The Misunderstood Bun

Anon finds and comforts a lonely rabbit girl while dealing with a parasitic relationship.
(I tried my best to make the plot work but I think I wrote myself into a hole. Either way, enjoy the story!)

Tags [;female; ;rabbit;][;m-pov;][;comforting;][;party;][;romance;][;gore;][;kissing;][;drama;][;smut;]


CHAPTER 1 - THE LONELY RABBIT


    "Hey Anon, check this shit out!" Brad shouted.

    You angrily glance over to the direction of your co-worker, a light-gray burly-looking ox fellow with two giant protruding horns, who at this moment decided it would be a grand idea to chug a 1/5th bottle of dark rum. On-lookers were gawking at the spectacle, some of them in disapproval of his tomfoolery. Others were cheering him on, including two sexily dressed vixen twins that sat on both sides of him. He had always been considered as the "class jock" during his high school days and even more during parties, which you were currently invited to. The party was held at his bachelor pad, a large rustic house with several stories that  him and his roommate resided at. You didn't want to go to the party but it beats staying home by yourself. Besides, seeing how you were single and the world was now full of humans and anthros, you thought it would be a good idea to mingle with some people on this Thursday night.
    Unfortunately, you didn't collect any numbers yet. Not that you were terrible looking, but most of the attenders didn't really tickle your fancy, despite getting looks from some anthro women. And your co-worker was slowly starting to wear on your nerves bit by bit.

    Brad takes the bottle of alcohol and tilts it upwards, draining the liquid straight into his mouth without hesitation.
"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" You hear a few patrons chant. Possibly a few of Brad's buddies? You weren't sure nor did you cared all that much. His eyes closed tightly as you watched him guzzle the rum down. After what felt like eons, he lets out a loud rapturous belch that echoed throughout the room, pleased with his own performance. A few viewers clapped at the mediocre show, somehow amazed at the feat. Brad puts on a huge grin and even adds in a flex to top off his achievement. All you could do is shake your head in shame. Brad had always made a fool of himself in many different situations and you had to bail him out whenever things got out of control.
    Letting out a deep sigh, you leave the room and head upstairs where a large wooden balcony sat just outside one of the rooms on the second floor. The door leading to the balcony was barely cracked open. But before you made your way towards the glass door, you noticed a dark figure standing on the other side of it, slightly illuminated by the moonlit sky.

    "H-hello?" a feminine voice quietly calls out.

    She turns around to face you to reveal that she was a rabbit. Her clothes were a simple tight fitting, light blue tank top and small navy-blue shorts. She was slightly shorter than you, about a good few inches compared to your 6ft even height. You could barely make out in the dim light but she had a patch of white fur right around her nose which was complimenting compared to her smokey grayish fur that covered her entire body. She had fairly two prominent incisors that sparkled in the dim light. Her ears were flattened and her nose twitched nervously. She seemed scared of you, or rather who you could possibly be. You give a small wave to make your presence more known.

    "Hey, I'm sorry. Was I bothering you?" You asked.
    She shakes her head and lets out a small exhale, her ears perking up back to their apparently normal position. "No you're fine. I..I just came to get some fresh air". She turns towards the balcony railing as you approached the platform.
    "Same. Plus Brad is being an ass-hat as usual so I needed to get away from him." You said, chuckling as you find a spot next to her.
    You placed your hands on the railing and leaned forward, admiring the grassy backyard landscape dotted with tall pine trees. The cool breeze nipped at your exposed face and arms as you took your solace from the noisy party below.
    The rabbit looks at you, carrying an almost disgusted look on her face. "You're friends with that guy?"
    "Not really by choice." you said bluntly.
    Truth be told, you were only "friends" with him because of the workplace constantly keeping both of you partnered up, which you guessed that he took it as a hint that you two should be friends. You and Brad were technicians at small company that produced small motors for cars. At first you didn't object his friendship but as time went on, and the more you got to know the Ox, the more you realize how much you disliked him. He was brash and arrogant. A cocky guy that flirted and fucked with any girl he would came across despite having an ongoing long distance relationship. And he wasn't the brightest bulb either. With you two working together at your job, you constantly had to pick up any slack from Brad's incompetence since both of you manned the same die-casting machine. And on top of this, you also had to train new technicians instead of Brad since he lacked the technical knowledge to do so. The only real reason why you stuck around with him because you didn't have many other friends while his friends would consistently ditch him whenever he wanted to hang out.

    "Long story short, I'd feel bad if I cut ties with him." you simply said.
    "Well aren't you Mr. Noble." she says sarcastically in a flat tone.
    You waved dismissively at her remark and smirked. "Come on now, enough about him. I didn't get away from Brad just for me to talk to you about him. I came outside to relax for a bit." You turned towards her, catching a glimpse of her bright teal colored eyes.
    "Seeing how you dislike Brad though, what brings you here at his party?" you questioned, tilting your head to the side.
    The rabbit ears drooped hearing your words. "My friends invited me over. They said that I should stop keeping myself cooped up in my apartment. That I needed to 'interact' a bit more with others." she grumbled.
    'Huh, same predicament as me I guess', you mused to yourself.
    "It's just a waste of time! The food stinks, the drinks are cheap, and everything is too loud! It makes me want to just go back home and read my books." She huffs, crossing her arms in an bitter fashion.
    "Besides...no one wants to talk to me. I tried sparking up a conversation to a few people and things were going OK at first but...", her eyes moved from your face to the worn out balcony floor, tapping her feet lightly against the wooden boards. "...they just... walked away. And I don't know why."
    Your heart was torn. You definitely knew how it felt to be lonely and ignored, but to have people completely turn away from this rabbit gal was inexcusable to you. She seemed kind and soft-spoken in the few moments you spent with her. She certainly wasn't bad company by any means at all. You even thought she was quite appealing to look at. She had a slim and fit figure with a small waist, wide hips, and shapely toned thighs. Her breasts were a modest C size that tugged against her tank top, her bra barely visible from the fabric of her shirt.
    "Hey now that's not true." You place a hand on her shoulder, comforting her as you rub your palm against her short fur. "I'm here, we're talking, and I haven't left you." you said, giving her a reassuring smile.
    She places her hand on yours and smiles back. "Thanks Mr. Noble."
    "Aw come on, just call me Anon.", you laugh.
    She covers her mouth and lets out a subtle giggle. "Sorry Anon, it was too good to pass up. My name is Claire by the way."
    Both of you talked on the wooden perch for some time. You tell her about your current job and how you work with Brad, along with your resentments against him. She tells you that she works at a local bakery, one that you were quite familiar with. It turns out that the owner of the bakery was her grandmother and that Claire wanted to pick up the business. You also learned that she was your age, which was 27, and that she had quite a lot in common with you. Ranging from playing similar video games, having the same tastes in music, and even reciting lines from your favorite movies. You could easily tell that Claire had started warming up to you too. The moment spending with her were very pleasant.

    But unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end.

