{"sf1_id":1777226,"sf2_id":"J1Owzlz1","title":"King of the Ring 3.5: Desires","author":"King_Degen","words":12890,"posted_at":"2021-10-22T05:16:59.000Z","tags":["Anon","Bunny","Greentext","HMOFA","Heterosexual","Human","Light Bondage","Public","Rabbit","Romance","Sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1777226-king-of-the-ring-3-5-desires","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1Owzlz1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/20/57/20574f92-d41a-4a45-a86e-426b8d5557da","description":"Mirabelle has a kink. Ever since that moment at the river, she's discovered that she kind of enjoys messing around in public places. But besides engaging in her kink, she's just as interested in figuring out what yours is. Well so be it then. Over the course of this weekend, you'll help sate Mirabelle's wild desires, and display your own dark desires.","content":"\\\u003eIt's a normal Friday morning.\n\n\\\u003eBut you're excited.\n\n\\\u003eElated one might say.\n\n\\\u003eWhy is that?\n\n\\\u003eBecause Mirabelle is coming over.\n\n\\\u003eWhich isn't a big deal, because she comes over to your place all the time.\n\n\\\u003eBut 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.\n\n\\\u003eTrue to his word, your dad and mom have been ever more present at home since your graduation.\n\n\\\u003eAlmost taunting you with their presence.\n\n\\\u003eBut it worked out, because under your father's guidance, you were able to pass your written and driving tests with ease.\n\n\\\u003eSo now you can whip your car as you please.\n\n\\\u003eBesides teaching you to drive, your dad has been teaching you some other things too, and reminiscing on his high school days.\n\n\\\u003eSo you got to hear more about his days in the Circle, which you enjoyed.\n\n\\\u003eIt was good to have your parents present again.\n\n\\\u003eBut of course their presence meant less special time with your special lady.\n\n\\\u003eHowever that's changing today!\n\n\\\u003eYour dad and William actually started hanging out again.\n\n\\\u003eYou aren't sure what kind of stuff they get into now.\n\n\\\u003eThey'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.\n\n\\\u003eAnd when you went to visit Mirabelle on a Sunday like you always do, your dad was at their house, shooting pool with William.\n\n\\\u003eSo it looks like they're at a decent level of friendship again.\n\n\\\u003eWhich is nice to see.\n\n\\\u003eAnd 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.\n\n\\\u003eYour parents agreed, and they all left yesterday.\n\n\\\u003eWhich means you are once again the solitary soul within your castle.\n\n\\\u003eAnd you opted to fix that immediately.\n\n\\\u003eSo you called up Mirabelle for the ancient and sacred ritual known to the masses as \"Netflicks and chill'.\n\n\\\u003eWhich Mirabelle was not opposed to.\n\n\\\u003eBut of course, as is her prime objective, she had to one up your idea.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why don't I bring a couple things with me, and I just sleep over instead?\"\n\n\\\u003eAnd you more or less reacted to that as if the Lord on High had just mainfested in front of you and declared you blessed.\n\n\\\u003eYou could not have been more internally hyped to experience what Mr. Warburton was talking about, with the waking up thing.\n\n\\\u003eSo obviously you agreed.\n\n\\\u003eAnd so here you are.\n\n\\\u003eWaiting for her to show up, brimming with excitement.\n\n\\\u003eHowever you need to mentally remind yourself to keep your excitement in check.\n\n\\\u003eThough you mentioned Netflicks and chill, what you really wanted was just some alone time with your girlfriend.\n\n\\\u003eSo you aren't expecting this to just be a smash weekend or anything.\n\n\\\u003eReally it depends on where Mirabelle's mind is at.\n\n\\\u003eThere 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.\n\n\\\u003eBut there have also been times where all you two did was sit on the couch, watching t.v and cuddling.\n\n\\\u003eSo you need to attempt to maintain a central point before you get your hopes up.\n\n\\\u003eLuckily, you've learned a technique to assist with learning which way the day's events are headed.\n\n\\\u003eAll it requires is a bit of skinship.\n\n\\\u003eWhich you are eager to perform as soon as she manages to show-\n\n\\\u003eYour doorbell rings, interrupting your thoughts.\n\n\\\u003eYou almost bust it down from the inside trying to open it.\n\n\\\u003eBut once you do, you lean against the door frame casually, like you didn't almost rip it from its hinges.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why hello.\" you say, trying to sound cool and collected.\n\n\\\u003e\"You seem a little excited to see me.\" she responds.\n\n\\\u003e\"Who me? Y'know, it's whatever.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\n\n\\\u003e\"... Fair point. I missed you.\" you come clean.\n\n\\\u003eAnd with that line, it's the perfect time to execute your plan to see where the night is headed.\n\n\\\u003eYou open your arms wide and bring them around her in a hug.\n\n\\\u003eAs you do, you lean into her and give her a kiss.\n\n\\\u003eShe leans into you as well, reciprocating the affection.\n\n\\\u003eThat's a positive point, but not the main goal.\n\n\\\u003eShe'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.\n\n\\\u003eYou then gently and affectionately slide your hand along her back.\n\n\\\u003eYour objective is to determine what kind of bra she's wearing.\n\n\\\u003eShe normally wears those bras that look like they're made of tank top material or something.\n\n\\\u003eShe wears the fancy stuff when she plans for things to get sexy.\n\n\\\u003eBecause she plans for you to see her in it.\n\n\\\u003eBut whatever, maybe she doesn't think what she normally wears is sexy?\n\n\\\u003eWhich you think is ridiculous, because that Kalvin Clein stuff on ladies is the good shit.\n\n\\\u003eAnyway after your stealth operation, you deduce that she's wearing her everyday kind of bra.\n\n\\\u003eSo maybe sexy time is not in the cards for today.\n\n\\\u003eBut. She has a pack, so maye she'll change into something?\n\n\\\u003eAlright, bop the horny out of your skull, this isn't hook up time, this is romance time.\n\n\\\u003eYou finally break away from your prolonged display.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle looks like she didn't quite want it to end yet.\n\n\\\u003eBut as you lean back you remember.\n\n\\\u003eYou're standing in the front of your house with the door wide open.\n\n\\\u003eYou didn't even let her in before you started smooching her adorable face.\n\n\\\u003e... And she usually gets rides to your house from her brothers.\n\n\\\u003eYour blood freezes as you look out toward the street.\n\n\\\u003eBut see nothing.\n\n\\\u003eYou look up and down the road for good measure, but no sign of one of her brother's cars.\n\n\\\u003e\"How'd you get here Mira?\" you ask\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmm? I walked here.\" she answers.\n\n\\\u003e\"What? Why'd you do that? Your house is kinda-\" you start, but she cuts you off.\n\n\\\u003e\"Did you want one of my brothers to drop me off, and know where I was going to be for several days?\"\n\n\\\u003eThat... Is a very good point.\n\n\\\u003e\"I could've came to get you then.\" you say.\n\n\\\u003eShe waves you away. \"It's fine. Now you gonna let me in, or are we spending the weekend at your front door?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou step aside and offer her your home.\n\n\\\u003eShe walks in and goes to set her stuff upstairs, likely in your room.\n\n\\\u003eThen she returns to where you are standing, near the entrance to the living room.\n\n\\\u003e\"Now,\" she says, rolling her shoulders and neck. \"What're we gonna do first?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Up to me huh?\" she thinks to herself. \"Then. Let's start off with some Smash. I've been practicing a bit.\"\n\n\\\u003eNow that's a plan. You're always up for some Smash Bruhs.\n\n\\\u003eYou head into the living room and set it up.\n\n\\\u003eTime to see how much this practice has done for her.\n\n\\\u003eTurns out, this practice has done quite a bit for her.\n\n\\\u003eShe's quite a bit better now than she was.\n\n\\\u003eAfter two matches with your main characters, she kept up with you pretty well.\n\n\\\u003eBut of course, if you lose your dominance in Smash, then you'll have nothing, so you gave no mercy.\n\n\\\u003eHowever, to avoid any tryharding, you both decided to play\u0026nbsp; a couple games as random characters, or with bots.\n\n\\\u003eAnd the matches were a bit more even that way.\n\n\\\u003eThings were pretty chill so far.\n\n\\\u003eUntil Mirabelle proposed an idea.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright, time to make these games a bit more interesting.\"\n\n\\\u003eOh yeah, how?\" you ask.\n\n\\\u003e\"Strip Smash.\" she says in the most casual way possible.\n\n\\\u003eYou look at her.\n\n\\\u003eOh hell yeah.\n\n\\\u003eWait. Hell no.\n\n\\\u003e\"Unfair, can't do that.\" you say.\n\n\\\u003e\"Why not?\" she asks.\n\n\\\u003e\"Because once I start winning, I will immediately start losing.\" you explain. \"Your body distracts me, you'd have an unfair advantage.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay fine, weenie.\" she relents. \"How about something more simple? Loser does whatever the winner wants?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay yeah, that is more simple.\" you nod. \"One problem though. I already do whatever you want me to anyway.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"This is different though. It's about principle.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\n\n\\\u003eShe shakes her head. \"That's too easy.\"\n\n\\\u003eWell okay then.\n\n\\\u003eWhat could she even want you to do that requires you to take a weird oath of obedience in the form of a bet?\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright then? So what do you want if you win?\" you ask straight up.\n\n\\\u003eShe folds her arms. \"Mm, I want us to go on a date.\"\n\n\\\u003e... That's it?