Bullying Rabbit (One-shot)

															Bullying Rabbit (Oneshot)

							(Summary: Your most devoted bully, a rabbit girl named Rebecca, gets stuck. Romance ensues)


	This is hell.

	“Damn it,” you whisper under your breath. *She* is waiting there, foot thumping impatiently. She hasn’t spotted you yet, but there’s no way you’ll be able to sneak past her unseen.

	The girl was about your age, maybe a half-year older. She was a monster girl, one of the hundreds that went to your school. She had large, fur-covered legs and fluffy rabbit feet. A pair of white bunny-ears sprouted from her head, and her short-shorts had a hole cut in the back to make room for her white tail, which looked like a tiny fluff-ball. Aside from those features, she appeared human, but there was no denying it: She was a strong, absurdly quick monster. And, she was in five of your seven classes.

	Taking in a deep breath, you power-walk to your next class, but not before an all-too-familiar voice pipes up from behind you.

	“Anon, where are you going so fast~?”

	You groan and turn to face your eternal tormentor, the monster girl Rebecca.

	You’ve known Rebecca Rabbit since elementary school. Your first memory of her is vivid: She came up to you, just a small bunny then –but still much stronger and faster than you, and had asked you what your name was. When you had stuttered in surprise, she had quickly knocked over your pencil box and ‘accidentally’ stepped on your foot as she walked away, nose raised indignantly.

	She had never left you alone after that.

	She had bullied you in elementary school, just small things, stealing one of your crayons, intentionally butchering your name when speaking to you, following you around on the playground, and more.

	In middle school, she had stepped up her bullying game. She began making snide remarks while following you. She would sometimes force you to buy lunch for her, and she would always insist on eating right next to you in the cafeteria, no matter where you went.

	Now, in high school, she had become an absolute pain. She sexually harassed you constantly, slapping your ass in front of other monster girls, grabbing your legs and feeling them up, sticking her smooth hands into your pants for just a split-second before running away while laughing, she just wouldn’t leave you alone!

	The dragon principal didn’t seem to respond well to any of your complaints: “It’s just girls being girls,” “Have you tried talking to her about it?” and so on. Useless!

 	It didn’t help that much of the faculty was comprised of monster girls, your lamia coach had laughed off that one incident when Rebecca had been tugging at your gym shorts. The art teacher, an arachne, had actually given her an A+ for her watercolor painting of, and you wish you were exaggerating here, Rebecca rubbing her crotch in your face! What the hell was wrong with this place?

	After reflecting on all this, you decided that you weren’t going to put up with Rebecca’s BS today.

	“Hey, Anon, I asked you a question! Where are you going?” she asked again, foot thumping.

	You couldn’t help but glance at her average-sized bust, which was shaking noticeably with every thump of her fluffy foot.

	“I’m going to History class,” you said curtly. You resumed walking to class, but Rebecca was at your side, comically mirroring your stride.

	“Sounds fun!” she said, “Why don’t I tag along?”

	“I don’t know, maybe because we don’t have the same History teacher?” you said.

	“Oh come on, Mrs. Knightly won’t mind if I sit in on your class! It will be fun, won’t it, Anon~?”

	You rolled your eyes. She was just trying to get a rise out of you, just trying to get you to react. You weren’t having any of it.

	“Fine, whatever. But aren’t you going to miss your class?”

	Rebecca laughed. You had become accustomed to that damned, annoying, adorable laugh.

	“Come on, they’re not going to miss me in Dating class, I’m already getting straight A’s! Even though I've never had a boyfriend... Besides, I don’t need to be present for today’s lecture, we're just reviewing.”

	You sigh. It’s the defeated, weary sigh of a man resigned to his fate. Whatever, at least History class might be interesting today.

	“Anon, you’re late,” the unicorn Mrs. Knightly says. “One more tardy, and I have to call your parents you know.”

	“Sorry,” you say, face blushing a bit as your peers all look at you enter. The class is almost entirely full of monster girls, with a few humans scattered amongst them.

