Your girlfriend is a halfling.
You may wonder what that means, and because of that, you have asked her plenty of times what it could mean. She says it is just a blanket term she uses to describe the heterogeneous mixture of blood running through her veins. You don't know how that could be, but every time she has tried to tell you, you always get so lost in the lore that thinking about it feels fuzzy.
What you do know, is that all the different kinds of beings that make her up carry their own physiology. And one you're really familiar with is estrus.
This is the story of how you spent your time off in May.
It was a call you made without fully thinking it through, but it had turned into an emergency that required you to be home. Your boss seemed to understand, hearing how frantic you were over the phone. They even put you down as on medical leave instead of PTO so you didn't have to waste vacation days, all without even asking you.
Good thing too, because this was going to be anything but a vacation.
As you woke up, you looked around the room. You had made sure to barricade yourself inside your room the previous night. With you, battery packs, food stashes, bundles of rope, and a medieval fair shield. Although, that was for the times you needed to recover. For now, though, you were prepared to handle a few scratches.
You hopped out of bed and took off your pajamas. As you roused, you heard scratching come from the door of the room, along with heavy, heavy breathing. "Haaa...Haaaa..." you heard. You can almost feel the steam coming off her breath through the walls of the door, the bulge in your pants increasing ever so slightly. You crept towards the door, picking up the shield along the way so you could at least last long enough to get your bearings. You turned towards one of the corners in the room, still remembering that day...
That was a lot of blood to clean up in that corner.
"[yyyy/nnnnn]...Iiii'mmm soooo HORNY!" A powerful pound on the door temporarily bent it in for an instant, before the wood jumped back to normal. You had to open the door now, or else you would have to deal with her and the property damage.
The moment you turned the knob, two, strong hands forced their way into a gap. They were pink, fluffy but powerful, one of them latching on to your knuckles with glee. "[y/n]," she yelled again, "You're finally awake!"
You nodded, straining to let her gently open the door open. And by gently, you mean pushing back as much as you could so it wouldn't slam into the wall. After a few more seconds of struggle, it was wide enough that she redirected her motion towards you. Powerful legs contracted, broad jumping her entire form into yours. It was like catching an Olympic athlete on steroids, having to strain yourself just to keep yourself from being knocked down once more.
Now lovingly nuzzlingly you were a fuzzy anthropomorphic bunny, pink all over with a thin coat of fur. It became vastly more thick at the base of her legs and forearms, and into a tuff that sat right above her breasts. Her hands and feet were still human-like, and such as her face, save for a narrow rabbit nose that wiggled about. With your hands wrapped around her, you could feel her tail wiggle about, the stumpy ball of fur spasming like it was hit with a defibrillator.
"[y/n]! [y/n][y/n][y/n][y/n][y/n][y/n]!" She constantly repeated your name, her eyes locked on your face while she frotted against you. "I heard you call off work! That was soooooooo hot of you, now we can stay in here forever and ever and ever and ever-"
You looked up above her face while her volume was still on maximum. Of course, she heard that through the walls. Two floppy bunny ears as a pair of shorts sprouted from her head, only to droop over her face and mingle with your own hair. It definitely would with her hair as well, if it wasn't a poofy pink, coat-matching afro that trailed along every jittery movement of her head.
"[y/n]!" She yelled again. You're eyes went back down to her dilated pupils, feeling more frotting happen against your crotch. Her hands slid along your shoulders and explored your arms. She was stretching your entire body out with hers, for once dialing back her power as she slowly straightened your legs by pushing out your thighs. All to lay on your completely, nose-on-nose to feel your warm embrace.
"Neeeeed..." She whispered, now that you two were within a hare's length of each other.
Hehe, Get it? Hare?
N-not funny? A-ah For sure For sure, I'll see myself out...
"Neeeeeeeeeeeeed..." She moaned again, puffing steam against you. Just because she was flat against you meant the humping didn't stop, her waist thrusting up and down to mash genitalia to genitalia. Your cock, already throbbing from before, was now even worse, practically oozing out pre that was matted to your pelvic hair as soon as she thrust her own sodden pussy against you.