    The rabbit bolts up in a panic, "Oh crap, I nearly forgot about my friends! T-they were my ride here!" She quickly heads towards the balcony door and looks back at you hastily. "It's been a real treat Anon, but I need to see if they haven't left me yet!" And just like that, she darts through the empty room to head downstairs. Right before you could ask for her number.
    'Smooth move bucko, the one girl that was mildly interesting to talk to just up and left without a trace.' you thought to yourself. You lift your head up, letting a big breath of air through you lips at your missed chance. Fumbling through your pocket, you check the time on your phone. And at that moment, you hear the loud brazen bull stumbling through the darkness towards you.
    "He-he-heyyyy buddaayyy! Where've ya been at BROOOOO!!", the bulky Ox placed his full weight upon you, his arm draped over your neck and shoulders as your knees strained under his massive mass. You gasped and wheezed, inhaling the foul stench of his bile infested booze breath which stung the hairs in your nostrils. His shirt was visibly crusted with vomit, probably an outcome of his ill-thought out drinking performance from earlier. You pushed him off of you, wiping down your clothes to make sure you didn't get any of the substance on you.
    "I was talking with someone."
    The look on Brad's face was like a newborn toddler trying to understand words for the first time. His eyes squints and his mouth opens and closes for a few seconds until he manages to mentally pieces his sentence together. "Oooh shiiiit dude. Didja lay any pipe?! Whaat did she looked like?!" Brad swayed back and forth, almost like he would topple over at any minute.
    "No Brad, we just talked. Not every girl wants to spread her legs open for anyone."
    "Psssfhhh yeeahh allright nerd. Yaaa just dunno what to say to emm'" he says, giving a hard poke at your chest. "I'ma go back to the partaayy. Thosse fox gals been grabbin at me allll night." He sloppily turns the door frame and stumbles back downstairs. Distant shouts were heard from the Ox as he made his way downwards.

    At that note, you decided that it would be in your best interest to leave.

    As you walked through the first floor and made your way towards the front entrance, the door swings open to reveal the same bunny that ran away from you. Except she looked even worse than when you found her upstairs.
    "O-oh hey Anon!" she looks up at you and immediately perks up at your presence as she walks back in the building.
    "Sup Claire? Did your friends bail out on you?" you said in a half mocking way.
    Instantly, you regretted speaking those words after seeing her expression shift back to a look of hopelessness.
    "They passed out in their cars. Both of them are too drunk to drive anywhere and my car is back at home. We all carpooled here." She peeks down at her phone, nervously twitching her nose again. "Besides, I need to head to work tomorrow and it's getting late! I promised my grandma that I would take over the morning shift." She places her hands on her face, dragging her fingertips across her fur slowly. "Ugh she's gonna kill me." she whines.
    You shake your head "Not if I can help it. I'll take you home. Besides I didn't drink since I got here."
    Her cute eyes widened with surprise and relief. "Really?! Oh thank you so much!" She grins, pouncing on you for a giant hug.
    You hug her back. "Hey no problem, it's the least I can do!"
    At this point you noticed some anthros were staring at the both of you. A few people were gawking at you in bewilderment for some odd reason. Others were whispering among themselves. You didn't catch anything of what they were saying, mostly due to the loud music bombarding your ear drums. You just chalked it up that they were surprised you managed to talk to someone.
    "I'll go grab my stuff from my friend's car right quick. I'll be right back."
    She then turns back towards the door, keeping an optimistic pep in her step as she walks away.
    As you wait for her, some scruffy looking male deer anthro nudges your arm with his elbow.
    "Niiice Anon, you scored hella hard today bro."
    Startled, you turn to your side and see one of Brad's roommates near you. You knew him as Buck.
    Like you, he was also tired of Brad's shenanigans. Unfortunately for Buck's case, Brad surprisingly owned the place and he allowed Buck to stay with him, forcing him to deal with his behavior. Luckily he was a relatively chill deer and he regularly kept in contact with you, since you and Buck would play all sorts of video games together.
    You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. "Nah dude chill, we haven't done anything. She's a nice girl compared to some of the people I've seen here."
    "True, she did seem kinda quiet when she first got here. Especially right after Brad tried to hit on her earlier. She ended up turning him down quickly.", he said before lifting red plastic cup to his lips.
    "Of course. That damn horn-dog will fuck anything that moves."
    "Anyway Anon, I gotta go." He tosses his finished cup in the trash. "I gotta start telling people to leave before they end up crashing here in the house. And the big fella passed out in his room with those fox girls so he can't do shit right now." He groans before extending his hand to you.
    "I'll see ya later Anon."
    You reach out and give him your usual handshake "Alright Buck, take it easy."
    Just as you finished your conversation with him, Claire comes back with her belongings. "Alright anon, I'm ready!"
    You nod in response, leading her to your car before waving to everyone.

    The drive to her place was a pleasant one. Claire and you talked more about what kind of video games you enjoyed. While you enjoyed fighting and action games, she was more into RPGs heavily focused on the story aspect of the game. Perhaps due to her obsession of novels that she hoarded over the years. She went on how much she loved reading and also managed to write a few stories here and there, which piqued your interests. As your car nears her apartment complex and you park in one of the empty parking spots, the conversation closes as she slowly gather her things and opens the passenger door. Her apartment was stationed on the second floor. Room 204.
    You both stand next to her door as she slides her hands in her pockets, her tight shorts giving her a bit of trouble obtaining her keys. As she places them inside of the doorknob, she looks back to you with a warm smile.
    "Anon, it's been really fun hanging out with you." She says, rubbing the back of her elbow.
    "Same Claire, you definitely made that party a lot more interesting." you said, grinning.
    You couldn't tell too much due to her grayish fur, but you definitely felt like she was blushing at this point.
    "Oh geez Anon, you big flirt." she gently swats at your arm. Her eyes stared deeply in yours for a few seconds before she interrupts the silence.
    "Seriously Anon, thank you for not ditching me mid conversation like everyone else did." she takes one of your hands and squeezes it tightly.
    Now, the tables turned as you felt your face redden with a hint of embarrassment.
    She continues, rubbing her thumb along the knuckles of your hands, massaging them "If you want, maybe...maybe we can hang out some more this week?"
    "O-of course! I'd love to!"
    She pulls out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling what appears to be her phone number on it.
    And at that moment, Claire abruptly leans forward and plants a smooch on your cheek, handing the paper in your hands in the process.
    "Then it's a date! I get off work early tomorrow so call me around 12:00pm!"
    And with a wiggle of her nose, she opens her door and heads inside of her apartment.
Your head was on cloud nine at the moment as you checked the paper for her number, jotting it down in your phone. You walked down to your car and shot her a text while you sat in your driver seat, just for her to recognize that it was you. Within a few minutes after sending your message, she response back with a simple winking smiley face. You smiled at her response and start your engine to head back home, excited for what the next day would bring to you.



CHAPTER 2 - MURMURS OF THE PAST



    The harsh smell of molten metal filled your nose as you toiled away on your machine at work. The metal cast needed to be changed out to a different mold to produce a set of parts needed for the next production process. And it's a good thing you've managed to stay ahead of schedule. With the extra time that it brought you, it also meant that you could head home just before lunch time.

    Which was right at 12PM.

    Your manager walked from machine to machine in order to routinely check on everyone's process, relaying what needed to be done for each technician during that day. He was an Owl named Derrick. He was also relatively laid back and very lenient with his staff when it came to work. In fact, you were probably considered one of his favorite workers. Not only were you always ahead of schedule, you previously helped save the company tons of money by making suggestions towards the production process, which optimized costs. And to top it all off you were always on time showing up to your job. Quite the opposite of a certain someone that you normally were partnered up with. Speaking of which . . .