	“Anyway, I was saying, the Guild ruled over the northern continents for nearly five-hundred years before…”

	You sit at a desk as Mrs. Knightly continues her lecture. Unfortunately for you, there were no other available seats, so you were forced to sit in the very back of the class. The projector was so far away that you could barely see it, and the massive forms of many oni, tiger-like jinko, and several other monsters make it nearly impossible to see the slides from your position.

	You run a hand through your hair, exasperated. Your patience is further tested as Rebecca Rabbit enters the room, instantly spots you, and waltzes over like she owns the place.

	“Excuse me,” Mrs. Knightly says, looking a bit annoyed that she was forced to stop her presentation twice. “I don’t think you’re in the right classroom.”

	“I’m here on a special, uh, Dating class assignment. We have a free-roam class today,” Rebecca says as she approaches your seat.

	“Oh. Next time, let me know before class begins,” Mrs. Knightly says awkwardly. Then, she turned back to her slides and continued talking about the second Guild-Monster War.

	“I can’t believe that pathetic excuse worked,” a prissy elf leered at Rebecca.

	“Shove off treehugger,” Rebecca whispered back, earning a muffled round of laughter from the students.

	Then, Rebecca stood right next to your desk, looked you dead in the eyes and said: “Get ready.”

	“Get ready for wh-?” you whisper as she suddenly sits in your lap, totally blocking your view.

	“There are no other seats,” Rebecca whispers to you, “So I think I’ll sit here. Hope you don’t mind.”

	You did, in fact, mind very much. But there was nothing you could do. If you pushed her off of you, it would make a scene, and Mrs. Knightly might just call your parents if you made such a disruption. You were treading thin ice as it was.

	Struggling to contain your rage, you reach around Rebecca and grope for your pencil, which you use to begin writing down scrawled
notes as you struggle to hear the rest of the lecture.

	Writing while nearly blind was about as difficult as it sounds. Rebecca further exasperated the situation by shifting constantly, grinding against you as she absentmindedly hummed some inane tune.

	It wasn’t long before you had a raging erection.

	Rebecca’s fluffy legs were as soft as feathers, as soft as clouds. They rubbed against your bare legs constantly as she bent forward to snatch the pencil from your grip, her tight ass grinding against your chest as she stretched, her cute little whitetail rubbing against your shirt.

	It was all you could do to not reach out and grab her little butt and just…

	Your mind was drifting away. This was what she wanted! She was just trying to be as big of a jerk as she possibly could. She was ruining your quality education! Your parents were paying for this class, just for some smug bunny to hop in your desk and give you a glorified lapdance!

	You shook your head angrily. If you couldn’t write notes, if you couldn’t focus on the lecture, you could at least close your eyes and try to get some sleep for the next hour. You had been staying up late last night studying, and you needed the rest. It wouldn’t be hard to get today’s History notes from one of your small circle of friends, you reasoned.

	You closed your eyes, tried to valiantly resist the bullying’s rabbits grinding, and the way you could feel her legs wrap around yours, her little tail wiggling as she shifted position again and again…

	You tried to ignore her cute short-shorts, the way her back would arch as she yawned and stretched, her little tanktop bouncing whenever she moved, and the way her short haircut made her long ears stand out…

	There was no point. Rebecca had won. She had you fantasizing about her.

	You had never really considered her in a sexual way. She had always been an annoyance, a particularly obnoxious face in the crowd that always made your spirits sink whenever she made eye contact with you, but you were beginning to see her in a different light.

	Sure, she was just as annoying as ever (at the moment, she was running her hands along your legs, bringing them just up to your chest, and then bringing them back down again) but she was beautiful, and she was flaunting everything she had.

	In that moment, sitting there with a massive boner in History class and a scantily-dressed rabbit in your lap, you swore you would have your revenge. Monster girls loved fucking so much? You would fuck her right back.

	“Hey Anon,” Rebecca whispered as she twisted around, her rear rubbing even harder against your dick as she moved to face you.

	“Hey Anon,” she said again, “Why don’t you meet me after school? We can have some fun~”

	It was a common taunt used by monster girls to intimidate their schoolboy prey. If you met them after school, they would almost certainly try to fuck you on the spot. If you didn’t meet them after school, they would bully you the next day.