\n\n\\\u003eYou 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--\n\n\\\u003eWait.\n\n\\\u003e\"... What kind of date?\" you ask with a harshness to your tone.\n\n\\\u003e\"I just want to go to the mall.\" she answers.\n\n\\\u003e\"And do what at the mall?\" you continue to question.\n\n\\\u003e\"To spend time together. Why are you interrogating me?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Because I know exactly what it is you really want to do at that mall.\" you say.\n\n\\\u003e\"Whatever do you mean?\" she asks innocently.\n\n\\\u003eThat innocence is a lie.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well let's see.\" you start. \"Ever since that time in the river, you've been a little more open to the public affection.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uh huh.\" she says idly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay.\" she responds.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Did you really have to acquire the most socially dangerous thing?\" you ask.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm just trying to keep things exciting.\" she shrugs.\n\n\\\u003e\"It hasn't even been an entire year yet! If we have to keep things exciting already, maybe we're doing something wrong.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Not true.\" she says, wagging a finger at you. \"Variety is the spice of life, as they say.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou gently palm your face.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright fine. Then what about you?\" she asks.\n\n\\\u003e\"What about me?\" you ask back.\n\n\\\u003e\"If you don't like my thing, then what about one of yours? What are you into?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"... I never said I didn't like it, just that it was dangerous.\" you shrug.\n\n\\\u003e\"So you're fine with it then?\" she raises an eyebrow at you.\n\n\\\u003e\"I mean, just know that if we ever get caught, I'm pretty sure we'll be arrested.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What happened to 'to arrest me, they gotta catch me'?\" she says in mockery of your voice. \"Just don't get caught then, duh.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe doesn't seem to have a response to that, she stares at you silently for a moment.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anyway,\" she says \"You never answered me. What about one of your things?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I don't have a thing.\" you say.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well that can't be true.\" she responds.\n\n\\\u003e\"Then you're my thing.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"You're my thing too, that doesn't count.\" she counters.\n\n\\\u003eBut you're not entirely lying.\n\n\\\u003eYou aren't a guy with many fetishes, at least you think you aren't.\n\n\\\u003eYou never really broached the many subgenres during your late night research.\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eWell.\n\n\\\u003eNow that you're consciously thinking about it, there was something you came across by accident, that wasn't entirely vanilla.\n\n\\\u003eBut while you kind of enjoyed watching it, you never really thought about actually trying it.\n\n\\\u003e\"Like, what are most guys into? Roleplay or something?\" Mirabelle continues down this line of questioning.\n\n\\\u003e\"Meh.\" you say simply.\n\n\\\u003e\"Or are you into something a little more extreme. Like... Are you a backdoor kinda guy?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou actually look up toward your kitchen.\n\n\\\u003eThe backdoor to your house is actually a side door.\n\n\\\u003eAnd you're not entirely sure what that has to do with what you're talking abo-\n\n\\\u003eOh.\n\n\\\u003e... Ooohh.\n\n\\\u003e\"... No?\" you say.\n\n\\\u003e\"You didn't sound too confident with your answer there.\" she replies.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou look back to your television, where you've been sitting at the character select screen for a while now.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anyway, are you trying to make that bet or what?\" you throw out, desperate to change the subject.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah yeah.\" you roll your eyes. \"You win and you can have whatever you want.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Whatever I want huh? Oh, you've done it now.\" she says.\n\n\\\u003e\"That's not what I meant, that's just-\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Too late, you already said it. You're a man of your word aren't you?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Of course, but that's just a-\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Match is starting.\" she says, pulling a pro gamer move and sitting forward on the couch.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah that's it,\" you grumble. \"When I win, we're binging so many horror movies.\"\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eYou just got hustled.\n\n\\\u003eEither that, or Mirabelle is secretly some kind of EVO expo tournament goer, and has just been going easy on you every time you play.\n\n\\\u003eBecause there's no other possible explanation to how easily she just wrecked your shit.\n\n\\\u003eYou managed to take one stock, but only after she brought you to 100 percent.\n\n\\\u003eAnd then after that she proceeded to stomp you into space dragon dust.\n\n\\\u003eYou even tried to run it back for a best 2 out of three, and the second round went worse than the first.\n\n\\\u003eYou stare dumbfounded as the television displays a victorious Sheek while Redliy claps in utter disappointment.\n\n\\\u003eYou tear your gaze away and look to Mirabelle.\n\n\\\u003eShe's leaned back in the couch, arms crossed and a look of absolute smug plastered on her face.\n\n\\\u003e\"The hell just happened here?\" you ask in disbelief.\n\n\\\u003e\"I think I won.\" she answers.\n\n\\\u003e\"No duh, that! I mean how?!\" you exclaim.\n\n\\\u003e\"Told you I've been practicing.\" she answers. \"Joseph taught me. He plays fighting games religiously, so I had him help me out.\"\n\n\\\u003eThat's not fair. That's not fair at all.\n\n\\\u003eYou slump downward in defeat.\n\n\\\u003e\"Now. I believe your words were 'I can have whatever I want'.\" she reminds you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Fine.\" you mumble. \"Whadda ya want?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe's been here for a few hours already, her feet do not hurt anymore.\n\n\\\u003eBut you can guess where she's heading.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ya want me to rub your feet?\" you ask emptily.\n\n\\\u003e\"Would you? That would be nice.\" she says with a big ol' grin.\n\n\\\u003eYou sigh heavily, then hold your hands out, expecting her to turn on the couch so you can remain seated.\n\n\\\u003eHer response is to turn her nose up and kick her legs in front of her.\n\n\\\u003eSo you guess she wants you to sit in front of her as you do it.\n\n\\\u003eYou sigh again, and place yourself in front of Mirabelle.\n\n\\\u003eYou gently remove her footwear and take one of her feet in your hands.\n\n\\\u003eYou have never rubbed someone's goddamn feet before, so you aren't entirely sure how to go about it.\n\n\\\u003eYou think back to the movements and motions Lin made during her massages, and attempt to emulate them.\n\n\\\u003eYou take your time as you press your thumbs into her foot. attempting to alleviate her pain.\n\n\\\u003eAt least you hope that's what you're doing.\n\n\\\u003eYou alternate between gentle rubs and forceful presses.\n\n\\\u003eYou glance up at Mirabelle to check her reactions.\n\n\\\u003eHer eyes are half closed, but she's watching you with a gentle smile on her face.\n\n\\\u003eShe's not complaining, so you must be doing fine.\n\n\\\u003eYou continue to do as you're doing.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a while, you get into a kind of rythym.\n\n\\\u003eIt's a tranquil kind of focus, like crocheting, or kneading dough.\n\n\\\u003eYou switch to the other foot and apply the same techniques to this one.\n\n\\\u003eAnd once again after a while, you take a look at Mirabelle.\n\n\\\u003eThe smile is still there but her eyes are closed now.\n\n\\\u003e\"I have a confession to make.\" she says sleepily.\n\n\\\u003e\"Huh?\" you mumble.\n\n\\\u003e\"I didn't actually walk here.\" she tells you. \"I took an Oober.\"\n\n\\\u003eTo be honest, a part of you figured that.\n\n\\\u003eIt's still summer and she doesn't look like she trekked several miles in summer heat.\n\n\\\u003e\"So you just wanted to mess with me a bit, huh?\" you say.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mmhmm.\" is her response.\n\n\\\u003eAlright then.\n\n\\\u003eA devious idea strikes you.\n\n\\\u003eWe do a little trolling.\n\n\\\u003eYou can vaguely remember a few moments in your life from when you were a wee lad.\n\n\\\u003eA moment that comes to you now is when your mother did this strange thing with you.\n\n\\\u003eSome kind of toddler game where she grabbed your toes and said something about little piggies and markets.\n\n\\\u003eBut the important bit is what she did with those toes.\n\n\\\u003eIt felt like what happens when you crack your knuckles, but with your toes, so it was simultaneously painful but ticklish.\n\n\\\u003eActually. Will this work on rabbit feet?\n\n\\\u003eWhile 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.\n\n\\\u003e... Worth a try.\n\n\\\u003eYou grip Mirabelle's baby toe between your index finger and thumb.\n\n\\\u003eYou keep her foot steady as you pull back on it, gently but with enough force to get the reaction you need.\n\n\\\u003eYou feel in your hands and hear in your ears a tiny pop.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle opens her eyes\u0026nbsp; and looks at you.\n\n\\\u003eYou 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.\n\n\\\u003eAbsolutely nothing has changed on her face.\n\n\\\u003eWhat? Why didn't that work?\n\n\\\u003eDoes it not feel as strange for rabbits as it does for humans?