    Brad was not at work today.

    You deduced that it was his dumb stunt from the previous night. The poor bastard was probably suffering from a terrible hangover. You shook your head at the thought as you cleaned your workstation for the next shift in line, eagerly ready to get off work. As your manager approaches your station, he gives you a hearty smile.

    "Anon, great work today!" he pats your back with his feathered hand. Bits of metallic flakes were brushed off of your uniform that fluttered down onto the hard concrete ground.
    "Thanks boss, I've already set up the machine for second shift." You wipe your brow with a piece of spare cloth you had on you. "Am I still set to leave early?"
    He nods "Aye lad, you sure are." He takes on of his hands and rubs his lower beak "I wonder where Brad is at though. This is the 5th time he hasn't shown up to work this year and the fella has already used up his vacation time." He lets out a grunt of frustration, folding his feathery arms together. "I've been trying so hard to not suspend him but he's leaving me with no choice now."
    Actually, you've been counting how many days he's been missing and it's MUCH more than a measly 5 days.
    You plainly shrug your shoulders. "Beats me man."
    "I know the you guys hang out from time to time but if you can, be sure to talk some sense into him for me, will ya?"
    "I'll see what I can do man."
    You weren't really sure if you could convince that guy to do anything, but at the very least you could give it a shot. After all your boss usually does not ask for help with his employees at all.
    "Well, whatever then. I'll see you on Monday Anon.", he waves his hand and continues to the other machines.
    You waved back, gathered your stuff and walked out of the facility, past multiple departments and the company's security system, all the way to your car. You grabbed your phone, punching in a message to Claire that you were done for today and that you were available to chill with her. And just like with yesterday, her response came fast.
    "Can you come to my place? I need to talk to you please" it reads.
    You were puzzled. You sent her another message, asking her what's wrong.
    "My friends told me something that happened yesterday, I just really need someone to talk to."
    Your blood runs cold in your veins as you read her plea. You jam your key in the ignition and immediately head to her place. Your mind racing to figure out what could be wrong with her. As you nearly speed through traffic, you make your way back to her apartment, changing out of your dusty clothes into a pair of clean ones that you've normally kept in your car after work. You dash up the stairs to her apartment complex and knock on her door. On the other side of the door, you could hear her faint footsteps getting louder until she reaches the doorknob to open it. And your heart couldn't take at the sight in front of you.

    Claire looked like a mess. Tears were streaming down her fuzzy cheeks. Her ears were flattened and her clothes looked ruffled. In one of her hands, she held a small white tissue, probably used to dry her face.
    "H-hey Anon. You can come in" she said, holding back her quiet sobs. She motions to the space behind her as she turns back around and leads you into her apartment.
    You walk behind her and closed the door, your mind still processing the poor sight of the rabbit.
    Her place was moderately clean and heavily organized. It contained a mix of modern and industrial furniture, all were neatly placed. She had a few bookshelves filled with various books on the far right side of the room. To the left of it, she had a decently sized TV, already tuned to what you had assumed to be a favorite show of hers. She plops down on the sofa near the wall and you find yourself sitting beside her. Her eyes were fixed at the TV for a short amount of time before she looks down, still wiping her damp face.
    "Claire....what happened? Are you ok?"
    She turns her face towards you, clinging onto her tissue. You could tell she was trying her best to compose herself.
    "My f-friends. Last night they told me why exactly people were turning away from me."
    Her eyes closed tightly, trying to suppress the torrent of tears. "A rumor w-was spreading around the party. About me. I...I don't know who started it but..", she pauses, balling up her hands into fists. Her head hanged low as she went on with her story.
    "T-they told me that...some of the guys they were talking to...they said that I...I.." she was choking up at this point.
    "You what?" you say, trying to coax the remaining words out of her.
    "That...I'm a whore." she whispers quietly.
    "Wait...what?"
    She nods slowly. "They said that I was...a whore. M-my friend, Bonnie, she told me that she heard all kinds of things about me from multiple people after the party. Things like 'Claire is a whore, she carry all kinds of STDs, stay away from that cheating tramp, don't trust rabbits.'
    Claire didn't seem the type of person who would cause a scene and make up a imaginary scenario. And those disconcerting looks the you received the other day lined up with what she told you. After all, anthros and humans have been together for ages and inter-species relationships weren't really frowned upon anymore. Not that anything official happened between you two considering that you only met her yesterday, but you could only guess that people assumed that you and her were together.
    She buries her face in her handkerchief. "I-I dealt with this bullying before...gr-growing up. Back when I was in high-school. I..I never really had a re-relationship because of it either. Guys would either walk up to me and ask for sex...just to laugh at me. A-and some guys j-just...avoided me. And most girls gave me means looks, thinking I would...try to steal their boyfriends. College was a lot better but I-I was scared. I didn't want to be made fun again so I just...kept to myself and stayed mostly in my dorm...every semester."
    High school was a tough time for you too. Back then, the kids were ruthless and would strike anyone down that was deemed out of place or fit with any stereotypes. Birds were thought to be dumb due to their brain size, skunks were brutally sprayed with perfume or cologne, sloths were mocked by anthros speaking incredibly slow to them. And rabbits were always associated with being promiscuous. It's no wonder that Claire was a victim to this abuse at all for you. In your case, it was the usual "fur-less ape" insult that would constantly ring in your ears. You eventually tuned it out and somehow stopped being a bullying target during your time in school.
    You instinctively wrapped your arm around her, trying your best to comfort the trembling rabbit beside you. She blows into the piece of tissue and wipes her nose clean before tossing it in the trash.
    "B-bonnie and Julie...ever since we've become friends in college, they would shut down every person gossiping about me. They are really good friends and I'm thankful to have them. I don't know what I would have done without them as my roommates."
    She places her hand on your arm and leans into your body.
    "I guess...last night they were too drunk to do anything to help out." she says, biting her lip. "The rumors started right after I talked to a few people at the party. I-I don't understand why they turned on me like that. I only wanted to go out because I finally built up enough confidence to hang out with them at a party. B-but I...oh G-god, I don't know what to do now..."
    She then looks to you, her tears swelling up in her big eyes again. "You....you don't think I'm a whore...do you?"
    Her words stung your chest like a hot knife on a stove piercing your flesh. You shake your head at her question and squeeze her tightly.
    "Hell no.", you say firmly. With your free hand, you take your shirt and gently dab the water away from her leaking face. She smiles weakly at your comforting gesture.
    "Besides why would I? You've shown to me that you have a lot more class compared to the two vixens that were probably gobbling Brad's dick last night."
    Claire lets out a faint giggle that breaks through the sadness that loomed over her. "Yeah...maybe you're right. Sorry I doubted you, Mr. Noble."
    You couldn't help but laugh at her prodding at that nickname. "This again?"
    "Sorry! Again it's just too good of a timing for me to let go."
    The rabbit starts to return to her usual self in your presence. She begins to relax, snuggling up to you on the huge leathery sofa while the two of you watched the TV screen. You haven't realized just how fluffy and light her fur was as it made contact with your bare arm. It was almost heavenly. Both you and Claire stayed like this for roughly an hour, occasionally conversing about what favorite shows you enjoyed watching in your spare time. Rain started to fall outside lightly, creating a calming atmosphere for you to enjoy with your furry friend. Her head rested comfortably against the crook of your neck, her hands intertwined with yours. Neither of you wanted to move from your comfortable spots.

