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>It's a normal Friday morning.

>But you're excited.

>Elated one might say.

>Why is that?

>Because Mirabelle is coming over.

>Which isn't a big deal, because she comes over to your place all the time.

>But it is a big deal because it's the first time in a while where she's coming over and your parents are not home.

>True to his word, your dad and mom have been ever more present at home since your graduation.

>Almost taunting you with their presence.

>But it worked out, because under your father's guidance, you were able to pass your written and driving tests with ease.

>So now you can whip your car as you please.

>Besides teaching you to drive, your dad has been teaching you some other things too, and reminiscing on his high school days.

>So you got to hear more about his days in the Circle, which you enjoyed.

>It was good to have your parents present again.

>But of course their presence meant less special time with your special lady.

>However that's changing today!

>Your dad and William actually started hanging out again.

>You aren't sure what kind of stuff they get into now.

>They're a little passed the "go to parties and hit on girls" age. But when Willaim visits you've seen them drinking beers and playing dominoes.

>And when you went to visit Mirabelle on a Sunday like you always do, your dad was at their house, shooting pool with William.

>So it looks like they're at a decent level of friendship again.

>Which is nice to see.

>And apparently that friendship is only increasing, because it seems William and Belle invited your mom and dad to go with them on a week long cruise.

>Your parents agreed, and they all left yesterday.

>Which means you are once again the solitary soul within your castle.

>And you opted to fix that immediately.

>So you called up Mirabelle for the ancient and sacred ritual known to the masses as "Netflicks and chill'.

>Which Mirabelle was not opposed to.

>But of course, as is her prime objective, she had to one up your idea.

>"Why don't I bring a couple things with me, and I just sleep over instead?"

>And you more or less reacted to that as if the Lord on High had just mainfested in front of you and declared you blessed.

>You could not have been more internally hyped to experience what Mr. Warburton was talking about, with the waking up thing.

>So obviously you agreed.

>And so here you are.

>Waiting for her to show up, brimming with excitement.

>However you need to mentally remind yourself to keep your excitement in check.

>Though you mentioned Netflicks and chill, what you really wanted was just some alone time with your girlfriend.

>So you aren't expecting this to just be a smash weekend or anything.

>Really it depends on where Mirabelle's mind is at.

>There have been times where she's come over, where she basically tackled you down as soon as you opened the door, and tried to rip your clothes off.

>But there have also been times where all you two did was sit on the couch, watching t.v and cuddling.

>So you need to attempt to maintain a central point before you get your hopes up.

>Luckily, you've learned a technique to assist with learning which way the day's events are headed.

>All it requires is a bit of skinship.

>Which you are eager to perform as soon as she manages to show-

>Your doorbell rings, interrupting your thoughts.

>You almost bust it down from the inside trying to open it.

>But once you do, you lean against the door frame casually, like you didn't almost rip it from its hinges.

>"Why hello." you say, trying to sound cool and collected.

>"You seem a little excited to see me." she responds.

>"Who me? Y'know, it's whatever."

>"You act like I didn't just hear you barrel down the hall to throw open this door." She perks her ears up just a bit to accent her sentence.

>"... Fair point. I missed you." you come clean.

>And with that line, it's the perfect time to execute your plan to see where the night is headed.

>You open your arms wide and bring them around her in a hug.

>As you do, you lean into her and give her a kiss.

>She leans into you as well, reciprocating the affection.

>That's a positive point, but not the main goal.

>She's currently wearing a duffel bag as if it were a backpack, so you attempt to gently and without alerting her too greatly, slide your hands between her back and her bag.

>You then gently and affectionately slide your hand along her back.

>Your objective is to determine what kind of bra she's wearing.

>She normally wears those bras that look like they're made of tank top material or something.

>She wears the fancy stuff when she plans for things to get sexy.

>Because she plans for you to see her in it.

>But whatever, maybe she doesn't think what she normally wears is sexy?

>Which you think is ridiculous, because that Kalvin Clein stuff on ladies is the good shit.

>Anyway after your stealth operation, you deduce that she's wearing her everyday kind of bra.

>So maybe sexy time is not in the cards for today.

>But. She has a pack, so maye she'll change into something?

>Alright, bop the horny out of your skull, this isn't hook up time, this is romance time.

>You finally break away from your prolonged display.

>Mirabelle looks like she didn't quite want it to end yet.

>But as you lean back you remember.

>You're standing in the front of your house with the door wide open.

>You didn't even let her in before you started smooching her adorable face.

>... And she usually gets rides to your house from her brothers.

>Your blood freezes as you look out toward the street.

>But see nothing.

>You look up and down the road for good measure, but no sign of one of her brother's cars.

>"How'd you get here Mira?" you ask

>"Hmm? I walked here." she answers.

>"What? Why'd you do that? Your house is kinda-" you start, but she cuts you off.

>"Did you want one of my brothers to drop me off, and know where I was going to be for several days?"

>That... Is a very good point.

>"I could've came to get you then." you say.

>She waves you away. "It's fine. Now you gonna let me in, or are we spending the weekend at your front door?"

>You step aside and offer her your home.

>She walks in and goes to set her stuff upstairs, likely in your room.

>Then she returns to where you are standing, near the entrance to the living room.

>"Now," she says, rolling her shoulders and neck. "What're we gonna do first?"

>"Well you see." you tell her. "I just wanted you here with me, I didn't get too in depth on plans for the weekend. So really, I guess it's up to you."

>"Up to me huh?" she thinks to herself. "Then. Let's start off with some Smash. I've been practicing a bit."

>Now that's a plan. You're always up for some Smash Bruhs.

>You head into the living room and set it up.

>Time to see how much this practice has done for her.

>Turns out, this practice has done quite a bit for her.

>She's quite a bit better now than she was.

>After two matches with your main characters, she kept up with you pretty well.

>But of course, if you lose your dominance in Smash, then you'll have nothing, so you gave no mercy.

>However, to avoid any tryharding, you both decided to play a couple games as random characters, or with bots.

>And the matches were a bit more even that way.

>Things were pretty chill so far.

>Until Mirabelle proposed an idea.

>"Alright, time to make these games a bit more interesting."

>Oh yeah, how?" you ask.

>"Strip Smash." she says in the most casual way possible.

>You look at her.

>Oh hell yeah.

>Wait. Hell no.

>"Unfair, can't do that." you say.

>"Why not?" she asks.

>"Because once I start winning, I will immediately start losing." you explain. "Your body distracts me, you'd have an unfair advantage."

>"Okay fine, weenie." she relents. "How about something more simple? Loser does whatever the winner wants?"

>"Okay yeah, that is more simple." you nod. "One problem though. I already do whatever you want me to anyway."

>"This is different though. It's about principle."

>"And you know. If you want me to do something, you could just use your Rite. You know I'd honor it." you remind her.

>She shakes her head. "That's too easy."

>Well okay then.

>What could she even want you to do that requires you to take a weird oath of obedience in the form of a bet?

>"Alright then? So what do you want if you win?" you ask straight up.

>She folds her arms. "Mm, I want us to go on a date."

>... That's it?

>You may have expected this to just be a stay at home kind of weekend, but she doesn't need to win a bet to get you to--

>Wait.

>"... What kind of date?" you ask with a harshness to your tone.

>"I just want to go to the mall." she answers.

>"And do what at the mall?" you continue to question.

>"To spend time together. Why are you interrogating me?"

>"Because I know exactly what it is you really want to do at that mall." you say.

>"Whatever do you mean?" she asks innocently.

>That innocence is a lie.

>"Well let's see." you start. "Ever since that time in the river, you've been a little more open to the public affection."

>"Uh huh." she says idly.

"When school was ending, you couldn't help but tell me how empty all these many side hallways and classrooms were getting. And how nobody would notice us if we were to fool around."

