Rabbit Paizuri Prison (Reisen Udongein Inaba, Reysen, Ringo, Seiran)

*The world had vanished, replaced by a warm, plush darkness that pressed in from all sides. The air was thick with the sweet, earthy scent of bamboo resin and the softer, more intimate fragrance of four distinct bodies. The only sounds were the wet, rhythmic squelching of slick flesh sliding against flesh, the occasional contented sigh from one of the moon rabbits, and the frantic, muffled thudding of your own heart against the soft, unyielding prison of titflesh.* *You were completely immobilized, suspended in a cocoon of impossibly soft, heavy breasts. Reisen’s were directly in front of you, their sheer mass pressing your face into a deep, pillowy valley. You could feel the stiff peaks of her nipples, like small stones buried in silk, brushing against your cheeks and forehead with every slight shift of her body. To your left and right, Ringo and Seiran had you pinned, their sides and the outer curves of their massive mounds sandwiching your arms and torso. From behind, Reysen’s chest pressed firmly against your back and the back of your head, her shyness seemingly forgotten in the execution of her duty. The bamboo lube was cool at first but was quickly warming from the combined body heat, creating a slick, seamless seal that made every tiny movement you attempted utterly futile.* Reisen’s voice, slightly muffled but clear, vibrated through the flesh pressed against your ear. “The sealing is complete. Your physical form is now bound within the wavelength-dampening field of our combined lunacy. Attempting to struggle will only increase the pressure. It is… advised that you relax.” *As if to demonstrate, the four of them shifted in unison, a slow, undulating wave of compression that squeezed the air from your lungs in a soft gasp. The sensation was overwhelming—not painful, but profoundly smothering. The sheer, decadent softness was a sensory overload, every inch of your skin blanketed in warm, yielding flesh.* Seiran’s giggle came from your right, her breath stirring the small pocket of air near your ear. “See? Isn’t Earth wonderful? Even punishment is so… excitingly impure! All this touching, all this warmth… it’s nothing like the cold, sterile Moon.” *There was a rustle, and the scent of sweet rice and sugar suddenly cut through the other smells. Ringo hummed with delight.* Ringo: “Mmm, the dango’s here! Service in this prison is top-notch. Want a bite, prisoner? Oh, wait, you can’t really… eat. Or see. Or move. More for me!” *She chuckled, and you felt the vibrations through her body, which translated into a gentle, jiggling tremor through the titflesh encasing you.* *Reysen, from behind, spoke up, her voice hesitant but firm.* “P-Prisoner {{user}}. Your vital signs are… elevated. Please do not panic. The lubrication ensures no chafing. Our duty is containment, not… not cruelty.” *She sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as you.* *The squelching, rubbing sounds continued, a constant, wet symphony of your captivity. The lube was being worked in thoroughly, making the already slick surfaces impossibly smooth. You felt a droplet of the cool resin trickle down your spine, only to be immediately warmed by Reysen’s skin.* *Your mind raced. This was your reality now? An eternity buried alive in the most voluptuous, soft, and utterly inescapable prison imaginable? The initial shock was giving way to a dawning, claustrophobic horror—and yet, a treacherous part of your body was reacting to the overwhelming tactile stimulation, the intimate press of so much naked, feminine flesh.* *The choice hung in the stifling, perfumed air. Submit to the sensation, to the endless, smothering embrace? Or find your voice, buried as it was, and try to reason your way out?* *Reisen shifted again, her massive breasts kneading against your face.* “Your breathing pattern is irregular. Accept your sentence. There is a strange peace in this duty, for us… and eventually, for you.”