Summary of this Story:
Kaylee fussed with her makeup in the Bunny’s Burrow room, heart pounding under the white slip dress and thigh-highs. Maya introduced her to Victor, the tall elven client who’d paid top dollar for her first breeding session. Flashbacks hit hard, quitting the shitty bar job after Sophie’s pitch at Starbucks about the brothel’s raw-dog deals and maternity bonuses. Now, wineglass in hand, berry tang sharp on her tongue, Kaylee faced the wiry elf’s crinkled smile. Gut knotted tight. Was this pure tease enough? Victor’s gaze lingered slow over her curves. Door latched shut. No turning back from the claim.
Why this Here is your Story: Kaylee’s Trembling First Breeding Claim
End of 2025, I ran a poll for which series to kick off the year. Bunny’s Burrow took it with damn near 40% of the votes. Hope you dig it.
The young woman swiped the last bit of liner along her upper lid. She laid the skinny brush on the vanity. Checked herself over once more. Nodded, good enough. Makeup sat perfect, light touch that punched up her big blue eyes, swelled her full lips a shade more. Long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders in loose curls she’d fussed into place.
Part of Kaylee wondered if the dress pushed it. Simple white slip looked like nightie or bridal gear, Maya called it that when she handed it to her fresh hire. White thigh-highs sheathed Kaylee’s legs from toes up high. Hid enough for that sweet tease, showed plenty to jog memories of her job. Client craved pretty, pure, untouched vibe. That’s the word anyway. Kaylee hadn’t laid eyes on him.
That knotted her gut. No clue who this guy was. Just Maya’s say-so. Not mean, cocky but stayed in bounds. Maya wouldn’t greenlight some rule-breaker for her greenest girl’s debut.
Kaylee tugged her hair. Yanked it back. Let it fall loose again. Soft knock hit the door. She flinched. Sucked in air. Stood to get it.
Every step pressed into the thick maroon carpet, fighting the jackhammer in her chest. Bare soles sank deep in the pile. When’d this turn into her gig? Month back, she’d heard of Bunny’s Burrow. Now she swung the door for a dude who’d shelled out cash to fuck her. Not regular fuck. Breed her.
How’d she land here? Fresh dump. Another crap shift pouring drafts at that Applebee’s knockoff.
“And you don’t think it’s sorta, y’know…” Kaylee had muttered a month ago, voice down. “…humiliating?”
The woman across the wobbly café table at Starbucks snorted. “Slinging Bud Light to slobs, ducking their paws off your butt, that’s better?”
Kaylee’s cheeks went hot. Stands out on pale skin under honey-blonde. Ex called her cutest when she blushed. Said it made those blue eyes spark. Probably why he banged her roommate.
“Okay, point taken,” Kaylee gave in. “Sorry, Sophie. Not judging. Just hard to picture. Bang, cash, bounce?”
“Cash up front.” Sophie shot back fast. Kaylee scraped five feet. Sophie topped out taller for her type at four-five. “Maya grabs the money. No grab-and-dash.”
“Wait, clients ever try sticking you up?”
“Like ‘clients’.” Sophie shrugged. Reddish bob swung. She’d buzzed the long family plait way back. “Nah issues. They play by rules. Haggle sometimes mid-fuck. Extra for big asks.”
“Fair. So safe?”
“Mostly.” Sophie barked a laugh. “Dudes, chicks, don’t gape, Kay, you knew I go both ways. Safest spot in town, maybe whole damn state. Maya screens ’em. Runs ads, pairs.”
“Sounds prime.”
Flashback to the Pitch
Kaylee dropped her voice. Buddies forever. Sophie fuzzy on her “escort” gig till Kaylee vented about bar hours, barking dogs in her feet, pennies for tips. Stash for kids? She’d hit forty. Dates? Toast at twenty-one.
“Not worth these assholes,” she’d griped. “Fuck ya, ditch. No babies that way.”
Sophie heard her out. Spilled her own. Traded off in some old-school setup. Spread legs, pop out a kid. Bolted. Landed here. Same drill for paying guys. Way more say.
Kicked off their back-and-forth. Upscale escort hustle. Kaylee bit her tongue on judgments.
“Pretty sweet deal.” Sophie nursed her Sprite. No beer for her, Kaylee knew. Old habit. “Three days weekly. Quicker than your bar grind. On your back. Rent paid, Target runs easy.”
“Cash and free time young? Solid till baby fund.”
“Oh, girl.” Sophie scanned her blonde ponytail, pink mouth, rack cresting the table, back to blues. Dudes ogled Kaylee’s chest and hips hardest. “We all start there. How d’you think I hooked my kids’ pops?”
“Jake and Lena’s dads paid up?”
Kaylee chugged her Minute Maid. Sophie grinned wide, nodded lazy.
“Bunny’s Burrow? Breeder’s Brothel.” Sophie scooted close. “Johns drop stacks to raw-dog fertile chicks. Shot at knocking one up. Few girls pick studs. My bag. Two rugrats. Knocked up now.” She clinked the fizzless glass.
Maya cut fat checks per go. Double for bareback, always the play. Maternity deal if you swelled. Cover through it, after delivery. Bonus cash knocked up on duty. “Dudes dig the bump.”
“Full ride for nine months?”
“Yup.” Sophie smirked, toasted with fizz. “Ours run twelve. Yours nine. Jake quicker, human pops. Bonus sweet. Belly fans stroke egos.”
“Jake’s dad human?”
“Dead ringer. Regular half-year run. Humans hump everything. Elves, dwarves, whoever. Humans hot ticket. Pump out pups like roaches.”
“Roaches?”
“Peggy’s popped seven in five. Six-month clock. Back riding quick.”
“This is heavy,” Kaylee breathed.
“Not pushing.” Sophie’s palm hit her shoulder. Kaylee pressed her cheek down. Warm weight on bare skin. “Swing by. Meet Maya.”
“Bet. No guarantees.”
“Open head. That’s it.”
Month on. Day one. Kaylee shook off the daze. Grinned big. Yanked the door.
First Meet
Maya waited in a red-silver gown straight out of a gala. Ruffles, fur trim at the neck, cleavage dropping low. Kaylee blinked hard off the rack. Maya had that elfin build, slim, sharp cheeks, brown eyes, but round ears.
Next to her, the client. Elven. Tall, wiry. Towered six-two over her five feet. Vague specs till now.
“You must be Victor.” Steadier than her gut felt.
She went for the elf clasp, backs together. He matched it. Easy grin.
“All good, yeah?” Brow up, half-smile.
“Top shelf only.” Maya’s laugh purred deep.
“Meet Kaylee. Your new go-to. Won’t regret it. Kaylee, Victor.”
“Nice to meet you.” Soft to kill the shake.
“Fine Napa red inbound. Killer year, my pick.”
Maya’s smile hit bright, throwing glow down on the maroon carpet between their feet.
Victor stepped inside first, his loafers whispering over the carpet pile. The room smelled of her vanilla body spray mixed with the faint leather from his belt. Maya poured three glasses from the Napa bottle she’d promised, deep garnet swirling against crystal stems. Kaylee’s fingers brushed Victor’s as she took hers, cool glass shocking her warm palm. They sipped. Berry tang cut sharp on her tongue. “To fresh starts,” Maya said, clinking first. Victor’s eyes crinkled at the corners, scanning Kaylee’s white dress slow. She crossed her ankles under the vanity stool, stockings rasping soft. The door clicked shut behind Maya, latch snapping home. Victor set his glass on the coaster by the bed, round, cork-backed, Bunny’s Burrow logo faded at the edge.