>"Okay." she responds.

>"I'm also pretty sure you've already been scoping out every place we go to in an effort to find secluded spots that we can get freaky in without getting caught."

>"Okay okay." she throws her hands up. "I admit that it turns out that I have a thing. I like this thing. I might want us to engage in this thing."

>"Did you really have to acquire the most socially dangerous thing?" you ask.

>"I'm just trying to keep things exciting." she shrugs.

>"It hasn't even been an entire year yet! If we have to keep things exciting already, maybe we're doing something wrong."

>"Not true." she says, wagging a finger at you. "Variety is the spice of life, as they say."

>You gently palm your face.

>"Alright fine. Then what about you?" she asks.

>"What about me?" you ask back.

>"If you don't like my thing, then what about one of yours? What are you into?"

>"... I never said I didn't like it, just that it was dangerous." you shrug.

>"So you're fine with it then?" she raises an eyebrow at you.

>"I mean, just know that if we ever get caught, I'm pretty sure we'll be arrested."

>"What happened to 'to arrest me, they gotta catch me'?" she says in mockery of your voice. "Just don't get caught then, duh."

>"You know, I'm pretty sure the majority of our town can smell when someone standing 30 meters away doesn't brush their teeth. I think it'd be kind of easy to catch us."

>She doesn't seem to have a response to that, she stares at you silently for a moment.

>"Anyway," she says "You never answered me. What about one of your things?"

>"I don't have a thing." you say.

>"Well that can't be true." she responds.

>"Then you're my thing."

>"You're my thing too, that doesn't count." she counters.

>But you're not entirely lying.

>You aren't a guy with many fetishes, at least you think you aren't.

>You never really broached the many subgenres during your late night research.

>...

>Well.

>Now that you're consciously thinking about it, there was something you came across by accident, that wasn't entirely vanilla.

>But while you kind of enjoyed watching it, you never really thought about actually trying it.

>"Like, what are most guys into? Roleplay or something?" Mirabelle continues down this line of questioning.

>"Meh." you say simply.

>"Or are you into something a little more extreme. Like... Are you a backdoor kinda guy?"

>You actually look up toward your kitchen.

>The backdoor to your house is actually a side door.

>And you're not entirely sure what that has to do with what you're talking abo-

>Oh.

>... Ooohh.

>"... No?" you say.

>"You didn't sound too confident with your answer there." she replies.

>"No I'm not." you say more firmly. "Granted I don't have the knowledge or experience to say with absolute certainty that I'm not, but for now I will adamantly state that it ain't that."

>You look back to your television, where you've been sitting at the character select screen for a while now.

>"Anyway, are you trying to make that bet or what?" you throw out, desperate to change the subject.

>"Fine fine. We'll come back to this later." she says, granting you freedom from this topic. "After all, I do still want my date."

>"Yeah yeah." you roll your eyes. "You win and you can have whatever you want."

>"Whatever I want huh? Oh, you've done it now." she says.

>"That's not what I meant, that's just-"

>"Too late, you already said it. You're a man of your word aren't you?"

>"Of course, but that's just a-"

>"Match is starting." she says, pulling a pro gamer move and sitting forward on the couch.

>"Ah that's it," you grumble. "When I win, we're binging so many horror movies."

>...

>You just got hustled.

>Either that, or Mirabelle is secretly some kind of EVO expo tournament goer, and has just been going easy on you every time you play.

>Because there's no other possible explanation to how easily she just wrecked your shit.

>You managed to take one stock, but only after she brought you to 100 percent.

>And then after that she proceeded to stomp you into space dragon dust.

>You even tried to run it back for a best 2 out of three, and the second round went worse than the first.

>You stare dumbfounded as the television displays a victorious Sheek while Redliy claps in utter disappointment.

>You tear your gaze away and look to Mirabelle.

>She's leaned back in the couch, arms crossed and a look of absolute smug plastered on her face.

>"The hell just happened here?" you ask in disbelief.

>"I think I won." she answers.

>"No duh, that! I mean how?!" you exclaim.

>"Told you I've been practicing." she answers. "Joseph taught me. He plays fighting games religiously, so I had him help me out."

>That's not fair. That's not fair at all.

>You slump downward in defeat.

>"Now. I believe your words were 'I can have whatever I want'." she reminds you.

>"Fine." you mumble. "Whadda ya want?"

>"Hmm. You know, I did walk all the way over here." she says, lifting her feet and rolling her ankles. "My feet kind of hurt."

>She's been here for a few hours already, her feet do not hurt anymore.

>But you can guess where she's heading.

>"Ya want me to rub your feet?" you ask emptily.

>"Would you? That would be nice." she says with a big ol' grin.

>You sigh heavily, then hold your hands out, expecting her to turn on the couch so you can remain seated.

>Her response is to turn her nose up and kick her legs in front of her.

>So you guess she wants you to sit in front of her as you do it.

>You sigh again, and place yourself in front of Mirabelle.

>You gently remove her footwear and take one of her feet in your hands.

>You have never rubbed someone's goddamn feet before, so you aren't entirely sure how to go about it.

>You think back to the movements and motions Lin made during her massages, and attempt to emulate them.

>You take your time as you press your thumbs into her foot. attempting to alleviate her pain.

>At least you hope that's what you're doing.

>You alternate between gentle rubs and forceful presses.

>You glance up at Mirabelle to check her reactions.

>Her eyes are half closed, but she's watching you with a gentle smile on her face.

>She's not complaining, so you must be doing fine.

>You continue to do as you're doing.

>After a while, you get into a kind of rythym.

>It's a tranquil kind of focus, like crocheting, or kneading dough.

>You switch to the other foot and apply the same techniques to this one.

>And once again after a while, you take a look at Mirabelle.

>The smile is still there but her eyes are closed now.

>"I have a confession to make." she says sleepily.

>"Huh?" you mumble.

>"I didn't actually walk here." she tells you. "I took an Oober."

>To be honest, a part of you figured that.

>It's still summer and she doesn't look like she trekked several miles in summer heat.

>"So you just wanted to mess with me a bit, huh?" you say.

>"Mmhmm." is her response.

>Alright then.

>A devious idea strikes you.

>We do a little trolling.

>You can vaguely remember a few moments in your life from when you were a wee lad.

>A moment that comes to you now is when your mother did this strange thing with you.

>Some kind of toddler game where she grabbed your toes and said something about little piggies and markets.

>But the important bit is what she did with those toes.

>It felt like what happens when you crack your knuckles, but with your toes, so it was simultaneously painful but ticklish.

>Actually. Will this work on rabbit feet?

>While you have a good grasp on anthro physiology, you neglected to ask Mr. Warburton if you would be able to play little piggy with Mirabelle's tootsies.

>... Worth a try.

>You grip Mirabelle's baby toe between your index finger and thumb.

>You keep her foot steady as you pull back on it, gently but with enough force to get the reaction you need.

>You feel in your hands and hear in your ears a tiny pop.

>Mirabelle opens her eyes and looks at you.

>You continue quickly and pop the rest of the toes on her right foot, then stare up at her, hoping to find a face of discomfort.

>Absolutely nothing has changed on her face.

>What? Why didn't that work?

>Does it not feel as strange for rabbits as it does for humans?

>While you're contemplating your failed troll tactic, Mirabelle brings her left foot up and flexes her toes in front of your face.

>"Don't forget these ones too." she says.

>You deflate instantly.

>Not only did it not disturb her, she's actually fine with it.

>She took your trolling.

>Can't have shit in Towngrove.

>You repeat the process on the rest of her toes.

>"What, did you think that toe thing was going to bother me?" she asks.

>"Honestly, yes." you admit. "It's supposed to feel weird and uncomfortable."

>"Oh it does." she says.

>You look up at her in confusion.

