Talk:Wererabbit/@comment-220.255.1.37-20141224032625/@comment-28935784-20150305070018

I swallow hard, put the diary down like it's nitrate, and tip-toe towards the door.

I turn the knob and tug.

Holy ... smokes.

It won't open.

I tug harder with all the strength in my skinny arms. No good.

I grab the stupid knob, place my feet on the door, and hang from the doorknob as I try to pull the door off its hinges.

Still closed. I drop to the ground, panting and sweating, and scream, 'FUUUUUCK!' at the top of my lungs.

'Yes, we will,' says a sweet, gentle voice behind me. Two arms wrap around my waist. I feel warm breath on my neck.

'Um. Why're you keeping me here?'

'I know you saw that diary. I'm sorry it scared you. But I hungered for you ever since we met in the store.'

'I thought you were a cutie too, but why do you think we ought to ... have sex?

'This.' She slowly and erotically gets out the only things she's wearing - a skimpy lingerie set. 'Are you tempted?'

'Let's talk about -'

She pushes me down, mounts me, and gasps, with a bestial, horny look on her face, 'I feel too wet and willing to discuss anything! I'm so horny!'

As I enter her, I grunt and shake, hugging her tight. I pant, 'Yes! I feel what you feel too ... you fluffy hottie!' ;)