Summary: this is a little sneak peek for if anyone wants to buy our nsfw version of our game also it kind of spoils how you meet Mari in day 2 btw you need to know more about him in day 3 in double sided of the truth!
WARNING: Their is Gender neutral reader in the sense that there's no specific mention of reader's pronouns, gender, and anatomy. There is no Established relationship between Marius (Mari) and reader some spoilers after the date with Ollie you get mixed feelings. I will say he is a huge bottom and The reader is a very dominant top, Theirs ass play/fingering him, sensitive, ear kink but very sensitive to any touch, especially his ears, The reader is a little bit rude, but not really just their way of dirty talk that gets them off
So basically, this is one of the characters from the game, of course I wrote this already and actually completed it and was just going to put a different version, but I fucked up and the original one that I wrote, got deleted so in the end I put like a little notes of what I would’ve put originally than this this took me about five hours worth of writing
Btw this is one of the love interest btw ghosty/ @wdxghosty
Did help me with some mistakes for writing, but I mostly wrote this all myself. There’s some spelling mistakes of course which I apologize. I will make some for.
Ollie and kenji but for now this is all I have. Please let me know if you guys want more of course and this is my first time ever writing and posting about this stuff
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You hobble back to your dorm that night, ankle wrapped in ice, Ollie's possessive grip still lingering like a bruise on your skin. He's been texting nonstop—apologies mixed with demands to know every detail about that bunny-eared stranger. But your mind drifts to those bright red eyes and twitching velvet ears, the way Mari's hands felt steady and warm against your waist before Ollie yanked you away.
The next day at Gwen’s university, the sprawling campus buzzes with hybrids and mages alike—fox-tailed sculptors hauling clay, winged poets reciting verses mid-flight. Your writing class drags on, ankle propped under the desk, until you spot him. Mari, lounging in the back row, floppy bunny ears draped over his wild brown curls like a chaotic crown. He's scribbling furiously in a notebook, long legs stretched out, his lithe frame clad in a fitted black shirt that hugs his narrow waist and hints at the subtle curve of his hips.
He catches your gaze and winks, those green eyes sparkling with mischief. After class, he saunters over, ears perking up.
"Twisted ankle all better, Or do you need another hero to carry you?"
You laugh it off, but conversations spark. Turns out he's a writing major, obsessed with writing and some poetry that drips with raw emotion. You bump into him everywhere—library stacks where he recites haikus about forbidden touches, courtyard benches where he sketches character sheets of glitchy lagomorphs with heterochromatic eyes like his own (one green, one faintly mismatched under the curls). Friendship blooms fast, Ollie seething in the background with glares and passive-aggressive sketches of horned rabbits getting trampled.
Weeks Later: The Dorm Invite
"My dorm's got the best view for brainstorming," Mari texts one evening after a grueling writing assignment on erotic tension in prose. "Bring your laptop. I'll make tea"
You agree, curiosity buzzing hotter than the magic wards flickering around the dorms. His room is a poet's chaos: walls plastered with ink sketches of dynamic poses—floppy-eared figures in seductive stances, hands splayed over faces, voluminous curls exploding wild. Bookshelves overflow with poetry tomes and half-finished manuscripts. A massive window overlooks enchanted gardens where fireflies dance like living stars.
Mari greets you at the door, ears twitching at your scent, dressed in loose pants that hang low on his hips and a cropped tank top exposing a sliver of soft furred midriff. His brown curls are tousled, green eyes bright as he pulls you inside.
"Finally. Sit, sit. Tea's steeping—chamomile with a twist, for inspiration."
You settle on his bed (the only clear spot amid scattered papers), laptops open. Words flow at first: plotting a story about a possessive artist and a free-spirited hybrid. But tension simmers. Mari leans close, ears brushing your arm, reading aloud in a voice like velvet over gravel.
"His fingers tangled in the soft fur of her ears, pulling just hard enough to make her gasp, body arching into the pain-pleasure spike...'"
You notice him clearing his voice a bit
“I find it a bit weird we have to do this, for a grade don’t you think about, writing about the human body”
His ears quiver as he speaks, sensitive tips flushing pink. You notice how he shifts, thighs pressing together. Ollie's jealousy fades to memory; here from the other night you think it wasn’t t really a date after all I mean you guys aren’t actually dating ,you're in control of this situation right now.
You reach out, casual at first, tracing the edge of one floppy ear. It's velvet-soft, warm, twitching under your fingertip.
"Sensitive, huh?" you murmur, voice low.
Mari freezes, red eyes widening, breath hitching. "Y-yeah... don't...or do. Fuck."
You tug gently, rolling the tip between thumb and forefinger. He whimpers, a high, needy sound, hips bucking involuntarily. His lithe body goes pliant, slumping back against the pillows, curls splaying wild.