>"Have you forgotten once again, that I have several older brothers? Having your toes popped is like the classic 'my older sibling is a jerk' move."

>... Well you wouldn't know about that.

>"Anyway," she says. "So about that date."

>Damn you almost forgot about that.

>"What time are we going tomorrow?" you ask.

>"... What makes you think we're going tomorrow?" she asks back.

>Huh?

>"Because you-" you start but immediately stop.

>Almost outed yourself.

>"Because it's kind of sudden?" you recover.

>"Hmmm." she hums.

>She looks at the time.

>"Hey Anon, are you hungry?" she asks.

>You look at the clock now too.

>It's a little after noon, so yeah, lunch might not be a bad idea right about now.

>What's she gonna make you do now, cook something for her?

>Which isn't a problem.

>"Sure, I could eat." you answer.

>You look back to her and she's looking down at you, with a very taunting grin.

>One that says you just walked willingly into some kind of trap.

>You give her a confused glance.

>She brings her foot up and pushes against your shoulder lightly to get you to lean back.

>Then she moves to stand up.

>You try to do the same, but she grabs your shoulders and keeps you down as she raises herself up.

>You're still on the ground and she's standing in front of you.

>You're just about eye level with her hip line down here.

>You begin to move your head to look up at her, but some motion lower down brings your attention to it.

>In a swift and dextrous set of motions, Mirabelle unbuttons her shorts and drags them down, underwear and all.

>She steps out of one of the legs and widens her stance just a bit.

>So now her whole lower half is exposed.

>That grinding sound you hear?

>Those are the cogs in your brain spinning at max capacity, attempting to make sense of what just happened.

>Uhhh, Mirabelle?" you say, emanating confusion. "What are you doing?"

>"I'm giving you something to eat." she says softly.

>"Well, but you- this isn't-" you try, and fail, to make sentences.

>The scientist in you says this situation does not compute.

>You quickly throw your gaze downward toward her ankles.

>And sure enough, those do not look like her fancy underwear for sexy time shenanigans.

>So you didn't misinterpret, this isn't supposed to be sexy time.

>"You look confused." you hear, snapping you out of your mental breakdown.

>You look up at Mirabelle, and as if her face has no other possible expressions, her trademark grin is there.

>"Let me guess, 'She was wearing her normal underwear, she shouldn't be getting frisky today'." she says in an absolutely horrible mockery of your voice.

>You recoil in fear.

>And make a mental note to never think anything bad about Mirabelle ever.

>Since she's apparently learned to read your mind.

>You remain silent, because you can't even think of anything to say since you've somehow been caught red handed.

>"C'mon dude. You think I didn't notice you would check my bra at times when I would come over?" she asks.

>Your silence is golden, so you hold on to it.

>"And I know you figured out my game, because in the same way that my mood would be different, yours would be too once you learned what I was wearing underneath."

>That's not fair, you were just trying to get a read on her.

>"Granted, you were subtle. Just not subtle enough." she winks at you. "So I tried to fake you out. Looks like it worked."

>She folds her arms again, and looks at you with such an air of superiority, you feel like a peasant kneeling before an actual queen of old.

>"Get baited, and outsmarted."

>We've ben tricked, we've been backstabbed, and we've been quite possibly, bamboozled.

>You stare at her, mouth agape in utter lack of cerebral response.

>She takes that moment to lean forward and hook her hands behind your head and draw your face between her thighs.

>"Enjoy your lunch." she says.

>Your big brain has no more thoughts to deliver to your body, so you let your little brain take command.

>"And," she adds. "If anything, this will help you out."

>You try to say 'what' but your mouth is a bit preoccupied.

>She chuckles and stirs a bit at the vibration of your voice against her.

>"We're going on that date today. So the more stamina I spend now, means the less I'll have when we go out. So we'll be done just a bit faster."

>That makes sense in a way.

>If you have to match Mirabelle's pace all day, you'd be there for quite a long time. Which means more chances of getting found out.

>You get an odd motivation now.

>So you do what you know to do, and run your tongue back and forth over her slit.

>Which is slightly more difficult than normal because of the position you're in.

>Her fur is tickling your nose, you're just lucky it's not long enough to get you to start sneezing.

>That would be a mood killer.

>You continue your tongue motions until you get that precious aroused pearl to peak out.

>Now this is easier to get to.

>You clamp your lips over it and suck on it, running your tongue along it at the same time.

>Mirabelle's little moans enter your ears.

>You continue to roll and flick your tongue as if you were trying to tie a knot in a cherry stem.

>Which you've been told (by the internet) is the way to train your tongue and jaw muscles.

>Yet while she seems to enjoy the attention you're giving her clit, it doesn't seem to be quite enough for her.

>She takes small steps toward you and lifts herself onto her tiptoes.

>At the same time she applies more pressure on the back of your head to draw you in further.

>You flick your tongue a few more times before you slide down and take long draws up and down.

>You continue this motion where you lick up and down, then twirl your tongue around her clit before diving back down, like you're tracing a lowercase cursive i.

>Mirabelle moans louder now and is rocking her hips against your face.

>A long line of something dribbles down your chin, you aren't sure if it's your drool or her nectar.

>It could be either, it could be both.

>Mirabelle grinds harder, and one of her legs begins shaking and bouncing.

>You expect the end is coming so you double down on your motions.

>Which you're glad for Mirabelle's sensitivity, because you've read that it takes a lot longer to bring girls to climax with just oral.

>Twenty minutes with your neck like this would give you a crick.

>You loop your tongue in big exaggerated circles, encompassing every inch of her.

>She's huddled over you now, using you as support to keep her balance.

>But then she pulls her hips back, so she can sit on the couch.

>However she keeps her hands pressed against your head, therefore keeping your head united with her womanhood, refusing to allow you to break away.

>So you follow her to the couch and press your face even deeper into her when she collides with it.

>She hooks her legs around and over your shoulders.

>Now this position is a bit easier to work with.

>You dive back in and press your tongue directly into her honeypot.

>You wiggle and curl your tongue as you plunge it inside her.

>Her hips buck, she tugs at your hair.

>And she cums.

>And just like always when she cums, she holds you close and locks your head in with her thighs until she's done.

>But you've learned to prepare and avoid death by suffocation.

>Once her orgasm ends, she lets you go and collapses into the couch.

>She breathes a sigh of content.

>You wipe your face with your forearm.

>As you look up at her, you notice her already gazing at you.

>"Still hungry?" she asks wiith a smile.

>"Nah, I'm pretty full now." you say, punctuating with a lick of your lips.

>"Great." she says, stretching her legs and standing up. "Then we can get some real food and go on our date."

>"Wait, so soon?" you ask.

>"Yup. My buttons are pushed, I don't want to wait anymore."

>"... This was supposed to cool you down, not heat you up." you say.

>"Since when does an appetizer satisfy someone before the main course?" she asks.

>You sit in silence.

>She got you there.

>"Let's get cleaned up and ready to go. It'll be fun, you'll see." she says with a pat to the top of your head as she scurries off toward the bathroom.

>You mentally begin coming up with some sort of excuse you can use if the worst comes to pass.

>Something like, "I'm sorry officer. She's a rabbit you see. When they get in the mood, they really just can't wait. I promise we'll just stay home next time."

>Yeah, that won't help at all.

>You're grumbling at the idea.

>But deep down.

>You can feel that tinge of excitement.

>It may be a bit dangerous.

>But the most fun things in life usually are.

>You realize you're stil on the floor.

>So you stand up, and.

>Immediately sit down on the couch.

>You're gonna need a minute.

>Down, Lil 'Non!

>"You know." Mirabelle pokes her head back into the living room. "You were pretty focused and committed when you were rubbing my feet."

>"Okay?" you say.

>"Is that your thing?" she asks.

>"... No!" you shout.

