Breakfast! Woop woop!

You awoke a few hours later, dreary eyed and barely lucid, Becky noticeably absent from on top of you, but with sounds of bustling from the room adjacent. You groaned, turning over slightly and pulling up the blanket, but, after another 10 minutes or so, you couldn't doze off again and just decided to get up. You still needed to figure out what was going on, so, groaning, stood up, pulling your pants and trousers on once more, before trying to find your shirt, which in the end you gave up on, as wherever Becky had thrown it, it wasn't easy to find.

You stumbled your way out of the bedroom, yawning and rubbing your eyes as you looked around for the cute lil' bunny girl who you had been cuddling with not too long ago. This is when you found two missing things. The first of these was Becky. You could see her humming to herself quietly in the kitchen, a stove in front of her with some eggs on a pan. The second was your shirt. Which was on Becky. Due to her small stature, it acted as a sort of mini dress, but, thanks to her newly acquired bunny tail, it didn't quite cover her ass completely. The very bottom of her rear was just about visible, along with her long, smooth legs. As you stared at the beauty cooking, her ears stood up tall, twitching slightly, before she turned her head to the side and looked at you, a slight smile on her face. "Hey..." She said, a light blush dusting her cheek, "I'm making us some eggs. I didn't want to wake you, but now that you're up you could lay the table if you want." She turned back to the pan as you walked up behind her. Gently, you wrapped your arms around her waist, causing her to stiffen up for a moment. "O-oh-" She stuttered, but didn't push you away. You nuzzled the top of your head into her hair, feeling the soft fur of her ears tickling your cheeks as you did.

"You're wearing my shirt," You muttered, moving your head to rest your chin on her shoulder whilst squeezing her slightly. Her blush grew slightly stronger as she worked to avoid contact and keep frying the eggs.

"M-mhm..." She squeaked, doing her best not to look at you, "C-cutlery is in t-that drawer over there..." You smiled, kissing the blushing girl on the cheek before slowly withdrawing your arms and making your way over to the drawer she had nodded towards.

"For what it's worth," You said, fishing out two pairs of knives and forks, "I think it looks really cute on you." The girl didn't turn to face you, but you saw the back of her neck go slightly redder at this. You took the cutlery over to the small wooden table, setting them down, before taking your seat in one of the old rickety chairs beside it. The wood slightly irritated your bareback, but it wasn't too bad. Plus from here, if you leaned down you could make out...

The clank of the pan being moved and the hiss as the fire on the stove was put out made you sit bolt upright as Becky began to put the eggs onto plates, and soon what looked to be toast joined them. Weird... Wasn't this world medieval-ish? You watched as the girl pottered over, balancing the plates on either hand and a piece of toast in her mouth, as she sat down across from you, placing the plates in front of each of you respectively before munching down on the bread and looking towards your confused face. "'Tis called toast," She mumbled, pulling the toast out of her mouth as she chewed on a mouthful, "I got some Warbeast tech from a trader a while back..." You continued to stare at her. Warbeast? Tech? How did it make sense that a race with war in their name had made toasters? Your continued staring seemed to unnerve her slightly, as she turned her face away from you, a dusting of red on her cheeks. "So um..." She said, rubbing her legs together slightly as her blush increased under your gaze. "Where are you from? Your clothes aren't like any I've seen in human villages around our land, and I travel for trade pretty often."

You sat up slightly, tearing your gaze away from Becky as you looked down at the meal before you. How should you reply? Hell, you weren't even sure whether or not any of this was really happening, but if it was...

"Ehhhhh..." You said, picking up your knife and fork and you burst the yoke of your egg and began to cut up a bit of the toast, "Nowhere in particular? I travel a lot, and uh-" You chewed on the bit of yolk soaked bread as you thought what to say next, "I got the clothes from a vendor called... Primark?" Becky turned to you slightly, a look of slight confusion on her face.

"Well I've never heard of him... Travel you say?" She said, as she turned to begin eating her meal, "Ever been to Elkia?" You watched as a bit of yolk dribbled down the corner of her mouth. "'Cause-" She continued, oblivious to this, "I have to take an order there in a few days and you're always welcome to-" She was cut off with her face becoming uncomfortably close to yours, as you smirked, licking the yolk from her mouth. Something about watching the girl turn a dark crimson as she almost fell back in her chair and tried to cover her face made your heart strings tug in a way that made you feel incredibly pleased with yourself. "W-what..." She began, as she used the back of her hand to wipe where you had licked her, "w-was that for...?" She looked at your coyly out the corner of her eyes as she squeezed her thighs together and put an arm under her chest, pushing her boobs up in a manner that seemed almost... deliberate. You smirked, as you finished off your meal and sat back in your seat, allowing her eyes to wonder over your bare chest.

"What?" You said, smiling as you used a napkin to clean your mouth, "You had a bit of yolk on your face." You watched in amusement as the bunny eared redhead continued to squirm slightly as she looked at you with an increasing hunger in her eyes. You watched as she stood slowly, dipping her finger into the yolk on her plate as she slowly strutted towards you, swinging her hips seductively, before straddling your lap, a huge blush on her face. Without a word, she moved her yolk covered finger over your chest, before sucking the finger clean. "I-I-" She stuttered out, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, "Can d-do that too, y-y'know?" And with that, she leant down and you felt her tongue drag across your chest, leaving a sheen of her saliva, before she buried her face in your neck and went quiet. You chuckled, bringing a hand up to her hair and running it through it. It was greasier by this point. Turns out sex, sweat and cooking will do that. She obviously noticed that you had realised this, as you felt her slide out of your lap, and she stood, avoiding eye contact as her blush persisted. "I-I'm gonna..." She looked back at you, conflicted. "G-go shower..." With that she turned around, hurrying to one of the other doors of the home, but as she reached it, pulling it open and stepping into the doorframe, she looked back at you, with a look on her face of confused determination. Slowly, she brought her hands down to the bottom of her shirt, before pulling it over her head, showing you her naked form in all it's glory once more. She stood for a moment, before your stares became too much, at which point she dropped your shirt, and covered her erogenous areas. Blushing still, she turned tail (giving a view of her lovely tail and ass) and retreated into the bathroom, and soon after you heard the rush of flowing water.