	She had said this particular line several times to you over your high school career, and you had denied her each time. But now, things were different. You had sworn vengeance, and you were going to get even one way or another.

	You put on your best, most trustworthy artificial smile and say: “Sure, I’ll meet you behind the bleachers at half-past three. See you then.”

	Rebecca’s eyes lit up, and for the first time in years, she was actually speechless.

	“R-right,” she says, suddenly self-conscious. “See you t-then, it’s a date!”

	Mrs. Knightly shut off the projector and turned the lights back on.

	“So, that’s how the Guild’s political influence was lessened in the Monster Isle. Remember this phrase: War of attrition. It’s something monsters use often, and it’s helped make the world a better place. Anyway, tomorrow, we’ll be talking about, h-hey, where’s everyone going? The bell doesn’t dismiss you, I dismiss you, w-wait! You have homework tomorrow!”

	You left class, grateful that Rebecca had finally let you go. Mrs. Knightly was still shyly protesting as the rest of the students departed. Why did monster girls stutter so much when they were flustered?

	Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rebecca Rabbit huddled in a corner with several other bunny girls and a catgirl or two. They were her friends. You rarely interacted with them, but when they did cross your path, they usually left you alone. Strange. It was as if they were letting Rebecca do all the bullying by herself.

	Well, it didn’t matter now. You were going to tap that tight bunny ass and then get on with your life. Maybe after today, Rebecca would leave you alone for good, or at least let you go to class unmolested.

	It wasn’t your best plan, to be sure, but you were ready to do anything to get that bunny off your back. You had two classes left, Mathematics and Thaumaturgy. You weren’t sure which one was harder. But after that, you would be free, and you would meet Rebecca behind the bleachers as promised. Your father had once told you to stand up to bullies, and that was what you were finally going to do.

	After an uneventful math class and an extremely eventful class of Thaumaturgy that you would rather forget, you found yourself standing outside your high school, just by the bleachers.

	You had been here in the past, back when you were forced to take Physical Education. The bleachers overlooked a small running track that, if you ran laps around it six or seven times, would allow one to run a mile. There was also a tennis court past the running track, and a small football field beyond that. Then there was the six-foot tall fence that surrounded the entire campus, and past that were the familiar skyscrapers and back alleyways that you had grown up near.

	You checked your dorky watch. It was nearly four o’clock, and there was nobody else here. Even most of the staff had already left!

	Your parents wouldn’t care that you would be coming home late today, but you were going to be pissed if Rebecca just stood you up like that, after all the teasing you had endured.

	“Maybe rabbits have trouble keeping track of time,” you mutter to yourself as you sit down on the icy metal bleachers and pull out your phone.

	You’re halfway through a difficult dungeon in Puzzle and Dragons when you hear a familiar, smooth voice greet your ears.

	“I’m here, just like I said I would be,” Rebecca said as she hopped into view. “I’m sorry I’m late, I had to talk with one of my professors about a special project. Anyway, how are you?”

	You’re taken aback by Rebecca’s sudden appearance. You fumble your combo in surprise, and get a flashy GAME OVER screen.

	What was even more surprising than her sudden appearance was the fact that she had actually asked how you were doing with no trace of sarcasm! Did she really care? Maybe she was, on some tiny insignificant level, actually concerned with your state of wellbeing?

	As if.

	“I thought rabbits were supposed to be fast,” you rudely remark as you lock your phone and put it in your pocket.

	Rebecca’s eyes narrow a bit as she hops closer.

	“You know, that’s not a very nice thing to say to someone who came out here to make you feel good,” she says, sounding a bit hurt.

	You ignore her tone. She’s pulled that “wounded victim” trick on you before, just to make you look like a fool.

	“Since when were you worried about saying nice things?” you shoot back, jamming your hands into your pockets. Damn, it’s getting colder out here.

	“Now, now, that’s really mean!” she says, “You take that back!”

	You’ve finally had enough. Years of light mockery and incessant bullying makes your voice louder than you intended when you shout out:

	“Well, I’ll take it back, once you stop being such a horrible bitch!”

	Rebecca’s eyes widen. She seems like she’s about to cry.

	You feel an immediate sense of guilt and concern, which is quickly overridden by primal fear as Rebecca narrows her eyes, wiggles her nose, and adopts a fierce stance.

