What’s the trend of this story?

Racing games weren’t your expertise, and you really should have thought of that before starting. It didn’t help the taller Femboy was leaning against you during the races, causing your attention to focus on what his presence does to you, or the fact he started nudging you as he shit talked you.

“My my, I thought rabbits were fast. Maybe you should be a turtle?” “And a wasted shell. Were you aiming?” “Haha you got shrunk. Look it’s as little as you!”

You were biting your lip, trying, and... fail. He beat you by 5 seconds on the first race, and by 20 seconds on the second! You don’t even get the third race. The chat hoped in on shit talking you, but honestly with wildwolf here and giving you that hungry look you could focus on it.

“My my, our little bunny isn’t that quick.” He laughs , wrapping his arms around you from behind so his teeth are on your earlobe, giving a nibble before saying “I think it’s time you climb on my bed bunny girl.”

You blush, nothing to retort you follow his instructions. He also tells you shoes off to get at your pretty feet. The stocks are adjustable to height, but he decides you should be fully stretched, so only your wrist and ankles go through, leaving you fully exposed.

Now that your in and ****, he tells you while a hand slowly strokes up your side “if your a good girl and beg daddy to be nice, I might just be. Let’s hear it, willing to beg?”

You could beg the hungry wolf, you could remain silent... or you could brat and sass talk him.