"Thanks for the ride, Jack."

The rabbit waved in acknowledgement from behind the wheel of his truck before pulling off down the street. James shouldered his backpack and made for the door of his home. The family had moved in a few years prior, after the apartment they had been in got too cramped for the growing kits.

James keyed his way in, locking the door behind him as he wearily set down his bag. Basketball practice had run late, and he was eager to start his evening chess match against his father. Peeking into the study, he saw no sign of his soon-to-be opponent. There was the bookshelf across one wall, the small coffee table with the chessboard in its usual place, and the two empty wooden chairs. The room didn't see much use outside of the fetching or return of a novel, and the two foxes' nightly chess game. James pulled back from the entryway and began his search through the rest of the ground floor. The living room was empty as well. Heading into the kitchen, he absentmindedly poured himself a cup of water. Turning to wander back towards the front of the house, he stopped, noticing the note on the counter:

"Your father and I are going out tonight, here's money for a pizza. James, you're in charge. Love, Mom."

He slowly set the glass in his hand onto the counter, the ramifications of his situation sinking in. He looked around the kitchen, shuffled to the archway that led to the dining room, made to peer around the corner—

Soft footfalls in the adjacent room caught his attention. He swiftly backed out of the kitchen. As soon as he was out of the kitchen he turned and bolted for the stairway, catching the railing with both hands to spin himself up and around onto it. He took the stairs two at a time, coming to a sudden halt at the top. He faced the landing, with a hallway extending to his left and right. Down the right hall, he could see the open door to his room…but there was also movement from the adjacent doorway, a paw reaching out and grasping the doorframe. James spun around and sprinted to his left, towards the open door at the end of the hall. Rushing inside the bathroom, he slammed and locked the door behind him. Someone began jiggling the handle seconds later. A simple lock like the one holding his pursuer at bay could be opened with a coin, and wouldn't buy him much time; James had to come up with something, immediately. He glanced around, knowing he wouldn't be able to hide in here, not for long...he looked to the window.

He wasn't supposed to do this, but he had no other choice. James popped open the bathroom window, and scrambled out onto the sloped roof, closing the window behind him. Up and over the roof he went, towards the back of the house. For a moment, he looked over the small backyard and the road at the towering buildings of central Zootopia. His family's house was in a small neighborhood nestled into the edge of one of Savannah Central's few parks; that they had a yard at all was a wonder. He caught sight a Carrot-Pop billboard, and had to stuff down embarrassing memories of what a crush he had on the singers when he was younger. James shook himself from his reverie. He broke from his admiration of the city; it was time to get back inside. He dropped down onto the balcony outside his parent's room, thankful he still had his keys on him.

Taking in the room quickly to make sure he was alone, he made his way to the door, making an effort to keep his claws from clicking on the hardwood. James felt a twinge of guilt at sneaking into his parent's room without permission, but, upon consideration of his current situation, decided he was facing an emergency and forgave himself. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, and he was (hopefully) about to leave. He cracked open the door, and surveyed the hall. The bathroom door to his right was already open, and he could see movement inside. He took a chance and made a mad dash for his room, reaching the door just as he heard footfalls pounding up the stairs.

James had an extra line of defense that he hoped would buy him some time. His mother had been opposed to the door bolt when he'd installed it, but relented when he insisted that it would serve a purpose in the event of a home invasion. When your mom is a cop, her sense of paternal protection is amplified by the knowledge of all the bad things that can happen in this world, even more so if she has seen some of them first hand. And so the lock was allowed. He bolted it shut.

Hurrying to the opposite wall, he pulled his emergency backpack out from under his desk and rummaging through it. He was a scout, and a scout is always prepared. All he had to do was get the rope, repel out his window, book it to Jack's house and—

There was a soft "thud" behind him. James froze, knowing all too well the sound of his door bolt sliding open. There must have been one waiting in his room, ready to let the others in if he tried to take refuge here. It was too late for him. He'd made a mistake, and was about to pay for it.

He didn't struggle against the two bunnies pinning his arms above his head. His sisters were always overly affectionate, though in recent years their antics had been ramping up to uncomfortably intimate levels. He was used to them, to be sure, but that didn't mean he enjoyed being their plaything.

Victoria straddled his chest, supporting herself with an arm on either side of his head.

"Big brother, were you thinking of leaving us all alone?" she asked, all too sweetly, as she cocked her head to the side questioningly. "Mommy and Daddy left you in charge, what would happen to us poor girls if you were to abandon us?"

Rosie and Lucy giggled at their sister's teasing. Isabelle, always so shy, just smiled.

"Look, whatever you've got planned I don't re-hey, HEY, wh—" James yelped, interrupted by a soft metallic whirr, a click, and a sudden tightness on his wrists. He looked up to see…fuzzy pink cuffs? They'd cuffed him to the headboard. "Where did you get these?!"

"Hush now, brother dearest." Victoria dropped to her elbows and leaned forward, bringing her mouth to his ear. "Mom and Dad are into some kinky shit, I'm sure they won't mind if we borrow a toy or two."

James hated the way her breath in his ear aroused him; they were always playing these kinds of games with him, and it was really starting to-

She took the tip of his ear in her mouth and nibbled, gently. James gasped at the unexpected sensation, his breath momentarily catching in his throat as a tingle slid down the side of his head and neck, a nervous pleasure tickling his spine. This was new. This wasn't just teasing anymore, his sister was actually…seducing him? She released his ear, and he was able to gain control of himself once again. He opened his mouth to protest, only to meet Victoria's lips on his own. His other sisters gasped softly, out of satisfaction rather than surprise. James froze as he felt his sister press herself against him, mind racing. James tried to tell himself this was wrong, that he shouldn't just lie there compliantly…and that he most certainly shouldn't be kissing her back. The warmth of her tongue on his, her legs squeezing his chest, those hands playing at his fur…after a few brief seconds that felt like minutes, James regained control and freed himself from his sister's bewitchment, struggling against his bindings. The other girls pressed closer around the edge of the bed, paws reaching in to grasp and massage their brother's chest and arms. Victoria broke away, smiling as she sat up and inhaled, deeply, releasing the breath in a blissful sigh.

"You girls have to try this" she announced dreamily, looking around to her sisters, who giggled again. Victoria planted a hand on her struggling brother's chest, halting his movements; he stared up at her, the apprehension in his eyes mixed with a hint of dampened lust. He made to protest, but she placed a finger firmly over his snout as she leaned down once more to bring her nose to his. She huffed, regaining her assertive composure.

"Hush." She repeated. "You've been a naughty fox."