Ok this is my first time doing smut so go easy on me I'm nervous as hell. For once I play England as this was a plot I've had for a while. Simply played France. You should know by now I love transformations, I think its my furry side, anyway be warned this is a furry/hybrid kink where Arthur is slightly ooc due to the spell cast on him giving him weird (and submissive) instincts. So the untold prologue is that Iggy pissed off Scotty who sent him to France like this as punishment.
It was late in the evening when the parcel arrived. "With love, from Scotia" totally not suspicious... Francis brought it inside and opened it up, only to see...
Arthur was unconscious stuffed in the box. The odd thing though was the fact that he had long floppy rabbit ears the same color of his hair.
Francis frowned down at him, more than a little confused. Thinking it was a joke of some kind, he tried to remove the ears. Arthur whined in his sleep when they where pulled on. He frowned and tugged harder.
"Ah!" That woke him up.
Francis jumped back in shock. "I thought they were fake!"
Arthur's face was scrunched in pain while he rubbed it. It took a minute to realize where he was. "What the bloody hell?!"
"I think I should be asking that! Why do you have rabbit ears?!"
He blinks and slowly reaches up. He panics when he feels them and tries to jump out of the box. He ends up falling over revealing a tail as well as a letter in the bottom of the box.
As exciting as the tail was, Francis was drawn to the letter. He picked it up and read it.
Arthur sat up groaning. He reached to rub his neck but felt something there.
He read it again, a smirk forming as he gave a perverse laugh.
Arthur pulls on the collar around his neck. It was green leather and had runes carved into it. No matter how he tried he couldn't get it off.
Francis had to try this. "Arthur! I want you to lay down for me."
The collar glowed as well as the Brit's eyes. He found himself doing so against his will.
"Now stand up!" Another glow and he obeyed. Arthur was getting very panicked now.
"Dance for me!" He started doing the Macarena. Arthur was on the verge of hyperventilating now.
Francis chuckled. "L'Ecosse, I owe you~ calm down, mon lapin!"
He couldn't even with the collar. He was trembling and his ears were pushed back.
"Hey," France sat him down gently, petting him like one would a real rabbit. "Shh..." The motion was more soothing than it should have been. The tremors eventually ceased and he just sat enjoying the touch.
"There, see. Nothing to worry about," Francis cooed.
Arthur snapped out of his trance and glares at him. "What the hell was that?!" he hissed.
"What was what?" Francis grinned.
"What did that letter say!?"
"Just that your brother found a way of making sure you behave yourself~"
Arthur growls and pulls at the collar again.
"Also, its charmed so only he can take it off." Arthur grips his ears in frustration.
"Stop that!" The collar glows and he lets go.
Francis sat and thought for a moment. "...how badly do you want that collar off?"
Arthur gives a 'what do you think?' Look.
"Tell me~" he kind of enjoyed this power...
The rabbit growled "It's bloody humiliating!"
He chuckled. "Hop like a bunny." Arthur does so scowl on his face.
"Hop happily~"
A forced smile appears. It seems it didn't completely control his emotions.
(smut warning skip to next chap if you dont want to read)
Francis smirked, a little drunk from having a bottle of wine or two. "Take off your shirt."
Arrhur's heart skipped a beat at that. Arthur tried to resist but it only ended up slowing his arms slightly.
Francis was frustrated as of late... He was going to crack one off to some porn or something, but this was better. He smirked. "And your trousers."
Arthur trembles again trying harder, but nothing worked.
Francis was enjoying this. "Give me a sexy little show." Arthur pranced around flicking his tail back and forth, fear in his eyes.
Francis watched almost hungrily. "More!"
He walks over to France and rubs against him going into a lap dance.
Francis growled seductively, a lump rising in his trousers. He grabbed Arthur's rear, squeezing slightly roughy.
Arthur gasped. That seemed more intense than normal.. Francis chuckled, massaging it some. Arthur groans. Why was he so sensitive?!
