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Jun 28

Bunny Business

(Hybrid! Megan Skiendiel x Fem Reader!)

Hybrid Au!

- Everyone thinks your bunny hybrid roommate Megan is the sweetest, softest angel on campus — wrong. You know she's a shameless, horny little menace. Sore tails? Achy ears? All just part of her little bunny business to trick you into touching her most sensitive spots. She'll dry‑hump you anywhere, anytime, all while batting her pretty eyes and playing the perfect innocent act. Once you finally catch on?

Let's just say all that pent‑up tension was... hopping hot.

● (fluff)

● (smut)

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a/n: figured i need to feed my babies while working on the 3rd chapter of the domme sophia series

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The world you live in has had humans and hybrids living side by side for generations now — same schools, same jobs, same grocery stores, same everything.

Basic facts get taught in middle school: dog hybrids are loyal and energetic, cat hybrids are independent and like warm spots, bunny hybrids are gentle, skittish, love soft things and sweet snacks.

That's it. Literally.

No one ever teaches you the specific little details, the weird biological quirks that no one talks about unless you're actually dating or sleeping with one.

Well, that ended up being the the main reason on how you exactly ended up making the worst (best) decision of your life when you filled out your university housing forms.

Because right at the bottom of the page just as you were finishing typing your details, a little pop‑up appeared:

"All human‑only rooms are currently full. Is it okay if we assign you a hybrid roommate? Please note: you will not be able to change rooms once assigned."

You clicked "YES" without even thinking. You have plenty of hybrid people in your life, you're friends with some, you're acquainted with many, it wasn't a problem to you at all.

So, not even a few minutes had passed when you immediately got notified that you were now rooming with a bunny hybrid.

A bunny hybrid?

Well, how bad could that be?

Bunny hybrids were supposed to be soft, quiet, harmless little things. You pictured coming home to someone who’d share carrot sticks with you, nap on the couch, and keep to themselves. You imagined a cute, fluffy roommate that your friends would coo over.

So, when you finally moved in... you absolutely, 100% did not expect to end up sharing a tiny 12x12 dorm room with Megan — a Holland Lop bunny hybrid who was 5'6 and a half of long, delicate limbs, lean figure, soft curves, and the most chaotic, shameless, horny little menace to ever walk the face of the earth.

First impressions were deceiving as hell.

Megan looked like an angel: tall and slender, no bulky muscle anywhere, just long graceful legs, smooth pale skin, and the prettiest face you'd ever seen. She had long, folded, velvety cream‑colored bunny ears that twitched and swiveled constantly like they picked up every sound within a 50‑meter radius, and a massive fluffy white cotton tail that stuck out from the back of her jeans or shorts no matter how hard she tried to tuck it away. Her nose also twitched nonstop, revealing those adorable whisker dimple. She's got big warm brown eyes that were always bright and shiny, and she smiled so sweetly at everyone that people would stop her in the hallway just to gush over how cute and polite she was.

Professors loved her, your friends thought she was the sweetest person alive, the dorm's RAs called her "the perfect tenant."

You knew better.

You learned the truth within the first 24 hours, and it only got worse from there.

Bunny hybrids were supposed to be calm?

Megan zoomed around the room at 7 AM like she'd chugged three energy drinks for breakfast, jumping over the bed, climbing on top of the desk, doing laps around the couch, thumping her feet loud enough that you were constantly getting passive‑aggressive notes slipped under your door from neighbors.

They were supposed to be shy?

She had zero sense of personal space whatsoever, constantly climbing all over you, stealing your hoodies, eating your snacks, and chattering your ear off about literally everything that crossed her mind.

They were supposed to be innocent?

Oh, no.

Fuck, no.

Megan was literally the biggest horndog you'd ever met, and her absolute favorite hobby in the entire world? Dry humping you. Everywhere. All the time. For literally no reason. And if that wasn't bad enough, she quickly figured out exactly how clueless you were about hybrid anatomy — and she started using it to her advantage to trick you into touching her in ways she definitely wasn't supposed to ask for.

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It was mid‑semester, finals season was creeping up, and you'd dragged yourself to the university library at 10 AM with a giant stack of textbooks, determined to get at least some work done for once. You'd explicitly told Megan you were studying, told her to stay back at the dorm, told her you needed four whole hours of quiet and no chaos.

And of-fucking-course, twenty minutes later, you heard the soft patter of socked feet across the carpet.

You didn't even need to turn your head to know who was standing next to you.

You just knew.

You don't know whether it's because of her loud presence or the raging teenage hormones that was coming off of her, either way, you just knew that it was Megan.

And you were right.

Becauze there was, all in her glory, grinning wide and bright, holding a bag of baby carrots and a huge iced coffee, looking like she'd just won the lottery.

"Hi roomie~" Megan whispered way too loud, earning a sharp glare from the librarian at the front desk, which she completely ignored. "Bored without me, right? I knew you'd miss me."

"I told you I needed to study." You hissed, flipping open your notebook and trying to focus, already knowing this was going to be a disaster. "Go sit somewhere else, there's tons of empty tables."

"Nope!" She only chirped, plopping down directly across you, kicking her long legs out under the table so her feet bumped against yours every few seconds.

"This is the best table, right next to you. You're my favorite study buddy."

