Supply run

You wake up the next morning still spooned up against Loopy's soft backside, your forearm sandwiched between her soft pillowy tits. You kiss her back and though she's still sleeping, gives a quiet murmur of appreciation. The urge to piss had woken you up before your alarm went off and you slowly slip loose from the bunny's embrace and go to the bathroom. Your morning wood makes taking a piss a challenge, but you manage and then hop in the shower, taking time to clean off your still sticky cock. You fight the urge to relieve your morning wood, saving it for the bunny in your bed instead. After a quick shave, you walk back to the bedroom and find her in a deep, contented slumber.

'Poor girl... I must have really worn her out yesterday!' Though you'd love to go another round with her, it's understandable that she'd want some sleep after everything that she'd been through. You pull the covers over her naked body, to make sure that she doesn't get chilly, and then go to the kitchen to begin your morning routine. After feeding yourself, Cinna and then going out to feed the chickens, you come back to the bedroom and and see Loopy still sleeping, adorably snuggled up to a body pillow.

Grabbing a pen from your bedstand, you write her a note letting her know that you're taking a quick trip into town and that you'll be right back. Part of you wanted to take her with, to show the bunny girl the town, but you didn't know how other people would react to her.

You need to pick up some groceries, especially now that you have two mouths to feed, and you want to look for some clothes for Loopy as well. You'd have to guess at her sizes, but she couldn't wear the same pair of overall shorts everyday or walk around in just a t-shirt if the weather turned cooler.

You lay the note on the bed, next to her where she's sure to find it, and then put on some clothes suitable for a trip to town.

You take the old sky blue pickup that used to be your father's. It has some rust now, but still runs well and has plenty of space in the back for hauling things. It takes ten minutes to get to town and your first stop is the local thrift shop. As you pull up in front, a stray dog dashes down the sidewalk, scared off by your car.

Inside, with the help of the two older lady's tending the shop, you pick out some outfits for Loopy. You give them a rough estimate of her measurements (leaving out her rabbit's feet and tail), and they give you a selection of tops and shorts that should fit her. By luck, you also find a pair of wide bell-bottom jeans in the bunny girl's size, perfect for hiding her furry feet if she needed to. You grab a floppy straw sun hat for her as well, thinking that she might be able to tuck her ears into it.

The next stop is the grocery store, where you buy another weeks worth of groceries, heavy on the produce and with a bag of senior dog food for Cinna, too. At the pharmacy, you grab a couple bottles of sensual lubricants, smiling as you think of the fun that you'll have with them later. The girl at the checkout counter gives you a sly grin as she rings up your items, but doesn't comment on the lube. If you didn't have a hot as hell bunny girl waiting for you at home, you might banter with the pretty girl more, but you didn't want to leave Loopy home alone for too long.

When you push your loaded cart out to the parking lot, you see the stray dog from earlier trot by. 'Probably a crossbreed,' you think as you get a closer look at it. 'A mix of sheepdog and who knows what. Possibly a husky, with those pointy ears...' The dog had a long hair coat that looked like it needed a good bath and maybe a trim, too. It's hair hung down over it's eyes, completely hiding them from view. Feeling sorry for the stray, you take a bag of dog treats from your cart and open it, and offer one to the dog. "Here, pup! You want a treat?"

Cautiously, with it's head low to the ground, the shaggy dog padded toward you with it's gaze focused on the treat in your hand. You lay it on the ground in front of you, and as soon as you pull your hand away, it snatches it up and swallows it so fast you don't think that it chewed it at all. With the first treat gone, the dog looks up to you again, its nose sniffing rapidly in the air.

"All right. One more, but then I have to go, okay?" You reach into the bag of dog treats again, and the sniffing dog suddenly moves closer, burying its muzzle against your crotch and inhaling deeply. "Whoa, doggy!" You push back on its head and give an embarrassed laugh, glancing around to see if anyone was watching you. "You're a friendly boy, aren't you?"

Even as you pushed the dog's head away, it continued smelling your hand and pushing toward you, excited by something.

"You must smell my pug on me, don't you, buddy?" You toss another treat as a distraction and then quickly push your cart to the truck to unload it.

The stray quickly returns and snuffles at your pant leg as you drop your bags into the back of the truck, staying close by your side until you get into the truck cab. As you try to climb in, the dog lets out a quick bark and then tilts its head to the side, tongue lolling out as it stares at you.

"Sorry, Pup! I've got a pug at home already, and a bunny girl who's not crazy about having the one dog in the house! I can't bring you with!"

The dog gives another sharp bark to that and moves closer to the truck door, but you close the door before the stray can slip inside.

"Sorry, pup," you say to yourself, regretting leaving the stray alone even as you drive out of the parking lot.

At the next stop sign, you look in your mirror and see the dog still running after your truck. 'Damn... He's going to get hit by a car if he keeps following me down the street.' You check for any cars coming behind you, and seeing none, set the parking brake. You open your door just as the stray catches up with you, and without hesitation, it leaps up into your lap with a heavy landing, then jumps into the passenger seat. You give the exhausted dog a quick sideways glance, checking for a collar in the long dirty fur. "All right. No collar means I have to take you home, I suppose. But just until I find out where you belong. Understand?"

Your furry passenger gives a bark of approval and then lays down on the seat, watching you as you start off towards home again.