\n\n\\\u003eWhile you're contemplating your failed troll tactic, Mirabelle brings her left foot up and flexes her toes in front of your face.\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't forget these ones too.\" she says.\n\n\\\u003eYou deflate instantly.\n\n\\\u003eNot only did it not disturb her, she's actually fine with it.\n\n\\\u003eShe took your trolling.\n\n\\\u003eCan't have shit in Towngrove.\n\n\\\u003eYou repeat the process on the rest of her toes.\n\n\\\u003e\"What, did you think that toe thing was going to bother me?\" she asks.\n\n\\\u003e\"Honestly, yes.\" you admit. \"It's supposed to feel weird and uncomfortable.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh it does.\" she says.\n\n\\\u003eYou look up at her in confusion.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003e... Well you wouldn't know about that.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anyway,\" she says. \"So about that date.\"\n\n\\\u003eDamn you almost forgot about that.\n\n\\\u003e\"What time are we going tomorrow?\" you ask.\n\n\\\u003e\"... What makes you think we're going tomorrow?\" she asks back.\n\n\\\u003eHuh?\n\n\\\u003e\"Because you-\" you start but immediately stop.\n\n\\\u003eAlmost outed yourself.\n\n\\\u003e\"Because it's kind of sudden?\" you recover.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmmm.\" she hums.\n\n\\\u003eShe looks at the time.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey Anon, are you hungry?\" she asks.\n\n\\\u003eYou look at the clock now too.\n\n\\\u003eIt's a little after noon, so yeah, lunch might not be a bad idea right about now.\n\n\\\u003eWhat's she gonna make you do now, cook something for her?\n\n\\\u003eWhich isn't a problem.\n\n\\\u003e\"Sure, I could eat.\" you answer.\n\n\\\u003eYou look back to her and she's looking down at you, with a very taunting grin.\n\n\\\u003eOne that says you just walked willingly into some kind of trap.\n\n\\\u003eYou give her a confused glance.\n\n\\\u003eShe brings her foot up and pushes against your shoulder lightly to get you to lean back.\n\n\\\u003eThen she moves to stand up.\n\n\\\u003eYou try to do the same, but she grabs your shoulders and keeps you down as she raises herself up.\n\n\\\u003eYou're still on the ground and she's standing in front of you.\n\n\\\u003eYou're just about eye level with her hip line down here.\n\n\\\u003eYou begin to move your head to look up at her, but some motion lower down brings your attention to it.\n\n\\\u003eIn a swift and dextrous set of motions, Mirabelle unbuttons her shorts and drags them down, underwear and all.\n\n\\\u003eShe steps out of one of the legs and widens her stance just a bit.\n\n\\\u003eSo now her whole lower half is exposed.\n\n\\\u003eThat grinding sound you hear?\n\n\\\u003eThose are the cogs in your brain spinning at max capacity, attempting to make sense of what just happened.\n\n\\\u003eUhhh, Mirabelle?\" you say, emanating confusion. \"What are you doing?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm giving you something to eat.\" she says softly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, but you- this isn't-\" you try, and fail, to make sentences.\n\n\\\u003eThe scientist in you says this situation does not compute.\n\n\\\u003eYou quickly throw your gaze downward toward her ankles.\n\n\\\u003eAnd sure enough, those do not look like her fancy underwear for sexy time shenanigans.\n\n\\\u003eSo you didn't misinterpret, this isn't supposed to be sexy time.\n\n\\\u003e\"You look confused.\" you hear, snapping you out of your mental breakdown.\n\n\\\u003eYou look up at Mirabelle, and as if her face has no other possible expressions, her trademark grin is there.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\n\n\\\u003eYou recoil in fear.\n\n\\\u003eAnd make a mental note to never think anything bad about Mirabelle ever.\n\n\\\u003eSince she's apparently learned to read your mind.\n\n\\\u003eYou remain silent, because you can't even think of anything to say since you've somehow been caught red handed.\n\n\\\u003e\"C'mon dude. You think I didn't notice you would check my bra at times when I would come over?\" she asks.\n\n\\\u003eYour silence is golden, so you hold on to it.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003eThat's not fair, you were just trying to get a read on her.\n\n\\\u003e\"Granted, you were subtle. Just not subtle enough.\" she winks at you. \"So I tried to fake you out. Looks like it worked.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe 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.\n\n\\\u003e\"Get baited, and outsmarted.\"\n\n\\\u003eWe've ben tricked, we've been backstabbed, and we've been quite possibly, bamboozled.\n\n\\\u003eYou stare at her, mouth agape in utter lack of cerebral response.\n\n\\\u003eShe takes that moment to lean forward and hook her hands behind your head and draw your face between her thighs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Enjoy your lunch.\" she says.\n\n\\\u003eYour big brain has no more thoughts to deliver to your body, so you let your little brain take command.\n\n\\\u003e\"And,\" she adds. \"If anything, this will help you out.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou try to say 'what' but your mouth is a bit preoccupied.\n\n\\\u003eShe chuckles and stirs a bit at the vibration of your voice against her.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003eThat makes sense in a way.\n\n\\\u003eIf 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.\n\n\\\u003eYou get an odd motivation now.\n\n\\\u003eSo you do what you know to do, and run your tongue back and forth over her slit.\n\n\\\u003eWhich is slightly more difficult than normal because of the position you're in.\n\n\\\u003eHer fur is tickling your nose, you're just lucky it's not long enough to get you to start sneezing.\n\n\\\u003eThat would be a mood killer.\n\n\\\u003eYou continue your tongue motions until you get that precious aroused pearl to peak out.\n\n\\\u003eNow this is easier to get to.\n\n\\\u003eYou clamp your lips over it and suck on it, running your tongue along it at the same time.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle's little moans enter your ears.\n\n\\\u003eYou continue to roll and flick your tongue as if you were trying to tie a knot in a cherry stem.\n\n\\\u003eWhich you've been told (by the internet) is the way to train your tongue and jaw muscles.\n\n\\\u003eYet while she seems to enjoy the attention you're giving her clit, it doesn't seem to be quite enough for her.\n\n\\\u003eShe takes small steps toward you and lifts herself onto her tiptoes.\n\n\\\u003eAt the same time she applies more pressure on the back of your head to draw you in further.\n\n\\\u003eYou flick your tongue a few more times before you slide down and take long draws up and down.\n\n\\\u003eYou 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.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle moans louder now and is rocking her hips against your face.\n\n\\\u003eA long line of something dribbles down your chin, you aren't sure if it's your drool or her nectar.\n\n\\\u003eIt could be either, it could be both.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle grinds harder, and one of her legs begins shaking and bouncing.\n\n\\\u003eYou expect the end is coming so you double down on your motions.\n\n\\\u003eWhich 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.\n\n\\\u003eTwenty minutes with your neck like this would give you a crick.\n\n\\\u003eYou loop your tongue in big exaggerated circles, encompassing every inch of her.\n\n\\\u003eShe's huddled over you now, using you as support to keep her balance.\n\n\\\u003eBut then she pulls her hips back, so she can sit on the couch.\n\n\\\u003eHowever she keeps her hands pressed against your head, therefore keeping your head united with her womanhood, refusing to allow you to break away.\n\n\\\u003eSo you follow her to the couch and press your face even deeper into her when she collides with it.\n\n\\\u003eShe hooks her legs around and over your shoulders.\n\n\\\u003eNow this position is a bit easier to work with.\n\n\\\u003eYou dive back in and press your tongue directly into her honeypot.\n\n\\\u003eYou wiggle and curl your tongue as you plunge it inside her.\n\n\\\u003eHer hips buck, she tugs at your hair.\n\n\\\u003eAnd she cums.\n\n\\\u003eAnd just like always when she cums, she holds you close and locks your head in with her thighs until she's done.\n\n\\\u003eBut you've learned to prepare and avoid death by suffocation.\n\n\\\u003eOnce her orgasm ends, she lets you go and collapses into the couch.\n\n\\\u003eShe breathes a sigh of content.\n\n\\\u003eYou wipe your face with your forearm.\n\n\\\u003eAs you look up at her, you notice her already gazing at you.\n\n\\\u003e\"Still hungry?\" she asks wiith a smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"Nah, I'm pretty full now.\" you say, punctuating with a lick of your lips.\n\n\\\u003e\"Great.\" she says, stretching her legs and standing up. \"Then we can get some real food and go on our date.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Wait, so soon?\" you ask.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yup. My buttons are pushed, I don't want to wait anymore.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"... This was supposed to\u0026nbsp; cool you down, not heat you up.\" you say.\n\n\\\u003e\"Since when does an appetizer satisfy someone before the main course?\" she asks.\n\n\\\u003eYou sit in silence.\n\n\\\u003eShe got you there.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\n\n\\\u003eYou mentally begin coming up with some sort of excuse you can use if the worst comes to pass.\n\n\\\u003eSomething 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.\"\n\n\\\u003eYeah, that won't help at all.\n\n\\\u003eYou're grumbling at the idea.\n\n\\\u003eBut deep down.\n\n\\\u003eYou can feel that tinge of excitement.\n\n\\\u003eIt may be a bit dangerous.\n\n\\\u003eBut the most fun things in life usually are.\n\n\\\u003eYou realize you're stil on the floor.