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Sensate-ional

 

By Coal Train   =


 

=A9 2008 Coal Train

 

July 12th, 706
Cristos Reckoning

 

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            The sky =
was
overcast, but it was the kind of overcast that threatened only occasional
showers, or perhaps thunderstorms. It was warm, but not hot, the humidity in
the air however, made the atmosphere an oppressive one. The miasma of odors
always prevalent in any city was heavy upon the air.

 

 

            Due to t=
he
humidity and apparent heat, the markets of Metamor were fairly unpopulated
today. Most people who had the option chose to stay inside, where the stone=
work
often provided a radiant cooling that was indeed, very refreshing on days l=
ike
this one. Many others, especially of the youthful persuasion, were spending=
 time
frolicking in the many fountains and swimming holes scattered about the kee=
p.

 

 

            Thus it
was, that in a quiet little corner of this market, could be seen a rabbit d=
oing
a little shopping for fresh veggies. Since the curse had changed him some
months before, he had discovered that the fruits and veggies that he had on=
ce
turned up his nose at now were nearly all that he could easily consume. He =
had
also discovered that what would have once passed as very good to him, were =
now
either too ripe or rather rotten to his sensitive nose.

 

 

            He had
found himself upon occasion, contemplating the grasses and weeds in the fie=
lds
with hungry eyes. But he was Cathal, son of Fion=FAir, he was a warrior, an=
d he
would not be seen to graze upon the grasses like the animal he now appeared.

 

 

            So it was
that in a place and time where a rabbit could dine on all the succulents of
nature=92s bounty, he was paying for his wilted carrots, slightly under-ripe
tomatoes, and leafy greens. This was Cathal=92s day off, and he was going t=
o try
to enjoy himself after he did his shopping. Perhaps he would just relax and
talk with Laracin, the great tree of the courtyard. The poor guy had been
changed into a tamarack tree when the curse had been first cast. And so as =
you
might expect, he longed for the company of others, though he himself could =
not
seek it.

 

 

He wore no chain-male, and had no
sword. Metamor was reasonably safe as far as it went. One only needed to wo=
rry
about the occasional cut-purse that invariably worked a good crowd. Instead=
 he
wore cotton trousers and a simple shirt, both of a common variety in the cr=
owds
of Metamor.

 

 

After negotiating a reasonable price with the merchant for
his wares, Cathal removed a few coppers from his purse. He then replaced its
thong around his neck, and stuffed it under his loose fitting shirt. He not=
iced
the distant rumble of thunder and decided that perhaps he should bring his =
food
home now, and wait out the thundershower before enjoying the rest of the da=
y.
The fruits of his hunt stashed in the canvas bag he now slung over his
shoulder, he thanked the merchant and turned to leave.

 

 

            He was
about to head home when he was accosted by a pair of rather well endowed fe=
male
humans. It would appear that he had found his lunch right in front of a hou=
se
of ill repute.   =


 

 

            They wore
clothes of many colors, intended obviously to entice the imagination. Their
faces were covered in an assortment of makeup and colors that, while garish=
 in
appearance, strangely accentuated their femininity. They were very clean in=
 appearance,
and had used copious amounts of perfume. It made his sensitive nose burn, a=
nd
his muzzle twitched as he tried not to sneeze.

 

 

He had no desire for the company of
these people. He was both a married man, and a follower of the way, and Eli
frowned upon such behavior. These women, who call themselves Sensates, made
their living, and a rather good one it seemed, offering their wares to the
people of the keep. The wares they sell being of course, themselves. They w=
ere
not particular as to whom or what gender, but they are known to prefer the
animal morphs. The more exotic the morph was, the more fervently they would
pursue it. And rabbits were a surprisingly rare occurrence of the curse.
Warrior rabbits, such as himself even more so. This undoubtedly made him qu=
ite
exotic in their eyes.

 

 

            =93Aww, =
look
what we seem to have found Laurana.=94 Said the shorter of the two. She sto=
od
perhaps a little over five feet tall. That is to say, about a foot taller t=
han
Cathal. Her voice was sultry, yet girlish at the same time. =93Isn=92t he s=
imply
adorable?=94

 

 

            =93Oh yes
Mabel, he=92s just so cute,=94 the other responded in a voice much deeper t=
han her
companion, yet still very feminine. =93I=92ve seen him around and I just wa=
nt to
cuddle with him all day.=94 It was plainly obvious by the hungry look in he=
r eyes
that she wanted far more than to simply cuddle. She stood nearly six feet t=
all,
and had the athletic physique of the many amazons about the keep. Though her
garb was anything but utilitarian.

 

 

            =93My
apologies, but I am not interested in cheep thrills right now, I have much =
to
do.=94 He lied. He was trying to politely refuse their advances, and it was=
 no
mistake that he failed to address them by any title. He reserved the word
=91ladies=92 for those of a more honorable persuasion.

 

 

            =93Oh, f=
or
such a handsome bunny like you, I don=92t think we could possibly charge
anything. This day would be out treat.=94 Responded the shorter one, Mabel.=
 Or
more accurately, he would be their treat. Standing so close to him, he found
them rather intimidating. And he started carefully backing away from them as
his one black paw instinctively went for the pommel of his sword, only to be
disappointed at its absence. He was beginning to get nervous; his ears stan=
ding
even more erect than usual.

 

 

            =93And I
promise,=94 the Amazonian said, =93it wont take very long at all.=94 With t=
hat, she
reached out and gently started to scritch behind his left ear; the one with=
 the
battle scar. He thought to flinch, he thought to run, he even thought to fi=
ght.
But as the Amazon started to scritch that one place, all thought started to
leave his mind. His ears began to droop in relaxation as his resistance slo=
wly
faded. Without even being fully aware of it, he murred in pleasure at the
contact.