For the first fifteen minutes, you thought maybe, just maybe, she'd actually behave. She ate her carrots quietly, flipped through a random textbook, twitched her nose at every little sound, and every time you glanced over she was staring at you with big shiny eyes, like you were the most interesting thing in the whole room.

That lasted for a few good minutes until the slow invasion started.

First, she moved next to you, dragging her chair closer, so close your knees were knocking together under the table. You shifted away, she shifted right after you. Then she leaned forward across the table, resting her chin in her hands, staring at you like you were a puzzle she was trying to solve.

When you ignored her and kept writing, she slid her chair even closer, until she was practically pressed up against the side of your chair, her shoulder warm and firm against yours, her fluffy tail swishing slow and happy behind her, thumping soft little taps against the leg of your chair.

"Megan." You whispered, not looking up, face already heating up. "You have your own chair. Back up."

"But yours is comfier." She hummed innocently, tilting her head so her long velvety ear brushed against your cheek, making you jump. "And you're softer than any chair. C'mon, don't be mean."

Before you could argue, she stood up, and you thought for a second she was finally going to go sit somewhere else — until she swung one long leg over your lap, then the other, settling her full weight right on top of your thighs like it was the most normal thing in the world to do in the middle of the quietest room on campus. She was tall and lean, light enough that you could have easily lifted her off you if you wanted to, but she settled heavy and warm, her hips pressed perfectly right over yours, her chest brushing against your shoulder, her arms looping loose and lazy around your neck like she was just giving you a friendly hug.

Fucking hell.

You froze completely, pen hovering over your paper, heart beating so fast you were sure it was going to burst out of your chest. Your face burned so hot you were sure anyone walking by would be able to see how red you were, and you could feel every single inch of her pressed against you — her soft skin, her thick fluffy tail resting heavy against the back of your legs, her long legs bracketing your hips, her core sitting right over yours, separated only by two thin layers of clothing.

"Megan! What are you doing?!" You hissed, grabbing her waist to try and nudge her off, panic rising in your chest. "Get off, people are looking!"

"Let them look." She whispered back, sweet and unbothered, nuzzling her face right into the crook of your neck, breathing slow and deep like she was just relaxing. "I'm just being cozy! Everyone knows bunnies love to cuddle, no one's gonna think anything of it. You're just overreacting as usual."

And then she started moving.

Slow, subtle, deliberate, rolling her hips back and forth right over yours, soft and firm and steady, dragging the thick soft fabric of her shorts against you through your jeans, creating that maddening, perfect friction that made your toes curl and your brain turn to complete mush.

She kept her eyes half-lidded, her face calm and sweet, like she wasn’t basically dry-fucking you right in front of dozens of people, like she couldn't feel you getting hotter and shakier and more desperate by the second, like she didn't notice how tight you were gripping the edge of the table, how your breath was coming short and fast and shaky against her shoulder.

You tried to shift, tried to push her off, tried to make any movement at all, but she just tightened her arms around your neck and locked her ankles loosely behind your back, keeping you exactly where she wanted you, rolling her hips a little harder, a little slower, grinding right against that sensitive spot that made your whole body jolt every time she dragged over it.

This... perverted rabbit.

Megan only hummed a soft happy little sound against your throat, her tail wagging slow and heavy against your legs, thumping soft little taps that matched the rhythm of her hips.

"Relax roomie~" She murmured, turning her head to press a soft, sweet kiss right to the corner of your jaw, like she was just being affectionate. "You're so tense. I'm just helping you loosen up, isn't this nice? I liked this better than sitting in that hard boring chair."

Nice was not the word you would absolutely have used.

It was maddening, it was embarrassing.

It was so hot you felt like you were going to pass out right there.

Every slow drag of her hips against you sent shocks of pleasure shooting up your spine, making your pussy throb and ache, making you painfully aware of how wet you were getting, how easy it would be for her to feel it through all the layers. You were terrified someone would look over and see exactly what she was doing, terrified anyone would notice the way her hips moved, the way she was practically squirming on top of you, the way you were gripping her waist like you were holding on for dear life.

At one point, a group of students walked past your table, laughing and talking quietly, and Megan leaned even closer, pressing her chest flush against yours, grinding harder and slower against you, her nose nuzzling fast and messy against your neck like she was just being cuddly.

"Hi guys!" She called out cheerfully, waving at them over your shoulder like she wasn't making you completely lose your mind right now. "Yeah we're just studying! Isn't it so nice and quiet here? My favorite place to hang out with my favorite person!"

They smiled and waved back, cooing over how cute and sweet she was, how lucky you were to have such an affectionate roommate, and you just sat there red as a tomato, dying of embarrassment, wanting to push her away but also wanting to pull her closer, completely trapped by her chaos and her affection.

Are people here fucking blind?

When they finally walked away, Megan turned her head to grin at you, all smug and pleased, her ears twitching with amusement, her brown eyes dark and bright and knowing.

"See? Everyone loves me. They think I'm an angel. Only you know I'm a menace, huh?" She teased, her voice dropping low and rough and only for you to hear, grinding down harder, making you bite back a moan so hard your jaw ached.

"And I can feel how much you love it too. You're practically grinding back against me right now, baby. You like sitting here with me on your lap, like everyone seeing you're mine, like getting off on this as much as I do, don’t you? Like knowing I can make you fall apart anywhere, anytime, no matter where we are?"

