Things are going to get wild

“What? This is my room! I can be naked if I so please!” I huffed and kicked the shorts off my

ankles and into Silvius’ stunned, blushing expression. The usual white haired rabbit was beet-red

and threw the shorts to the side as if they’d burned him.

“Lighten up, little bunny. We’re all just having fun.” Kristjan waved his hand dismissively.

I suddenly focused back on the stallion with a devious expression.

“Well, I did my dare. Your turn now, loverboy.”

He flared his nostrils before shrugging his shoulders as if my dare wouldn’t be a big deal.

“Lay it on me. I’m not self conscious in the slightest.”

“In that case how about you go ahead and opt out of pajamas for the night.”

Ophelia let out another whistle and Silvius immediately began to protest despite the fact that

Kristjan didn’t look the least bit disturbed by the idea.

“Arun, isn’t that a bit ****? I don’t think that’s really fair and would you

pleaseputonclothes!”

Ophelia called out from her sleeping bag.

“Don’t be a pussy Kristjan! That’s my job! Do the damn dare!”

I nodded. “Yeah it would be really trash ass if you pussied out.”

“Who said I wasn’t going to do it..? Move aside, Silvius. The men are working here.”

“Wha-”

Silvius was cut off by yet another article of clothing being thrown in his face. The stallion’s shirt,

heavy with cologne and his natural scent, invaded Silvius’s senses and made him weak in the

knees. The little rabbit pulled it off just in time to catch Tristjan’s muscles flexing beneath his

silky smooth fur as he undid the zipper on his jeans and pulled them down to reveal the meaty

girth he wielded between his legs. His flaccid cock hung between his thighs, heavy and

impressive, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and look away.

“Show off..” I mumbled under my breath while crossing my arms over my shapely chest.

“And I have to stay like this the entire night?” Krist asked with a raised brow, only to be met

with two yes’s and one choked out no. Ophelia and I shot a look in Silvy’s direction and he

zipped it.

“I guess the dare is back on me, then. Alright. Ophelia, get over here!”

She snorted, texting away on her phone and using the device to hide her decisive red hue.

“I’m not a fucking dog. Don’t call me over like that!”

“Hey, what’s wrong with dogs?”

That earned me a glare from Ophelia before she finally rolled her eyes and came to a stand. Her

lithe, model-like figure walked over to us with her usual long gait.

“What? I didn’t say I wanted to play truth or dare.”

I snort, throwing an arm over her shoulder and pulling her closer.

“It’s a sleepover. Why would you come if you were just gonna’ be a scaredy cat?”

The taunt made her bare her teeth as me which only made my dangerous, sharp grin widen.

“Come on! Don’t be a stick in the mud! Besides, if you do it, then Silvy will do it because peer

pressure always works on Silvy!”