	“You better run,” she says, completely serious.

	“What?” you ask, voice shaking a bit.

	“You better run. If I catch you, I’m going to fuck you until you pass out. You have ten seconds. Ten, nine, eight…”

	Holy shit! You jump up from the bleachers and start running.

	Sure, you wanted a piece of that, but not like this! An angry monster girl was a dangerous force to reckon with. Even a mere rabbit girl was leagues ahead of you in all things athletic. If she caught you, it was going to be rough.

	Where should you go? The tennis court? Stupid. Back inside? By the time you run past her and get to the door, she’ll be on top of you! Where should you go?

	The fence!

	You sprint towards it, painfully aware of how weak your legs are. Maybe you should have kept taking P.E. after your freshman year after all.

	The fence is only six-feet tall, but it seems utterly invincible. You’ve never climbed a fence before!

	You hear an angry voice behind you chanting: “Four…Three…Two…”

	Needing no further encouragement, you leap onto the wire fence like an arachne, forcing your fingers into the links as you scale it as best you can. You awkwardly dangle one leg over the end, and then the other, and you drop down onto the road, landing perfectly.

	You look up and see a white blur, your pissed-off bully, rushing towards you from the other side of the fence. You’ve seen Rebecca move quickly before, but this is different. Every hop she takes, every leaping bound, closes the gap between the two of you in seconds.

	You turn around and resume running, dodging between parked cars as you cross the road and slide onto the sidewalk, spotting the angry rabbit out of the corner of your eye.

	Rebecca rears back and leaps over the fence, clearing it with plenty of space to spare. She hops again, springing over the road in a single bound.

	Right, so you’re sweating now, and it seems that no matter how fast you run, she’s going to catch you. You realize that speed is irrelevant, what you need to do is use that brain to figure out a way to outsmart her. But how?

	You spy a back alleyway, and you formulate a plan. Maybe you can’t outrun her, but you might be able to out-maneuver her in an enclosed environment.

	“Here I come!” Rebecca shouts as she barrels towards you, galloping on all fours.

	You duck into the alley and run through it. You reach a cross-section, and choose to go right. You continue running, and running, and running, until you end up in some strange park you’ve never visited before.

	It’s late in the day, and there’s no one around to help you. There’s no road nearby either, so you can’t exactly wave for someone to come over and pick you up. Like it or not, you’re on your own now.

	You can see where the alleyway opens up into the park. There’s a fine fence, this one made of wood and painted brown, which is overgrown in some areas with verdant bushes.

	Rebecca speeds around the corner, a furious look glinting in her eyes. You’ve never seen her this mad in your entire life.

	You raise your hands defensively as the fluffy monster girl sprints towards you at a ridiculous speed, head lowered as if she intends to gore you with her delicate ears.

	There’s just enough room in the alleyway for you to press up against the side, and Rebecca goes speeding past you at a mile a minute.

	You hear a tremendous CRASH! and then you open your eyes and peer at the devastation that has just occurred.

	Rebecca somehow managed to run so fast that she crashed through the wooden fence, and is now partially trapped within it. You’ve heard of the strength that monster girls possess, but this is simply ridiculous.

	“H-hey, help me!” she says after she cools down a bit.

	“Why should I?” you ask, staring at her ass as she raises it higher and higher while attempting to escape from the fence. Somehow, she managed to get jammed *inside* the fence, her torso on one side, her butt and legs on your side. Her arms are partially jammed in-between her body and the fence, her little hands flailing as she useless tries to escape.

	You reach out and touch her hand for some reason, causing her to shake wildly.

	“Knock it off!” she cries out in her typical, bossy way.

	You laugh aloud. Out of the many years you’ve known her, this is the one time she’s ever been helpless, and you’ve been in a position of power. You poke her hand again, just to prove a point.

	“Well, I’m off,” you say as you walk in place loudly. You begin stepping softer and softer, pretending that you’re walking away.

	“W-wait, you can’t just leave me like this!” she cries out from the other side of the fence.

	“Why not?” you ask. It’s a fair question. Your first instinct was to just leave her trapped until some other monster girl came along to help out. After everything she’s done to you, she deserves it.