\n\n\\\u003eSo you stand up, and.\n\n\\\u003eImmediately sit down on the couch.\n\n\\\u003eYou're gonna need a minute.\n\n\\\u003eDown, Lil 'Non!\n\n\\\u003e\"You know.\" Mirabelle pokes her head back into the living room. \"You were pretty focused and committed when you were rubbing my feet.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay?\" you say.\n\n\\\u003e\"Is that your thing?\" she asks.\n\n\\\u003e\"... No!\" you shout.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey, I'm just making sure. I mean. I wouldn't be opposed to trying things out if you wanted to.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou think about that.\n\n\\\u003eProbably a little longer than you should've if you wanted to convince her that you weren't some weird guy into feet.\n\n\\\u003e\"Absolutely not.\" you say sternly.\n\n\\\u003eShe shrugs and returns on her way to the bathroom.\n\n\\\u003eFoot fetish. Psh.\n\n\\\u003eWhat's next, she's gonna wonder if you have a thing for armpits?\n\n\\\u003eThat's too far down the degen hole.\n\n\\\u003eTIM has everything!\n\n\\\u003eAlmost.\n\n\\\u003eHell, all they really need to do is add an amusement park or something and they really will have everything.\n\n\\\u003eYou enjoy driving your car now, but now you have to deal with the biggest problem.\n\n\\\u003eFinding parking.\n\n\\\u003eLuckily for you, someone was leaving as you were arriving so you got to take their spot.\n\n\\\u003eYou and Mirabelle enter toward the food court.\n\n\\\u003eSo that you can get some actual food.\n\n\\\u003eBecause no matter how much you wish it were, vagina is not a valid source of nutrition.\n\n\\\u003eAfter you've both had something to eat, you make your way through the mall.\n\n\\\u003eAnd 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.\n\n\\\u003eYou 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.\n\n\\\u003eBut that was surprisingly not what happened.\n\n\\\u003eYou actually did a lot of window shopping, and she actually bought a few things.\n\n\\\u003eIt almost feels like you're just on a normal mall date.\n\n\\\u003eYou continue on your way and something at the theater catches Mirabelle's attention.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh hey, I didn't know this movie was already out.\" she says, staring at one of the posters.\n\n\\\u003eYou look at what she's seeing.\n\n\\\u003eWith No Remorse.\n\n\\\u003e\"What's it about?\" you ask.\n\n\\\u003eShe shrugs. \"I 'unno, I don't care what it's about, I care about the actor.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Then who is-\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eYou look at the bottom of the poster.\n\n\\\u003eStarring Mikeal B Jordin.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh shit, I'm in.\" you say and head straight to the ticket counter.\n\n\\\u003eAnd what do you know, there's a showing starting very soon.\n\n\\\u003eSo you grab two tickets and walk in.\n\n\\\u003eThen you go to buy snacks.\n\n\\\u003eYou prefer having candy over popcorn, so you grab a bag of gummies and a soda.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle gets a drink as well but nothing to snack on.\n\n\\\u003e\"No snacks?\" you ask.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'll be alright.\" she says.\n\n\\\u003eBefore she turns away and says quietly, \"I've already got a snack.\"\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eIs she still full from lunch, or?\n\n\\\u003eYou think back to the lewd lunch she fed you just a few hours ago.\n\n\\\u003eYou're about to go into a dark room.\n\n\\\u003eWhere multiple people tend to congregate.\n\n\\\u003eAnd you chose it yourself.\n\n\\\u003eDid you just get baited again?\n\n\\\u003eYou walk into the theater room and take your seats.\n\n\\\u003eIn the back, at Mirabelle's behest, because of course, why not.\n\n\\\u003eOnce the movie starts, you scan the crowd.\n\n\\\u003eIt isn't terribly full, and the people that did come chose to sit a bit closer to the screen.\n\n\\\u003eYou aren't sure if this is good or bad.\n\n\\\u003eLike, if it were full, maybe she'd think twice about doing anything.\n\n\\\u003eBut at the same time, if it's going to happen anyway, maybe it's better to keep empty.\n\n\\\u003eYou do try to focus on the movie though.\n\n\\\u003eIt's the ever popular, ex-soldier loses their family member and raises hell to rescue and/or avenge them.\n\n\\\u003eWhich you've honestly had enough of, but hey. Mikeal B Jordin.\n\n\\\u003eYou actually focus on the movie for a really long time.\n\n\\\u003eAnd you realize that Mirabelle hasn't tried anything yet.\n\n\\\u003eYou look at her and find she seems just as focused on it as you were.\n\n\\\u003eWell. She did say she wanted to see it too.\n\n\\\u003eHm. So maybe she isn't going to do anything.\n\n\\\u003eIt comes to a part of the movie where there's a huge gunfight.\n\n\\\u003eLIke most of these movies tend to have.\n\n\\\u003eYou catch out of the corner of your eye, Mirabelle's hand moving up.\n\n\\\u003eWhat, does she want to do that cliche thing where she rests her hand on yours?\n\n\\\u003eHow cute.\n\n\\\u003eAt least that's what you think befoe her hand completely jukes the armrest and comes down to stroke your thigh.\n\n\\\u003e... Bamboozled, once again.\n\n\\\u003eShe was just waiting for a moment in the movie where the scenes got super acton packed.\n\n\\\u003eHer hand travels farther up your thigh until she comes dangerously close to your Lil 'Non.\n\n\\\u003eAnd 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.\n\n\\\u003eShe locks eyes with you for a moment before she continues on her downward path.\n\n\\\u003eShe rubs at your manhood from over your pants for a moment, then with several swift movements, unbuttons and unzips.\n\n\\\u003eShe takes you in her hand and exposes you to the chilly theater air.\n\n\\\u003eEven 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.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle however, doesn't seem to care if there are eyes on you, as she strokes you up and down with a single minded determination.\n\n\\\u003eAnd then she leans forward and gives the head a gentle kiss.\n\n\\\u003eAnd there it is.\n\n\\\u003eEven though General Brain says this mission is a danger, Private Lil 'Non is ready for action.\n\n\\\u003eYou see Mirabelle smile and glance up at you, before she returns to planting kisses up and down your length.\n\n\\\u003eEven 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.\n\n\\\u003eAfter that, she runs her tongue up and down, then circles it around the head a few times.\n\n\\\u003eNow that it's happening, you have to admit, you're a bit excited.\n\n\\\u003eYou feel like you could burst at any moment and you're only in the early stages.\n\n\\\u003eYour nerves tell you to take another glance around though.\n\n\\\u003eCoast is still clear.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle wraps her lips around the head, but adjusts herself a bit so that she doesn't end up grazing you with her teeth.\n\n\\\u003eAnd then down she goes.\n\n\\\u003eHer hand is wrapped around the base, but she still takes quite a bit of you in.\n\n\\\u003eYou take slow even breaths to calm yourself.\n\n\\\u003eYou would hate to vocalize your pleasure and be the one to get you both caught.\n\n\\\u003eBut Mirabelle is making that pretty difficult.\n\n\\\u003eShe dives in deep, then swirls her tongue around your head when she retreats.\n\n\\\u003eShe bobs her head in rythmic, rolling motions, and draws you ever closer to the edge.\n\n\\\u003eThe movie continues to explode with the cacophany of action.\n\n\\\u003eBut you really don't care about what's going on up there anymore.\n\n\\\u003eYour sole focus is on the rabbit going to work.\n\n\\\u003eShe alters her pace, speeding up, then slowing down.\n\n\\\u003eShe wraps her tongue around you, then pulls you out and flicks her tongue at the underside, before going back in for more.\n\n\\\u003eYup, you can't take much more.\n\n\\\u003eYou opt to tap her on the back a couple of times to let her know you're getting close.\n\n\\\u003eAnd just like you do when you know she's getting close, she doubles down on her movements and quickens the pace.\n\n\\\u003eThen she does something dangerous.\n\n\\\u003eWhether on purpose or unconsciously, you don't know.\n\n\\\u003eBut towards the end, she lets out a loud slurping sound.\n\n\\\u003eIt might have been covered by the sounds of the movie, but you heard\u0026nbsp; it loud and clear.\n\n\\\u003eAnd 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.\n\n\\\u003eYour pleasure flows out of you, and Mirabelle thoughtfully takes it all.\n\n\\\u003eWouldn't want to make a horrible mess of the theater.\n\n\\\u003eIt seems to last a lot longer than they have recently.\n\n\\\u003eYou almost feel like a piece of your soul went with it.\n\n\\\u003eYou finish and almost melt into your chair.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle holds her place for a moment, before pulling back, mouth practically full.\n\n\\\u003eLuckily, you are prepared.\n\n\\\u003eYou grabbed a stack of napkins, because sometimes things in the theaters need to be wiped down.\n\n\\\u003eLike chairs covered in popcorn crumbs or something.\n\n\\\u003eYou go to retrieve your napkins to hand to Mirabelle.\n\n\\\u003eBut she brings herself uncomfortably close to your ear.\n\n\\\u003eGulp. Gulp.\n\n\\\u003eTwo very loud noises blow your eardrum out.\n\n\\\u003eYour eyes shoot to Mirabelle.\n\n\\\u003eHer cheeks are no longer full.\n\n\\\u003eShe retakes her seat, like nothing unusual just happened.\n\n\\\u003eDid she just...\n\n\\\u003eShe didn't.\n\n\\\u003eShe did.\n\n\\\u003eLet's hope she doesn't have to start a conversation with any nearby anthros.\n\n\\\u003eIt is at this moment in time that you are glad your favorite fruit is pineapple.\n\n\\\u003eYou continue to look at Mirabelle, flabbergasted and incredibly turned on.\n\n\\\u003eYou glance down and find Lil 'Non craving more action.\n\n\\\u003eWell this ain't good.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle does swallow occassionally.