Talk:March Hare/@comment-24026095-20170409025015

You are working in office just like every day, calculating averages and sums on a spreadsheet, when your computer conks off. The fucking thing won't respond.

You walk into your colleague's cubicle. Ever since those equal amendment laws for mamono or other shit came up, there are an equal number of mamono and humans at all offices, construction sites, and everywhere else. Even though there's more sex than work nowadays, and sometimes sex while working. Usually, the Inari or Youko boss walks in masturbating, sees the employees fucking while filling in their spreadsheets or typing up reports, and the documents have &lsquo;Volume of cum&rsquo; instead of &lsquo;Volume of oil&rsquo;, or even &lsquo;Total semen production this year in gallons&rsquo; instead of &lsquo;Total petroleum yield this year in gallons&rsquo;. What is this fucking world cumming to? Oh FFS, you're turning into a pervert too. This world IS cumming to fucking, and some more cumming.

Against your best judgement, you decide to ask your workmate for her computer.

&lsquo;Martha, mind if I use your laptop?&rsquo; you ask.

Martha is, as luck would have it, a march hare. She looks up, her eyes turning into cock-in-pussy signs, and licks her lips.

&lsquo;Sure, darling,&rsquo; she says, pushing her swivel chair out from behind her desk and gesturing to her lap like a presenting table. &lsquo;Do sit on top of my lap and tell me all about your sexual frustrations. I'm always here to listen and jill off to your fantasies. Then we might even get to practice them so you don't feel embarrassed about your performance!&rsquo;

What would you do?