You didn't answer, you couldn't answer, you just grabbed your stuff and practically ran out of the library the second she finally climbed off you, her loud bright laugh following you all the way down the hallway, knowing full well she'd won this round, and she'd be doing it again and again until you finally gave her exactly what she wanted.

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After she got away with the dry-humping this for weeks, she quickly realized just how easy it was to tease you, and she started branching out, coming up with more and more ridiculous excuses to get you to touch her in all the most sensitive places. The next one was even more shameless, and even more effective, because you were completely clueless about hybrid anatomy.

It was a rainy Tuesday evening, you were sitting on the couch eating dinner and watching a movie, when Megan came bouncing into the room, ears drooping all the way down against her head, nose twitching fast and distressed, tail tucked tight between her legs, looking like she was in absolute agony.

She flopped down right next to you, leaning her whole weight against your side, letting out little soft whimpers that sounded so real you immediately put your bowl down, concerned as hell.

"Roomie..." She whined, pressing her face into your shoulder, her long ears dragging over your arm. "I wore my headphones too long during practice today, and my ears hurt so bad… the muscles and the nerves inside get all tight and sore, it's the worst pain ever, I can barely even move them. Can you help me? You're so good at making things feel better!"

You blinked, confused but sympathetic.

You'd never heard of ear muscles getting sore, but then again, you didn't know anything about bunny hybrid biology! "Oh, that sounds terrible. Yeah, sure I'll help! What do you want me to do?"

Megan immediately perked up just a tiny bit, her nose scrunching, her tail twitching like she was excited, but she kept up the perfect act, turning her head so her long velvety ears were resting right in your lap, turning the soft sensitive inner side up towards you. "Just rub them gently! Start at the base, right where they connect to my head, and stroke slow and soft all the way up to the tip. Don't press too hard, they're really tender right now, and be careful with the insides, that's where all the nerves are!"

You nodded, leaning down and gently resting your hands on her ears. They felt incredible — softer than the finest velvet, warm and smooth, covered in such delicate fine fur it felt like touching cloud. You started doing exactly what she said, rubbing slow gentle circles at the base, stroking light and careful all the way up, completely focused on being helpful and gentle, not noticing the way her whole body went rigid the second your fingers touched her.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her legs kicked out a little like she was trying to hold herself back, her tail went from limp to wagging so hard it smacked against the couch cushion over and over again.

Megan let out a shaky, breathy little moan that she quickly turned into a sigh, pressing her head harder into your lap, her whole body going soft and pliant under your touch.

"O‑oh— yeah… right there…" She mumbled, voice all wobbly and high, like she was struggling to speak. "That feels… so much better… you're doing it perfectly, don't stop…"

You didn't notice anything wrong. You just thought you were being a good friend, thought you were helping her with a real injury, thought that was just how it felt to have sore ears massaged. "Really? Good! Is it still hurting? Should I go slower? Or softer?"

"SOFTER! YES!" She yelped way too fast, then cleared her throat and lowered her voice, all sweet and innocent again, her cheeks and the insides of her ears flushed bright pink, glowing even through her fur. "I mean — yeah, softer is better! Bunny ears are super sensitive, way more sensitive than human skin, so light touches feel the best. You're amazing at this, seriously. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You sat there for almost twenty minutes, just rubbing and stroking her ears, completely unaware that for a bunny hybrid, the ears are sensitive — that touching them like that, gentle and slow and careful, was basically the equivalent of stimulation, that every little stroke sent electric shocks of pleasure racing through her whole body, making her soaked and throbbing and desperate, making her want to flip you over and fuck you right there on the couch.

You had no idea that she was biting her lip so hard she was almost drawing blood, that she was clenching her thighs together tight to try and get some friction, that she was holding back loud moans and whimpers the whole time, just so she could keep you touching her like that.

When you finally stopped, pulling your hands away and saying "hope that feels better now!", she let out a shaky, ragged breath, turning to look at you with eyes dark and blown out, pupils so big they almost swallowed up the brown, her face flushed bright red all the way down her neck. She looked like she'd just run a marathon, or just come really hard, and you just thought she was relaxed and tired from the pain.

"It… it feels way better." Megan breathed, voice rough and hoarse, grinning at you all shaky and satisfied. "You really are the best roomie ever. Seriously. I owe you big time."

You were completely clueless, completely unaware that you had basically edged your roommate, that you were driving her absolutely out of her mind with desire, that you were playing right into her little game.

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One weekend, you and Megan invited all your friends over to the dorm for a movie night and snacks. Everyone was crowded into your tiny living room, sitting on the floor, the couch, the bed, eating pizza and candy, laughing and talking while some random comedy played on the TV.

You were sitting cross‑legged on the floor, near the couch, holding a plate of snacks, chatting with your friend, completely relaxed and having a good time — until you felt someone plop down right behind you, long legs bracketing your hips, arms wrapping tight around your waist, and a warm chest pressing flush against your back, a huge, comfy blanket draping over the both of you.

And, viola, you weren't even surprised anymore.

Megan rested her chin on your shoulder, nuzzling her face into the side of your neck, her fluffy tail swishing slow and happy, thumping soft little taps on the carpeted floor as she adjusted the blanket over both of your figures.

"Hi roomie~" She hummed loud enough for everyone to hear, all sweet and affectionate, like she was just being a cuddly friendly roommate. "You're so warm, can I sit here?"

"Megan there’s plenty of space over there on the couch." You said, trying to squirm away a little, already knowing exactly what was coming. "You don't have to sit right on top of me."