"Do you mind if I..." You start to whisper, your hand shifting down to shuffle off a bit of your pants. She read the room immediately, practically sitting up for joy on top of you. She pushed your hand aside, opting to do the work of taking off your pants for you. That way, she could droll and ogle all she liked as the dick she had been craving all April was finally being unboxed.
Ever since her heat had first started on a cool Monday morning.
Ever since she had sat with you, listening on with begging eyes and droopy ears while you arranged for the month to be work-free.
Every time she saw you go in and out, covering herself with a blanket while you cooked and stocked as much food as possible so that neither of you would have to leave the house for a LONG time.
You're girlfriend felt like Home, because she was finally landing...well, she'll be landing on something within the next 20 seconds.
"Take your time," you say, massaging and stroking your girlfriend's back while she got your underwear off your ankles. You felt a constant stream of saliva hit your thighs and waist. She was drooling everywhere, your morning musk flooding her nose and her brain. She started to moan off rip, getting high off of the sheer smell. You hear her secretions that squirted out from her squeezing pussy. Just to push her further, you gave her a slap that made her back arch. She turned to you, licking her lips while smiling seductively at you. You smiled back mischievously and trailed your hand along her pump derriere.
"Well what are you waiting for?" She said, her chest heaving with each breath. You gave her what she wanted, this time not holding back as you slapped her ass once more. She fell over herself, giggling and immersing herself in the lingering sting.
She then rosed herself up, getting onto her knees over you and spreading her ass over your cock. You watched as she slowly lowered herself, grabbing your head so that it would be easier for her to land right onto it.
"Oh fuck..." You both moaned as head kissed vulva. With barely any struggle, the two of you joined each other at the hip, your cock quickly getting enveloped within her. Her hands moved to your thighs, leaning on them while she began to rock your length within her. "Just keep being hard like that..."
"You...bet..." You were more than willing to get as stiff as she wanted. Your cock throbbed approvingly, bathing the bunny's warm folds. Her hands cupped your chest, squeezing your pecs like handlebars. You could see her dropping head, her eyes squeezed shut. She was putting every part of her focus into stroking your cock for all it was worth, and it made your loins spark like hell.
Soon, it felt like she was enjoying herself just a bit too much. Release started to tease you, your ass clenching over and over to survive the onslaught of her slow-rolling hips. Unable to contain yourself, you grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back down, smothering your faces and tongues together. Flat against you once more, the two of you mashed hips harder, squashing juices between your thighs until it became a mess of webby secretions.
"Mmm, mmmm! Fuck me, unnnn, fuck, me..." She moaned into your mouth. With how hot your breaths were, it was a miracle steam wasn't escaping back out through your noses. Lost in the pleasure you both went faster and faster, matching the other's will to speed up until your hips were just a blur. Finally, your orgasm was starting to rise all over, milked out while you were churning her insides into a smoothie.
"Mmmmmph!" You moaned one last time, squeezing her tightly against you in a bare hug. You practically crushed her arms to her sides, holding her still as the first ropes escaped your enlarged member. You watched her eyes roll back, stunned against you and impaled to the hilt. She twitched in your embrace, falling over the hill too, and squeezing even more cum out of you.
You squeezed and squeezed and squeezed until you couldn't hold her anymore. You relaxed on the floor, your head finally falling back to lay against the hardwood. There wasn't any need to keep her still though, as she fell limp against you too, using your chest as a pillow while she recovered herself. You heard your softening cock slip out of her at some point, but by then, you were too tired to care. "Thunk...you..." she murmured, nuzzling into you and wiggling her hips one last time.
After an unknown amount of napping, you woke up, and looked around, still seeing the lights on in the bedroom you two fell asleep in. Your girlfriend was still on you, fast asleep and hugging tightly to your body.