Francis smirked and brought a hand to the front, stroking him there.
He moans. Arthur was just beginning to realize how his senses changed. He could hear two wildly beating hearts and the Frenchman's scent invades his nostrils.
Francis leaned forward and pressed their lips together, sweeping him into a deep kiss. Arthur resisted mildly but his hormones were screaming.
Francis kept teasing. "Do you want something, mon lapin~?"
Arthur's face was flushed. He grips Francis's arm with a shaking hand, pointed nails pressing into skin. "N-no.."
"I think you do," Francis purred, sliding a hand into his boxers. Arthur gasps and shivers.
He smirked and stroked, slightly forceful.
The collar reacted to his excitement. Arthur groans as a slight burning sensation enveloped his whole body, pushing the transformation further. Fur bloomed up his back, chest, shoulders and neck. His incisors lengthened slightly as his feet stretched out and legs shifted. Arthur slumps against Francis, pain mixing with pleasure.
"Strip," he commanded, starting to undress. Arthur stood and removed his boxers. He was already hard.
Francis licked his lips hungrily and removed his own clothes. He only had a semi. "Lick it."
Arthur's eyes glowed. He falls to his knees, unsteady on the strange feet. He leans forward and licks up the length.
He shivered and groaned lustfully. "Now suck it."
Arthur opens his mouth and plunges it down his throat. He works the length scrapping his teeth slightly.
Francis moaned and shuddered, soon stood to attention. "Mmm~~ now beg."
The Brit shook his head whining slightly.
"Beg for it!"
"P-please.."
"Please what?" He was enjoying this.
"Please.. Fuck me!"
He grinned and bent him over roughly. Arthur grunts at the motion. Francis pushed his thumb into his rear, trying to stretch the hole.
Arthur whines softly. He wasn't usually this submissive. Was it part of the charm?
Francis teased it a bit more before lining up and pushing into him. Arthur groans at the dry friction. Over sensitive body clamping hungrily.
Francis moaned at the tightness, starting to thrust greedily in his drunken lust. Arthur literally mewled mind lost in waves of pain and pleasure.
He hammered away, all of his pent up frustration finally having somewhere to go. The friction burned but Arthur was oddly craving it. Wanting to be filled. It was almost like he was in heat, but wasn't that a female thing?
Francis didn't care. He just thrust madly, letting the slightly painful sensations drive him on. It was exciting. Arthur mewls and grunts, at times unable to manage more than a strangled squeak.
"Tell me you love it," he growled, running his nails down his back.
Arthur's body shivers at the touch pushing him further out of it. "I-I love it.." he manages breathlessly.
Francis grinned and grabbed his hips, plunging back into him. Arthur cries out the motion nearly pushing him over the edge.
He did it again, going deep. Arthur's vision exploded when that one spot was hit.
Francis kept it up, hitting that spot as hard as he could. The rabbit's voice was strangled body trembling.
Francis reached around, rubbing his tip with his thumb. Arthur didn't think it could get any more pleasurable but he was wrong. Mewling wildly he bucked back into France.
The response only encouraged him, making him go faster and harder. The pain increased with the friction but Arthur didnt care. He was thrusting with him to get as deep as he could.
One big push and he was balls deep. France groaned lustfully. The extra pressure made Arthur shiver in delight. He kept hitting that depth now, doing his best to make him cum.
The pressure in Arthur's gut was building fast, he thrusted harder. Francis could feel himself getting close... He thrust harder, moaning loudly.
He couldn't hold it anymore. Arthur cried out as he spurted all over the floor claws scraping the ground. Francis came soon after, filling him up inside.
Arthur's walls lapped it up hungrily. Soon he collapsed in France's arms. Francis rode it out before withdrawing and dropping him on the floor. Arthur lay limp in his own mess, shivering lightly.
Francis flopped into his chair and promptly fell asleep. Arthur passed out curled up on the floor.