Control surges through you. You straddle his lap, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand—his frame slender enough to hold easily. With the other, you yank his left ear, stretching the floppy length taut. Mari moans loud, back arching, cock hardening fast against his pants, pressing up into your thigh.
You grind down, feeling the thick ridge throb. "Like that? Beg for more."
"Pull 'em. Fuck, use my ears—make me yours."
You rip his tank top off, exposing his smooth chest, faint fur patches at his collarbone. Nipples pebble under your palms as you twist them, but your focus stays on those ears—one in each hand now, yanking in rhythm. Mari writhes, cock leaking pre-cum through fabric, staining dark.
Leaning down, you lick a stripe up his throat, biting the pulse point. He bucks, ears trembling in your grip. You shove his pants down, freeing his cock—long, veined, flushed pink at the tip, bunny-like sheath partially retracted. Balls heavy, furred lightly at the base.
Your hand wraps around it, stroking firm while pulling both ears back like reins. Mari cries out, hips snapping up.
"Not yet." You squeeze the base, denying him, then slap his cock lightly. It twitches, splattering pre-cum on his abs. He sobs, green eyes glassy, curls matted with sweat.
You flip him onto his stomach, ass up—round, plush cheeks parting to show his tight pink hole, puckered and clenching. Lube from his nightstand (poet's perk: always prepared), slick fingers circling before plunging in. One, then two, scissoring his heat while your free hand fists his right ear, tugging viciously.
Mari screams into the pillow, ass pushing back, hole sucking your fingers deep. "More—FUCK- me, own me!"
You add a third finger, prostate-milking curls, his cock drooling onto sheets. He shakes, ears limp and oversensitive now, every pull sending jolts straight to his core.
Pulling out, you position behind him. No need for your own pleasure specified—just control. You thrust fingers back in while jerking his cock, ear in your teeth, nibbling the edge.
He breaks, cum erupting in thick ropes across the bed, hole spasming around your digits. "Cumming—fuck, y-your're-"
But you're not done. You roll him over, straddle his face. "Clean up your mess. Lick."
Mari obeys eagerly, tongue lapping his own cum from your skin (neutral grind), ears flopped aside for you to grab and yank with each buck of your hips. He sucks messily, moaning vibrations up.
You ride his face harder, pulling both ears until tears streak his cheeks, cock twitching back to life.
"Again," you command, and he does—second orgasm ripping through him untouched, body convulsing as you grind to your peak.
Mari curls into you, ears draped over your chest like a blanket, twitching faintly. "We still have to write, That Poetry tomorrow"
You smirk, tugging lightly. He shudders happily. Friendship sealed in cum and control—Ollie possibly couldn’t even stand a chance
Extended Scene: Building Heat
(Editor note I wanted to add a bit more for some context and some other things I wanted to put But here some other stuff just for fun during the session)
Backtrack to the dorm work session for more detail. Laptops glow, but Mari's foot nudges yours under the desk. His ears flick every time you praise his prose: "That's hot—keep going."
You test: brush his ear while handing him tea. He spills it, blushing, cock tenting instantly.
"Ears... pull 'em and I melt. Don't tell."
Your hand dives in, gripping both floppy lengths, yanking down. Mari gasps, knees buckling, sliding to the floor between your legs.
"Prove it. Suck your own fingers like my cock."
He does, slurping lewdly, eyes locked on yours while you twist his ears. Pants shoved down, his cock bobs free—uncut, tip glistening. You foot it lightly, toes curling around the shaft, rubbing pre-cum into the sole while ear-pulling.
Mari humps your foot desperately, whimpers muffled around fingers. "Gonna shoot—"
You stop, deny. "Bed. Now."
On the mattress, you strip him bare: tall, slender hybrid glory—floppy ears to his shoulders, wild brown curls framing flushed face, lithe muscles quivering under tan skin, cock standing proud amid curly pubes.
You bind his wrists with his own belt, ears pinned under your knees as you straddle his chest. Grind your clothed crotch on his sternum, reach back to stroke him slow.
"Beg Me to even let me stroke with my hand."
Yank. Stroke. Edge. Repeat. His balls draw tight, denied thrice before you let him paint his own chest white, ropes splattering up to his chin.
(Editor note SORRYYY I rushed this part but this took about a few weeks to write and I got kinda lazy I apologize 😔)
Finale: You peg him with a dorm-hidden toy, thick silicone cock slamming in balls-deep. Ears as reins, yanking with every thrust—pounding his ass raw, him jerking his own cock in sync.
He cums screaming, hole clamping, milking the toy. You follow, grinding deep.
Collapsed, he nuzzles your neck. "Best Idea ever. Invite you back later?"
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Well I tired my best with to the writing it was halfass writing on my end though but I hope you enjoyed ^^
Heres some art of him though some not done