"Nope, this spot is mine now." She chirped, tightening her arms around you, and before you could say anything else, she started moving. Slow, steady, deliberate, rolling her hips back and forth right against your ass, pressing her core tight against your lower back, grinding soft and firm through both your clothes, right there in front of all your friends.

You froze completely, eyes going wide, face burning so hot you were sure everyone could see how red you were. You tried to nudge her, tried to push her away, tried to signal her to stop, but she just kept going, acting completely normal, laughing along with the conversation, answering people when they talked to her, smiling that sweet innocent smile, like she wasn't grinding on you right in front of everyone, like she couldn't feel you getting more and more flustered and turned on by the second.

When one of your friends turned to talk to you, Megan leaned even closer, grinding harder and slower against you, her nose twitching fast against your neck, her breath hot and damp against your skin. "Yeah she loves it when I sit like this, right roomie?" she said loud and cheerful, squeezing your waist gently, making you jump a little. "I'm just super clingy, it's a bunny thing! Can't help it when I'm around my favorite person."

Your friends all cooed and aw‑ed, saying how cute you two were, how sweet it was that she was so affectionate, how lucky you were to have such a nice roommate. No one suspected a thing, thinking that it was just harmless cuddling, no one realized how she was fully moving behind that thick blanket, that every slow drag of her hips against you was making your head spin, making your pussy throb and ache, making you have to bite your lip hard to stop yourself from making any sound that would give you away.

No one knew that Megan was grinding on you on purpose, that she was doing it just to tease you, just to make you desperate, just to show everyone that you were hers, even if neither of you had actually admitted it yet.

Halfway through the movie that night, you can't even catch a fucking break.

You felt her hand slip down, resting casually on your thigh, sliding slowly higher and higher until her fingers were brushing right over the front of your sweatpants, pressing light little touches right against your core, right where you were already aching and desperate. You gasped quietly, grabbing her wrist to stop her, and she just laughed soft and quiet against your ear, nipping gently at your lobe, her voice low and rough and only for you to hear.

"Relax, babe." She whispered, grinding harder against you, making you bite back a moan.

"No one's paying attention. Everyone thinks I'm just being cute and cuddly. Only you know what I'm doing, only you know how bad I want you right now… can feel how wet you are through your pants, baby, you're so easy for me. Love knowing I can turn you on just by touching you a little bit, just by being close to you."

You didn't know what to say, even if you do, you couldn't literally say anything, you just sat there for the rest of the night, trapped between your friends and your chaotic, horny bunny roommate, your mind completely blank, your body burning hot and desperate, knowing full well that once everyone left, she was never going to let you get away with this.

And sure enough, the second the door clicked shut behind the last person, Megan finally let go of you, leaving you in the living room to head to her bed with a sweet peck on your cheek and a teasing goodbye as if she hadn't just basically left you wet and burning.

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After that whole fiasco, the next few days soon calmed down, and you could actually take a fucking breather finally. There were no grinding, no dry-humping, no teasing touches.

Thank god, honestly.

Though, that lasted only for a few more days until into the semester, Megan came limping into the room one afternoon, ears drooping low, tail tucked between her legs, putting on the most pathetic little act you'd ever seen. She flopped onto the couch next to you, big dark brown eyes wide and watery, nose twitching like she was in real pain.

Unbeknownst to you, after having her little fix of you massaging her ears innocently a few weeks ago, she figured on why not try out the most sensitive part of her, more sensitive than her ears even, her tail?

"Roomie~" She whined, soft and sweet, leaning her whole weight against your side. "I carried way too many textbooks back from the library, and my tail is so sore… the muscles back there are all tight and achy, it hurts so bad I can barely sit down. Can you help me? You're good at rubbing things!"

You, being the nice, clueless human you were, didn't think twice. She hadn't pull any tricks these past few days, she was actually behaving so, why not?

And you'd seen people rub each other’s sore shoulders or backs a million times, it was just a normal nice thing to do, plus, you already had experience from massaging her ears.

"Oh, yeah sure, no problem. Where does it hurt?"

Megan immediately perked up, ears shooting halfway up, tail twitching just a little like she was excited, but she kept up the act perfectly.

Yeah, she's gonna enjoy this.

She turned around, knelt on the couch, pushed her shorts down just enough to expose the base of her tail — soft, thick white fur covering warm, smooth skin, right above the curve of her ass. "Right here! All along the base, it's all tense and sore. Just rub it nice and slow, okay? Don't press too hard, it's really sensitive."

You nodded, leaning forward and gently resting your hands on the soft fluffy fur. It felt amazing — softer than any blanket or stuffed animal you'd ever touched, warm and smooth under your fingers. You started rubbing slow and gentle, exactly like you would if you were massaging someone's sore back, kneading carefully at the "tight muscles" she was talking about.

The second your hands touched her, Megan froze completely.

Her ears shot straight up in the air, stiff as boards, her dark eyes dilating, and her big fluffy tail went from limp to wagging so hard it smacked against your arm over and over again. She let out a weird high‑pitched little squeak, then immediately covered it up with a fake sigh, leaning back against your hands like it was the most relaxing thing in the world.

"O-oh– yeah… right there…" She mumbled, voice all wobbly and breathy, her whole body going soft and pliant under your touch. "That feels so much better… you're really good at this."

