Your thoughts and senses felt like they were hit and pulled by some unseen force. Most of the shameless primal lust that was growing within you lately had vanished as the rabbit fire carefully picked you up off the floor. Perhaps it was forced out by fear, or maybe having someone paying attention to you and speaking to you snapped you back into being a more reserved or civilized person. Regardless of the reason, you were now mostly filled with a misfire of fear and shame. There was also the sense of embarrassment at how this girl handled you like you were nothing more than a toy to her. Of course this didn’t seem to far off as the giant rabbit girl carried you into her room and placed you in a dollhouse crib to keep you from running away.
You tried to climb over the gates o Lu for a large finger to knock you back into the toy crib. “Now you stay put while o find something for you to wear.” She said in a cute, yet authoritative tone. You made another attempt to escape when her back was turned, but this was once again thwarted with no effort when she turned back and spotted you preparing to mover your body over the side of the crib. With an annoyed sigh she pressed you back in and repeated her command, this time in a much more stern tone. Despite her cute voice and demeanor, this did succeed in intimidating you into obedience. It was clear that you weren’t escaping, and you didn’t want to make this girl mad when she could effortlessly overpower you. She seemed to smile whenever she would glance back at you to make sure you were staying put, happy that you were finally listening to her.
Finally she turned around again. In her hand, a doll outfit. A small orange dress that kinda resembled the one she was wearing actually. “Sorry I don’t have any boy dolls so you’ll have to wear this for now.” You were not enthusiastic about this and your expression reflected it.
“Hey! Don’t give me that look! I’m doing what I can to help you. I don’t have to help. And I don’t have to go out and get you some boy clothes. So I’d be a lot more nice and thankful if I were you.” She scolded in a soft yet stern voice. You got the point and reluctantly put the dress on. Seeming to add to your insult, the doll dress was still a bit too big for you. This was so humiliating for you.
“There we go. Much better.” What will Cream do now.
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