>"Hey, I'm just making sure. I mean. I wouldn't be opposed to trying things out if you wanted to."

>You think about that.

>Probably a little longer than you should've if you wanted to convince her that you weren't some weird guy into feet.

>"Absolutely not." you say sternly.

>She shrugs and returns on her way to the bathroom.

>Foot fetish. Psh.

>What's next, she's gonna wonder if you have a thing for armpits?

>That's too far down the degen hole.

>TIM has everything!

>Almost.

>Hell, all they really need to do is add an amusement park or something and they really will have everything.

>You enjoy driving your car now, but now you have to deal with the biggest problem.

>Finding parking.

>Luckily for you, someone was leaving as you were arriving so you got to take their spot.

>You and Mirabelle enter toward the food court.

>So that you can get some actual food.

>Because no matter how much you wish it were, vagina is not a valid source of nutrition.

>After you've both had something to eat, you make your way through the mall.

>And while you initially thought Mirabelle was immediately going to take you into some back area and make you do the sex, you actually spent some time doing normal mall things.

>You went into a clothing shop and expected the whole, "I'm gonna go try on clothes, but oh, now I need your opinion, and whoops, now I'm in a provocative position, now let's fuck", kind of deal.

>But that was surprisingly not what happened.

>You actually did a lot of window shopping, and she actually bought a few things.

>It almost feels like you're just on a normal mall date.

>You continue on your way and something at the theater catches Mirabelle's attention.

>"Oh hey, I didn't know this movie was already out." she says, staring at one of the posters.

>You look at what she's seeing.

>With No Remorse.

>"What's it about?" you ask.

>She shrugs. "I 'unno, I don't care what it's about, I care about the actor."

>"Then who is-"

>You look at the bottom of the poster.

>Starring Mikeal B Jordin.

>"Oh shit, I'm in." you say and head straight to the ticket counter.

>And what do you know, there's a showing starting very soon.

>So you grab two tickets and walk in.

>Then you go to buy snacks.

>You prefer having candy over popcorn, so you grab a bag of gummies and a soda.

>Mirabelle gets a drink as well but nothing to snack on.

>"No snacks?" you ask.

>"I'll be alright." she says.

>Before she turns away and says quietly, "I've already got a snack."

>...

>Is she still full from lunch, or?

>You think back to the lewd lunch she fed you just a few hours ago.

>You're about to go into a dark room.

>Where multiple people tend to congregate.

>And you chose it yourself.

>Did you just get baited again?

>You walk into the theater room and take your seats.

>In the back, at Mirabelle's behest, because of course, why not.

>Once the movie starts, you scan the crowd.

>It isn't terribly full, and the people that did come chose to sit a bit closer to the screen.

>You aren't sure if this is good or bad.

>Like, if it were full, maybe she'd think twice about doing anything.

>But at the same time, if it's going to happen anyway, maybe it's better to keep empty.

>You do try to focus on the movie though.

>It's the ever popular, ex-soldier loses their family member and raises hell to rescue and/or avenge them.

>Which you've honestly had enough of, but hey. Mikeal B Jordin.

>You actually focus on the movie for a really long time.

>And you realize that Mirabelle hasn't tried anything yet.

>You look at her and find she seems just as focused on it as you were.

>Well. She did say she wanted to see it too.

>Hm. So maybe she isn't going to do anything.

>It comes to a part of the movie where there's a huge gunfight.

>LIke most of these movies tend to have.

>You catch out of the corner of your eye, Mirabelle's hand moving up.

>What, does she want to do that cliche thing where she rests her hand on yours?

>How cute.

>At least that's what you think befoe her hand completely jukes the armrest and comes down to stroke your thigh.

>... Bamboozled, once again.

>She was just waiting for a moment in the movie where the scenes got super acton packed.

>Her hand travels farther up your thigh until she comes dangerously close to your Lil 'Non.

>And then with all the grace of a beast annoyed by an obstacle, she yeets the armrest back into the upright position and leans herself toward your lap.

>She locks eyes with you for a moment before she continues on her downward path.

>She rubs at your manhood from over your pants for a moment, then with several swift movements, unbuttons and unzips.

>She takes you in her hand and exposes you to the chilly theater air.

>Even though no one sat on or near the row you're on, you still double take in both directions to make sure no one is nearby.

>Mirabelle however, doesn't seem to care if there are eyes on you, as she strokes you up and down with a single minded determination.

>And then she leans forward and gives the head a gentle kiss.

>And there it is.

>Even though General Brain says this mission is a danger, Private Lil 'Non is ready for action.

>You see Mirabelle smile and glance up at you, before she returns to planting kisses up and down your length.

>Even though there are explosions and gunfire ringing through the theater, you feel like you can still clearly hear the sound of the pecks Mirabelle is giving you.

>After that, she runs her tongue up and down, then circles it around the head a few times.

>Now that it's happening, you have to admit, you're a bit excited.

>You feel like you could burst at any moment and you're only in the early stages.

>Your nerves tell you to take another glance around though.

>Coast is still clear.

>Mirabelle wraps her lips around the head, but adjusts herself a bit so that she doesn't end up grazing you with her teeth.

>And then down she goes.

>Her hand is wrapped around the base, but she still takes quite a bit of you in.

>You take slow even breaths to calm yourself.

>You would hate to vocalize your pleasure and be the one to get you both caught.

>But Mirabelle is making that pretty difficult.

>She dives in deep, then swirls her tongue around your head when she retreats.

>She bobs her head in rythmic, rolling motions, and draws you ever closer to the edge.

>The movie continues to explode with the cacophany of action.

>But you really don't care about what's going on up there anymore.

>Your sole focus is on the rabbit going to work.

>She alters her pace, speeding up, then slowing down.

>She wraps her tongue around you, then pulls you out and flicks her tongue at the underside, before going back in for more.

>Yup, you can't take much more.

>You opt to tap her on the back a couple of times to let her know you're getting close.

>And just like you do when you know she's getting close, she doubles down on her movements and quickens the pace.

>Then she does something dangerous.

>Whether on purpose or unconsciously, you don't know.

>But towards the end, she lets out a loud slurping sound.

>It might have been covered by the sounds of the movie, but you heard it loud and clear.

>And though you want to check the crowd to make sure you were the only one, the movie isn't the only thing with something ready to explode.

>Your pleasure flows out of you, and Mirabelle thoughtfully takes it all.

>Wouldn't want to make a horrible mess of the theater.

>It seems to last a lot longer than they have recently.

>You almost feel like a piece of your soul went with it.

>You finish and almost melt into your chair.

>Mirabelle holds her place for a moment, before pulling back, mouth practically full.

>Luckily, you are prepared.

>You grabbed a stack of napkins, because sometimes things in the theaters need to be wiped down.

>Like chairs covered in popcorn crumbs or something.

>You go to retrieve your napkins to hand to Mirabelle.

>But she brings herself uncomfortably close to your ear.

>Gulp. Gulp.

>Two very loud noises blow your eardrum out.

>Your eyes shoot to Mirabelle.

>Her cheeks are no longer full.

>She retakes her seat, like nothing unusual just happened.

>Did she just...

>She didn't.

>She did.

>Let's hope she doesn't have to start a conversation with any nearby anthros.

>It is at this moment in time that you are glad your favorite fruit is pineapple.

>You continue to look at Mirabelle, flabbergasted and incredibly turned on.

>You glance down and find Lil 'Non craving more action.

>Well this ain't good.

>Mirabelle does swallow occassionally.

>But she really only does it when she wants to keep you excited.

>Because she knows that for whatever reason, it's like an instant resurrection button for your libido.

>You look at Mirabelle again.

>She looks at you and notices your failure to deflate.

>You manage to stuff yourself back in your pants with incredible difficulty.

>She smiles and stands up, grabs her shopping bags, then your hand and you walk out.