You didn't notice anything wrong. You were too busy thinking you were being a good roommate, feeling proud that you were helping her. "Really? Good! Is it still sore? Should I press harder?"

Megan's tail stiffened at that, squeezing her thighs as she tries to gather her bearings. She was sure that if you went harder, she'll probably gush all over the place.

"NO!" She yelped way too fast, again, then cleared her throat and lowered her voice, all sweet and innocent again. "N-No, soft is better! Bunnies have really soft skin and sensitive muscles, remember? I told you that before. Gentle touches are the best, it helps us relax. Keep doing exactly that, please..."

And, so you did.

You sat there for ten whole minutes, slow, gentle circles pressed right at the soft, fluffy base of her tail, completely unaware that for any bunny hybrid, that spot isn't just some random muscle group — it's one of their most erogenous, hyper‑sensitive zones, every nerve ending wired straight to pleasure, just as sensitive as a clit or the tip of a dick, maybe even more so. Touching it like this didn't feel like a soothing massage to her; it felt like you were deliberately teasing her, edging her so slow and steady it made her head spin, driving her absolutely out of her mind with need she couldn't do a single thing about.

You had no idea that every time your warm, rough fingertips brushed over that exact sweet spot, it sent sharp, electric shocks of pleasure shooting all the way up her spine, pooling hot and heavy low in her belly, making her pussy throb and ache and get so wet her underwear was already sticking uncomfortably to her swollen, aching folds. You didn't notice the way her breath caught every time you pressed just a little deeper, or how her hips would instinctively jerk back a tiny bit, chasing more of that perfect, maddening friction like she couldn't help herself, desperate for even a fraction more of the feeling you had no idea you were giving her.

You thought you were just being a good friend, helping work out a little stiffness from a long day — you had no clue you were touching the one part of her body that made her want to throw all her cute little innocent acts out the window, turn around, and climb right into your lap to grind against you until you both couldn't think straight.

Oh, and Megan?

She ate every single second of it up, absolutely drunk on how sweet and clueless you were, how good your hands felt on the one spot that made her lose all control.

She leaned her full weight back against your legs, letting her head loll back a little against the couch cushion, big brown eyes half‑lidded and glassy, dark with desire she tried so hard to pass off as relaxation. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink, the blush spreading all the way down her slender neck and even creeping up the insides of her long soft ears, turning the pale fur there a deep, warm rose color that gave her away if you'd only been paying attention.

God, she felt like she was in nirvana.

Soft, breathy little whimpers and shaky little hums kept falling from her parted lips, quiet enough that you just wrote them off as happy, relieved sounds, never guessing they were moans, pure and simple, pulled out of her by every little stroke of your fingers.

Every time you rubbed a little slower, or pressed a little firmer, or brushed your thumb right over the most sensitive little patch of skin hidden under all that fluff, she'd let out a tiny, breathless gasp and have to bite hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out too loud, squeezing her thighs tight together to try and get any kind of friction against her throbbing, soaked core that was aching for anything more you'd give her.

Her big fluffy white tail didn't just wag — it shook, thumping hard and fast against the couch cushions and your legs, so rough and constant the whole couch rocked back and forth a little under you, a dead giveaway of just how turned on and desperate she was, if you'd only known what to look for. Megan was dripping, burning, so close to begging you to never stop, so close to just turning around and pulling you down to kiss you until you got the hint, all while you sat there so calm and sweet, completely oblivious to the fact that you were playing her favorite game perfectly without even knowing the rules.

When you finally stopped and pulled your hands away, she let out a shaky little sigh, turning around to grin at you all bright and happy, like she hadn't just been sitting there getting off on your clueless kindness.

"Thank you so much! That helped so much, you're the best roomie ever~"

Megan chirped, bouncing off the couch like she'd never been in pain a day in her life, leaving you sitting there confused but pleased that you'd done something nice.

And that became her new favorite game.

She did it every single chance she got, making up the most ridiculous excuses every time:

"I sat on my tail during lecture and it's all stiff!"

"I tripped and fell on my butt, my tail hurts so bad!"

"It's cold outside and my tail muscles get tight when I'm chilly!"

"I thumped it too much earlier and now it's sore!"

Every. single. freaking. time.

She would keep asking you to rub it, and every single time you agreed, completely oblivious to what you were actually doing.

So, when once, you mentioned it to your friend while you were grabbing lunch, well...

Hell went loose.

"Megan keeps hurting her tail, it's weird. I have to massage it like every other day, I didn't know tails had muscles that get sore that often!" You murmured out, taking a bite out of your food as you started a topic, that unbeknownst to you, would start chaos.

Daniela, who happened to have grown up around hybrids, choked on her soda, staring at you like you'd just said the dumbest thing in the world. "Wait — you stupid bitch! You massage her tail? Girl… do you not know anything? For bunny hybrids, touching their tail is basically foreplay. That's like asking you to rub your clit and calling it a massage! She's tricking you! She's getting off on it!"

Rubbing your clit— what...?

You froze, food halfway to your mouth, eyes going wide. "WHAT?"

"Dead serious!" She cackled, had completely lost interest in her food because she apparently find your misery entertaining. "If you touch a bunny hybrid’s ears gently like that, it's basically the same thing as you jacking them off. They go feral over it. She is absolutely playing you, she's been horny for you this whole time and she's too much of a little tease to just say it! And the dry humping thing? That's literally how bunny hybrids flirt! They rub against things and people they like, it's their version of holding hands or kissing! She's been telling you she likes you this whole time, you were just too clueless to notice!"

