“Though, who knows, … maybe I will try one day…”

She smirked.

“Honey, you hold a flame to me… let’s be honest. But also we’re different types. I’m curvy… bouncy in certain places… I waggle when people pump into me.. You’re springy, petite… tight… I can see a lot of men and women wanting to have fun with that … frame of yours…”

A very flustered chuckle escaped his lips as he scratched his ear a bit more.

“Well… I cannot deny that we are different, of course. I suppose I have perhaps not met the right crowd then, that was apparently… uhm… into… me… Miss!”

Fume practically rose from his long ears as he tried to wrestle down the feeling of embarrassment. He was used to seeing the odd patrons making out before slipping off to one of the more private venues but, thus far, he had seldom been part of that, outside of a flirt here or there. The woman raised her hands with a smile.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable either just… let’s lay it down to a compliment. You’re very pretty and alluring… shockingly so… like I saw you and was like… MHHPF! - must pet… must stroke… must kiss!”

She giggled innocently, as if she had just said the most normal thing one could. The heat on his cheeks pulsed hotter and hotter as she added

“But yeah, my partner would love a feel of you too, I’m sure.”

A slight bow of his head, a flushed face and a happy, albeit nervous smile on his lips.

“W-well… I am very thankful for the… uh… compliment. I am… usually… not one for… ahm… petting… and such… but if you insist…”

His voice trailing off as he barely mumbles the next words

“... then you may do so… just this once… maybe…”

The woman wore a devilish grin, climbing from her seat and prowling around the barside. Her eyes locked on the rabbit, as she stepped up to him.

“See, now you’ve gone and done something oh so naughty… you didn’t tell me where I should… or -shouldn’t- pet…”

His eyes widening in shock at the implication. Practically frozen in place the woman would use her chance to embrace him in full from behind. Hands freely silking up and down his flanks from hips to chest. His mind racing, he did forget… didn’t he? She did say she liked him… so maybe… it’s fine? The mixed feelings had him standing there and just accepting her embrace and touches. He normally would have run, he should have run. But being flattered in this manner, embraced and even though it may have been his fault… right?

“Not an ounce of fat on you…”

He softly trembled as the thoughts continued to spiral as goosebumps covered his skin where her fingers trailed past. Her voice only added to his plight. A breathy, barely audible

“Mhmm…”

Escaped his lips in reply to her advances. A surprised gasp echoed from his throat as he was pushed against the bar, his ears flopping at the sudden movement. Her hips pressed hard against his rear before she proceeded to give him a hard dry humping. D-did she… not know…?

“Mmhhp! Trust me honey… day after day… they’ll see this skirt gone or lifted and fuck you till you scream… Your ass… your pussy… mmhpp… hard and harsh… or soft and mellow of course… nevertheless, you’re gonna get stuffed and filled like you wouldn’t believe as a harlot!”