.

“Good, you're friendly. Now bend her over that bale and make some bunnies."

“Sir, they just…"

The man grabbed Rose's face and shoved her to the ground, “Shut up, you had your chance. No more food until I see you fuck this one." He grabbed Farrah's ears to pull her around the bale then shoved her face onto it. “Now!"

Nearly everyone tensed as they watched the abuse.

Arc walked around behind Farrah.

The man let go of her ears and stepped back, “Go on, let's see you give her your rabbit best."

Archimedes took a breath and focused on the memory of Farrah climbing over him to try to regain his arousal. He pushed in and began thrusting his hips against her, hoping he could satisfy the man with his performance.

“Faster, let's see those legs do some work."

Arc pushed himself harder. This wasn't the intimate moment he enjoyed just a moment ago. This was a race for his life as he remembered the sting of the man's belt.

Farrah whimpered as the rough assault reminded her of the larger rabbits.

Arc grunted as he strained to keep up his quick pace long enough to be believed.

After watching the man's sadistic sneer long enough, Neeva screamed as she jumped over the bale and shoved him into the wall. She tried to get the door open, but the man grabbed her small tail and flung her across the room into Cam.

Trazzy charged out of her corner with a warrior yell, but the man punched her nose, flipping her backwards and down onto Lawnie.

“Anybody else?" the man held his arms out and stomped the floor challengingly. “Didn't think so. You can forget about food now." He yanked the door open, keeping an eye on the room of violent throps.

“ARC!" Rose shrieked and lunged toward the white rabbit laying motionless on the floor.

The man shoved the grey rabbit out of the way and picked the white one up by his ears. He smacked the dangling rabbit's face, “Hey, wake up. Did you finish?" He held his hand over Arc's nose and mouth, “Fuck, he's dead." He lowered his arm, letting the body hit the floor as he glared at the others. “Don't worry, I should have another male in a couple of days, maybe tomorrow. You'll all be pregnant soon, no thanks to this trash." He dragged Arc's body out the door and slammed it behind him.

Rose let herself cry freely, sobbing into her hands. Cam held Neeva as she cried against him. Lawnie cried as she checked on Trazzy; her bloody nose was stopping as she woke up.

“That didn't work," the hare wiped blood from her nose with her fingers and looked at it, then noticed the crying morphs. “What happened?"

Neeva turned to scream, “I tried to get away, but I killed Arc and I'm still here!"

Cam tried to comfort the hysterical black rabbit, “You didn't kill Arc; you didn't even touch him when you jumped over Farrah."

“Arc's dead?" Trazzy looked around for the white rabbit. “Did I hurt him?"

“Nobody touched him," Cam reassured her.

“Arc gave his life to me and didn't save any for himself."

Everyone stared in silence at the small black rabbit sitting on the covered hay bale looking at her belly.

Farrah looked up with a smile, “Now we're safe."

Cam looked from the smiling black rabbit to the one crying in his arms and back, “You may be safe, but Arc's dead and who knows what his replacement is going to be like. We get a night or two, then we're all fucked!"

“Leave her alone, Cam." Rose wiped her face and got up, “She's in shock, like the rest of us."

“But…"

“No." The old doe pointed sternly at Cam, then sat down beside Farrah, “I'm happy for her. She has something to focus on and forget about being here. We all need that."

Neeva's eyes went wide and she looked at the rabbit she was clinging to, “Cam, I want you to do it to me."

He sighed and looked away, “I wish I could, but…"

“You can, just," she grabbed his face to make him look at her, “I need something to focus on."

“I'm sorry," he sighed.

“Just, just, just," she grabbed his arm and pulled him across the small room to her spot.

“Well, that would be a miracle, but I'll root for it," Trazzy patted Lawnie's leg, then got up to sit by Farrah. “It's going to be different around here without Arc, but he did leave a piece of himself behind. Not just in Farrah here, but the stories and science and everything else he wouldn't shut up about. That was probably his way of forgetting he was here and… I think it worked for me, too."

Rose smiled, “I didn't think you listened to him."

“Hard to miss anything in here," Trazzy smirked and looked over her shoulder as Cam and Neeva's grunts and moans grew louder.

“Well, I'm going to miss him," Lawnie crawled closer to sit in front of Farrah, “I know we weren't compatible, but I would have been proud to carry his children."

“I think we all would have," Rose sighed, “if our situation were different."

“Let's hope the next rabbit is half as decent as our Archimedes," Trazzy smiled.

“He can only hope to be half the rabbit Arc was." Lawnie smiled back.

“I think the best way to get the better half is for us to teach him everything Arc taught us." Rose looked back as the moans reached a climax and quieted. “In the mean time, let's get some rest and remember everything we can about our professor."

Lawnie hopped to her knees, “There's so much great about him, I don't know where to start."

Rose chuckled, “Sleep on it and we will share them in the morning."

Trazzy and Lawnie went back to their spots and Rose lay back on the 'bed' with Farrah curled against her. As she let herself drift to sleep, she thought about how they were probably in the worst situation anyone could be in, but that old white rabbit had made her feel richer than anyone.