    Suddenly, the chime of a doorbell echos through the apartment. The rabbit in your arms hesitantly gets up from your grasp and walks to the door to open it. She's greeted by two large anthros. One was a white polar bear in a pink shirt and blue jeans and the other was a lion wearing a jet black leather jacket with matching pants and boots. Both were strong, sturdy looking females that were barely capable of fitting through the doorframe.
    "Claire!" They both shout as they smother their friend in an overwhelming group hug.
    "Are you ok?!" The bear whines, holding her by the shoulders.
    "There's gonna be hell to pay when I find out who said that crap about you." The lioness says, clenching her sharp teeth together.
    She pats her friend's arm and grins "Girls I'm fine! Anon came by to cheer me up." she points to you, still sitting on the couch as you begin to ponder if you're a candidate of being mauled by these two vicious looking anthros.
    The two guests stare at you then at each other. Both flashing a toothy grin back at the rabbit.
    "Ooooh so THIS was the guy you were talking about yesterday!" The lioness exclaims. She folded her arms together, as if she were sizing you up.
    "I'm Julie, and this is Bonnie." The lioness says, pointing to her larger friend with her thumb. Bonnie grins and gives you a cheerful wave of her hand.
    "Hey Julie and Bonnie. I'm Anon, nice to meet you two." You promptly get up to shake their hands.
    "Oooh, and he's a gentlemen too! Just like what she told us!" Bonnie says, gripping your hand with her powerful claws. You were almost afraid she would shred you to pieces with those knife sized nails of hers.
    "I'm still shocked that you even found him at that lame party. There were tons of jackasses there, yet here comes Claire bringing home the ONLY guy that's husband material. And all to herself too!" Julie says as she cackles to Bonnie.
    Claire swats at the two of them bashfully, her face burning a dull shade of pink. "S-stop that! You guys are embarrassing me!" She takes her ears and folds them over to shamefully hide her face.
    Bonnie and Julie both giggled at the rabbit.
    "Speaking of the party..." Julie's smile slowly fades as she turned to you. Her sharp eyes pierced through you as you stood behind the rabbit, as if she was your only line of defense.
    "Do you know who said that shit about Claire?" she says with a low growl.
    You shake your head nervously. Even with your current height, both Bonnie and Julie towered over you by half a foot. Their sheer size made them look extremely intimidating. Specifically even more now considering you had an defensive lioness eyeing you.
    "I didn't know anything about the rumors until Claire told me. Once when I got off work, I came here to see what was wrong after I got her text.", you say, gently putting both of your hands on her rabbit's shoulders.
    Claire tilts her head up behind her and gives you a warm look of content.
    Julie let's out a puff of air through her nostrils.
    "If you find out who, let me know. I got something for em'."
    Bonnie shakes her head and smiles. "Oh don't mind Julie, she's been real protective over her in college. But I can easily see that she's in good hands with you." She says with a wink.
    "Yeah, literally." Julie remarks in a teasing fashion.
    "Anyway, we just wanted to check up on you Claire. If you need anything, come give us a call ok? And anon, make sure you take care of her!" Bonnie states with an almost motherly tone.
    The two anthros give you and Claire a final goodbye wave and leave the the apartment, with Claire closing the door behind them. She turns around to face you, her face still tinged with a harsh pink color due to her friends teasing. All you could do was smile smugly as she walks to the couch without a peep. You side beside her again, her faced buried in one of the sofa pillows. She lets out a small groan and glimpses at you in her peripheral vision, undaunted by your pressuring sly gaze.
    "So...I'm a gentleman, huh?" you say, breaking the silence.
    "Mmphffff Mmmuuoo mmmree" an undecipherable muffled response is heard from her as she turns away from you.
    "I don't speak pillow, Claire."
    She removes her face from the velvety pillow surface and lets out a clear sentence. "I said 'Yes you are.' Happy now?"
    Stretching your arm around her again, you pull her close and pressed your lips her fuzzy red cheek, similar to how she kissed you the previous night.
    "Now I am." You grinned.
    "I'm gonna kill those two..." she mutters to herself.


CHAPTER 3 - THE RAGING STORM

    You wake up greeted by the cold air that crept through the cracked opening of the window near you. You rubbed your eyes and reach out to close it, yawning while you slowly go through your weekday morning routine. You were back home, the feeling of not cuddling a soft bundle of fur almost felt uneasy for you today. You ended up spending your entire weekend over at Claire's place playing video games, watching TV shows, or just flat out cuddling with each other while the rain continued to pour down outside. You and Claire were nearly inseparable those three days, basically clinging to each other during the cool winter nights on her bed. At first you felt sort of unwelcome. You only knew her for a few days and she was already comfortable with you staying the night with her, albeit shy of revealing her body to you, wearing nothing but her bra and laced panties when you two slept on the same bed. Then again, having a person pour their life problems onto you would probably give a solid reason for them to trust you. And even during your short time together, you and Claire decided that you two were officially a couple.
    After rousing from your bed, you grab your work clothes and head in your bathroom for a quick shower. The hot water pelted your skin, easing away the leftover sluggishness from your still waking body. After getting out of the shower, you brush your teeth and put on your clothes to leave for the day, but not before grabbing a quick bite to eat while shooting Claire a good morning text.
    You arrive at your regular machine, whirring it back to life by going through your standard work procedure. You turn your head to the far side of the room, squinting your eyes to adjust your vision on a digital clock placed on the wall.
    It was 6:43am. 17 minutes before your actual starting time.
    This was the norm for you seeing how you were always raised to be early for important events, in this case your job.
    You double checked your setup, checking the pressure of the fluids, making sure the furnace was heated evenly, and ensured your correct settings were set. As the die cast process begins, you wipe your hands with the cloth rag you carried in your back pocket and grabbed a cup of water near a water dispenser across the room.
    Your boss walks in and waves in your general direction.
    "Aye Anon, good to see you here early." He yawns, still trying to shake off his morning drowsiness. "You had a good weekend?"
    You nodded cheerfully. "Hell yeah boss, it was a little rough on Friday but things got better over time."
    "At least things worked out well for you in the end, right?" He grabs a cup and turns on a nozzle, filling it up halfway before he raises the cup to his beak.
    "Yeah, definitely." You finish the rest of your water before throwing it in the trash.
    "Well prepare for some more good news Anon. I'll let you know by the end of the day, before you leave. It's very important so make sure you see me before you head off."
    He turns and gets ready to head out of the room. But before he takes a step away, he turns back to you.
    "Say...did you ever talk to Brad by any chance?"
    You shake your head. "Unfortunately I was held up at a friend's place during the weekend so I never found a good time to get in contact with him."
    A disgruntled exhale leaves him as he places his palm on his head. "That boy's gonna get himself fired at this rate."
    With a wave of his feathers, he walks out of the room towards his office, away from the disorienting sounds of the machinery from the large industrial room you were in.
    You continue your day normally. After your boss left to his office, Brad came barrelling in, nearly 20 minutes late. While you worked on the giant machinery, Brad made sure the parts produced by the molding process were in good condition. It was a simple job that required little effort, but somehow he would manage to pass bad parts during inspection, which were eventually caught by the next stage of production. As the day neared to a close, you set up the machine again for the next shift while Brad swept the floors. You thought about your talk with your boss, how he wanted you to talk to Brad. You simply brush the idea off and decided it would be best to talk to him after you left for today.
    First, you wanted to see Claire.
    She was still working by the time your shift ended. Her shop was located down the street from the facility you worked at. But before heading there, you heeded your superior's words and checked in at his office.
    He explains to you that due to your hard work and innovation to the production process, the higher ups thought it would be a good idea to open up an assistant manager position for you.
    As Derrick hands you a paper detailing your pay and responsibilities, you skimmed through the writing and signed your name. You pay jump was huge and left you grinning like a maniac. Giving him a hearty handshake, you left the building with a newfound confidence unlike never before. You sit in your car, pull out your phone and quickly dial Claire's number to let her know that you were off work. But you're hit with the unexpected.
    She informs you that her grandmother needed her help with the shop. She doesn't know what happened but someone smashed through the windows late Sunday night and her grandma didn't have any insurance covered for the building. Fortunately, she did have enough saved up to cover for the costs but it still meant that her shop would be out of commission for awhile until she gets her shop up and running.
    "Is everything going to be alright?" you ask.
    "..Maybe. I'm not really sure right now but it's looking pretty bad for her. This bakery is all she really has."
    You winced at those words.
    "What about you? Are you're going to be fine with the bakery down?"
    "Yeah I should be fine, I saved more than enough cash to pay rent this month. I'll call you later ok? I'm still with my grandma trying to sort everything out."
    You say your goodbye and she hangs up.
    Welp, there goes your plan for the rest of the day.
    In the meantime, you decided now would probably be the best time to talk to Brad.