	“Because, because…” she says something, but her voice becomes too quiet to make it out. You get the distinct impression that she’s embarrassed.

	“Because what?” you ask as you poke her hand again.

	“Because, what if someone sees me like this?”

	“Sees you like what?”

	“Oh come on. You can’t be this stupid! What if someone sees me with my butt hanging out like this! It would be sooo embarrassing!”

	You laugh. It seems like a stupid thing to be worried about.

	“H-hey, it’s not funny!” she protests, “what if some pervert finds me like this?”

	As if to make her point, she wiggles her cute little ass suggestively.

	Your boner returns, twice as strong. You’ve had enough banter. There’s no way you can pass up this situation. After all, the two of you were going to bang anyway, so…

	You reach forward and grip her thighs. You smile when she squeaks in surprise. Not so tough now, are you?

	Mimicking all the times she felt you up in school, you run your hands along her legs as slowly and smoothly as you can. You feel her shudder as you trace the outline of her amazingly soft legs, all the way down to her bare feet. You go back up, gently feeling every inch of those adorable, white furred legs as you travel up to her butt.

	This was what you had been waiting for.

	“W-wait, what are you doing back th-there?” she asks.

	You ignore her, and grip her firm asscheeks through her shorts. Years of running and hopping had made her butt into something incredible. It was like she was sculpted from solid marble.

	You continue to play with her ass, rubbing your hands along it and tracing little patterns on her cheeks. You deliberately hook a finger and feel up her pussy as best you can through her thick shorts.

	You feel her shake and shudder as she begins thumping one of her feet uncontrollably.

	You redouble your efforts and begin rubbing her pussy as quickly as you can. Your technique is poor, but your rapid movements and noticeable enthusiasm forces Rebecca to let out a little moan as she shakes violently, and then stops moving.

	“How was that?” you ask, playing with her little tail as you slow down and gently stimulate her with your other hand.

	“You fucking scoundrel!” she says, not quite as loudly as before. “This is embarrassing! What if someone sees me!? I don’t like this.”

	“If you don’t like it, why did you just climax?” you ask, picking up the pace and rubbing her quicker and quicker. You try a few new moves, doing your best to make her feel good, and to get your payback at the same time.

	“S-shut up, just stop. It doesn’t even f-feel, it, it, it doesn’t even f-feel that goo, gah, gah, ah, ah, ah, ah, AHHHHHH!”

	This time, Rebecca lets out a huge, wailing cry as she cums. Her legs nearly buckle as she shakes. Her fingers go straight, curl, and then go limp.

	You don’t say anything else. You don’t need to.

	Rebecca is breathing heavily from the other side of the fence. She sounds tired, which is strange, considering her nearly limitless endurance she displayed just a few minutes ago. But now the tables were turned, and you were fucking her, instead of the other way around.

	Now, you thought it was time to get serious.

	You reach forward and do your best to undo her shorts from behind. After a bit of trouble, you manage to get them moving, and you pull them down.

	You are forced to shake and pull on her trousers hard to get them off. Her small ass shakes as you pull and pull, forcing her short-shorts down her legs and revealing her modest black panties.

	“These are cute,” you say.

	“Shut up,” she mutters.

	You notice that she’s dripping wet. Her panties are borderline soaked.

	You feel them up, sliding your hand across her slick labia as you continue rubbing and pressing against her. Finally, you slip a hand in her panties through one of the leg-holes and begin rubbing her pussy directly.

	Rebecca moans something incomprehensible as you continue to masturbate her.

	In a moment of rare clarity, you realize that your technique probably sucks, and she’s mostly getting off because she’s never had a human hand touch her in this way before. Well, everyone starts somewhere, you think.

	“I don’t think you’ll need these anymore,” you taunt as you grab her panties and pull them down, a few drops of fluids fall from her exposed pussy as you make her ass completely bare.

	You kneel, and bring that tight rabbit ass right against your face. You hug her tightly as you kiss and lick her pussy. You have a great view from down under, and can see that she’s mostly clean shaven, except for a cute patch of white hair just above her pussy shaped like a triangle.

