This choice: Feeling bold and little foolhardy, you meet with them both. • Go Back... You know what? Fuck it. You going for both of the rabbits, so with that in mind, you approach the pair of strange creatures, already figuring out your course of actions-feigning a pleasant enough smile. Instantly, both Vanilla and Cream's eyes light up; obviously, they haven't had a lot of guests around, what with the whole 'house in the middle of the forest' thing they have going on here.
"Look, Mom, it's a traveler! Can we have him over, pleeeaaasssee?"
Vanilla chuckles at her daughter's enthusiasm, feeling quite happy to see a (supposedly) friendly face out here. "Oh, Cream, we haven't even asked him yet!" She clears her throat, then looks at you expectantly. "Excuse me, sir, but would you be interested in staying over for dinner? I just love cooking for guests," she added.
"W-well, I have been hiking a ways from town, and I am feeling pretty famished," you state, stomach rumbling, "Eh, sure; why the heck not!"
"Yaaaaayyy!" Cream jumps for joy, her massive feet sticking out behind her. "I'll go set the table!" she yells, dashing up the wooden porch and into the house.
Vanilla's hand brushes gently against your chest. "Don't worry, darling, we'll take care of you soon enough," she remarks, a hint of coquettish charm in her voice. Gulping, you can already feel your mind wander away from the topic at foot—er, hand. Visions of those plump, playful feet frolic across your mind, insidious thoughts getting the better of you.
"What are you waiting for, silly? Come inside!" the older rabbit laughingly calls to you, already at the front door of her cozy little house. You snap out of your trance, embarrassed and scared that you might've blown your cover, but nonetheless continue your guise as a harmless hiker looking for a place to rest and recover. "Coming!" you respond to her, already bouncing up the steps.
The sounds of those mules flopping and flapping against the hard wood floor made you quiver. Suddenly your foreman was stroked by the woman's behind as you moved closer. The plush feeling of voluminous posterior flesh and silky fabric of the dress made your hair stand on end. Subconsciously you bit on your lower lip-well the older rabbit looked apologetic...supposedly.
"My, I really should watch where I'm going. Are you alright dear?" The older rabbit questioned, worried for your wellbeing yet you could have sworn to hear a note of an amusement in her tone.
"O-oh, n-nothing at all." You stuttered, and trying to kept your cover. Instantly as you slid past her, you was greeted to a homely little living room. The rabbit gestured to the couch, which you obligated by sitting on. You felt your bottom sank into the cushions.
"Now make yourself comfortable, dinner would ready in a jiffy." The mother rabbit politely stated as she went somewhere else Presumably the kitchen-filling the empty hallways of the house with the sounds of her foot wear. Seconds become minutes as you waited. The lovely atmosphere was starting grew stragant to you. Main course was clearly fresh on your mind. As you felt your eyes getting heavy...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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