    Upon arriving his house, you pull up to his driveway and give a few knocks at his door. An unfamiliar curvaceous horse girl cracks the entrance open, revealing herself to be wearing nothing an oversized T-shirt which hanged low enough to cover her groin. You put 2 and 2 together and figured that she was some random girl that Brad got a hold of to screw.
    "You here for Brad?" she asks.
    "Yeah, I need to talk to him about something." you state.
    "Alright, lemme get him for ya."
    With a loud yell of his name, she disappears back into the house. You here a faint thud of footsteps getting louder and louder the large Ox appears through the door-frame.
    "Sup nerd? I didn't see ya much after Thursday" He gives you a solid slap on your back, sitting down on the patio furniture. The strain of his weight caused the chair to creak and groan as he lowered himself down.
    "Yeah, probably because you didn't show up to work Friday." you say coldly.
    He snorts out of his nostrils "Pssh the big guy doesn't care man. He hasn't given me any lip yet so I'm good to go!"
    "No dude, you don't under--"
    You're cut off by the horse girl, somewhat hurriedly walking out of the door entrance with a phone in her hands.
    "Hey Brad, you might want to see this. Some random uploaded a video of you guys messing up that place last night. I told you, it was a bad idea..." She says worriedly, holding the screen in front of you and Brad.
    The video depicted a scene of people driving by some sort of shop, all wearing black outfits and masks, throwing heavy bricks and rocks at the glass pane. The window shatters, leaving glistening debris all over the ground outside and inside of the building. Everyone that took part of the fiasco immediately dissipates, with the camera fixed on the scene. The shop itself looked...oddly familiar. And then it hits you.
    It was the shop that belonged to Claire's grandmother.
    The ox roared into a loud cackle."I'll be fine. Besides that bitch deserved what happened to her"
    Your head mechanically snaps to him. "What 'bitch'?"
    He looks at you, wiping a tear from his eye. "This rabbit bitch at the party I hosted. Bro, she fucking rejected me in front of everyone and made me look stupid. She thought she was too good for me! So me and a few guys spread some shit about her that night. Told people she was a total AIDS infested slut, that she cheats with guys, all kinds of shit. Got her real good yesterday when we found out that she works with her fucking grandma at the bakery. I bet she won't ever fuck with me again now."
         Pure anger pulsed through your veins as your thoughts were now sharpened into one goal. With no hesitation, you send a flurry of unrestrained blows on your poor excuse for a friend, causing him to tumble over backwards, spilling a steady stream of blood from his head as it cracks against the stone ground. You take the heel of your work-boots and drive it into his face again and again until his skull was nothing but a mushy mass of brain matter and bone. The sickening crunch of each step flooded your ringing ears, urging you to keep going. Blood droplets splattered all over your face with each relentless stomp as you purged his existence from the world. You stared at the horse woman, who looked at you in horror while you continued your onslaught like a madman.

    "Yo Anon? You there, nerd?"

    You blink.

    And your vision returns.

    You snapped back to reality. Your body visibly shaking with rage as you tried to contain yourself.
    You take a deep breath to soothe your nerves and tried to think. Hitting him now would just put more pain on you and Claire. You would end up going to jail and lose your job while she would be lonely and miserable without you. You were skeptical that the police would do anything if the video were to be added to the police report. Either way, you still made a mental note to look at it later.
    But there was one card you had over Brad.
    You were going to be his supervisor soon.
    His key to his own salvation.
    As an assistant manager, you were now going to be in a position where you have to check for attendances. Your manager would be shifting his priority to other things, leaving you in charge of the employees. And depending if Brad cares enough about his job, he was at your every whim. Most likely he would still press his luck and believe that you will still bail him out, regardless of what happens. Which for him would be careless because, without his job, he would be homeless. With every irresponsible action of his idiotic choices, more people began to disassociate with him. To a point where you don't think anyone would give him a lending hand. Even his roomate moved out recently, having to deal with the cleanup of the party and getting into a huge argument with him.
    And now, he has fully severed the remaining threads of generosity that you had for him.
    You exhale.
    "Brad, the reason why I came here was because our boss wanted to know why you're not showing up to work. He told me to talk some damn sense into you since you have been missing a lot of days."
    "Pfft, talk some sense into me? That old dumbass doesn't keep track of ti--"
    You cut him off. "No, but I will once I get promoted."
    His head crooks to the side, "Pro...moted? To what?"
    "To assistant manager. I'll be in charge of managing people in our department while he works on other stuff. And unlike him, I'll actually keep track of attendances, just like I keep track of you missing work, causing MY ass to pick up for your slack and stay late shifting through parts. And if you keep this shit up, you won't have a job anymore."
    His eyes widen to the size of dinner-plates. Scared of what's to come if your words were true. "He-hey now, what the fuck? What's gotten into you man?"
    "What's gotten into me is that I'm sick of your dumb acts." you felt your blood boil as you spoke.
    "Every time shit hits the fan, I ALWAYS have to clean up YOUR crap. For once in your life you need to get your shit together and take things seriously before you end up without a job. Or worse, in jail or dead."
    The Ox quiets down, absolutely speechless as you kept up with your rant. Ironically, it was one of the few times you've seen him pay attention and sit still.
    "And now you're telling me that you fucked up someone's shop that belonged to their grandmother and spread lies about them, all because she rejected you at a party and made you 'look bad'? The same girl that cried her eyes out in a shriveling mess when she found out why people weren't talking to her? The same girl that's been bullied with the same insults when she was in high-school?!"
    Brad looks back up, his face contorts into a wide range of confused emotions. "How did you know all of th--"
    "BECAUSE SHE'S MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!" you shouted, interjecting his question.
    The ox prepared to open his mouth to say something then stops. He looks shaken, disturbed. As if he finally realized how much he's put you through. Or so you'd hope so. The horse gawks between the two of you, equally quiet. She slowly backs into the house, grabbing the door handle behind her and slowly closes it, leaving you and Brad on the stone porch.
    "When you were drunk out of your mind that day, you asked me who I was talking to. THAT was her! She was scared. All by herself. Wondering why the hell people weren't talking to her. The next day, she BEGGED me to come over because her friends told her what happened during that party. And between you and me...I think one of them is out for blood."
    Nothing could describe the hulking Ox's face when you finished all you had to say. It was mixture of dread, anguish, and regret that draped over him like a cloud of pure despair. You were panting, sweating even, slightly scared on what his reaction would be. But damn did it feel good to completely let it all out. Your inner torment of your companionship with Brad was now revealed for him to see. Your bitterness subsides, but not before ushering your final nail in the coffin.
    "Brad, I'm done. I'm tired of sticking my neck out for you. Whatever happens to you going forward is your damn fault."
    You turn away from him, the withered leaves crackled against your shoes as you walked down the stone steps.
    The ox gets up, gradually straightening his posture, his face still overwhelmed a melancholy glaze.
    "So...that's how it is huh?"
    You answer him with silence.
    After a few moments, Brad creaks his head towards yours and utters a faint hush of words, a small speech in attempt to soothe your anger. It was barely audible, but to you it was clear as it could ever be.
    "....I'm...I'm sorry Anon. I...I promise I'll do better. You... you always been the smart guy, always there for me when no one else stayed around. Just gimmie another chance bro. I won't do this shit again."
    You swivel you head behind you, just enough to see him from the side of your vision. His words were blocked by the stinging memories of witnessing your rabbit girlfriend sobbing in your arms.
    "Too late for that."
    Walking to your car, you drive off, leaving Brad outside by himself as he remorsefully reflects on his past actions in the cold winter air.


