Chapter 4: The Morning Feeding Frenzy
The first slivers of dawn painted the mesh ceiling in strips of pale gold. Dust motes danced in the light, settling on fur and hay. The hutch was stirring, a low current of movement and soft sounds beneath the distant chirp of morning birds.
Yuji was already up, of course. His pink tail was a frantic metronome as he crouched by Sukuna’s side, fingers plucking at the dark grey fur of the wolf’s forearm.
“Come onnn,” he whined, his voice still scratchy with sleep. “My stomach’s yelling. And other parts.” He grinned, unabashed, his golden eyes dropping meaningfully to Sukuna’s lap. The wolf was half-awake, his cock already a heavy, thickening weight against his thigh, responding to the proximity of warmth and need.
Across the room, Nanami let out a long, weary sigh. He was sitting upright on his own pallet, methodically smoothing the wrinkles from his grey cotton briefs. His cropped ears were twitching, his serious brown eyes not on the food shelves, but fixed on the slow, steady rise of Sukuna’s chest. He adjusted himself discreetly.
“Some of us appreciate a moment of quiet before the daily circus,” Nanami muttered, though he made no move to get food.
Suguru chuckled from his perch against a bale of hay. The dark-furred rabbit stretched, his long ears flopping to the side, and the simple purple fabric of his panties strained. “The quiet’s over, Nanami. It ended the second the puppy woke up.” His violet eyes, heavy-lidded and knowing, slid to Megumi, who was trying to be invisible near the water dish. “Sleep well, Megumi? You looked… thoroughly rested last night.”
Megumi froze, his ears burning. He kept his back to them, the memory of being pinned between Satoru and Sukuna flashing through him like a live wire. He felt raw, new. Different.
“I called it first!” Mai’s voice, sharp as a knife, cut through the space. She stalked toward the main nest, her sleek black fur gleaming. She shot a glare at Maki, who was rolling her shoulders, her athletic muscles flexing.
“You called it while you were still snoring,” Maki retorted, not even looking at her. Her green eyes were on Sukuna, evaluating, like a climber assessing a mountain. “I’m already warmed up. You’d just cramp.”
“Like hell I would—”
Sukuna’s deep laugh, a rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards, silenced them. He finally opened his amber eyes fully, the predatory grin spreading across his face. He didn’t sit up. He just moved his arm, the one Yuji was tugging on, and wrapped it around the pink bunny’s waist. He hauled him effortlessly onto the broad plane of his stomach.
Yuji yelped, then giggled, squirming. “Breakfast!”
“You are breakfast,” Satoru’s voice drawled from the doorway. He leaned against the frame, looking impeccably tousled and smug. His blue eyes took in the scene: Yuji wriggling on Sukuna, the competitive tension between the sisters, Nanami’s poorly concealed interest, Megumi’s hunched shoulders. He zeroed in on the last. “And someone else already had a midnight snack. How’s the appetite this morning, princess?”
“Shut up,” Megumi mumbled into his hands, but there was no real heat in it. Just a shaky, overwhelmed exhaustion.
Choso moved past Satoru into the room, his ponytail neat, his demeanor calm. He nodded respectfully to Sukuna. “The east corner needs fresh hay today.” He said it like a simple fact, but his deep eyes held a familiar, quiet understanding. He’d be there later, for his own time. He always was.
The hive was buzzing now, drawn to the center. Sukuna shifted beneath Yuji, sitting up more. The movement made his cock, now fully hard, slide against Yuji’s thigh. Yuji’s playful wriggling turned into something more deliberate, a slow grind back against the massive length.
“See?” Yuji breathed, his cheerful voice dropping to a whisper. “Told you I was hungry.”
It was the spark. The invitation.
Mai and Maki abandoned their argument and closed in from opposite sides. Mai climbed onto the cushions, her golden eyes narrowed, her bratty demeanor in full force as she tried to wedge herself between Sukuna’s arm and his side. “Move over, pup. Grown-ups are here.”
Maki simply dropped to her knees in front of Sukuna, her hands going to his hips. “No need to move him,” she said, her voice all challenge. She leaned in, her breath hot. “Plenty to go around.”
Suguru uncoiled himself from the hay bale and sauntered over. He didn’t jostle for position. He just sat neatly beside Sukuna’s leg, one hand resting on the wolf’s knee, his thumb stroking circles. Waiting his turn. Knowing it would come.
Nanami stood. He adjusted his briefs once more, his jaw tight. He walked over, not to the food shelves, but to the periphery of the nest. He didn’t speak. He just watched, his tired eyes tracking Maki’s hands, Yuji’s movements, the way Sukuna’s head tipped back with a pleased grunt.
Megumi found himself turning. He couldn’t help it. The pull was gravitational. He saw Sukuna, a mountain of muscle and fur, becoming an island surrounded by a hungry, touching sea. Hands everywhere. Mai’s fingers tracing his ribs. Maki’s mouth hovering near the tip of his cock. Yuji kissing along his collarbone. Suguru’s calm, possessive touch.
Sukuna met his gaze from across the room. The wolf’s grin softened, just at the edges. An acknowledgement. A reminder of the storm, now settled into this easy, daily tide.
“Alright,” Sukuna said, his voice a low, contented growl that silenced the minor squabbles. His hand came up, large and gentle, to cradle the back of Yuji’s head. “Who’s first?”
The question was a formality. Maki’s mouth was already on him, taking the head with a victorious, guttural sound. Yuji moaned in protest, grinding down harder. Mai cursed, pinching Sukuna’s side.
Nanami took a single, deliberate step forward.
Satoru laughed, bright and loud, and flung himself into the fray, his fingers seeking out Megumi’s to pull him in from the edge.
The sun climbed higher, drenching them all in light. The bowls of carrots sat, forgotten. The real feeding had begun.