\n\n\\\u003eBut she really only does it when she wants to keep you excited.\n\n\\\u003eBecause she knows that for whatever reason, it's like an instant resurrection button for your libido.\n\n\\\u003eYou look at Mirabelle again.\n\n\\\u003eShe looks at you and notices your failure to deflate.\n\n\\\u003eYou manage to stuff yourself back in your pants with incredible difficulty.\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles and stands up, grabs her shopping bags, then your hand and you walk out.\n\n\\\u003eGood thing your shirt is long enough vertically to cover this unseemly extension at the moment.\n\n\\\u003eAs you walk out you pose a question. \"You don't want to finish the movie? I thought you wanted to see it?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe 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.\"\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eBait, bait and more bait.\n\n\\\u003eHow many times will you get baited today?\n\n\\\u003eYou should take Mirabelle fishing since she's such a master bait--\n\n\\\u003eWait hold on, cancel that sentence.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle continues to hold your hand as she steps lively through the mall.\n\n\\\u003eYou have to struggle to keep up with her.\n\n\\\u003eOne because, she is still, as always, fast as fuck.\n\n\\\u003eBut also because your loins still rage with an unquenched fire that makes it difficult to walk properly.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle leads you straight into the arcade.\n\n\\\u003eNow what could you possibly do in here? There aren't many places of secrecy you'd think.\n\n\\\u003eHowever, Mirabelle knows exactly where she's headed.\n\n\\\u003e\"Do you still have credits on your game card?\" she asks.\n\n\\\u003e\"Uhh. Yeah?\" you answer, as you pull your wallet out and grab your game card.\n\n\\\u003e\"Good.\" she says, as she takes it and double times toward a specific machine.\n\n\\\u003eShe stops abruptly in front of a strange booth like machine.\n\n\\\u003eOh, this.\n\n\\\u003eIt's one of those big machines that they usually use for like horror shooters.\n\n\\\u003eIt's open but it has long thick curtains to keep light out and stuff.\n\n\\\u003e\"You wanna get on this?\" you ask. \"Don't you have problems with scary stuff?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's fine. You'll be playing.\" she answers.\n\n\\\u003eSomething tells you, that you will not actually be playing.\n\n\\\u003eYou both crawl in, and she pushes you into the seat.\n\n\\\u003e\"You sit here, and grab the big gun.\" she says.\n\n\\\u003eYou do as she says.\n\n\\\u003e\"Then I'll sit here.\" she continues, manuevering herself onto your lap. \"And grab this big gun.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe\u0026nbsp; lifts herself up and once again manages to expose your pulsating rod.\n\n\\\u003eYou'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.\n\n\\\u003eShe then takes her shorts and underwear, then drag them down until enough of her waiting womanhood is revealed.\n\n\\\u003eYou angle yourself to the side.\n\n\\\u003eA decent amount of her hip and ass are clearly visible.\n\n\\\u003e\"You know if anyone opens these curtains, we're done for?' you explain.\n\n\\\u003e\"That's why we have a second curtain.\" she retorts.\n\n\\\u003eShe then grabs the edges of your flannel shirt, and lifts them, holding them to her thighs, almost like a blanket.\n\n\\\u003e\"Good thing you love these shirts, huh?\" she says, looking over her shoulder and giving you a wink.\n\n\\\u003eThank the Lord for your singular fashion choice.\n\n\\\u003e\"Now let's start the game. Gotta sound like it's actually getting played.\" she says as she swipes your card.\n\n\\\u003eAnd as soon as it boots up, she leans back, positions herself above you and drops herself down.\n\n\\\u003eShe retrieves the flaps of your shirt and with them obscuring vision of your coupling, she begins to rock herself steadily back and forth.\n\n\\\u003eAnd yeah. Try as you might to pretend to play this game, you can't fucking focus on this.\n\n\\\u003eYou'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.\n\n\\\u003eEvery time you come back here you will relive the moments of your degeneracy.\n\n\\\u003eAs 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.\n\n\\\u003eThe heat emanating from Mirabelle's loins connected to yours.\n\n\\\u003eThe warmth of her body pressed against yours in this chilling arcade air.\n\n\\\u003eThe cool breeze that encloses on you makes you desire her warmth even more.\n\n\\\u003eYour clothes are an obstruction, you'd much rather be at home devoid of them.\n\n\\\u003eAnd 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.\n\n\\\u003eShe begins to bounce and hop up and down in your lap.\n\n\\\u003eShe's trying very desperately to keep her voice in.\n\n\\\u003eBut her quiet hum of 'mm's' and 'ooh's' that are gradually getting louder tell you that is a losing battle.\n\n\\\u003eAnd at the same time you are losing the battle as well.\n\n\\\u003eYour battle to resist the building pleasure.\n\n\\\u003eAnd your battle in this goddamn video game.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle increases the speed in which she moves.\n\n\\\u003eHer voice leaks out in greater volume.\n\n\\\u003eShe leans back against you and rests the back of her head against your shoulder.\n\n\\\u003eYou can hear the sounds of her ass crashing against your lap.\n\n\\\u003eYou can also hear the sounds of random passerbys walking passesd the site of your decadence.\n\n\\\u003eEvery time you hear an outside voice, or a suprisingly sharp laugh, you clench in fear.\n\n\\\u003eYour 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.\n\n\\\u003eYou hear a group of voices dangerously close to you now, and you pray that they aren't coming to this machine.\n\n\\\u003eThe 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.\n\n\\\u003eYou would think the danger of getting caught would cause you to fade, but you can feel yourself throbbing in excitement.\n\n\\\u003eYou're enjoying this aren't you?\n\n\\\u003eYou're just like Mirabelle.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle's ears are standing up at attention, desperately trying to receive all manner of sound and noise.\n\n\\\u003eYet at the same time you can feel her getting tighter around you.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eYour lifebar in the game drains like a countdown to your imminent real world detonation.\n\n\\\u003e\"Are you, mmm. Getting close, Anon?\" Mirabelle asks you through her moans.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yep\" you spit out quickly, attempting to clench your muscles and ebb the building finale away.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's fiine. I, aaam too. Do it, quick.\" she tells you.\n\n\\\u003eAnd normally, you need no more instruction to give her what she craves.\n\n\\\u003eBut what are you going to do about cleanup here?\n\n\\\u003eYou didn't bring those napkins.\n\n\\\u003eThat probably wouldn't be the best idea anyway.\n\n\\\u003eBut Mirabelle grinds and bounces and forces the both of you to the end goal, despite your apprehension.\n\n\\\u003eOh well.\n\n\\\u003eQuestions can be answered by a man in post nut clarity.\n\n\\\u003eLet the you in a minute from now deal with this problem.\n\n\\\u003eThe you of now seeks glorious release.\n\n\\\u003eAnd so you do.\n\n\\\u003eAs 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.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle presses her lips together tightly, humming and vibrating as she keeps her voice held in.\n\n\\\u003eYou hear a large droning countdown followed by a deep voice bellowing 'GAME OVER'.\n\n\\\u003eWell that's bullshit cuz you feel like you just won right now.\n\n\\\u003eUntil you hear a voice steadily approaching.\n\n\\\u003e\"I hear it's pretty scary though, so it might not be the best thing for-\"\n\n\\\u003eAnd then the curtain on your right slides open violently and some black furred canine peaks his head in.\n\n\"Oh damn sorry.\" he says. \"Didn't know y'all were in here, the 'in use' light wasn't on.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe looks at the screen and sees your game over. \"Oh, y'all just finished huh?\"\n\n\\\u003eWell he's right about that!\n\n\\\u003eYou sit frozen, staring at the screen for a while.\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly and robotically turn your head in his direction.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh shit. Is it actually that scary?\" he asks with a look of mild worry.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mhm.\" you squeak like a fucking mouse.\n\n\\\u003eA girl, another canine, but a completely different breed than the guy, peeks around his shoulder.\n\n\\\u003eShe sees you two, or more likely sees Mirabelle in your lap and goes \"Aww.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe probably thinks the position you're in is cute.\n\n\\\u003eIf only she knew it was actually laced with perversion.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle has remained unmoving.\n\n\\\u003eYou can't leave with them staring at you.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh shit yeah, no problem man. Sorry.\" the dog says and promptly shuts the curtain.\n\n\\\u003eFree from the prying eyes of an almost audience, Mirabelle springs to life.\n\n\\\u003eShe detaches herself from your lap and throws her pants on quickly, with no regards to the mess currently attempting to spill between her thighs.\n\n\\\u003e\"Let's go.\" she whispers quickly.\n\n\\\u003eYou stow yourself back in your pants.\n\n\\\u003e\"Just like that? You don't wanna hit the restroom first?\" you ask.\n\n\\\u003eShe shakes her head and is already up and out of the machine.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh. Yeah that makes sense.\" you say idly.\n\n\\\u003eYou begin to walk out, but reach back in and grab Mirabelle's shopping bags.\n\n\\\u003e\"Race ya to the car.\" she says.\n\n\\\u003eYou nod and both break out into a dead sprint out of the building.