“I… sorry… you m-may have to … guide me here… a bit…”

“Of course. Just come over here… yes… good… now kneel… okay… and here…”

He was thankful for the help. Her soft voice gave him some direction until he finally found the bathtub. Letting himself be guided to his knees he breathed a sigh of relief. She carefully placed the razor in his hand.

“Be careful, it's extremely sharp. Now, you’re going to want to feel around a little with your other hand… if you touch my flower however I’m going to be very, -very- upset. She’s a little sore after last night…”

Her voice trailing off with a mutter for a moment.

“~so many real men~ … Ahem! Ehh, yes, so be careful! Once she’s clean we’ll be good to go!”

The remark did not fail to send an unpleasant jolt through his mind. She still loved him… right? It seemed like no one else was allowed to do this apparently important task of shaving her… so… she must… right?

“Y-yes love… as you… wish… I will try m-my best… R-right… t-try not to move…”

A deep breath and he would carefully move his free hand towards where he believed her leg to be, deciding it would be best to work his hand up from there to avoid any accidents. His fingers tracing up her soft and well rounded flesh until he met her mound. Swallowing once more he would draw the blade closer.

“There you go, you’ve got it, you’ve got it… go on… help me my dear…”

She parted her legs a little more while taking a -firm- grip of his hair.

“Now… be -careful-... if you cut my pussy, I’m gonna have to do anal all week! And it’s going to hurt… so protect your girlfriend from that pain, okay?”

A soft gasp left his lips, his hand trembling as his hair was gripped tightly.

“Y-yes, of course… I wouldn’t want to ever hurt you, my love…”

With his eyes shut tightly he would use his left to feel the lay of her flesh and set the razor above his fingers. Trembling ever so slightly, he carefully placed the razor against the soft, wonderful smelling skin. His ‘clit’ as she had last called it twitched as he ever carefully attempted to move the razor, cleanly shaving any unwanted pubic hair from her mounds. Each stroke of the blade was done as carefully as the blind rabbit could muster. His fingers carefully surveying and tapping the surroundings to try his best to not touch anywhere where he shouldn’t. Her soft spoken words edged him on.

“Good, good… a little to your left… slowly… delicately… be gentle… after all, this is where your babies will come out of soon enough, right? You do want to breed me and our girlfriend, right? Cause… that’s what -men- do…”

She smirked down at the little rabbit, knowing full well he couldn’t see it. Rolling her eyes at the very idea of him ever getting that close.

“Remember to rinse the razor…”

His cheeks burned with heat. He had already been on edge enough, but now… did she mention… babies? His babies? Nodding he would double his efforts of care!

“Y-yes… of course… i would love that… m-my own offspring! With you and your girlfriend even… that would be… it would be a dream come true!”

The pure euphoria of the thought had his dick pitching a tent with his skirt. Blissfully unaware of the rolled eyes or the very real danger of the first baby to be conceived may not even be his. His thoughts clouded by the happy imaginations of him doing something to help his love while she even considered him high enough to think about having his children.

He followed her orders, rinsing the blade before every new stroke. Always trying his best to ever so carefully setting the blade back against her soft skin before continuing to cut more and more of her freshly grown hair. His left now slowly reached her inner thigh to pull the skin evenly before the shaky razor would resume its work. Cold sweat building on his back… one wrong move… just one unaccounted for movement and he might touch something he shouldn’t… even though he desperately wanted to… one wrong flick of his fingers and his love would have to endure the pain of his mistakes… he dreaded what that would mean for him… he had to try his best…