Son of a bitch– it makes sense.

"Wait, wait! Hold the fuck on! How do you even know this stuff?!" You sputtered, face flushing red as you try to take control of the situation, pointing your fork at Daniela who was laughing non-stop.

"Um, duh. Sophia's a bunny hybrid too. A Mini Rex to be exact." Daniela murmured, rolling her eyes as if she was stating the obvious. "Gosh, keep up."

"Since when did Sophia became your girlfriend?! The fuck??" You exclaimed out, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Since we fucked." She only retorted simply up as she stuck her tongue at you, standing up to grab herself a drink and to also leave you to contemplate your awareness in life and your feelings for Megan.

Everything clicked all at once the more you think about it.

Every time she'd asked you to rub her tail or ears, every time she'd climbed into your lap or pressed herself against you, every time she'd teased you or acted clingy or got pouty when you gave other people attention — it all made sense now.

You thought she was really just horny, wanting to have some fun and you were her closest target because you're her roommate.

Clearly, you were wrong.

You felt like the biggest idiot in the world, but also, weirdly, your stomach was flipping, your heart was beating faster, and you realized you didn't mind at all. In fact, you'd been wanting it too, this whole time, you'd just been too scared and too clueless to admit it.

You stormed back to the dorm that afternoon, ready to confront her, but of course, as always, Megan was one step ahead.

She was sitting on the couch, eating carrots and watching TV, looking as innocent and sweet as ever, and the second you walked in she jumped up and ran over to you, wrapping her long arms around your waist and grinding slow and deliberate against your thigh right there in the middle of the room, like she knew exactly what you'd just found out and didn't even care.

"Hi roomie~" She hummed, all sweet and cheerful, nuzzling her face into your neck, her tail thumping happy and fast against your leg. "You're home early! Wanna help me with something later? My tail is feeling a little tight again.."

You opened your mouth to call her out, to yell at her for tricking you for weeks, but then you looked at her — tall, lean, pretty, looking up at you with big shiny dark brown eyes, her long soft ears twitching, her tail wiggling against you — and you realized something terrifying:

You didn't even mind.

In fact, you'd started looking forward to it.

You'd started looking for excuses to touch her, started noticing how good she smelled, how soft her fur was, how warm and solid she felt against you when she climbed into your lap. You'd spent months complaining about her being a menace, but the truth was you were just as obsessed with her as she was with you.

And of course, her favorite thing of all was still dry humping you, anywhere and everywhere, no matter who was watching or what you were doing. If you were standing in the tiny kitchenette making coffee at 8 AM? She'd sneak up behind you, wrap her long arms tight around your waist, press her whole tall slender body flush against your back, and grind slow and hard against your ass, resting her chin on your shoulder like she was just giving you a casual friendly hug.

If you were sitting on the couch watching a movie? She'd climb right over the back of it, practically falling on top of you, straddle your hips, and rock her hips back and forth against you steadily, her tail thumping fast and happy against the cushion, her nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck while you tried to act normal.

If you were just standing around talking to friends or classmates in the common room? She'd come bouncing over, push her face right into your shoulder, wrap one arm around your neck, and grind her thigh right between your legs in front of everyone, acting like she was just leaning on you for support. Once she even did it while you were brushing your teeth in the shared bathroom, pressing her front against your back and grinding slow while you spat out toothpaste and stared at her in the mirror, absolutely horrified, while she just winked and twitched her nose at you like she was the funniest person alive.

You tried everything to make her stop, especially in public.

You told her it was weird, it was inappropriate, it was embarrassing, it was driving you absolutely crazy. You tried pushing her away, she'd just come back five minutes later and do it harder. You tried putting pillows or blankets between you, she’d just throw them on the floor and keep grinding like nothing happened. You tried locking your bedroom door to get five minutes of peace, she'd just pick the lock — turns out bunny hybrids were built to squeeze through small spaces and get into places they weren't supposed to be, so a cheap dorm lock was nothing to her. You even tried wearing three layers of baggy clothes to stop the friction, and she just pulled your shirt up or slipped her hand under the waistband of your sweatpants, grinning all smug and pleased with herself like she'd just won some kind of game.

And the worst part? You liked it.

No, fuck it.

You loved it.

You love how she gets so territorial when you're talking to another person, you love how she keeps thinking that she was slick on getting you to try and touch her in not-so-innocent ways, you love how she's not aware that you're just playing along.

That you knew all the time.

That you want her just as much as she does to you.

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The games, the teasings, the pretending finally halted when it all came down to a head one lazy rainy Saturday afternoon where the dorm room had been filled with tension the whole damn day.

The sky was dark and gray, rain was pouring down against the window, and you were lying on your bed curled up under a blanket, scrolling through your phone and half asleep, when you felt the mattress dip next to you.

Before you could even open your eyes fully or sit up, Megan was climbing right over you, straddling your waist, her long legs locking tight around your hips to pin you gently in place.

She was wearing nothing but an oversized gray t‑shirt that fell mid‑thigh and tiny cotton shorts, her big fluffy ears flopping soft and messy around her face, her huge white tail swishing slow and excited behind her, thumping soft and steady against your legs.