\n\n\\\u003eLuckily there were no security guards or anything to chase you down and wonder why you both booked it so quickly out of there.\n\n\\\u003eShe leaves you in the dust, obviously.\n\n\\\u003eYou find where you parked, unlock your car, jump in, and take off towards home.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you get a good distance away, you slow down to a reasonable pace.\n\n\\\u003eNo need to get a ticket.\n\n\\\u003e\"Well.\" you say. \"I hope you enjoyed yourself.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I did.\" she replies happily, before looking straight down into her lap, then back to you. \"You did too.\"\n\n\\\u003eAnd you have no possible way to deny that.\n\n\\\u003eBut there's gotta be an easier way to get your kicks with this kinda kink.\n\n\\\u003eYou give a sigh of exhaustion.\n\n\\\u003e\"I hope you're not ready to tap out yet.\" Mirabelle says.\n\n\\\u003e\"Whatchu mean?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"We aren't done yet. We've got a lot of catching up to do.\" she explains.\n\n\\\u003e\"... We don't gotta do it all today!\" you exclaim.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003eSo basically, it's gonna be a long weekend.\n\n\\\u003e\"We can use this time to figure out what your thing is.\" she adds.\n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head and shrug.\n\n\\\u003eShe really isn't gonna let this go, is she?\n\n\\\u003eOkay then, so be it.\n\n\\\u003eIf she wants to find out your thing, you'll just have to show her what it is.\n\n\\\u003eDawn of the second day.\n\n\\\u003eYou come to consciousness after a surprisingly blissful night's sleep.\n\n\\\u003eAnd dear Mother Maria you feel absolutely fantastic.\n\n\\\u003eWhich is completely contrary to how you expected to feel after Mirabelle proceeded to wring you dry once you got home yesterday.\n\n\\\u003eYou open your eyes and get a blessed sight of an adorable white rabbit nestled comfortably in your arms.\n\n\\\u003eMr. Warburton was right, and then some.\n\n\\\u003eA slice of Heaven does not even begin to compare to the glorious feeling this is.\n\n\\\u003eYou would once again beseech gods, devils, and eldritch old ones to grasp this moment for eternity.\n\n\\\u003eAnd you know what, you will.\n\n\\\u003eForget 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.\n\n\\\u003eDon't let your dreams be dreams.\n\n\\\u003eBecause this is the best feeling in the world, and you refuse to let go of it.\n\n\\\u003eLet 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.\n\n\\\u003eYou lay in bed and watch Mirabelle sleep for a bit longer.\n\n\\\u003eTaking mental pictures of her sleeping face to save into your memory bank.\n\n\\\u003eYou roll yourself over gently to grab your phone and check the time.\n\n\\\u003eSeems like a good time for breakfast.\n\n\\\u003eEven 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.\n\n\\\u003eSo you delicately slip out of bed and stand up.\n\n\\\u003eAnd it's surprisingly chilly.\n\n\\\u003eYou look at yourself and realize you're standing in the nude.\n\n\\\u003eNot even in your boxers, this is new.\n\n\\\u003eYou glance back at Mirabelle one more time.\n\n\\\u003e\\\u003eAnd then move to your drawers to put on some simple house clothes.\n\n\\\u003eYou go downstairs to figure out what to make for breakfast.\n\n\\\u003eYou're feeling french toast, so you go with that.\n\n\\\u003eIt's quick and simple.\n\n\\\u003eBesides 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.\n\n\\\u003eWhat else might be good?\n\n\\\u003eYou hold your hand over your stomach as if it actually allows you to commune with it.\n\n\\\u003eYour tummy's feeling hash browns.\n\n\\\u003eDo you have potatoes?\n\n\\\u003eYou dig through\u0026nbsp; the fridge once more, and lo and behold, you find exactly two potatoes.\n\n\\\u003eAll according to keikaku.\n\n\\\u003eAccording to Blake, keikaku means plan.\n\n\\\u003eSo you begin throwing breakfast together.\n\n\\\u003eAnd a little while later you're almost done, when you hear \"G'morning.\"\n\n\\\u003eAhh, the dead hath risen.\n\n\\\u003e\"Morning.\" you say over your shoulder. \"I'm almost done here if you wanna get in on some of this brea-\"\n\n\\\u003eYou turn to look at her and your brain blue screens yet again.\n\n\\\u003eShe is.\n\n\\\u003eCurrently wearing one of your flannel shirts.\n\n\\\u003eAnd nothing else.\n\n\\\u003eAnd that.\n\n\\\u003eOh baby.\n\n\\\u003eThat's illegal. Completely illegal.\n\n\\\u003eGo to horny jail immediately.\n\n\\\u003e\"Umm.\" you squeak. \"Didn't you. Bring your own clothes?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hm? Yeah.\" she says absently. \"But I didn't feel like going in my bag and wasting time putting something together, y'know.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe holds the edges together at her midsection and lets the shoulders fall down around her arms.\n\n\\\u003e\"Besides, I figured you would like this.\" she says with that grin and a wink.\n\n\\\u003eWelp, you're feeling pretty hot right now.\n\n\\\u003eBut that's, y'know just because you're working over the stove and stuff.\n\n\\\u003eIt is definitely too early for degen antics.\n\n\\\u003eYou force your mind to return its focus to preparing breakfast.\n\n\\\u003eYou finish, make two plates, pour some juice, and proceed to stuff your face in order to avoid needing the use of words.\n\n\\\u003eAfter breakfast, you two clean up and actually spend some time watching things on Netflicks.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle adamantly refuses to put on any other clothes though, and spends her time in your flannel.\n\n\\\u003eIt's amazing how much effect one piece of clothing has on your monkey brain.\n\n\\\u003eThis is nueron activation at its most potent.\n\n\\\u003eYou feel like you've spent more time looking at Mirabelle than you have watching... Whatever it is that's on right now.\n\n\\\u003eCentaurplanet?\n\n\\\u003eYou kind of wish you were more of an artist so you could draw her as she is right now.\n\n\\\u003eLike you could recreate one of those paintings of Venus, or Denae.\n\n\\\u003eBut more than trying to look like the work of art that she is. She seems more like she's trying to seduce you.\n\n\\\u003eAnd of course it's working.\n\n\\\u003eShe leans into you, bending her legs, showing off parts of her body.\n\n\\\u003eShe lays flat on the couch, resting her head in your lap.\n\n\\\u003eHowever the god of tasteful nudity keeps your shirt from revealing too much of her body.\n\n\\\u003eIt's simultaneously annoying, and tantalizing.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mirabelle.\" you say sternly.\n\n\\\u003e'Hmm?\" she says innocently.\n\n\\\u003e\"You keep teasing me like this and I'm gonna act up.\" you say in warning.\n\n\\\u003e\"Whatever do you mean?\" she eggs you on.\n\n\\\u003eYou lower the tone of your voice to an almost sinister level and ask \"Are you trying to find out?\"\n\n\\\u003eHer eyes open wide and her taunting grin falters slightly.\n\n\\\u003eShe regains her composure quickly though and asks \"What do you have in mind?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou turn off the television, stand up, grab her hand, and pull her with you toward your room.\n\n\\\u003eOnce there, you sit her down on your bed.\n\n\\\u003e\"Sit still.\" you say with as commanding a tone as you can muster.\n\n\\\u003eThen you turn toward your clothes drawer and begin searching through the top one for something of use.\n\n\\\u003eYou don't actually have tools for this kind of stuff, so you're going to have to improvise.\n\n\\\u003e\"What's going on?\" Mirabelle asks.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"See I knew you did!\" she exclaims. \"Alright lay it on me, whatcha got?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou turn around holding a bandana and a sash from some halloween costumes you had a long time ago.\n\n\\\u003e\"Stand up. Turn around.\" you command.\n\n\\\u003eShe gives you a quizzical look for a brief second, but complies.\n\n\\\u003eYou take her arms and place them horizontally parallel with each other.\n\n\\\u003eThen you use the bandana to tie her arms together.\n\n\\\u003e\"... Oh. I think I see where this is going.\" she says in a moment of clarity.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh you see, do you?\" you say tauntingly.\n\n\\\u003eShe nods her head.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\n\n\\\u003eThen you spin her back around to face you and push her to sit on your bed.\n\n\\\u003e\"How's that?\" you ask in a moment of sincerity. \"Too tight or anything?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Uhh. No?' she says, wiggling her arms a bit.\n\n\\\u003eShe sounds a bit nervous.\n\n\\\u003eWhich is kind of what you want.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003eIt's not like you have the ability to get too crazy.\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay then. Well. If I do end up doing anything you don't like, just uh. Yell out 'Carrots' or something.\"\n\n\\\u003eThough as a beginner yourself, you probably won't get in depth enough to even need a safe word.\n\n\\\u003e\"Pfft, I'm not gonna say that.\" she says, probably rolling her eyes underneath her blindfold.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ohh, too tough for safe words are we?\" you say tauntingly, while grabbing her by the shoulders, and laying her down.\n\n\\\u003eShe flinches at your touch, but otherwise remains composed.\n\n\\\u003e\"I just mean I'm not going to say that specific word. It's stupid and embar-\"\n\n\\\u003eShe pauses as she realizes that you aren't just laying her down, but turning her around.\n\n\\\u003eSo now she's on her back with her legs away from you and her head facing you.\n\n\\\u003eHer head hangs over the edge of your bed and her ears droop down to the floor.\n\n\\\u003eYou drop your shorts and watch her ears twitch from the light rustle of them hitting the ground.\n\n\\\u003e\"Huh? You were saying?\" you prod.\n\n\\\u003eShe has no more words to offer.\n\n\\\u003eIn fact, it looks like she swallowed her words, with the physical gulp you just witnessed.