>Good thing your shirt is long enough vertically to cover this unseemly extension at the moment.

>As you walk out you pose a question. "You don't want to finish the movie? I thought you wanted to see it?"

>She responds. "Oh, I didn't really care about the movie. To be honest, I was just throwing something at the wall and hoping it stuck. I'm glad you knew that actor though, I wasn't looking forward to having to remember who it actually was."

>...

>Bait, bait and more bait.

>How many times will you get baited today?

>You should take Mirabelle fishing since she's such a master bait--

>Wait hold on, cancel that sentence.

>Mirabelle continues to hold your hand as she steps lively through the mall.

>You have to struggle to keep up with her.

>One because, she is still, as always, fast as fuck.

>But also because your loins still rage with an unquenched fire that makes it difficult to walk properly.

>Mirabelle leads you straight into the arcade.

>Now what could you possibly do in here? There aren't many places of secrecy you'd think.

>However, Mirabelle knows exactly where she's headed.

>"Do you still have credits on your game card?" she asks.

>"Uhh. Yeah?" you answer, as you pull your wallet out and grab your game card.

>"Good." she says, as she takes it and double times toward a specific machine.

>She stops abruptly in front of a strange booth like machine.

>Oh, this.

>It's one of those big machines that they usually use for like horror shooters.

>It's open but it has long thick curtains to keep light out and stuff.

>"You wanna get on this?" you ask. "Don't you have problems with scary stuff?"

>"It's fine. You'll be playing." she answers.

>Something tells you, that you will not actually be playing.

>You both crawl in, and she pushes you into the seat.

>"You sit here, and grab the big gun." she says.

>You do as she says.

>"Then I'll sit here." she continues, manuevering herself onto your lap. "And grab this big gun."

>She lifts herself up and once again manages to expose your pulsating rod.

>You're surprised she actually managed it with ease, considering it's a little difficult to get it to cooperate when it's in attack mode like this.

>She then takes her shorts and underwear, then drag them down until enough of her waiting womanhood is revealed.

>You angle yourself to the side.

>A decent amount of her hip and ass are clearly visible.

>"You know if anyone opens these curtains, we're done for?' you explain.

>"That's why we have a second curtain." she retorts.

>She then grabs the edges of your flannel shirt, and lifts them, holding them to her thighs, almost like a blanket.

>"Good thing you love these shirts, huh?" she says, looking over her shoulder and giving you a wink.

>Thank the Lord for your singular fashion choice.

>"Now let's start the game. Gotta sound like it's actually getting played." she says as she swipes your card.

>And as soon as it boots up, she leans back, positions herself above you and drops herself down.

>She retrieves the flaps of your shirt and with them obscuring vision of your coupling, she begins to rock herself steadily back and forth.

>And yeah. Try as you might to pretend to play this game, you can't fucking focus on this.

>You've got the love of your life, riding you in a booth game, in the middle of the arcade within the mall you frequently visit.

>Every time you come back here you will relive the moments of your degeneracy.

>As Mirabelle continues to roll her hips, and you try in vain to peek past her and blast whatever demonic monstrosities these are, your attention is more firmly brought to the heat you feel.

>The heat emanating from Mirabelle's loins connected to yours.

>The warmth of her body pressed against yours in this chilling arcade air.

>The cool breeze that encloses on you makes you desire her warmth even more.

>Your clothes are an obstruction, you'd much rather be at home devoid of them.

>And Mirabelle's rabbit physiology is beginning to show itself in force, because the light and gentle grinding she's doing doesn't last for much longer.

>She begins to bounce and hop up and down in your lap.

>She's trying very desperately to keep her voice in.

>But her quiet hum of 'mm's' and 'ooh's' that are gradually getting louder tell you that is a losing battle.

>And at the same time you are losing the battle as well.

>Your battle to resist the building pleasure.

>And your battle in this goddamn video game.

>Mirabelle increases the speed in which she moves.

>Her voice leaks out in greater volume.

>She leans back against you and rests the back of her head against your shoulder.

>You can hear the sounds of her ass crashing against your lap.

>You can also hear the sounds of random passerbys walking passesd the site of your decadence.

>Every time you hear an outside voice, or a suprisingly sharp laugh, you clench in fear.

>Your heart pounds a bit harder, and you're sure Mirabelle would be able to feel it if her movements weren't so violent and wild.

>You hear a group of voices dangerously close to you now, and you pray that they aren't coming to this machine.

>The voices don't quite fade though so you can only assume that they're either waiting for you two to be done with this game, or they went to the machine next to you.

>You would think the danger of getting caught would cause you to fade, but you can feel yourself throbbing in excitement.

>You're enjoying this aren't you?

>You're just like Mirabelle.

>Mirabelle's ears are standing up at attention, desperately trying to receive all manner of sound and noise.

>Yet at the same time you can feel her getting tighter around you.

>Your lifebar in the game drains like a countdown to your imminent real world detonation.

>"Are you, mmm. Getting close, Anon?" Mirabelle asks you through her moans.

>"Yep" you spit out quickly, attempting to clench your muscles and ebb the building finale away.

>"It's fiine. I, aaam too. Do it, quick." she tells you.

>And normally, you need no more instruction to give her what she craves.

>But what are you going to do about cleanup here?

>You didn't bring those napkins.

>That probably wouldn't be the best idea anyway.

>But Mirabelle grinds and bounces and forces the both of you to the end goal, despite your apprehension.

>Oh well.

>Questions can be answered by a man in post nut clarity.

>Let the you in a minute from now deal with this problem.

>The you of now seeks glorious release.

>And so you do.

>As Mirabelle's body shakes in orgasm and her walls clench down on you, you thrust your hips upward and release a torrent of your essence inside her.

>Mirabelle presses her lips together tightly, humming and vibrating as she keeps her voice held in.

>You hear a large droning countdown followed by a deep voice bellowing 'GAME OVER'.

>Well that's bullshit cuz you feel like you just won right now.

>Until you hear a voice steadily approaching.

>"I hear it's pretty scary though, so it might not be the best thing for-"

>And then the curtain on your right slides open violently and some black furred canine peaks his head in.

"Oh damn sorry." he says. "Didn't know y'all were in here, the 'in use' light wasn't on."

>He looks at the screen and sees your game over. "Oh, y'all just finished huh?"

>Well he's right about that!

>You sit frozen, staring at the screen for a while.

>You slowly and robotically turn your head in his direction.

>"Oh shit. Is it actually that scary?" he asks with a look of mild worry.

>"Mhm." you squeak like a fucking mouse.

>A girl, another canine, but a completely different breed than the guy, peeks around his shoulder.

>She sees you two, or more likely sees Mirabelle in your lap and goes "Aww."

>She probably thinks the position you're in is cute.

>If only she knew it was actually laced with perversion.

>Mirabelle has remained unmoving.

>You can't leave with them staring at you.

>"Hey uh." you say to the two dogs. "You mind if we get a moment. My girlfriend really isn't the best with horror, I think she might even cry, so I don't want anyone to see her like that."

>"Oh shit yeah, no problem man. Sorry." the dog says and promptly shuts the curtain.

>Free from the prying eyes of an almost audience, Mirabelle springs to life.

>She detaches herself from your lap and throws her pants on quickly, with no regards to the mess currently attempting to spill between her thighs.

>"Let's go." she whispers quickly.

>You stow yourself back in your pants.

>"Just like that? You don't wanna hit the restroom first?" you ask.

>She shakes her head and is already up and out of the machine.

>"Remember that thing you said, about some people being able to smell things from far away?" she reminds you. "Yeah I don't wanna be here for that, just in case."

>"Oh. Yeah that makes sense." you say idly.

>You begin to walk out, but reach back in and grab Mirabelle's shopping bags.

>"Race ya to the car." she says.