Even sitting on top of you, she looked so soft and pretty — tall, slender, delicate, all long limbs and smooth skin and fluffy fur — that if someone walked in right now they'd probably think you were the one harassing her, not the other way around.

But you knew better.

You saw the way her eyes were dark and blown out, bright and hungry and completely focused on you, the way her cheeks and the insides of her long ears were flushed bright pink, the way her tail was twitching fast and messy as she breathed in your scent like she was starving for it.

"Megan, seriously." You groaned, already feeling your face heat up and your pulse pick up speed, knowing exactly what was coming.

You met her gaze, seeing the pure want in it that made your heart thump against your chest and heat flood between your legs.

Should you tell her?

You hesitated before swallowing, not averting your eyes away from her, not even a second as your tone took on a more series note.

"I... know exactly what you've been doing. I know you tricked me into rubbing your tail all those month... your ears... I know that's not a massage, and I know about why you kept dry-humping me... Had known for weeks now."

Megan didn't even look guilty.

She just grinned wide and cheeky, leaning down to press her whole chest flush against yours, her hands resting heavy and warm on your shoulders to keep you exactly where she wanted you. "Oh? You finally figured it out, huh? Took you long enough, dummy. You're so cute when you'e clueless."

"I've been basically screaming fuck me! want me! love me! these past few months and all you ever gave me was a tail job." She snickered, nuzzling against your shoulder.

"You're literally the worst person I have ever met." Blush crept from your face down to your neck at her words and instead of pushing her away, you tangled your hands in the soft fluffy fur at the base of her ears, scratching right there exactly how you knew drove her crazy, just to get some sort of revenge for your dignity.

The second your fingers touched her ears, oh, she was a goner.

Megan let out a loud, shaky moan, her eyes fluttering close, her whole body going limp and pliant on top of you. Her ears flopped completely back against her head, her tail started wagging so hard the whole bed shook, and she ground her hips down hard against yours, right against your core, making you gasp and buck your hips up against hers before you could even stop yourself.

"Fuuck..." She whined, high and desperate, her voice all wobbly and breathy. "Okay, okay, you got me! I'm a tease, I'm a liar, I'm obsessed with you! Happy now? God, that feels so good… please don't stop touching me, I'll do anything..."

"Yeah? You'll do anything?" You murmured softly, voice coming out a breathless whisper as your heart hammered against your chest at everything that's happening.

You swallowed again, running your hands down her long slender back, squeezing her soft waist, your fingers brushing right over the base of her tail just to make her shiver and cry out. "How about you stop teasing me and actually do something about it then? You've been grinding on me and tricking me into touching you for months, I think it's time you made it worth my while, don't you?"

Megan didn't even hesitated for a second.

She just went in for the kill.

She leaned down to kiss you, messy and deep and hungry, all tongue and teeth and heat, her hips never stopping their steady, perfect rhythm against yours. She tasted sweet, like strawberries and vanilla, and she smelled like rain and fresh hay and something uniquely her, making your head spin and your blood burn hot in your veins. She kissed you like she'd been waiting to do it for years, like she wanted to eat you alive, her long limbs wrapping tight around you, pressing every inch of her soft warm body against yours until you couldn't move or breathe or think about anything but her.

"Say less, roomie." She purred against your lips, grinding down harder, making you both moan loud and desperate into each other's mouths.

"I've been wanting to fuck you since the first day we moved in. You have no idea how many nights I laid in bed right over there, touching myself and thinking about you, thinking about how good it would feel to have you touch me everywhere, to have me touch you everywhere. You have no idea how crazy you make me, how wet I get just being near you, just thinking about you."

She didn't waste any time, yanking her t‑shirt over her head and tossing it across the room, then doing the same to your shirt and sweatpants, leaving you both in just your underwear, skin to skin, warm and bare and desperate. You ran your hands all over her body, marveling at how soft and smooth she was, how perfect her long lean limbs felt under your touch, how her skin got even warmer wherever you touched her.

Good heavens.

You touched the base of her tail again, just light and gentle, and she cried out loud and sharp, her whole body arching against yours, her legs wrapping tight around your waist.

"Right there– fuck, right there, that's the spot!" She babbled, breathless and desperate, grinding her pussy hard against your covered core, the friction perfect and burning hot, sending shocks of pleasure shooting up your spine that made your toes curl and your head spin. "That's my favorite spot, you have no idea how good it feels when you touch me there… every time you massaged me before I was so close to cumming right there on your hands, I had to bite my lip so hard I almost drew blood..."

You reached between your bodies, sliding your hand into her underwear, and gasped when you felt how wet she was — soaked, dripping, her pussy hot and swollen and throbbing just from touching her ears and tail, just from grinding against you for a few minutes.

"God, Megan… you're so wet… you really were this desperate for me this whole time, weren't you?"

"Mhm..." She whined, nodding fast and eager, her eyes rolling back when you ran your fingers through her folds, circling her clit slow and firm. "Always… every single day… every time I'm near you I get like this, I can't help it! Bunny instincts remember? We're horny little creatures, and you're the only person I want, the only person that makes me feel like this."

"More, more..." Megan was practically grinding against your hand, seemingly in a dilemma where she can't decide if she's going to push her ass back into your hand that was fondling her tail or if she's going to rub herself more forward against your fingers.

Most delicious problem she had ever had in her life.