	You kiss deeply and press your lips against her pussy as hard as you can, licking her all over and doing your best to make her feel good.

	You manage to make her moan a few times, and after another minute or so of oral sex, you decide to go all the way. You kiss her pussy one last time, and then stand back up, surveying her body.

	“Alright,” you say as you hurriedly unbuckle your own trousers, “you wanted to fuck me so badly? Well, here it comes.”

	You pull out your dick, which is absolutely erect at the sight of cute rabbit butt. You gently press the tip against her pussy, but don’t put it in.

	“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Rebecca says, breathy voice betraying her eagerness, “Stick it in.”

	“Not until you beg for it.”

	“You fucker, I hate you so much!”

	“Yeah, I used to hate you too, but I’m getting over it.”

	Rebecca does not respond for a few seconds. You press the tip of your dick against her a bit harder, teasing her. You position your dick with one hand, and suddenly grope her ass with the other.

	“Okay, okay!” Rebecca shouts, “I want it, I want it bad! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

	Needing no further encouragement, you slip into her warm vagina and start pounding, both hands firmly gripping her ass.

	Her cute rabbit tail shakes as her entire body shivers with each pump. It feels good, too fucking good. You reach forward and grab her sides, thrusting harder and harder.

	“Fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-FUCK!” Rebecca screams as she reaches her limit.

	Her cute voice brings you to the edge, and you grip her tightly as you thrust as deeply as you can, cumming inside.

	Then, tenderly, you pull your dick out. Rebecca moans when the tip of your dick pops out.

	“I, I have some tissues in my pocket,” Rebecca says, breathing hard.

	You pick up her shorts and grab a wad of tissues which you use to clean up the mess. You give out a content sigh as you begin to buckle your pants back up.

	Then, Rebecca angles her body strangely and backs up, forcing you to step away. She effortlessly pops out from the fence and gives you an unworried smile.

	“What? You were able to get out all along?” you ask, shocked.

	Rebecca’s grin goes even wider as she forces you against the wall and places a hand on your belt.

	“That’s right,” she says, suddenly not-so-scared, “you fell for my trick! And now, we’re going to finish this my way.”

	You can do nothing to resist as she wordlessly unbuckles your belt and pulls your pants back down. She kneels, and in a moment she has your still-erect dick in her mouth.

	She bobs her head back and forth, making lewd sloppy sounds as she sucks as hard as she can. Her firm breasts bounce as she moves.

	“You don’t need to put that much force into it,” you advise. You appreciate the enthusiasm, but you want to keep your dick intact too.

	Rebecca says nothing but begins sucking more gently, treating you more like an equal partner and less like a wild mate. She continues to bob her head back and forth, taking in all of your meat as she fondles your balls.

	She pulls your dick out of her mouth with a soft PLOP! and begins licking the tip while stroking the shaft, one hand still gently massaging your balls.

	You grab hold of her long, soft ears. They feel like silk in your hands. Rebecca moans as you pull on her ears, but says nothing.

	You reach your limit, and Rebecca notices that you’re about to climax.

	Leaning even closer, she angles your penis at her tank top and vigorously strokes your dick as fast as she can. Her soft legs brush against your own, and she quickly flicks her tongue across the tip of your penis, stroking all the while.

	You cum, staining her expensive tanktop. Your cum gets all over her partially-exposed breasts, some falls on her arm, and a bit gets on her chin.

	She looks up at you and smiles, cum still dripping from your penis as she continues to stroke you diligently.

	You honestly can’t believe what you’re seeing. A few days ago, you would have done anything to get this girl out of your life. Now, she was on her knees, jacking you off and smiling with your cum on her face.

	“Not bad,” she said, finally speaking again.

	You groan and sit down, your bare ass feels cold against the paved alleyway.

	“Good thing no one showed up to investigate the noise,” you joke as you clean yourself up.

	Rebecca grabs a few more tissues and dabs at her chin, then her chest.

	“I think you owe me a new tanktop, nerd,” she says with a rueful laugh.

	You go to speak, but before you know what’s happening, Rebecca is straddling you and removing her stained tanktop, revealing her fine tits. You had always admired them, you realized, but you had never suspected that they could be so wonderfully round, with such perfect pink nipples.