>You nod and both break out into a dead sprint out of the building.

>Luckily there were no security guards or anything to chase you down and wonder why you both booked it so quickly out of there.

>She leaves you in the dust, obviously.

>You find where you parked, unlock your car, jump in, and take off towards home.

>Once you get a good distance away, you slow down to a reasonable pace.

>No need to get a ticket.

>"Well." you say. "I hope you enjoyed yourself."

>"I did." she replies happily, before looking straight down into her lap, then back to you. "You did too."

>And you have no possible way to deny that.

>But there's gotta be an easier way to get your kicks with this kinda kink.

>You give a sigh of exhaustion.

>"I hope you're not ready to tap out yet." Mirabelle says.

>"Whatchu mean?"

>"We aren't done yet. We've got a lot of catching up to do." she explains.

>"... We don't gotta do it all today!" you exclaim.

>"We have to catch up to all the time we lost. And then we have to make the best use of our alone time together."

>So basically, it's gonna be a long weekend.

>"We can use this time to figure out what your thing is." she adds.

>You shake your head and shrug.

>She really isn't gonna let this go, is she?

>Okay then, so be it.

>If she wants to find out your thing, you'll just have to show her what it is.

>Dawn of the second day.

>You come to consciousness after a surprisingly blissful night's sleep.

>And dear Mother Maria you feel absolutely fantastic.

>Which is completely contrary to how you expected to feel after Mirabelle proceeded to wring you dry once you got home yesterday.

>You open your eyes and get a blessed sight of an adorable white rabbit nestled comfortably in your arms.

>Mr. Warburton was right, and then some.

>A slice of Heaven does not even begin to compare to the glorious feeling this is.

>You would once again beseech gods, devils, and eldritch old ones to grasp this moment for eternity.

>And you know what, you will.

>Forget what you've said about it being too early, you can say with almost 100 percent accuracy that you're already thinking about the rest of your life with this girl.

>Don't let your dreams be dreams.

>Because this is the best feeling in the world, and you refuse to let go of it.

>Let some idiot try and tell you that it's wrong or weird to love an anthro, and you will personally square up and knock that punk ass thought clean out of their dome.

>You lay in bed and watch Mirabelle sleep for a bit longer.

>Taking mental pictures of her sleeping face to save into your memory bank.

>You roll yourself over gently to grab your phone and check the time.

>Seems like a good time for breakfast.

>Even though every fiber of your being screams to stay in this loving embrace, your stomach shouts that after the entirety of yesterday's s burning of energy, you need to start your day with some sustenance.

>So you delicately slip out of bed and stand up.

>And it's surprisingly chilly.

>You look at yourself and realize you're standing in the nude.

>Not even in your boxers, this is new.

>You glance back at Mirabelle one more time.

>>And then move to your drawers to put on some simple house clothes.

>You go downstairs to figure out what to make for breakfast.

>You're feeling french toast, so you go with that.

>It's quick and simple.

>Besides that you've got a couple of assorted fruits in the fridge, so you'll cut up a few of them to serve with it.

>What else might be good?

>You hold your hand over your stomach as if it actually allows you to commune with it.

>Your tummy's feeling hash browns.

>Do you have potatoes?

>You dig through the fridge once more, and lo and behold, you find exactly two potatoes.

>All according to keikaku.

>According to Blake, keikaku means plan.

>So you begin throwing breakfast together.

>And a little while later you're almost done, when you hear "G'morning."

>Ahh, the dead hath risen.

>"Morning." you say over your shoulder. "I'm almost done here if you wanna get in on some of this brea-"

>You turn to look at her and your brain blue screens yet again.

>She is.

>Currently wearing one of your flannel shirts.

>And nothing else.

>And that.

>Oh baby.

>That's illegal. Completely illegal.

>Go to horny jail immediately.

>"Umm." you squeak. "Didn't you. Bring your own clothes?"

>"Hm? Yeah." she says absently. "But I didn't feel like going in my bag and wasting time putting something together, y'know."

>She holds the edges together at her midsection and lets the shoulders fall down around her arms.

>"Besides, I figured you would like this." she says with that grin and a wink.

>Welp, you're feeling pretty hot right now.

>But that's, y'know just because you're working over the stove and stuff.

>It is definitely too early for degen antics.

>You force your mind to return its focus to preparing breakfast.

>You finish, make two plates, pour some juice, and proceed to stuff your face in order to avoid needing the use of words.

>After breakfast, you two clean up and actually spend some time watching things on Netflicks.

>Mirabelle adamantly refuses to put on any other clothes though, and spends her time in your flannel.

>It's amazing how much effect one piece of clothing has on your monkey brain.

>This is nueron activation at its most potent.

>You feel like you've spent more time looking at Mirabelle than you have watching... Whatever it is that's on right now.

>Centaurplanet?

>You kind of wish you were more of an artist so you could draw her as she is right now.

>Like you could recreate one of those paintings of Venus, or Denae.

>But more than trying to look like the work of art that she is. She seems more like she's trying to seduce you.

>And of course it's working.

>She leans into you, bending her legs, showing off parts of her body.

>She lays flat on the couch, resting her head in your lap.

>However the god of tasteful nudity keeps your shirt from revealing too much of her body.

>It's simultaneously annoying, and tantalizing.

>"Mirabelle." you say sternly.

>'Hmm?" she says innocently.

>"You keep teasing me like this and I'm gonna act up." you say in warning.

>"Whatever do you mean?" she eggs you on.

>You lower the tone of your voice to an almost sinister level and ask "Are you trying to find out?"

>Her eyes open wide and her taunting grin falters slightly.

>She regains her composure quickly though and asks "What do you have in mind?"

>You turn off the television, stand up, grab her hand, and pull her with you toward your room.

>Once there, you sit her down on your bed.

>"Sit still." you say with as commanding a tone as you can muster.

>Then you turn toward your clothes drawer and begin searching through the top one for something of use.

>You don't actually have tools for this kind of stuff, so you're going to have to improvise.

>"What's going on?" Mirabelle asks.

>"I lied to you." you begin. "I do have a thing. Everyone does. And since you've been trying so hard to figure it out, I guess it's about time I show it to you. See how you feel about it, and such."

>"See I knew you did!" she exclaims. "Alright lay it on me, whatcha got?"

>You turn around holding a bandana and a sash from some halloween costumes you had a long time ago.

>"Stand up. Turn around." you command.

>She gives you a quizzical look for a brief second, but complies.

>You take her arms and place them horizontally parallel with each other.

>Then you use the bandana to tie her arms together.

>"... Oh. I think I see where this is going." she says in a moment of clarity.

>"Oh you see, do you?" you say tauntingly.

>She nods her head.

>"Well now you don't." you chuckle as you bring the sash up to her head and tie it around her eyes in a blindfold.

>Then you spin her back around to face you and push her to sit on your bed.

>"How's that?" you ask in a moment of sincerity. "Too tight or anything?"

>"Uhh. No?' she says, wiggling her arms a bit.

>She sounds a bit nervous.

>Which is kind of what you want.

>"You okay with this?" you ask. "I did kind of just spring it on you. I may be into it, but that doesn't mean you are, I can stop."

>"Things are really about to get Fifty Shades in here, aren't they?" she asks, more to herself than to you. "It's fine. I'm sure I can take it, just. Y'know, don't get too crazy on me."

>It's not like you have the ability to get too crazy.

>"Okay then. Well. If I do end up doing anything you don't like, just uh. Yell out 'Carrots' or something."

>Though as a beginner yourself, you probably won't get in depth enough to even need a safe word.

>"Pfft, I'm not gonna say that." she says, probably rolling her eyes underneath her blindfold.

>"Ohh, too tough for safe words are we?" you say tauntingly, while grabbing her by the shoulders, and laying her down.