After some maneuvering, you managed to get her onto your back. Sure, she was squeezing the life out of your lungs with how tight her legs wrapped around you, but at least you didn't have to worry about her falling off while you moved around. After brushing her teeth, and a bit of a struggle brushing hers, you went down the steps to go enjoy the first meal of the month. You opened the fridge, seeing dozens on top of dozens of meal prep containers stored. Smiling, you check the fridge freezer as well, seeing even more. You knew the idea was to have everything ready throughout her heat, but seeing it all come together did make all the cooking feel all the more while.
Your neck tickled a bit. You realized she must have been starting to stir, and quickly got to work...turning on the stove and pouring the breakfast bowl onto the frying pan. Yeah, this is going to be pretty laid-back.
"[y/n]..." her heard her say. The steam from breakfast was coming up now, and you could feel her shift off your back. Now she was standing with you, hugging your side and nibbling on your shoulder. You patted her hair, wrist deep in a pink afro that was as soft as her stubby tail. "Hungry..."
You guided her to the living room and sat her down, leaving for a few more minutes before coming back with a bowl of fried rice and carrots, along with two forks. Eyes shut, she took one of the forks and started eating, still using you as a spot to lean on. You started eating too, picking up your forkfuls.
It was a nice silent couple of moments. You both stared at a wall, but the company of you two was the only entertainment you needed.
"[y/n]..." she said, slurring your name again. You turned to her and scratched her head, asking her what was up.
"Still hungry..." she said again.
"But we already had our breakfast for the day..." you say. She then slid down from her seat on the chair, getting on her knees and moving herself between your legs. Two fingers touched your crotch, lightly rubbing the soft flesh underneath your shorts. "Hun. Gry."
"By all means..." you say, watching her pull apart your layers all over again. Within moments she took your organ inside of her, licking your cock awake and ready. The hours of sleep had done you good; you got to get at least a chance to recover before she would try to milk more out of you all over again. She sighed, letting you get settled inside of her before bobbing up and down. You reclined on the chair, lazily letting her work as she got her second shot of jizz for the day. Right as you were about to blow inside her though, she pulled off and stood up, panting as two fingers were wedged deep within her vagina.
"Oh right..." you said, extending your arms out for her to join you on the chair. She straddled you on her knees, taking her hands out with a long, drawn-out moan. Her fingers dragged one string of cum out, still left over from the last time you impaled her. "So hungry..." she said one more time, licking her fingers clean and falling onto your cock in one fell swoop.
You held her steady as she hopped on your member, taking you the rest of the way to orgasm. It wasn't as good as the first, but still gave you a good shudder through your body. You emptied in a new climax, stuffing her full again. She grabbed your shoulders and tucked her head into the crux of your neck, grunting satisfied with more jizz set on impregnating her.
The rest of May had a similar story. There were plenty of ways you could fuck your S/O, but much of the day was just spent laying on the couch with each other. It was a constant cycle of food and sex, but when you two weren't busy with each other, there was a golden opportunity to binge-watch whatever you two wanted.
"A cross saw cuts slots in the end for attaching the wings," said a voice commentator over techno music. Naturally, you two were watching How It's Made, and the episode was currently darts. You had forgotten whose intrusive thought it was that sent you down the rabbit hole in the first place, but it was way better than watching another moving on FX. That was starting to get old.
"It's always funny how many things have some long, process for making them," your girlfriend said.
"Yeah, I thought darts just came like that," you pipe up.
"Did you think they just exist or something?"
"I suppose so..." You trail off, continuing to watch the darts being made. "It also makes sense they are just smaller versions of hunting arrows. I guess food and play mix well together."
"Hunting..." it was your girlfriend's turn to trail off, her brain starting to turn since her heat had largely subsided for now. "Hey [y/n], do you still have your nerf blasters?"
"What kinda question is that?" You ask, taken aback.
"You seem offended."
"I am!" You exclaim. "As if I would get rid of them, anyone with a childhood would keep them around. Well, unless their parents got rid of them."
"Did yours?"
"Nope, mine are in the garage."
"Good, good..." she kissed you on the cheek smiling. "I got an idea we could try."