	Rabbits are the best!

	“Alright, one more round,” Rebecca breathes into your ear as she reaches down and slips your dick inside her.

	Somehow, despite cumming twice, you’re still raring to go. That must be the “monster magic” you’ve heard so much about.

	Once inserted, you grab Rebecca’s naked ass with both hands and look up into her joyful face as she begins to move.

	Rebecca’s smile widens as she presses her tits together and winks. Then, her ears go straight as she hugs your body as tightly as she can with her arms and legs, and begins fucking you with the strength and speed of a monster girl.

	Her ass slaps against you, each thrust brings you to new levels of ecstasy that you didn’t know were possible.

	Rebecca no longer plays the part of the frightened girl, or the cruel bully. Now, she shows her true self, a wild, ridiculously horny bunny in heat. Now, you realize why rabbits have such an infamous reputation as sex addicts.

	It’s all you can do to keep with her wild assault on your body as she brings you deeper and deeper inside herself, wrapping herself around you and gripping you as tightly as she can.

	Despite this, you feel no pain, rather, you feel exhilarated. Her pussy is amazing, it feels like you’re fucking a cloud.

	You finally stop fighting your instincts and hold her as tightly as you can as you cum inside her.

	You lurch forward a bit each time you cum, and Rebecca forces herself down harder in tandem with each powerful movement.

	You lie there, cumming inside her, holding her tight against your chest, her little ears twitch as the two of you embrace.

	You hold her close, her body brings you warmth.  She nibbles on your ear, and then puts her head against your chest, lovingly.

	“I think we should probably go now,” you observe.

	“Yeah, probably,” she says.

	“Hey Rebecca?”

	“Yes?”

	“I don’t hate you anymore. I'm sorry for calling you a bitch."

	“I never hated you, actually. And don't be sorry, I kind of... Was. Hey Anon..."

	“Yeah?”

	“Can I be your girlfriend? I wanted to ask you all those years ago, back in elementary school, but I got too scared and ran away. I never knew how to ask, so I treated you meanly. I’m sorry.”

	You draw her close, and gently pat her head. Her hair is so soft…

	“Of course you can be my girlfriend,” you say with a smile, “I love you.”

	Rebecca looks up at you and smiles.

	“But, I’m still going to tease you sometimes. Is that okay?” she asks.

	You laugh.

	“Yeah, that’s okay.”

	"By the way, Anon, I'm glad I finally gained the courage to ask you out," she says. "My Dating class professor told me I could do it, and I knew I could! I joked that this was my 'special assignment.' How did I do?"

	"I think you earned an A+," you laughed.

	---

	Two weeks later…

	“And that’s how the Guild was overthrown for good, leading to the current climate of relaxed monster girl slash human relations that we have been enjoying for the past millennia. Now, remember to read pages forty-nine through, w-wait, where are you going! Come back!”

	You leave History class with a skip in your step and a smile on your face. Finals are coming up soon, but you’re not worried. How could a man as lucky as yourself be worried?

	“Hey Anon,” says a familiar voice.

	Rebecca bounds alongside you and gives you a hug. You notice with a trace of humor that she’s wearing *another* new tanktop.

	“I was thinking, you should really meet my parents soon,” she says, “I’m sure they’ll love you! Um, you may need to bring your own food though, it’s hard providing for a family of twenty-three.”

	You laugh and ruffle her hair, causing her to pout. The teaser has become the teased.

	“Of course,” you say as you close your locker door and grab your backpack. “I’d be happy to go.”

	Rebecca’s face lights up. She leans in and kisses your cheek.

	“By the way,” she whispers, “You should really meet me after class today.”

	“Again? That’s the fifth time this week, and it’s not even Wednesday!”

	Rebecca laughs and seductively leans forward, giving you an ample view of her chest.

	“C’mon, if you’re going to live with a bunny, you’re going to have to fuck like one too,” she says with a little smile that makes your heart go wild.

	"Fine," you say, "but after that, we have to snuggle. I want to feel that soft fur when I get into bed."

	"Deal."

	You put an arm around Rebecca and smile.

	This is heaven.