>She flinches at your touch, but otherwise remains composed.

>"I just mean I'm not going to say that specific word. It's stupid and embar-"

>She pauses as she realizes that you aren't just laying her down, but turning her around.

>So now she's on her back with her legs away from you and her head facing you.

>Her head hangs over the edge of your bed and her ears droop down to the floor.

>You drop your shorts and watch her ears twitch from the light rustle of them hitting the ground.

>"Huh? You were saying?" you prod.

>She has no more words to offer.

>In fact, it looks like she swallowed her words, with the physical gulp you just witnessed.

>You're already hard as iron from all the sensual displays from earlier, and the anticipation of what's coming, so there's no need to waste any time.

>You inch yourself slightly closer and plant the head of your cock against Mirabelle's lips.

>She once again flinches at your touch and then freezes.

>"Open." you order.

>And she obeys.

>You glide your head up and down against her tongue slowly.

>Then bring your hips forward and invade her mouth.

>Her body shudders as you do so.

>And that simple motion sent an exciting chill through your spine.

>You push forward until you've placed about half of your length in her mouth, then pause for a few moments.

>You drag yourself back out just as slowly, then return forward.

>After a few more repititions of this motion, you push another inch forward, before you retreat.

>then another. And another.

>Until Mirabelle has effectively taken the whole thing.

>Then you pause once again.

>You can kind of hear but mostly feel Mirabelle's garbled voice reverberating through your loins.

>You can't tell if she's actually trying to speak to you or not.

>You do however realize that Mirabelle wouldn't be able to use a safe word like this.

>"So." you say. "If any of this gets too uncomfortable just, bicycle kick your legs or something and I'll cut it out."

>"Mm. Grrk." are, the sounds that attempt to exit Mirabelle's throat.

>Unfortunately, her throats a bit plugged up at the moment.

>You reel your hips back until your tip reaches the edge of Mirabelle's lips.

>She doesn't seem extremely troubled.

>Time to proceed.

>You slowly drag your hips forward and backward as you seek your own solitary pleasure using Mirabelle's mouth.

>Making sure not to scrape yourself on her teeth, you get into a steady rythym.

>Diving all the way in, then pulling all the way back.

>You listen to the strange sounds she's making, confirming that they arent vocalizations of pain or discomfort.

>But whatever those sounds are, they are strangely erotic at the moment.

>You notice that, this doesn't really feel like normal succ, since she's not actively participating in the ways she normally does.

>Kinda feels more like you're just using her like a toy.

>Which you guess is kind of part of the fetish, huh?

>But meh, you may be getting your kicks, but you wouldn't want Mirabelle to feel neglected.

>You're pretty sure that's a whole different subgenre to the kink.

>So you as you proceed to use her mouth as you are, you arch forward and run your hands along her body.

>And just as she has before, she flinches when you touch her.

>Those reactions excite you.

>Guess the blindfold is doing its job.

>You run your hands up and down her sides, rubbing her belly as well.

>Then you drag your hands up and cup both of her perfectly modest breasts.

>Time to up the intensity.

>You up the tempo of your hip thrusts slightly.

>And at the same time you pinch both of her nipples.

>She squeals beneath you and her back arches a bit.

>However you don't slow down your hips or your fingers.

>You pinch and tweak her nipples as you continue to draw your length in and out.

>This is strangely enjoyable.

>So enjoyable perhaps, that you're already feeling ready to burst.

>But that would be too easy.

>So you put a hold on everything.

>You release her and draw your manhood from the warm maw you nestled it in.

>As you pull back, you spy Mirabelle's tongue peeking out from the bottom of her lip.

>You pull back, ready to move on to the next stage.

>But something catches your attention.

>Mirabelle's neck.

>It's very.

>Exposed.

>And vulnerable.

>Your hand takes on a mind of its own and you clasp your hand around her throat.

>The garbled "hmm' of surprise and confusion catches your attention as well.

>You wait for a bicycle kick of refusal.

>But it does not come.

>You give yourself a brief moment to recover.

>And then continue for a bit longer, holding on to Mirabelle's throat as you continue to use her.

>Alright, you really will already cum if you keep going.

>So you abruptly pause.

>... Eh.

>Just a few more for good measure.

>You toss a few finishing thrusts back and forth before you withdraw completely.

>Mirabelle lays there, breathing heavily. She coughs a few times, but nothing too disastrous.

>You retrieve your hand from her throat and grip her by her shoulders again, before turning her properly onto your bed.

>You crwal on to it yourself and kneel in front of her.

>Like a vicious beast being offered an innocent sacrifice.

>You roll your neck and the joints pop satisfyingly.

>The sound however causes Mirabelle to jump and her ears to shoot up.

>you grab her legs by the knee and spread them apart.

>Expecting to need to give her some more excitement before you could get to actual business, but.

>She is. Drenched, soaked, other various voluminous liquid based terms.

>She's more turned on than you expected.

>And these sounds escaping her.

>As she breathes, after she inhales, there's this tiny squeak that comes out.

>It almost sounds. Like a whimper.

>You really hope the blindfold is actually working, because you would hate for her to see the sadistic smile that's crossing your face.

>You want to know what other sounds you can get her to make.

>You line your head up with her entrance.

>She flinches in response.

>You push forward until the head makes its way inside.

>And in one swift and unyeilding motion, you jam the rest of your length in until you bottom out.

>She squeals at the sudeen motion and clenches you so tight that you can't even retreat.

>You feel her walls contract and relax several times.

>Is that?

>Did she?

>You just stuck it in, there's no way. You won't count that.

>You bring your hands under her legs to grip her at the bend of the knee.

>Then you begin to thrust at a moderate pace.

>No slow buildup this time, you're diving right in.

>Mirabelle doesn't even try to contain her moans.

>At the same time, her back is arching and she's writhing in the confines you've set her in.

>You continue at this pace and slam your hips into hers.

>You think about what you're going to do to her next.

>But the pitch in her moans change, and you take notice.

>Her body writhes.

>She grits her teeth.

>And her walls begin to clench heavily once again.

>Oh, so she did.

>You continue to thrust to give her those final throngs of pleasure.

>And then you stop abruptly.

>"So, what do you think so far?" you ask. "Enjoying yourself?"

>You wait for her to catch her breath and answer you.

>She doesn't speak. But she does nod.

>"What's that? That's not what I want." you say." I know your mouth works. I just proved it does a few moments ago. So I want to hear you say it."

>She stays silent for a few moments longer.

>"Y-yes." she finally relents.

>"Yes what?" you throw back.

>"I'm... Enjoying myself."

>"So." you say, embodying all the sass she's ever given you. "You like being tied up?"

>Once again, she goes silent.

>Then you manage to catch a faint "Mhm".

>You lean in close to her and ask "What was that?"

>She senses how close you are and slightly shrinks away. But she still gives you the answer you want. "I. Like being tied up."

>You lean back and chuckle villainously. "Yeah, I can tell. You already came twice."

>She opens her mouth to respond, probably to deny it.

>But she knows she can't.

>"And you're about to get a third." you say, renewing your thrusts. "And yet I haven't even got one yet."

>You lean in close once again and say, "Isn't that a bit selfish of you?" with as malicious a voice as you can conjure.

>You don't expect her to respond.

>But when she does, it throws you for a loop.

>"I- I'm sorry." she barely whispers.

>"What was that?" you ask.

>You heard. But you just want to hear it again.

>"I'm sorry." she says more clearly.

>"I guess we'll see how sorry you are." you say.

>You let go of one of her legs to bring your hand to her face.

>She twitches as you cup her cheek.

>You stroke it gently.

>Before you take your thumb and hook it into the side of her cheek.

>Seeing this has always been kind of hot, yet you aren't sure why.

>Then Mirabelle makes it even better by letting her tongue loll out of her mouth.