CHAPTER 4 – DESIRES AWAKENED

    The following day felt like a new start to you. You went to work well refreshed after having a huge weight lifted off of your shoulders. During your training in your new position with your boss, you informed him of the conversation you had with Brad, but leaving out the more personal details of your talk. And although you didn't encounter with him that day, Derrick inform you that he did indeed showed up to work on time. The day passes by quickly, leaving you to focus on returning to your bunny girlfriend.  Her friends were also there to greet you at the apartment. You tell them all about Brad, how you and him were no longer friends and how he revealed to be the person behind the rumors and the vandalism to the store.
    Claire was flabbergasted at the whole ordeal, mentioning that she was approached by him at the party and immediately tried his luck with her. She claims that she shut him down quickly by telling him that his breath was rancid, which gave you a good chuckle. At first Julie nearly stormed out of the apartment, ready to rend the ox asunder, but you and the gals managed to calm her down. The video that was recorded online ended up being sent to the police to aid the investigation. The rest of the week rolls by leaving just you and Claire to spend the entire weekend to yourselves at her place again.
    You were laying in her bed, cradled by Claire's warm body, your arms encased her torso snugly as she laid on top of you. She wore her usual nightwear, just a pair of white bra and panties, feeling more bold from the previous nights you two rested together. As for you, you had nothing but your boxers. Her head rested on top of your chest with one of her ears pressed against your beating heart. She smiles lovingly at the thumping sound, grasping your hand as she rubs her fuzzy face with it. The night sky dimly lit the room as the two of you clung together in the darkness.
    "Anon, I can't thank you enough for all that you've done for me. Especially helping us deal with that stupid Brad and those vandalizers. You've really made me feel special and...wanted. Like someone actually cares for me. The moments we've spent together were amazing!"
    She tilts her head to meet you, her eyes gave off a bright twinkle of affection. She then smiles and shimmies herself closer to your face, moving her head a few inches in front of  yours.
    "And I just..um...wanted to let you know that I.."
    Her breathing becomes shallow and her heartbeat quickens. Her hands gripped yours tightly while she stared lovingly in your eyes.
    "Anon I...I love you."
    Your heart almost skips a beat.
    You didn't recognize it at first, but Claire was the first real romantic relationship you had. Everything else either didn't work out or you weren't interested in the person. But there was something about Claire that resonated with you to your core. And you were positive that you had the same feelings as she did for you.
    You smile and place a hand on the side of her face, caressing it.
    "I love you too Claire."
    In that instant, she presses her delicate lips against yours, her tongue apprehensively meets with your own in a delightful and elegant dance. Her mouth tasted sweet and calming, almost intoxicating to your taste-buds as you find your own organ roaming her mouth in love stricken curiosity. In almost in an act of desperation, her hand glides towards yours as she interlaced your fingers with hers. The  tranquilizing feeling of her touch was tantalizing. The way her fur rippled against your bare body gave you goosebumps across your exposed flesh. Your other hand drifts around towards her lower back, her breath hitches as your palm made contact with her. You wanted more-- no, NEEDED more of her. Therefore you pushed on, fully giving into your lover's embrace. She attacks you with even more loving lashes of love and needily nips at your bottom lip. It was almost too much for you, the wonderful feeling of her groping mouth and the silky sensation of her soft fur drowned out every other distracting thought you had. You and Claire continued your oral onslaught for several minutes in pure bliss.
    The two of you ultimately part, joined together by a sliver of combined saliva from your kiss with her. Both you and her were almost breathless, not realizing how much you were depriving each other of oxygen. Claire nervously giggles and rubs her cheek against yours, still gripping your hand as she bashfully glances at you. Her body was shaking rapidly, either between her being skittish after the lavish entanglement or quite possibly from the arousal she felt from it.
    "Anon, I want to keep going but....God...I'm so scared..." her ears and whiskers drooped as she frowned and whines.
    You nearly forgot that this would be Claire's first time. And possibly the biggest hurdle she had to overcome was giving into her sexual desires openly. The poor rabbit had been ridiculed for nearly several years solely on the basis of her species alone and she was just starting to show her sensual side to you. You protectively place your hands on each side of her face and kissed her cute nose.
    "We don't have to do anything you don't want to. I can't imagine how hard it was for you to kiss me. So I can definitely tell that you want this much more than I do." you say, wrapping both arms around her tightly.
    "Take as much time as you need to. We don't have to do this today, Claire. I won't force you."
    She takes in a deep breath and slowly exhales. Her warm breath washed over you like a soothing blanket, making you shudder lightly. Her eyes sparkled with a strong sense of willingness.
    "No...I'm ready for this. I've been so scared about what others thought about me that..I didn't take the time to think about what I really wanted. I've waited this long and...I really don't want to disappoint myself. Or you."
    You could tell that she thought long and hard about this decision. That it was eating away on the inside while you spent time with her. She clearly didn't want to let you down.
    "If you're ready for this Claire, then I'm ready as well."
    She then props herself on top of your waist, straddling you with her shapely thighs. You chased after her, meeting her with your lips again as you sat yourself up at an angle. She presses her dainty fingers on your chest, closing her eyes as you two embraced each other again. Your hands rises from Claire's lower back, moving upwards to meet at the small clasps that held her bra in place. With minimal effort, you undo each of the straps as the article of clothing falls between the two of you. Her ample bosom presses itself against your body as she places her arms around your upper back. One of her hands reaches towards the back of your head to support it as she pulls herself tighter to you.
    You lowered your head and placed your mouth at the crook of her tender neck, leaving small kisses as your left hand explored the fuzzy mounds that laid free from their clothed prison. Moans of  pleasure escape your bunny's lips as your fingers grazed her sensitive nipples. The joints from your fingers grinds together against them, toying with the pointed flesh eagerly. It wasn't long until Claire started showing more appreciation towards your efforts to please her. Her hips buckled, gently swiveling on top of your growing bulge. Her panties were absolutely drenched, her fluids leaking through the thin laced fabric and seeped through your underwear. Her almost senseless dry humping started to take it's toll, her pace slowing down to an agonizing crawl trying to suppress her already awaiting climax.