You stealthily move around the house, staying in the shadows so as to not alert any potential prey. Armed to the teeth, you were ready to bring home another kill, new venison to survive the cold, harsh, winter. Never mind that it was over 75 degrees Fahrenheit (approx 24 degrees Celcius) outside of your HVAC-supported townhouse. This was the frozen frontier, with plenty of obstacles (open door frames and furniture) and rough terrain (spilled legos on the ground).
You snuck down the hill (the stairs) and made your way into the cover of the valley (the living room). You could hear the snow crunch on your feet (legos under your crocs) as you made your way to rustling you heard Neraby. Peaking around the tree (the kitchen island) you saw the prey you had been tracking for so long. A rare pink rabbit, nose twitching and ears flat on her head while she munched on the vegetation (a bowl of blackened whiting and pasta). You double-checked that your hunting (Nerf) rifle was working, and slowly maneuvered it until it was pointed right at the prey's neck. "Easy there..." you whisper, your resolve steeled as you put your eye into the scope. "Stay still for me, aye?"
Unfortunately, her ears started to straighten, turning like antennas on a radio tower. She snapped her head towards you, eyes wide as you grimaced. "Shit."
Desperately, she went for the only hiding spot she had, which was underneath the dining table. She cuddled up there, shaking like a nervous wreck as you slowly closed in on her.
"W-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice cracking.
"Don't worry about that love," you grumbled. "You'll be just fine." You pulled the trigger. A fast bullet penetrated right into her neck (the Nerf dart bounced off her collar) and she immediately went limp, fainting from the shock of such a clean, yet gruesome blow. Blood started to pool from her neck (not really), proof of an inevitable death.
"What a haul," you said, pulling her out from under the table. You carried her in your arms, taking her back to your home (the bedroom). You tossed her onto the bed and took off your hunting gear, getting on the bed over her and inspecting everything. "It's not every day you get to kill the famous pink rabbit," you say, lifting an arm. "Furred to, you will go for a lot on the market."
Of course, there was no reaction, just a limp tongue hanging out of her head.
"Not to say I don't want to enjoy you myself though," you said, closing in on her chest with bared teeth. "I did the work after all...it's only fair I get to...indulge~" You move your face closer, and closer, and closer to her nipple, before encasing your mouth around it and-
"BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRUUUUBBBBBB!" You blow a hard raspberry into her breasts, hearing a giggle above you. You left your mouth up, smiling mischievously. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" You say, side-eyeing your girlfriend. She nodded, holding her hand over her mouth. "Okay, okay, just give me a moment..." With one last chuckle, she took her limp posture back on the bed.
"Right right...now...it's only fair I get to...indulge~" You go back to enjoying her body, this time, tickling under her armpit. "Ooochy goochy gooo-" you say, switching between looking at her face and looking at where you were tickling. This time, you didn't hear anything, but you saw her hands ball up into a tight fist. You doubled it, this time scratching under both armpits and finally broke her yet again, hearing a gut-busting laugh from her.
"You're supposed to be dead!" You exclaimed, pretending to be astonished.
"Stop tickling me then!" she yelled back, playfully shoving you. "Do you want to fuck me or not?"
"To be honest, this is a lot funnier..." you say, cuddling up beside her. She rolled her eyes and turned to face you, pressing up against you and kissing you on the nose. "And here I thought the brave hunter was going to lay claim to his prize."
"I think I've done that plenty this month..." you say back, returning the kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too," she says, yawning. "I guess I am tired though. How many days on the calendar left?"
"I think about eight," you say, not too sure of it yourself.
"Sounds about right to me, just be ready to fuck me tomorrow, you know I'm going to be begging your that dick," she says. "Oh, and [y/n]?"
"Yeah?" you ask.
"Please drink more water," she says, stroking your hair. "I don't want you to get hurt alright?"
"I'm drinking plenty."
"Well drink more, stupid. Now staddle me, I can't sleep without you," Your hands immediately went to her ass, pulling her in while she put a leg around you. "MMmmm yeah...Good night [y/n]. I can't wait to see what eggs we made."