You grant yourself one last glance at the rhythmic bouncing of her breasts, but you pay for your hesitance as you misjudge her distance, and suddenly find one of her large feet flying at you again in a side kick. It's all you can do to throw your weight into blocking it, but her foot proves stronger than your wooden sword, which is broken into splinters by the impact, sending you stumbling to the side as you attempt to regain your balance. The cute bunny girl hops into your path excitedly, grinning and brimming with confidence now, and you see her dirty sole heading straight for your face like a runaway train as she delivers another kick. You barely manage to throw your arms up in a full boxer's guard to protect your face, but her powerful legs send you flying into a nearby tree, the remains of your practice sword dropped at your side. You slump to the ground, slipping in and out of consciousness briefly only to find yourself looking up into the bunny girl's smiling face. This is not how you pictured your adventure at all; wandering monsters are supposed to be easy prey for heroes! If such a weak monster defeated you so easily, how could you ever stand a chance against a stronger one?
"Can't get away from me now, cutie~" she playfully taunts you in her singsong voice. "Don't fight it this time; let me mark you with my scent so the other girls know you're mine." Standing over you, hands on her hips, she raises her foot over your face and slowly lowers it, wiggling her cute toes at you. You try to muster the will to fight back, not liking all this talk about her owning you, but after having been bested by her so easily your pride is as destroyed as your weapon; whatever fire you felt driving you to undertake this quest has been replaced with fear of this bunny girl's feet. And so you do nothing as her dirty bare foot descends upon your face and starts to wipe itself on you again, leaving a nice dark footprint which causes her to giggle. She smiles warmly down at you as she continues to spread the scent of her foot, her claim on you, all over your face. "Aaw, you really do like me, don't you! It's okay, you won't have to worry about monsters anymore now that you have me to protect you." What's left of your pride stings with every word she says; you scarcely feel like a man anymore, and yet as your self image crumbles, you begin to feel grateful for her kind words and her mercy. She's being so nice to you despite having kicked your ass, and even though you are thoroughly humiliated by having this weak monster's feet wiped in your face, they are so nice and soft. You start to feel strangely... comfortable; it crosses your mind that this could be some kind of pheramone sedating you, but you can't seem to focus for long, and so you just relax, accepting your place under the bunny girl's soft feet.
She sits down on you again, resting her cushy ass on your pelvis, and after a few more minutes of wiping her feet in your face, you feel her toes gently pressing on your lips. Without a trace of rebellion left in you, you open your mouth and start to worship her feet, licking her soles and sucking on her toes alternately. "Good boy!" She praises you, and somehow despite being praised like a pet, you feel less taunted and more... happy. You even smile, trembling at her words a little bit as she pets your brow with one of her toes. "You know," she says as you continue to lick her feet, "for us bunny girls, clean feet are a sign that we're married. Our husbands are expected to clean them for us every day, so if we have really clean feet, everyone knows that we have a devoted husband who always knows his place. Hee hee, my sisters will be so jealous of me!" The thought of being her husband would have bothered you before, but now it just feels nice; you even feel happy to see your "bride" so excited.
Gradually, the dirt disappears from her feet, leaving her tan soles fully visible, and before much longer, they're completely clean. You do her soles, her nails, and even between her cute toes, and as you surrender your will, you feel all too happy to do it for her. Even fulfilled, like you really could do this every day. The taste of her feet permeates your mouth, and her scent is well rubbed into you now. Words can't even describe her excitement when she sees that you've cleaned every nook and cranny; she clearly did consider this equivalent to a marriage, and as she picks you up and kisses you full on the lips, it suddenly hits you that you felt it too. Whether through clever use of pheramones on her part or just your absolute surrender to her will, you find yourself happy to be her husband; she will protect you and take care of you just as you will obey and care for her the rest of your life. That night you are all too happy to consummate the marriage, and every day after, you lick and rub and worship her feet so that they were never dirty for long. You spend the rest of your life as the husband and foot slave of a cute, weak, but still far stronger than you, bunny girl. It's okay though; you are always happy she put you in your place.
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