\n\n\\\u003eYou'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.\n\n\\\u003eYou inch yourself slightly closer and plant the head of your cock against Mirabelle's lips.\n\n\\\u003eShe once again flinches at your touch and then freezes.\n\n\\\u003e\"Open.\" you order.\n\n\\\u003eAnd she obeys.\n\n\\\u003eYou glide your head up and down against her tongue slowly.\n\n\\\u003eThen bring your hips forward and invade her mouth.\n\n\\\u003eHer body shudders as you do so.\n\n\\\u003eAnd that simple motion sent an exciting chill through your spine.\n\n\\\u003eYou push forward until you've placed about half of your length in her mouth, then pause for a few moments.\n\n\\\u003eYou drag yourself back out just as slowly, then return forward.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a few more repititions of this motion, you push another inch forward, before you retreat.\n\n\\\u003ethen another. And another.\n\n\\\u003eUntil Mirabelle has effectively taken the whole thing.\n\n\\\u003eThen you pause once again.\n\n\\\u003eYou can kind of hear but mostly feel Mirabelle's garbled voice reverberating through your loins.\n\n\\\u003eYou can't tell if she's actually trying to speak to you or not.\n\n\\\u003eYou do however realize that Mirabelle wouldn't be able to use a safe word like this.\n\n\\\u003e\"So.\" you say. \"If any of this gets too uncomfortable just, bicycle kick your legs or something and I'll cut it out.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mm. Grrk.\" are, the sounds that attempt to exit Mirabelle's throat.\n\n\\\u003eUnfortunately, her throats a bit plugged up at the moment.\n\n\\\u003eYou reel your hips back until your tip reaches the edge of Mirabelle's lips.\n\n\\\u003eShe doesn't seem extremely troubled.\n\n\\\u003eTime to proceed.\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly drag your hips forward and backward as you seek your own solitary pleasure using Mirabelle's mouth.\n\n\\\u003eMaking sure not to scrape yourself on her teeth, you get into a steady rythym.\n\n\\\u003eDiving all the way in, then pulling all the way back.\n\n\\\u003eYou listen to the strange sounds she's making, confirming that they arent vocalizations of pain or discomfort.\n\n\\\u003eBut whatever those sounds are, they are strangely erotic at the moment.\n\n\\\u003eYou notice that, this doesn't really feel like normal succ, since she's not actively participating in the ways she normally does.\n\n\\\u003eKinda feels more like you're just using her like a toy.\n\n\\\u003eWhich you guess is kind of part of the fetish, huh?\n\n\\\u003eBut meh, you may be getting your kicks, but you wouldn't want Mirabelle to feel neglected.\n\n\\\u003eYou're pretty sure that's a whole different subgenre to the kink.\n\n\\\u003eSo you as you proceed to use her mouth as you are, you arch forward and run your hands along her body.\n\n\\\u003eAnd just as she has before, she flinches when you touch her.\n\n\\\u003eThose reactions excite you.\n\n\\\u003eGuess the blindfold is doing its job.\n\n\\\u003eYou run your hands up and down her sides, rubbing her belly as well.\n\n\\\u003eThen you drag your hands up and cup both of her perfectly modest breasts.\n\n\\\u003eTime to up the intensity.\n\n\\\u003eYou up the tempo of your hip thrusts slightly.\n\n\\\u003eAnd at the same time you pinch both of her nipples.\n\n\\\u003eShe squeals beneath you and her back arches a bit.\n\n\\\u003eHowever you don't slow down your hips or your fingers.\n\n\\\u003eYou pinch and tweak her nipples as you continue to draw your length in and out.\n\n\\\u003eThis is strangely enjoyable.\n\n\\\u003eSo enjoyable perhaps, that you're already feeling ready to burst.\n\n\\\u003eBut that would be too easy.\n\n\\\u003eSo you put a hold on everything.\n\n\\\u003eYou release her and draw your manhood from the warm maw you nestled it in.\n\n\\\u003eAs you pull back, you spy Mirabelle's tongue peeking out from the bottom of her lip.\n\n\\\u003eYou pull back, ready to move on to the next stage.\n\n\\\u003eBut something catches your attention.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle's neck.\n\n\\\u003eIt's very.\n\n\\\u003eExposed.\n\n\\\u003eAnd vulnerable.\n\n\\\u003eYour hand takes on a mind of its own and you clasp your hand around her throat.\n\n\\\u003eThe garbled \"hmm' of surprise and confusion catches your attention as well.\n\n\\\u003eYou wait for a bicycle kick of refusal.\n\n\\\u003eBut it does not come.\n\n\\\u003eYou give yourself a brief moment to recover.\n\n\\\u003eAnd then continue for a bit longer, holding on to Mirabelle's throat as you continue to use her.\n\n\\\u003eAlright, you really will already cum if you keep going.\n\n\\\u003eSo you abruptly pause.\n\n\\\u003e... Eh.\n\n\\\u003eJust a few more for good measure.\n\n\\\u003eYou toss a few finishing thrusts back and forth before you withdraw completely.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle lays there, breathing heavily. She coughs a few times, but nothing too disastrous.\n\n\\\u003eYou retrieve your hand from her throat and grip her by her shoulders again, before turning her properly onto your bed.\n\n\\\u003eYou crwal on to it yourself and kneel in front of her.\n\n\\\u003eLike a vicious beast being offered an innocent sacrifice.\n\n\\\u003eYou roll your neck and the joints pop satisfyingly.\n\n\\\u003eThe sound however causes Mirabelle to jump and her ears to shoot up.\n\n\\\u003eyou grab her legs by the knee and spread them apart.\n\n\\\u003eExpecting to need to give her some more excitement before you could get to actual business, but.\n\n\\\u003eShe is. Drenched, soaked, other various voluminous liquid based terms.\n\n\\\u003eShe's more turned on than you expected.\n\n\\\u003eAnd these sounds escaping her.\n\n\\\u003eAs she breathes, after she inhales, there's this tiny squeak that comes out.\n\n\\\u003eIt almost sounds. Like a whimper.\n\n\\\u003eYou really hope the blindfold is actually working, because you would hate for her to see the sadistic smile that's crossing your face.\n\n\\\u003eYou want to know what other sounds you can get her to make.\n\n\\\u003eYou line your head up with her entrance.\n\n\\\u003eShe flinches in response.\n\n\\\u003eYou push forward until the head makes its way inside.\n\n\\\u003eAnd in one swift and unyeilding motion, you jam the rest of your length in until you bottom out.\n\n\\\u003eShe squeals at the sudeen motion and clenches you so tight that you can't even retreat.\n\n\\\u003eYou feel her walls contract and relax several times.\n\n\\\u003eIs that?\n\n\\\u003eDid she?\n\n\\\u003eYou just stuck it in, there's no way. You won't count that.\n\n\\\u003eYou bring your hands under her legs to grip her at the bend of the knee.\n\n\\\u003eThen you begin to thrust at a moderate pace.\n\n\\\u003eNo slow buildup this time, you're diving right in.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle doesn't even try to contain her moans.\n\n\\\u003eAt the same time, her back is arching and she's writhing in the confines you've set her in.\n\n\\\u003eYou continue at this pace and slam your hips into hers.\n\n\\\u003eYou think about what you're going to do to her next.\n\n\\\u003eBut the pitch in her moans change, and you take notice.\n\n\\\u003eHer body writhes.\n\n\\\u003eShe grits her teeth.\n\n\\\u003eAnd her walls begin to clench heavily once again.\n\n\\\u003eOh, so she did.\n\n\\\u003eYou continue to thrust to give her those final throngs of pleasure.\n\n\\\u003eAnd then you stop abruptly.\n\n\\\u003e\"So, what do you think so far?\" you ask. \"Enjoying yourself?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou wait for her to catch her breath and answer you.\n\n\\\u003eShe doesn't speak. But she does nod.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe stays silent for a few moments longer.\n\n\\\u003e\"Y-yes.\" she finally relents.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes what?\" you throw back.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm... Enjoying myself.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"So.\" you say, embodying all the sass she's ever given you. \"You like being tied up?\"\n\n\\\u003eOnce again, she goes silent.\n\n\\\u003eThen you manage to catch a faint \"Mhm\".\n\n\\\u003eYou lean in close to her and ask \"What was that?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe senses\u0026nbsp; how close you are and slightly shrinks away. But she still gives you the answer you want. \"I. Like being tied up.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou lean back and chuckle villainously. \"Yeah, I can tell. You already came twice.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe opens her mouth to respond, probably to deny it.\n\n\\\u003eBut she knows she can't.\n\n\\\u003e\"And you're about to get a third.\" you say, renewing your thrusts. \"And yet I haven't even got one yet.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou lean in close once again and say, \"Isn't that a bit selfish of you?\" with as malicious a voice as you can conjure.\n\n\\\u003eYou don't expect her to respond.\n\n\\\u003eBut when she does, it throws you for a loop.\n\n\\\u003e\"I- I'm sorry.\" she barely whispers.\n\n\\\u003e\"What was that?\" you ask.\n\n\\\u003eYou heard. But you just want to hear it again.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm sorry.\" she says more clearly.\n\n\\\u003e\"I guess we'll see how sorry you are.\" you say.\n\n\\\u003eYou let go of one of her legs to bring your hand to her face.\n\n\\\u003eShe twitches as you cup her cheek.\n\n\\\u003eYou stroke it gently.\n\n\\\u003eBefore you take your thumb and hook it into the side of her cheek.\n\n\\\u003eSeeing this has always been kind of hot, yet you aren't sure why.\n\n\\\u003eThen Mirabelle makes it even better by letting her tongue loll out of her mouth.\n\n\\\u003eOoh that's good.\n\n\\\u003eYou're reaching the end here.\n\n\\\u003eAll that pausing and slowing down and building up you did means this might be a biggun.\n\n\\\u003eYou remove your thumb from Mirabelle's cheek and return it to her leg.