    "Anon, I...I want yoouaa- a-AAh--!!",  she cries out, her voice cut short as your neck kisses continued. Her hands clamoring on your shoulders as she tries to pry herself from your grip, but her motivation fades away as her mind melts into a pool of ecstasy. You heard every word but your primal urges only had one mission in mind. And that was to satisfy her body's every need. Still, you withheld these animalistic instincts and stopped your passionate assault. You shifted your body back a bit and watched your lover as she tries to catch her breath. Her hips twitched slightly and  there was a faint pulsing from her groin as it pressed against your tented member.
    "Claire...did you just..?"
    She collects herself, nodding rapidly while she continue to ride her wave of pleasure.
    "Mmhmm...I was trying t-to say that I wanted you inside before I...came." she said timidly. Her poor body was still shaking from the remaining embers of her climax.
    "Oh shit, Claire I'm sorry. I didn't realize how sensitive you would be!"
    Your concerned words were shushed with a small peck on your cheek.
    "It's fine Anon. I just...didn't expect it to be THAT fast. It did feel reeaally good though~" she says, draping her arms over your shoulders while kissing your forehead.
    "But...I do want you in me this time, ok?"
    You grin and nod in return, acknowledging her request as she lifts her body off of yours, planting her feet on the floor. You follow suit, admiring her toned physique and supple breasts as they jiggled from her movements. You decided to take off your undergarments first, hooking your thumbs along the elastic edges as your partner hungrily watched. You fold the brim of your boxers down bit by bit until your stiff manhood springs free from it's tented confinement. Claire's eyes widen with a ravenous sex driven appetite as she slowly readies herself to reveal more to you. She lowers her panties, sliding them free from her thick legs. She tosses them aside and props herself on her bed, spreading her legs wide open to give you an enjoyable view.
    You  climb on top of her, angling your shaft against her slick, wet entrance as you prod the wet folds softly. Slowly and carefully, you pushed into her, her walls engulfing the tip of your cock as you pressed in bit by bit. She let's out a long drawn out moan that echos through the still room and wraps herself tightly around you, her arms grabbing your upper back. You finally reach your hilt, groaning as her heated sex encases your phallus. It was like nothing you've ever felt before. She was exceptionally tight and wonderfully textured. You begin to pull out, but not before moving your hips forward again. And again. Until you find a nice steady rhythm for the both of you.
    "Oh Goaahdd...S-so big!" Claire cries out as she submits herself to you. She stares deeply in to your eyes as you continued to plunge your rod into her. Your head, being a mere inch away from her face, lowered to greet her for another heavy kiss. Your tongue darts to hers, rubbing and flicking around her organ, silencing her arousing sounds. She greets your sexually charged kiss equally and hooks one of her legs around your lower back. The remedying touch of her furred leg aiding yourself into her made your skin crawl. Claire's gasps of air started to become shorter and quicker. And at that moment, you felt her soaked nethers clamp down onto you, clenching and spasming on top of your throbbing mass. She bucks involuntary, her hips thrashing wildly as an attempt to cope with her powerful waves of release. She then backs her head away from you, letting out a moan through her second orgasm.
    "Mmmnff Ha-harder...please, j-just don't stop!". Her teeth bruxed together while you pounded away inside of her warm canal. Obeying her command, you increased your pace considerably. The wet sounds of your lecherous mating filled your ears, motivating you even more to please her as best as you could. Your hands travel towards her bouncing chest, along with your mouth. You gave loving nibbles to her breast, squeezing her other fluffy mound with your hand. Claire's mind was thrown into a frenzy as your body utterly overstimulated all of her sensitive spots. The bubbling well of ecstasy was climbing yet again for her, and now for you too.
    You placed your head beside hers, planting your face along the base of her neck. You inhaled deeply, your nose taking in the faint savoring smells from your lover. The loud smacks of your hips meeting started to grow louder and louder as you felt closer to your release. The limbs of your precious rabbit encased you, her legs locked around your waist, like a serpent's taut hold. The bed creaks, the mattress strained as you built up even more momentum. Sweat poured from your steaming body, sliding down onto the sheets below you two. Claire begins murmuring your name in your ear, over and over, begging for you to pump her full. With one final drive, you bury yourself into her sodden passage.
    Rope after rope, you send your hot seed deep into her. The walls around your dick milked you gingerly for all it's worth. Claire then viciously grabs your head and thrusts her tongue back into your mouth again, her body quivering as her mind turns into mush. Her climax hopelessly takes over her as her eyelids flutter in euphoria. Muffled moans between the two of you are drowned out by the loving embrace of your lips, the seeping fluids of your mixed saliva dripping onto the bedsheets. Your hips grind against her pelvis,  gradually to a stop, while the last few drops of your essence drains from your balls. You could still feel your member being squeezed for more until the shivering began to cease.
    Both of you bask in each others presence, panting profusely. You position yourself so that both of you now laid on your sides, facing each other. As you do this, the combined spunk of your raunchy deed spills from Claire, pooling on the surface below. Claire gives you a greatly satisfied hug and nuzzles your cheek, her whiskers tickling your face while doing so.
    "Anon, that was fantastic. You came so much and...I didn't expect humans to be so smooth!" she giggles.
    Apparently anthro males came all shapes and sizes. And compared to humans, most of them were annoying to deal with. You heard stories about how canine anthros being stuck with their partners for damn near 30 minutes. Or how feline anthros were painful for females.
    "Well, now you know." you said chuckling.
    "Still though, it feels good to have someone to do it with. I'm happy that you were my first, Anon! Thank you so much." she says while kissing your nose.
    "You're welcome Claire."
    Drowsiness starts to overtake you and your rabbit, both of your bodies sore from your furious love making session. Claire gives out a small yawn before she closes your eyes in drifts to sleep next to you. You gazed at your lover, smiling contently as you fade in a deep slumber as well.