 

 

            All he k=
new
as the scritching progressed to petting and he was cajoled into a nearby
building was that this attention felt completely comfortable. As if he had
fallen into a soft down filled bed after a long hard days work. And he want=
ed
more. All the tension faded as his body was filled with a sense of calm. And
his human mind recoiled.

 

 

            =91This
cannot be happening.=92 one side of his being stated. =91But it feels so go=
od.=92 The
other responded. =91This isn=92t right.=92 And again the response. =91But h=
ow can it be
wrong?=92 again his human mind battled for his very soul. =91It will lead t=
o more.=92
And the rabbit fought back. =91But for now it is enough.=92 And it went on,=
 for
what could seem an eternity.

 

 

            As his m=
ind
reeled at the implications, he felt the hands of the women working there wa=
y up
under his shirt, reliving him of that garment. The petting continued. Throu=
gh
it all, it felt to his mind as though he was being given a full massage, but
still he could not challenge it.

 

 

Even as he was thinking this, the two women were undoing the
string of his trousers. So distracted was he by the feeling of being petted=
 and
scritched, that it hardly registered to him that his pants were now around =
his
hocks, and his malehood was now quite exposed. It=92s not that he didn=92t =
know
what was going on, he just didn=92t want to do anything about it so long as=
 this
pleasure continued. =91You have to stop this.. NOW!!=92 his mind screamed t=
o him.
=91Before it=92s too late.=92  But alas, still
the rabbit held tightly to the control it had on his emotions and body. It
demanded the contact, it demanded social companionship, and it did not care
from whence it came.

 

 

            Having
succeeded in removing the garments between themselves and their prize, the
women began working in earnest toward their goal. The softness of Cathals f=
ur
and his earthy musk mixed with the clean odor of a nearby thundershower only
served to increase their desire for him. The sound of rumbling thunder went
completely unnoticed by the trio within the brothel.

 

 

            Presently
Cathal was so relaxed that he had nearly fallen asleep. For the Women=92s p=
art,
they were baffled that they had failed to arouse the rabbit despite his
apparent pleasure at there ministrations. His lethargy confused them even m=
ore.
Still his mind battled his body. =91You FOOL, you are going to go to hell i=
f you
let this continue.=92 And once again, the rabbit had a response =91What=92s=
 the harm
in a little groom..WOAH, that=92s not grooming..=92 =


 

 

            Having
finally been released from his lapin instincts, his human mind took charge,=
 and
it did so with a vengeance. He quickly discovered the reason for his sudden
alarm, as the Amazonian has just taken a firm hold upon his tender vittles.=
 He
gaped in horror at the dangerously sexual situation he now found himself in=
. By
Eli, the dark one had nearly taken him. And finally, his human mind had the
last word. =91Told ya so..=92

 

 

 

=93Unhand me you devil Woman, I am
not to be a plaything for a bunch of whores.=94 And with that statement, he
struggled to escape. Kicking at the woman, he felt a rather disconcerting p=
ain,
as the hand is ripped free from some particularly sensitive parts. The woman
fell back and hit the wall behind her with a grunt.

 

 

            He tried=
 to
turn and run, only to be tripped up by his own pants. He fell to the ground=
 and
nearly panicked. But quickly struggled free of the hindering garment, and w=
as
well out of sight within only a few seconds. Mabel, the smaller of the two
whores barely managed to scream at the sudden fury of her prize before being
shoved aside herself.

 

            =


            He barre=
led
out the window and in his haste, accidentally toppled a few market-goers in=
 his
blind flight, one of whom toppled an entire table of goods of some variety =
or
another. As to who or what they were he paid no heed as he continued runnin=
g in
any direction that would take him away from this sinful place. And the thun=
der
again rumbled as the rain fell.

 

 

            In hardly
any time at all, he was a safe distance from that viper=92s den. He found h=
imself
in an unkempt part of the keep. The shrubbery untended, and the gutted rema=
ins
of a building stood as a stark reminder of the constant war footing that
Metamor lived under. =


 

With a start he realized that he
had been running on all fours; like the rabbit his body now appears. Even m=
ore
disconcerting, he discovered with no small amount of embarrassment, that he=
 was
also quite naked. His clothes had been left behind as well as his groceries,
and his money pouch, not that there was much left. He was not about to retu=
rn
to reclaim them, but he certainly could not be seen like this.

 

 

            He needed
to think, he needed time, and most of all he needed to hide. In short order=
 he
had found a thicket of brush and was well concealed within it. The rain
continued, unabated.

 

 

            There was
little doubt of his shame. Here he was, a warrior, a knight, advisor to a k=
ing,
and leader of armies. And he was reduced to the form of a rabbit; wet and
dirty, hungry and cowering naked under a bush having nearly lost his soul to
the dark one. All because of a single touch. All because he was so damn
=91adorable=92 that people would never again take him seriously, as a warri=
or or
anything else. =


 

 

            Finally
after months of denial, the reality of his situation hit him like a warhors=
e in
full charge. He thought about all that he had lost, and he wept. He though
about his wife and children, now living without him back in Portrush. He
thought about his steed Prince, the last gift his father had given him befo=
re
going to Tullwine to train under Master Bentley. Old age had finally taken =
its
toll on the stallion, and he was now set out to pasture, quite possibly goi=
ng stir
crazy, though he was not lacking in female companionship. And so he wept un=
til
there were no more tears to cry. With time, sleep took him in his mental
fatigue. And as if on cue, the rains slowly stopped.

 

 




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