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey Mira... How flexible do you think you are?\" you ask.\n\n\\\u003e\"I- mm, I- I, dunnooo.\" is her vague answer.\n\n\\\u003eYou shrug. \"Guess we'll find out.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou take her legs and push them back into you've basically pinned her legs to be parallel with her body.\n\n\\\u003eYou're almost sure this is a variant of the mating press.\n\n\\\u003eAh well you will proceed as you are.\n\n\\\u003eMirabelle squeals in some sort of erotic fusion of shock and excitement.\n\n\\\u003eAnd you lay into her with hard, deep strokes.\n\n\\\u003eYou've got a whole new batch of baby batter ready to bestow on this bunny.\n\n\\\u003eAnd you give a final few thrusts and burst.\n\n\\\u003eYour orgasm pushes Mirabelle over the edge for the third climax in such a short amount of time.\n\n\\\u003eYou let her insides strangle the life from your manhood for a bit longer, before you quickly free yourself from her grip.\n\n\\\u003eYou release her legs like a youth who's grown bored of a toy he's been playing with.\n\n\\\u003eYou look at Mirabelle's face.\n\n\\\u003eHer 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.\n\n\\\u003eIt might be time to call it good here.\n\n\\\u003eIs what you think beofre you absolutely nix that pathetic idea.\n\n\\\u003eYou grip Mirabelle by the shoulder and hip.\n\n\\\u003eThen roll her over on to her stomach.\n\n\\\u003eYou grab her hips and reel them back until she's up on her knees.\n\n\\\u003eIt's almost like the widely acclaimed doggy style.\n\n\\\u003eBut she can't use her arms to hold herself up.\n\n\\\u003eSo she's actually.\n\n\\\u003eAss up, face down.\n\n\\\u003eLIke that Fat Jow song from a few years ago.\n\n\\\u003eYou understand the appeal, finally.\n\n\\\u003eShe turns her head slightly and asks \"We- we're still going?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Of course we are. I usually have to keep up with you, I know you can keep up with me.\" you tell her.\n\n\\\u003eYou know she wants more, just like you do.\n\n\\\u003eAnd it does not take you long to return to fighting form.\n\n\\\u003eSo you place a hand on her ass and line up.\n\n\\\u003eThen return to your rightful place within.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eAnd begin your hammering in earnest.\n\n\\\u003eYou start straight off with a decently quick pace, because your pleasure and hers will accept no less.\n\n\\\u003eYou watch the way Mirabelle's body moves as you slam into her.\n\n\\\u003eHer head turned toward the right.\n\n\\\u003eYou can't see her eyes obviously.\n\n\\\u003eYou watch her ears bounce and flop.\n\n\\\u003eYou 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.\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eHer ears.\n\n\\\u003eA wicked idea buries itself in your cruel mind.\n\n\\\u003eYou pull her back by her tied up forearms until she's basically in the normal doggy style pose.\n\n\\\u003eThen with your free hand, you take both of her ears and grab onto them as if they were a long lock of her hair.\n\n\\\u003eAnd then you tug slightly backward on them.\n\n\\\u003eAnd her entire body reacts to that.\n\n\\\u003eYou wouldn't attempt to tug drastically hard or hold her weight up by her ears.\n\n\\\u003eThat would probably be like trying to hold a human up by their ears.\n\n\\\u003eBut you do give them slight tugs backward when you thrust forward.\n\n\\\u003eAnd her insides clench every time you do.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ahh, Anooo-. Tha- my, earsss!\" she falters in forming coherent sentences.\n\n\\\u003eBut!\n\n\\\u003eShe's not saying the word, so she must be fine.\n\n\\\u003eYou continue. For a time.\n\n\\\u003eUntil you get another devious idea.\n\n\\\u003eSpeaking of buts.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eThis one right here is a prime target.\n\n\\\u003eYou release her ears and arms without warning and her face plops right back into your pillows.\n\n\\\u003eThen you bring your right hand up.\n\n\\\u003eYou gaze deeply at your target.\n\n\\\u003eThis hand glows with an awesome power!\n\n\\\u003eYou smack Mirabelle's ass.\n\n\\\u003eAnd the reaction is immediate.\n\n\\\u003eShe seizes up.\n\n\\\u003eShe tries to scream out but her voice actually catches in her throat.\n\n\\\u003eYou continue to move your hips without mercy though.\n\n\\\u003eOr you'd like to, but you actually do slow down to give her a moment to recover.\n\n\\\u003eShe bites into one of your pillows.\n\n\\\u003eYou gently rub the cheek you just decimated in apology.\n\n\\\u003e\"Aww, did I hit you too hard?\" you coo tauntingly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Mmmff.\" she grumbles, still chomped into your pillow.\n\n\\\u003e\"No?\" you try to confirm.\n\n\\\u003eShe takes a few stuttery, shaky breaths in and out of her nose. Then slowly shakes her head.\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright then.\" You lift your hand.\n\n\\\u003eJust the action of raising your hand from her body causes her to flinch.\n\n\\\u003eShe tenses up. Because she knows what you're about to do again.\n\n\\\u003eYou bring your hand back down across her pliant flesh.\n\n\\\u003eShe squeals again as you make contact.\n\n\\\u003eYou drop your hand again.\n\n\\\u003eAnd again. And again.\n\n\\\u003eYou tan the other side of her hide to keep it even.\n\n\\\u003eThen you resume your piston motions.\n\n\\\u003eYou alternate your rythym.\n\n\\\u003eYou smack her ass at moments during your retreat.\n\n\\\u003eWhich makes the reentry even better as she clenches around you.\n\n\\\u003eThe resounding clap that echoes in your room brings you pleasure.\n\n\\\u003eSo much so that you think you're approaching the end again.\n\n\\\u003eSo you relent on the tenderizing.\n\n\\\u003eAnd bring your hand to the base of the fluffy nub that's been going crazy for a while now.\n\n\\\u003eYou wrap your hand around her tail as best you can.\n\n\\\u003eAnd as you cum you pull upwards on it, like you're trying to pluck a carrot from the ground.\n\n\\\u003eYou empty your tank in Mirabelle.\n\n\\\u003eAnd apparently Mirabelle's orgasm hit her even harder than you and her expected.\n\n\\\u003eBecause her honeypot is flowing.\n\n\\\u003eShe's shaking and twitching violently.\n\n\\\u003eHer fingers and toes are flexing wildly.\n\n\\\u003eAnd then her legs can't support her anymore and she collapses.\n\n\\\u003eThis could possibly be what people on the internet refer to as \"fucked silly\".\n\n\\\u003ePhew.\n\n\\\u003eThat was amazing.\n\n\\\u003eYou pat her on the ass twice.\n\n\\\u003eShe is currently unresponsive.\n\n\\\u003eAlright, time to free her from her bonds.\n\n\\\u003eAnd possibly get murdered as soon as you do.\n\n\\\u003eIt will be a death well earned, and well deserved.\n\n\\\u003eYou reach over gently and undo the bandana on her arms, then toss it to the side and undo her blindfold.\n\n\\\u003eShe blinks several times trying to regain her perception, and stares vaguely in your direction.\n\n\\\u003eAlright, you've had your fun, time to return to normal Anon mode.\n\n\\\u003e\"You okay Mira?' you ask with genuine concern. \"I didn't go too far did I?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe takes slow, even breaths as she continues to look at you.\n\n\\\u003e\"You made me say all those embarrassing things.\" she starts. \"You grabbed my neck. You pulled my ears, and my tail.\"\n\n\\\u003eAnd then her blue eyes burn a hole in your soul.\n\n\\\u003eAnd you smacked my ass over a dozen times.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod in confirmation.\n\n\\\u003eYou did. You did do all that.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\n\n\\\u003eYeah, you kind of figured she would get revenge somehow.\n\n\\\u003eYou shrug and lay yourself next to her.\n\n\\\u003eShe doesn't take her eyes off you.\n\n\\\u003e\"So.\" you say. \"My thing. Yay or nay?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe turns and looks to the ceiling as she contemplates.\n\n\\\u003e\"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.\"\n\n\\\u003eDope.\n\n\\\u003e\"And that uh. Thing you did near the beginning was kind of, interesting.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmm? What thing?\" you ask.\n\n\\\u003e\"Where you. Y'know, had me upside down. And then you put your hand around my neck. That was. Kind of, exciting.\"\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eA slow, sadistic smile creeps onto your face.\n\n\\\u003e\"Masochist.\" you say out loud before you can contemplate holding your tongue.\n\n\\\u003eAnd she slugs you in the shoulder before you can even tell it's coming.\n\n\\\u003eYou simultaneously whine and laugh.\n\n\\\u003eYou've still got a few days left before your and Mirabelle's parents return.\n\n\\\u003eThough something tells you these next few days might just be more of the same.\n\n\\\u003eBut that's fine. You can keep experimenting with the things you and Mirabelle might have.\n\n\\\u003eYou just hope that she doesn't gain anything more dangerous than what she already has.\n\n\\\u003eYou also pray that your dear queen's imminent revenge doesn't completely destroy you.\n\n\\\u003eBecause you may have to gain a different thing entirely if she decides to take your thing a step further.\n\n\\\u003eLike honestly, with the way she treats you so far, you're probably a few steps away from gaining a femdom kink.\n\n\\\u003eMaybe you secretly already do have one.\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eMay she find mercy in her heart.\n\n\\\u003eLong live the queen.\n\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n\nAuthor's Notes:\n\nI probably shouldn't write, while I'm afflcted with down bad. I added a lot more stuff than I initially planned.\u0026nbsp;\n\nOr I guess, maybe I should, huh? I'll leave that up to you.\n\nI 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.\n\nLike always, let me know what you think.\n\nAnd like always, I will see you on the horizon, my fellow degenerates.","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1818894-king-of-the-ring-4-chaos.json"}