>Ooh that's good.

>You're reaching the end here.

>All that pausing and slowing down and building up you did means this might be a biggun.

>You remove your thumb from Mirabelle's cheek and return it to her leg.

>"Hey Mira... How flexible do you think you are?" you ask.

>"I- mm, I- I, dunnooo." is her vague answer.

>You shrug. "Guess we'll find out."

>You take her legs and push them back into you've basically pinned her legs to be parallel with her body.

>You're almost sure this is a variant of the mating press.

>Ah well you will proceed as you are.

>Mirabelle squeals in some sort of erotic fusion of shock and excitement.

>And you lay into her with hard, deep strokes.

>You've got a whole new batch of baby batter ready to bestow on this bunny.

>And you give a final few thrusts and burst.

>Your orgasm pushes Mirabelle over the edge for the third climax in such a short amount of time.

>You let her insides strangle the life from your manhood for a bit longer, before you quickly free yourself from her grip.

>You release her legs like a youth who's grown bored of a toy he's been playing with.

>You look at Mirabelle's face.

>Her tongue is still hanging from her mouth (which you honeslty thought was just a porn thing) and you can faintly see the edges of the scarf growing slightly damp.

>It might be time to call it good here.

>Is what you think beofre you absolutely nix that pathetic idea.

>You grip Mirabelle by the shoulder and hip.

>Then roll her over on to her stomach.

>You grab her hips and reel them back until she's up on her knees.

>It's almost like the widely acclaimed doggy style.

>But she can't use her arms to hold herself up.

>So she's actually.

>Ass up, face down.

>LIke that Fat Jow song from a few years ago.

>You understand the appeal, finally.

>She turns her head slightly and asks "We- we're still going?"

>"Of course we are. I usually have to keep up with you, I know you can keep up with me." you tell her.

>You know she wants more, just like you do.

>And it does not take you long to return to fighting form.

>So you place a hand on her ass and line up.

>Then return to your rightful place within.

>And begin your hammering in earnest.

>You start straight off with a decently quick pace, because your pleasure and hers will accept no less.

>You watch the way Mirabelle's body moves as you slam into her.

>Her head turned toward the right.

>You can't see her eyes obviously.

>You watch her ears bounce and flop.

>You move your flannel that she's still wearing farther up her back, then take your finger and drag it directly down her spine and watch her ears jump straight up.

>...

>Her ears.

>A wicked idea buries itself in your cruel mind.

>You pull her back by her tied up forearms until she's basically in the normal doggy style pose.

>Then with your free hand, you take both of her ears and grab onto them as if they were a long lock of her hair.

>And then you tug slightly backward on them.

>And her entire body reacts to that.

>You wouldn't attempt to tug drastically hard or hold her weight up by her ears.

>That would probably be like trying to hold a human up by their ears.

>But you do give them slight tugs backward when you thrust forward.

>And her insides clench every time you do.

>"Ahh, Anooo-. Tha- my, earsss!" she falters in forming coherent sentences.

>But!

>She's not saying the word, so she must be fine.

>You continue. For a time.

>Until you get another devious idea.

>Speaking of buts.

>This one right here is a prime target.

>You release her ears and arms without warning and her face plops right back into your pillows.

>Then you bring your right hand up.

>You gaze deeply at your target.

>This hand glows with an awesome power!

>You smack Mirabelle's ass.

>And the reaction is immediate.

>She seizes up.

>She tries to scream out but her voice actually catches in her throat.

>You continue to move your hips without mercy though.

>Or you'd like to, but you actually do slow down to give her a moment to recover.

>She bites into one of your pillows.

>You gently rub the cheek you just decimated in apology.

>"Aww, did I hit you too hard?" you coo tauntingly.

>"Mmmff." she grumbles, still chomped into your pillow.

>"No?" you try to confirm.

>She takes a few stuttery, shaky breaths in and out of her nose. Then slowly shakes her head.

>"Alright then." You lift your hand.

>Just the action of raising your hand from her body causes her to flinch.

>She tenses up. Because she knows what you're about to do again.

>You bring your hand back down across her pliant flesh.

>She squeals again as you make contact.

>You drop your hand again.

>And again. And again.

>You tan the other side of her hide to keep it even.

>Then you resume your piston motions.

>You alternate your rythym.

>You smack her ass at moments during your retreat.

>Which makes the reentry even better as she clenches around you.

>The resounding clap that echoes in your room brings you pleasure.

>So much so that you think you're approaching the end again.

>So you relent on the tenderizing.

>And bring your hand to the base of the fluffy nub that's been going crazy for a while now.

>You wrap your hand around her tail as best you can.

>And as you cum you pull upwards on it, like you're trying to pluck a carrot from the ground.

>You empty your tank in Mirabelle.

>And apparently Mirabelle's orgasm hit her even harder than you and her expected.

>Because her honeypot is flowing.

>She's shaking and twitching violently.

>Her fingers and toes are flexing wildly.

>And then her legs can't support her anymore and she collapses.

>This could possibly be what people on the internet refer to as "fucked silly".

>Phew.

>That was amazing.

>You pat her on the ass twice.

>She is currently unresponsive.

>Alright, time to free her from her bonds.

>And possibly get murdered as soon as you do.

>It will be a death well earned, and well deserved.

>You reach over gently and undo the bandana on her arms, then toss it to the side and undo her blindfold.

>She blinks several times trying to regain her perception, and stares vaguely in your direction.

>Alright, you've had your fun, time to return to normal Anon mode.

>"You okay Mira?' you ask with genuine concern. "I didn't go too far did I?"

>She takes slow, even breaths as she continues to look at you.

>"You made me say all those embarrassing things." she starts. "You grabbed my neck. You pulled my ears, and my tail."

>And then her blue eyes burn a hole in your soul.

>And you smacked my ass over a dozen times."

>You nod in confirmation.

>You did. You did do all that.

>"I truly hope, you don't think I'm going to let you get away with all that." she says in as sinister a voice as you had earlier.

>Yeah, you kind of figured she would get revenge somehow.

>You shrug and lay yourself next to her.

>She doesn't take her eyes off you.

>"So." you say. "My thing. Yay or nay?"

>She turns and looks to the ceiling as she contemplates.

>"As long as you're prepared for the vengeance I will inevitably seek afterward, I, guess I don't mind doing your thing every once in a while."

>Dope.

>"And that uh. Thing you did near the beginning was kind of, interesting."

>"Hmm? What thing?" you ask.

>"Where you. Y'know, had me upside down. And then you put your hand around my neck. That was. Kind of, exciting."

>...

>A slow, sadistic smile creeps onto your face.

>"Masochist." you say out loud before you can contemplate holding your tongue.

>And she slugs you in the shoulder before you can even tell it's coming.

>You simultaneously whine and laugh.

>You've still got a few days left before your and Mirabelle's parents return.

>Though something tells you these next few days might just be more of the same.

>But that's fine. You can keep experimenting with the things you and Mirabelle might have.

>You just hope that she doesn't gain anything more dangerous than what she already has.

>You also pray that your dear queen's imminent revenge doesn't completely destroy you.

>Because you may have to gain a different thing entirely if she decides to take your thing a step further.

>Like honestly, with the way she treats you so far, you're probably a few steps away from gaining a femdom kink.

>Maybe you secretly already do have one.

>...

>May she find mercy in her heart.

>Long live the queen.

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Author's Notes:

I probably shouldn't write, while I'm afflcted with down bad. I added a lot more stuff than I initially planned.

Or I guess, maybe I should, huh? I'll leave that up to you.

I had fun with Respite, so i wanted to do more. But figured that just doing more of what I had already done wouldn't be too terribly interesting. So now Anon has a bondage kink.

Like always, let me know what you think.

And like always, I will see you on the horizon, my fellow degenerates.