"What the?" by Kulkum
“What the hell!?” the Todd grumbled lightly when his bed jumped, and kept jumping. For a brief moment, he wondered if he was being abducted by aliens or something equally stupid. The sleeping mind tended to do that, especially when torn from a peaceful slumber. Once he realized that he wasn’t actually moving, he focused his eyes on the little gray bunny that was lightly bouncing her butt on the edge of his bed. “Carrots?”
“Oh, you are awake!” she drawled, causing him to narrow his eyes when she turned to look at him with a smile that could only have been called pleasantly plastered. “I was afraid I was going to have to take care of this problem myshef!”
“What problem would that be? Aside from flammable blood,” he groused, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as she lifted the dark bottle of some kind of cooler to her muzzle for another sip before she crawled towards him. She smelled of strawberry, alcohol, and basic feminine lust.
“My pants are on fffire, Nick,” she said, grinning lopsidedly at the terrible joke he could already see coming. “I need a big, stronk fox to help me up it out with his rocket.”
“Rockets don’t put out fires,” he said, yawning even as he felt his boxers tightening when she crawled over him and placed the bottle on his crotch. “I take it you had fun with FruFru.”
“Your rocket can put out the fire in my pants!” she protested, wiggling up until she straddled his hips. “It makes me alllll wet, after all. But you could always save me by just taking my pants off.”
“Uh huh,” he chuckled, taking the bottle from her paws and setting it on the side table before he placed his paws on her hips to give her butt a good, firm squeeze. “Well, since you’re already in my lap and I’m awake now, who am I to argue?”






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