Wow.. this chap was kinda short without the second half, but with it it broke the 2000 mark! The longest bit I've ever put in a chapter! well besides Caged but that's a oneshot so it doesn't count. Anyway there's a quick blowjob in this chap but the rest is fluff and comfortX3


In the morning Arthur was still on the floor, shivering from the cold and sticky.

Francis had sobered up. He tutted in pity and scooped him up, laying him on the couch before draping a blanket over him. Arthur curls up into the warmth. The excess morphing had reverted after a few hours last night.

Francis petted his ears gently. A low rumble sounded from Arthur's chest. Who knew rabbits purr? He chuckled softly, finding the noise oddly endearing.

Arthur's ears twitched and he leans into the touch. Francis caressed his cheek. "Morning, mon lapin..."

Arthur's eyes blinked open. For a minute he didn't realize where he was, he looked dazed.

Francis chuckled and kissed his brow. "Come on."

His mind slowly woke up as he remembered last night. His eyes widened and he ducked under the blanket groaning.

Francis laughed slightly. "Hello to you too then!"

"Shut up!" Why did he concede so easily?

"Come out, I'll make breakfast."

The collar forced him up. At least he could wrap the blanket around himself. France was still nude. He started looking for food.

Arthur's legs where shaky. Both from the rough treatment and the shifting.

Francis frowned. "Sit down..."

He quickly obeyed, sighing. 'It's his fault in the first place..' He thought. Francis pottered about, making breakfast. Arthur curls up on the couch, silently cursing his predicament.

"Tada!" Francis came back with two plates. Arthur looks up slightly but didn't move. His whole body was sore. Rear in particular.

"Eat," Francis frowned.

Arthur reaches for the plate and picks up the fork. He eats at a steady pace. But his mind was whirling. Francis ate his too, but slower.

Arthur was slightly scared. The control France now has over him along with the bizarre changes worried him.

Francis found it quite nice. "Arthur~"

He shivers at the tone ears tilting back.

"Take my plate out. And leave the blanket."

His eyes glowed and complied, legs still unstable. He shivered at the eyes watching him.

Francis watched him hungrily. "Wiggle those hips~"

He did so shakily, twitching his tail. Pain shot up his back.

Francis chuckled. "Lovely."

Tears pricked his eyes but he was still facing away from Francis.

"Hurry up, then come back."

He stumbled into the kitchen, managing to wipe his face before leaving. He wouldn't break.

"Come sit on my lap."

Arthur flushes as they rub each other. Francis wrapped his arms around his waist. Arthur was forced to lean forward getting a snout-full of France. Why was it oddly soothing?

Francis rubbed his back idly.

Arthur shivers at the touch. Combined with the scent he drifted into a daze. Francis just held him, enjoying the closeness. Arthur's eyes close slightly and he purrs again.

They sat like this for a while. Arthur dozes lightly, basking in the warmth.

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Suddenly, something rose between them...

Arthur flushed. Why was he so sensitive?! He was still sore from last night!

Francis looked down and chuckled. "Whoops!" Arthur flushed in embarrassment. Did the spell rely put him in heat? Or was it rut? Heat was for females right? But why did he want to receive?!

Francis just laughed. "I truly am enjoying this." Arthur growls feraly glaring. "Want me to sort that out for you?"

He whines trying to pull away.

"Lay down."

Arthur leans sideways laying on the couch. Francis smirked and slid between his legs.

He whimpers at the movement, pain acting up again. Francis ran his tongue up his length. Arthur tensed shivering. Francis grinned, sucking on the tip. Arthur mewled screwing his eyes shut.

He purred, lips vibrating against him. Arthurs's leg kicks out of reflex. Francis glanced at it as he sucked harder. Arthur groans and buries a hand in blond locks. Claws scraping his scalp. Francis worked him expertly, tongue wrapping around.

He shivers reflexively hugging his legs around France. The legs pulled him closer, forcing all of Arthur down his throat.

Arthur whines, "Fuck!" Francis shrugged and started bobbing his head up and down.

He gasps and bucks. Francis got faster, deeper. Arthur's grip on Francis's hair tightened. Fur sprouted across his thighs.

Francis just stroked and sucked, running his hands through the fur. Arthur purrs slightly, feet forming paws. Francis wrapped an arm around his hips, slipping a finger into his ass.

Arthur hissed and pulls away. Francis pulled it out and went back to just sucking. He settles moaning some.

Francis just worked him like that.

Arthur's legs twitched as he came closer to the edge. Breathing quickening. Francis sped up with him, wanting to finish him off.

The rabbit mewls and bucks. Francis sucked the tip hard. Arthur cried out and exploded in his mouth.

He nearly choked, panicking and drinking quickly. Arthur shivers and falls limp panting. Eyes glazed and still filthy from the night.

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Francis pulled away slowly and surveyed him calmly. "Want a shower?"

It takes a minute to respond. "Only if I'm allowed to go myself." He needed some time alone.

Francis shrugged. "Sure... but with your butt hurting like that, I'd suggest a hot bath with lavender oil."

He glares and attempts to stand on the unfamiliar legs. France sat and watched. The pain and wobbly balance causes him to topple.

Francis jumped, catching him before he hurt himself. Arthur curls up in his arms on instinct.

He sighed and picked him up. "Come on, you need a soak."

The rabbit's ears flatten in embarrassment and shame as he's carried to the bathroom. Francis took him up and gently sat him on the toilet as he started running a bath. Arthur hugs his legs to his chest poking at his new feet.

He let the water fill the tub, adding lavender oil. Arthur was touching the fur and wiggling his toes. A troubled look on his face.

France looked over, a concerned frown tugging at his brow. "Want me to call Scotland...?"