    You roused from your sleep feeling refreshed. The morning haze bleeds through the windows giving off a tint of orange throughout the room. You slouch yourself up from the bed-sheets, rubbing the knuckles along your face to pry that pesky crusted debris on your eyelids. You look to your right side and see that Claire was still asleep. Seeing how you didn't have anything to do this weekend, you plop yourself back in bed and cuddle your sweet rabbit. You watched amusingly as her nose jitters about and thought how cute she looked. She then begins to stir, opening her beautiful eyes and lazily grins at you.
    "Mmm..morning Mr. Noble~" Her arms stretches out before wrapping them around your body.
    The nickname catches you off-guard again, causing you to burst into a small fit of laughter, joined by Claire.
    "Good morning babe, did you sleep well?" you asked.
    "Yeah. Especially sleeping with you!" she says, nuzzling her face against yours.
    Her nose suddenly travels in the air while she sniffs the room around her. She recoils her head and playfully waves a hand in front of her nose.
    "We should really get cleaned up though." the cheeky rabbit places her finger on your chest, her dull claw poking at your skin.
    "You, Anon McSweat, need to take a shower. I'll go wash the sheets in the meantime. My friends will be here later on today too so we can't meet them smelling like musky animals."
    She raises herself from the sheets that covered her. The rising sun bounced off her shiny fur, highlighting the faint inner contours of her fit body. You eyes wandered downwards to gaze at the two plump fuzzy cheeks that were unveiled for you. Her short, cotton-like tail hanged just over the two firm mounds. You never really got a good look at her ass last night since you were mostly smashing your groin into her cunt, missionary style. As you ogled at her butt, blood begins to pool in your loins. The fabric that covered your member might as well been loud blaring signal of your lusting, as it showcased the shape your manhood in full clarity.
    "Anon are you comin--" Claire turns around, interrupted mid sentence as she sees a tented lump between your covered legs. She places a hand over her mouth, shocked that you were hard already. Then again, you were sporting a chub when you woke up. Your lips curl to a devious smile, forming a devilish idea that almost seemed too cruel for you to perform.
    "Oh someone's going to be coming alright." you say.
    You stand up, pulling the sheets away from you as you walk towards her. She looks helplessly as you approach her, engrossed by your phallic mass. You turn her around against the wall, kissing and biting her neck as your meat rubs against her slit harshly. Your hands travel underneath her arms to grab hold of her wonderful soft breasts. She groans and frantically arches her back into you as you teased her with your touches.
    "Nuhh-a-aAh! Anon already?! W-we just woke up!"
    "Mmhmm" was all that you could muster as you savagely assaulted her with your shaft, rubbing along her entrance with long thrusts. Her thighs clenched around your cock, aiding the sensation that you felt against her. But this moment wasn't for you. It was for her. For all of her missed opportunities that she yearned for in college, you were determined to to make it up to her in full. Because she deserved it and she clearly wanted it.
     One of your hands slithers downward along her lightly furred belly. Her abdominal muscles contracted at the tactile sensation of your fingertips skimming along the surface. Onward, the hand travels to her already moistened passage and begins rubbing the soft fleshy pearl just above it. Already you could hear Claire crying out in pleasure, babbling incoherent noises as she begins to ride her high. She reaches upwards to grab your head, keeping you in place on her neck. Her body gyrates and shakes violently against yours. A hot torrent of juices spills from her to the floor below, coating your shaft in the process. Your thrusting stops after seeing your efforts were rewarded. Her violent jerks begins to calm down as you cradle her body still nipping at her tender neck.
    "Ooooh...Anon, you friggin' tease.."
    Her butt leisurely kneads against your crotch as her soft tail prods your stomach. You spend a moment hugging Claire in place before finally letting go of her. You give her a self-satisfied smirk and a light pat on her butt, sending shivers down her spine. You make an attempt to gather your clothes to walk to the shower. However with one swift movement, you find yourself pinned back onto the mattress, with a needy rabbit on top of you. Her hips were already aimed at your groin, rubbing excessively along your shaft. And try as you might, you weren't able to free yourself from her hold. She was stronger than you thought. Her well kept body outmatched yours by a large margin.
    "Nuh uh, Anon. You're gonna pay me back for that~" she says while grabbing your arms and pinning them in place above you.
    This newfound courage of hers had startled you. She was aggressive and demanding. She took full control of your body, slipping your member into her well prepared, slick canal. Not letting up, she feverishly beings to swirl and rotate her pelvis in figure eights, her muscular thighs clenching your waist. She excessively grinds herself on your lap and even steals a kiss from your gasping mouth. She was driving you crazy, sending sparks of sensual electricity through your body as the neurons in your brain fired off fireworks of pure delight. Your fight for control was futile as you became ravaged by Claire, letting her explore every part of your body. As your arms relax, she frees you from her clutches and straights her posture, rubbing her hands along your chest all while pleasing herself on your shaft. Her mouth hanged open as her lidded eyes sparkled a shine of victory at your submission.
    You were close. Damn close. Even when she climaxed several times on top of you, she wouldn't let up until you were satisfied as well. Your eyes shut tightly and your hands grab hold of Claire's graceful hips, lunging in her. The building momentum of your ejaculation had reached it's tipping point, spilling forth from your rod as you unload yourself into your rabbit. Her muscles contract, pulling every last drop you had as your orgasm subsides. Feeling satisfied, she leans forward and plants a wet smooch on your cheek, draping her body over yours. Your seminal fluids trickled down between her legs, completely coating your crotch.
    "H-haah, J-jeez anon you're too much.."
    Claire buries her head in your neck, catching her breath as she draws in air quickly. You were just as tired, mostly due to the easier humping you did before Claire practically threw herself on you.
    "Y-you're one to talk. Damn girl, where did that come from? N-not that I'm complaining or anything but...holy crap."
    She shyly looks away from you as she playfully traces imaginary circles on your sweaty chest.
    "I..don't know myself. But when you jumped on me and didn't finish, I felt bold and..brave. I really wanted to return the favor. Especially since I can't stand it when you don't finish in me." she huffed, shuddering as she glances down at the sticky, frothy residue that clung to her fur.
    'My God I think I've created a monster.', you thought.
    "Either way Anon, I thank you and love you."
    You lean up towards her, wrapping your arms around her waist while happily pressing your lips against hers for a kiss. As you finish, Claire blushes and holds you tightly.
    "Love you too Claire."
    "Now, can we finally get cleaned? God, you humans are really sweaty." she giggles and pretends to gag while doing so.
    You toss a pillow at her in retaliation, laughing as it hits her face "Alright alright, I'll go take a shower this time. No funny business, I swear."
    She takes the pillow and playfully hits you back with it "Good!"
    The two of you get up from the bed.
    You went on to take your shower while Claire washes the bedspreads, including the sheets and pillows. The hot water soothes the tense muscles in your body as you happily whistle away to clean yourself.


EPILOQUE


    Six months have passed since you and Claire have been together, and during that time, a lot of things happened.
    Claire started having more confidence about herself as a person. She would go out more with you and her friends to all sorts of places, parties included. And with Claire's sex drive fully ignited, the two of you were, quite literally, going at it like a pair of rabbits. Hell, with all of the sex you and Claire had, you became a lot leaner and more in shape.  Her sexual tendencies were still lower than the average rabbit anthro, but still higher than the average human, which made it somewhat hard to keep up with her in the sack. Still though, you did your best at keeping up and enjoyed the challenge, even though if it meant that you needed an ice pack to the crotch every now and then.
    The bakery was also in full production with having the windowed repaired. In fact, a few renovations were made to add more space to storage after business started rolling in. Brad and his goons ended up being fined several thousand dollars worth of property damage each along with 2 years of community service. Brad still kept his job, provided that he comes to work on time and you were doing great with your new position as assistant manager.
    The biggest change however, was that Claire was expecting. You didn't think it was possible but somehow but Claire had a growing baby the two of you conceived together. With a child on the way, this cemented the romantic feelings you had with each other. All thanks to you going to a party and giving a chance to listen to a lonely little rabbit.