"Fuck, I need to feel you more." She halted your movements, pulling off your underwear in one quick motion, then pushed you back against the pillows, climbing between your legs after getting rid of every pesky clothing in the way, her long slender body hovering over yours, her big brown eyes dark and hungry and completely focused on you.

Oh.

You have a feeling you were going to enjoy everything that's going to happen from this point.

Megan ran her hands all over your body, touching every inch of you like she wanted to memorize every curve, every spot that made you gasp or shiver or moan, teasing you just like she always did, even now.

"Look at you." She teased, her voice rough and hot and so cocky that it made your stomach flip. "All wet and desperate just for me, just from me touching you a little bit. You're just as bad as I am, aren't you? You love it when I grind on you, you love it when I trick you into touching me, you're just as needy as me, if not , even more, you know?"

"Shut up and fuck me, Megan." You groaned, pulling her down closer, tangling your hands in her soft hair, scratching right behind her ears just to make her melt. "Or I'll make you beg for it."

She laughed loud and bright, grinding her pussy right against yours, sliding through your wet folds perfectly, the friction burning hot and perfect, making you both cry out and cling tight to each other. "Ooh, scary~ I'd like to see you try. But fine, since you asked so nicely."

She lined herself up, slotting her legs between yours, then pushed against you in a slow and thorough grind, making you throw your head back and moan loudly, your nails digging into her back hard enough to leave marks. She felt amazing — warm, soft, slick, moving with a perfect steady rhythm, every grind hitting exactly the right spot, as you forgot every thought in your head except her name.

Her long limbs wrapped tight around you, her body pressing heavy and warm against yours, her ears twitching and swiveling every time you made a sound, her tail wagging fast and frantic behind her, thumping hard as it twitched erratically.

She used every single one of her bunny traits to make this feel as good as possible, driving you absolutely crazy. She was faster and more agile than any human, her stamina endless, able to keep moving hard and fast for what felt like hours without getting tired. She was way more sensitive too — every time you touched her ears or her tail, she cried out loud and sharp, her cunt getting more slick and wet against you, her hips snapping faster and harder against yours, her whole body trembling with pleasure.

She made the sweetest, dirtiest sounds you'd ever heard — soft whimpers, loud moans, breathy little whines, your name falling from her lips over and over like a prayer, mixed with teasing little comments that made it even hotter.

"Feel good, roomie?" Megan purred, leaning down to kiss and bite at your neck and shoulders, marking you up bright and dark so everyone would know you were hers.

"You feel so good against me, so tight and warm and perfect… I could fuck you all day every day and never get tired. You're made for me, aren't you? Made just for my little bunny instincts."

"God, yes..." You sobbed, clinging tight to her, meeting every grind with a sharp buck of your own hips, chasing that perfect burning pleasure that was building fast and deep in your stomach. "You feel so good, Megan. So perfect, I love it... fuck, I'm close.."

You bit your lower lip, eyes closing as you clung against her, hips wildly bucking against each other while your hand squeezed her tail, eliciting a loud whimper to slip out of her mouth.

"Me too, baby, me too.." She moaned, speeding up, her hips snapping fast and hard against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the quiet room, mixed with your loud desperate moans and the scent of sex. "Cum for me, baby, cum all over me, I wanna feel you fall apart for me…"

Megan leaned down and bit down soft and hard right over your pulse point, sending a shock of pleasure shooting through your whole body that pushed you right over the edge. You cried out her name loud and long, your whole body shaking and trembling, cumming hard and messy around her, your vision going white for a second as pleasure crashed over you in wave after wave.

Megan followed right behind you, crying out loud and high, her ears pinning flat back against her head, her tail going stiff and trembling hard. Her pussy grounded down against you as she came, her whole body going limp and pliant on top of you, her hips stuttering slow and gentle against yours to ride you both through the aftershocks.

Both of your thighs were a mess, your mixed release and slick glistening against your skin, hips grinding lazily to ride out your orgasms.

She collapsed on top of you, breathing hard and heavy, her face buried in the crook of your neck, her long limbs still wrapped tight around you, her tail twitching soft and happy. You ran your hands through her soft hair, scratching gently behind her ears just like you always did, and she hummed happily, nuzzling closer to you, pressing soft lazy kisses all over your neck and jaw.

"Told you so.." Megan mumbled against your skin, voice all sleepy and satisfied, grinning cheekily against you. "Best roommate ever, right? Worth all the trouble, huh?"

You laughed breathlessly, rolling your eyes but pulling her even closer, kissing the top of her head, completely and totally happy. "You're practically a perverted old man trapped in a hot woman's body."

"The fuck?" Megan huffed, lifting her head to look at you. "Don't compare me to an old man after I just literally scissored the fuck out of you."

You only chuckled tiredly, pressing a soft chaste kiss on her lips because you can't even argue back at this point, too blissed out to banter. "Yeah, yeah.."

Megan only let out a convinced hum against your mouth, lips lazily glinding against yours before she pulled back a bit, resting her forehead against yours. "Psh, you like it when I'm perverted, don't lie. You'd be so bored and lonely without me. You love my chaos, you love my humping, you love my sore tail massages. You love me."

"Shut up." You only grunted softly, your heart responding for you as it thumped inside your ribcage, beating wildly for the horny rabbit hybrid on top of you.

"Alright, cool then."

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"I'm gonna cry..."

"Fine, I love you."

"I love you too~"

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kissedghoul

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