Bunnery Attendants

“Are you sure you’re feeling up to this?” Ilar asks, wrapping his arms around Mimic’s waist, laying his chin on her shoulder as he holds her close; planting kisses along her shoulder.

“I’m fine Ilar. You worry too much, beloved.” Mimic answered, reaching up and placing her hand on his cheek, gently running her thumb over it. “Besides, I have a suppressant on, remember? I’ll be perfectly fine.” 

Ilar chuckled, gently running his hands up and down Mimic’s sides and stomach.

“If you’re sure. Just don’t push yourself, alright?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Mimic answers, gently nuzzling him, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

“Ah, she’s here! Alright, see you later!” Mimic says, turning and stealing a quick kiss from Ilar, running over to the door and opening it.

“Oh great you’re awake! Are you ready to go?” Fatima asks, peeking around the door and waving to Ilar.

“I sure am! Let’s go!” Mimic replied, gently grabbing Fatima’s hand.

“Make sure she doesn’t overwork herself please!” Ilar called, waving to the two women as they made their way down the street towards the church.

“Alright! Does everyone have their bags?!” Mercy exclaimed, standing in the middle of the room, eyes roaming towards Fatima and Mimic when they suddenly arrived.

“Sorry Mercy, are we late?” Fatima asks, rubbing the back of her head nervously.

“No, never too late. Here, these are for you two.” They say, handing the two women their bags.

“I take it, you know what to do here?” Mercy asks, turning their attention to Fatima, who nods firmly.

“We have to take care of the newborn succubuns.” Fatima answers, looking between Mercy and Mimic.

“Great! You know. Alright, you two are dismissed. The changing room is down the hall, you can’t miss it. Once you’re done, Fatima will show you to the Bunnery. Thanks for your help, Mimic.” Mercy said.

“Oh, it’s no problem! I don’t mind helping the church!” Mimic replied, smiling widely as she followed Fatima towards the changing room, slipping into an empty corner and changing into a Nun’s Habit with Fatima’s help.
“How do I look?” Mimic asked, turning around and examining herself, fixing any wrinkles in the dress and adjusting the habit on her head.
Fatima stepped back then around her and nodded. “You look perfect! Now come on let’s go. I’ll explain all the ways to take care of the babies once we get there. It’s actually really easy.” Fatima says, making her way down the hall.

Entering the Bunnery, Mimic’s eyes widened as she looked around at all the baby bunnies in baskets, her tail swaying behind her as her eyes lit up and she tried to hide a squeal.

“Oh my gosh you’re adorable!” She exclaimed, running over to the baskets and carefully lifting the baby bun into her arms. 

“Oh Murmur, you’re so small! Hello little one.” Mimic says, peering at the dark red and brown patterned succubunny. “Aww your horns haven’t even grown in yet~” She cooed, as the baby bun gently grabbed her finger and nommed it, making her giggle and coo again.

Fatima blinks a few times, watching Mimic closely, chuckling softly as she shakes her head.

“If you wish to feed them, the bottles are in that fridge over there.” She says, going to grab a white and blue speckled baby, carefully cradling them in her arms; making her way over to the refrigerator with Mimic, both of them grabbing bottles then finding somewhere to sit.

The brown and white baby bun in Mimic’s arms wiggled and squirmed a few times until they got comfy, drinking from the bottle of milk she was giving them, as she hummed softly, lightly rocking them back and forth, pulling the bottle away to gently wipe it’s little mouth when milk spilled out.

“Awww, someone’s really hungry, huh? You gotta be careful though, we don’t want you to choke.” Mimic says, giggling softly as she lightly booped the bun’s little button nose, making it wiggle; before continuing to bottle feed them.

Fatima watched curiously, tail swaying gently, a large smile on her face before returning her attention to the white and blue speckled baby in her arms.

“You look like you’re pretty hungry too. Drink up little guy, someday you’re going to grow big and strong.” Fatima says, smiling widely as her tail curls around her waist.

The room was silent as the two women tended to the babies in their arm, except for the occasional humming coming from Mimic’s side of the room. Once she was finished feeding the first one, she placed them on her shoulder and softly rubbed their back.

“You know, with how well you’re doing I would think that you’ve done this before.” Fatima says, copying Mimic’s actions.

Mimic turned her head towards Fatima and blinked a few times, shaking her head.
“Oh no. I’ve never taken care of baby succubun before. I kind of just, knew what to do I guess?” She says, shrugging as she thinks about it.

“Have you ever taken care of baby succubun before? You seem to be a natural too.” Mimic replies.

“No. This is my first time with this duty. I’ve read up on it a lot though. Being a nun and all I thought it would be a good idea since I kind of knew this was something I would have to do while working as one.” Fatima replied.

“Oh yeah, that’s fair.” Mimic says, nodding as the little succubun burped.
“Aww what a big burp.” Mimic giggles and gently boops the baby’s nose before cradling them in her arm again. 

Fatima chuckled, “You know, I think you’d make a great mom.” She compliments, cradling the baby she was holding, rocking them.

“Who me!? Oh no no no, well maybe but I don’t think I’m ready to have children yet!” Mimic shakes her head vigorously as she looks down at the baby.
“Maybe next breeding season, I’d have to see if Ilar wants one too. I know we’re not going to keep them but, maybe. Until then, I’ll just come to Bunnery every breeding season and volunteer like I’m doing now!” Mimic says, standing up and moving towards the basket, gently placing the baby into it before picking up another one that was wide awake and very wiggly. 

This little baby was pink, and as soon as Mimic picked them up, they started to climb all over her. Well they tried. Everytime they got high enough, Mimic would gently bring them back into her lap so they wouldn’t fall and hurt themselves.

“What about you? Do you think you’ll have a baby next breeding season?” Mimic asked, tilting her head at Fatima.

“I’m not really sure. I’ve never really thought about it. If I did, I would have to find a partner first.” Fatima answers, moving to place the baby in her arms back into their basket, before grabbing a dark blue succubun that was just waking up, moving towards the fridge and grabbing another bottle.

“You could ask Ilar. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind helping you.” Mimic replies, standing up with the baby in her arms, gently placing it back into its basket for a moment; moving over to what looked like a very tiny tub and filling it with warm water.

“I don’t know. He’s already helped me with other endeavors. I wouldn’t want to impose on him anymore than I already am. I wouldn’t wish to upset you either.” Fatima says, carefully feeding the baby in her arms.

“Silly, I wouldn't be upset if you asked him to mate with you. I’m pretty sure he already does when you two go on your kinky escapades anyway.” Mimic says, checking the water, before making her way over to the pink baby succubun and picking them up; heading over to the tiny tub and bathing them.

Fatima’s cheeks reddened as a blush spread across her cheeks, tail whipping slightly behind her, a tiny cough catching her ear.

“I’ll consider it by next breeding season and let you know, I suppose. Or perhaps the breeding season after that if you two decide to bear a child first.” Fatima says, rubbing the baby’s back as she holds them against her shoulder. 

“There, there, see what happens when you drink too fast?” She says, waiting until the blue succubun stopped coughing before continuing to feed them.

Mimic giggled softly, “Okay then, I’ll let him know just in case.” She replied, winking at Fatima as she continued tending to the pink succubun.