He curls up more.

"I was just thinking to maybe reverse the whole fur predicament..."

"Maybe.."

He shrugged. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Arthur sighs and hides his face.

"Arthur, come now..." Francis shook his head and sighed.

Suddenly Arthur hissed. His feet started shrinking. France darted back and watched.

It didn't hurt as much as the first time. The fur receded and his feet went back to normal.

France blinked and took it on board. "...Need help getting in the bath?"

Arthur buries his face but nods anyway.

He chuckled and picked him up, gently lowering him into the bath. Arthur's face was red but he sighs as the water soothes him.

Francis smiled gently. "Need anything else?" Arthur shakes his head enjoying the warmth.

"Alright." He turned to leave.

Arthur looks up a slight pang in his chest.

Francis stopped. "Oui?"

His face turns red and looks away.

"Something you want?"

"No.." What was that about?

Francis frowned and walked out. Arthur watched the door close and rubbed his face.


After about an hour Arthur was feeling much better. He walks out of the bathroom in a towel seeing as his clothes where still downstairs.

Francis was now dressed, humming as he cooked lunch.

He gathers up his clothes and changes. Then walks into the kitchen. Francis shot him a smile over his shoulder.

He comes closer to see what it was. Just a warm stew to battle the creeping chill outside. He sees some leftover veggies sitting on the side. He stares slightly drawn to them.

France caught him and chuckled. "Go nuts."

Arthur glanced at Francis and snatches one up nibbling on it.

He tried not to laugh, a smirk spreading on his face. Arthur didn't notice. He just continues nibbling. Francis stirred his pot.

Arthur finishes his veggie and glances back to Francis. For some reason he felt the urge to lean in and press his nose against him.

Francis had his back to him again. Arthur fidgets, then does so walking away quickly.

France frowned and chuckled, shaking his head.

Arthur goes and sits at the table. "...What are you going to do?"

"Nothing, mon Lapin." he grinned.

His ears twitched as he fingers the collar. Francis turned off the stove and put a lid on the pot before sitting beside him. He looks down at the table fidgeting still.

"Stop that..."

Arthur's hand drops away from his neck. Did he have a chance at leaving? Who knows how long France would keep this up, plus he didn't exactly get to pack spare clothes..

"What're you thinking?"

"What are you going to do about this... arrangement?"

Francis hummed. "Well... we can hardly let you out like this. And if you refuse to see Scotland..."

Arthur sighs, he doubts Iain would let him go just yet. Not a chance. He wouldn't remove it without the blonde begging some.

"I guess you're stuck with me."

Arthur headdesks groaning. "...I don't exactly have an overnight bag you realize?"

"I don't really care? You can borrow a shirt or something."

He rolls his eyes against the wood. France wasn't exactly his size..

France grinned. "Sit up for me." He sits up ears in an unhappy position.

Francis smiled. "There we go." Arthur huffs and turns away.

"Look at me."

He turns glaring.

"Smile."

Shiny teeth, but the glare made it look somewhat sinister...

"Smile nicely..."

The glare drops some.

"Better... But not nice enough~"

Arthur's eyes close and smiles wider.

France had to admit, the lure of power was thrilling...

Arthur's ears twitched nervously. His face may say one thing but the ears say another.

Francis kind of wanted to exploit this...

His face was starting to hurt.

"Okay, stop now."

His expression drops and Arthur rubs his cheeks.

France chuckled. "Kiss me."

His head twists around and meets the others lips.

Francis hummed, getting his fill before pulling away. He liked this..

Arthur pulls his legs to his chest and hides his red face.

"Arthur..." Francis smiled softly.

He whines and curls tighter, ears flat against his skull.

"Please talk to me..."

"I hate this bloody collar.."

Francis sighed. "Just ask Iain..."

"Like hell he'll take it off! He loves doing stuff like this to me!"

"It's the best you've got," he looked at him sadly. "The others aren't strong enough to break his spell..."

"...he took away my phone.."

"Then borrow mine."

Arthur sighs and takes it punching in the number.

It rang a few times then he picked up. "No Arthur, I'm not removing it."

The Brit growls and starts yelling and insulting him.

A gravelly chuckle rumbled over the line. "Put France on."

His hand jerks the phone in the blonde's face.

Francis put it on speaker. "In short," Iain grumbled over the phone. "He's stuck in that thing till I say otherwise or he fills a quota of tasks."

Arthur frowns. "What are you talking about?"

"It's the same with all spells, you dope," he sighed tiredly. "No spell lasts forever. They either die when their task is done or are broken by a stronger mage."

"I know that! I meant what do you mean by quota?"

"You need to wear out the spell, fill its quota. Did you ever pay attention?!"

"And what exactly is the quota?"

"Something for you to work out."

Arthur groans gripping his ears.

"Arthur, let go," Francis whispered tenderly.

He does so and rests his chin on the table, ears drooping dejectedly. France rubbed his back gently.

"Face it Arthur. Either you appease me, or content the spell."

Is the former even possible? "Can you at least explain the whole rabbit thing?"

"Bi product," he laughed. "I was pissed when I made that collar."

Arthur pouts. That wouldn't help with learning the extent of the change.. Iain's spells were unpredictable at the best of times...

"Well, good luck!" the line went dead.

Arthur sighs hiding his face in his arms. Francis wanted so badly to comfort him... but would he let him? Arthur trembles softly. Francis sighed and stroked his ears. Arthur turns and buries into Francis, clinging. Francis wrapped his arms around him, rocking and cooing softly. Arthur trembles, scared from his sudden loss of free will.

"Shh... it's okay... it's gonna be okay..."

Eventually he drifts to sleep. Francis scooped him up and took him upstairs