Bunny Hybrid Baker met you at his office job. Stuck in a dull grey cubical all day. You were the only thing in that place that offered a bit of color. He first noticed you, a bit ironically, at the water cooler. The way the colors off your outfit reflected against the water made him imagine creating a sparkling cake frosting that could mimic it.
The two of you got to talking about your outfit and you lit up as you went on and on. Something heavy in his chest that’s grown ever since he started worked here began to lift. That conversation flowed and quickly bled into the lunch break. You found yourself sitting down together for the meal just so you could continue talking.
Bunny Hybrid Baker once would’ve said, if asked, that the only closest thing he had to a soulmate was baking. At this time of his life it was a bit of a neglected soulmate. But his nonetheless. Ever since meeting you he’s found his answer changing more and more as you two hang out.
If it wasn’t painfully obvious, he’s a bit inexperienced when it comes to most matters of the heart. No matter how many movies he’s watched or articles he’s read, whenever he’s tried to practice in the mirror it simply comes out… wrong. Awkward. None of it came off as romantic or worthy of someone as amazing and bright as you.
You deserved so much more.
Bunny Hybrid Baker sets up lights and candles all across his backyard. It was kind of a weird thing to try but it felt right anyway. He invited you over and the two of you got takeout because as much as he bakes he’s a hopeless cook. But then… written on your favorite desert of his own making were the words, ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’
Your eyes glimmer with unshed tears of happiness as you drag him into your arms. He absolutely melts into you, beyond smitten. “This is the cutest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Of course I wanna be your girlfriend,” your murmur, already pulling him in for a heated kiss.
One thing leads to another as you both stumble throughout his house. He’d give you more of a tour but the only room he can locate right now is his own. His hands trace your plump form with a reverence, worshipping every inch that you allow him to touch. As he slips a hand beneath the seam of your panties he slows down till your hips buck toward him in a silent invitation.
You moan wantonly as his fingers delve through your folds, gathering your slick and exploring the heat of your tight cunt. Everything he does sets you off, the curious needy touches have you cooing against his lips and writhing for more. You’d maybe be more shy about it if it wasn’t for him messily grinding his rock hard cock against your thigh, both of you too swept up in your desire to care about something as dumb as nonchalance.
Bunny Hybrid Baker yelps as you both finally fall onto the mattress. He stares up at you like you’re some kind of angel that he’s waited for his whole life. His cheeks flush as he admits something to you. Something he wasn’t sure when to bring up but he hadn’t expected all this to happen. “I-I’ve, uh, never done this before.”
Your eyes widen and he’s quick to explain himself, fumbling over his words like an adorable nervous wreck. “There’s been others! There totally has. We’ve y-y’know just never gotten this far,” he reveals, almost too nervous to wait for your reaction.
Noting the way you can see his face twist and you can feel his tense body under your own. As you look down at him your face softens, falling into his gaze. Slowly your hips begin to k against his firm bulge and he whimpers, reacting to you immediately. How sweet. “Then we better make this really special,” you say through a breathy moan.
That night he’s positive that he experiences what can only be described as the best sex in history. You ride his cock with all the confidence in the world, only moving at a slow blissful pace as your hands intertwine with his. Your silken walls flutter and shake around his girth, sucking him in impossibly deeper with every thrust. He watches you closely, not wanting to miss a single detail.
Then he takes you by surprise as he rolls you both over and starts picking up pace, setting a deep hard rhythm that makes the bed bang against the wall and your throat to go raw from all the screaming. Fucking into you for hours on end without tiring like the best of the bunny hybrids.
Still not fully knowing what he’s doing he lets his instincts take over as he the into you, splitting you apart on his cock till you’re a babbling pile of mush and combined juices. When he can’t hold back anymore and you both finish coming he still can’t stop as he attacks your perfect fat pussy, lapping yo your release and suffocating himself in your sweet core.
Swirling his tongue in a dizzying pattern that you didn’t even know was possible until you gave him another load of your cum. While you’re past wrecked and into fully destroyed, he seems more than content and relaxed as he gathers you in his arms. He burrows into your neck and falls into a deep sleep by your side.
Bunny Hybrid Baker wakes you up with a kiss on your lips and the clatter of trays. A low groan leaves you, the last remnants of sleep fading away. There’s a whole breakfast before you filled with fresh pastries when you open your eyes. “Breakfast in bed,” he explains shyly.
It’s impossible not to chuckle at his cuteness before leaning in to peck as his lips in thanks. You sit up and start digging in. Explosive flavors hit your tongue as you try everything on the trays. Each one better than the last one. Meanwhile he’s barely eating, too busy watching your expressions.
“You made all this? Baby, you’re so talented! Why have you never done anything with this?” You ask, making him grow even more flustered than he already is. He gives you a little shrug. “I wanted to… I just-just got too busy with work to ever do anything. Something always keeping me from opening that bakery.”
A small laugh leaves him in order to lighten the mood and he scoops up a dollop of whip cream as he pushes you to lay on your back.
He decorates your body with sweets like he would one of his cakes. Sucking off whip cream from your sensitive nipples, licking chocolate down the ring curve of your belly, and slurping up homemade jelly off your pussy lips before diving back into the honeypot.
Relishing in your giggles as you squirm beneath him. And hopefully your mind is now distracted from thoughts on his dream that never was. He slips back inside you with a low whine, his foot thumping against the bed in pleasure. Intent on his new dream of making you cum so many times you end up passing out.
Bunny Hybrid Baker thought that would be the end of it. What he didn’t expect was for you to encourage him, support him, and push him when needed to achieve his dreams. It’s all thanks to you that within three years he’s standing in a bakery that he owns. With a name on the building that’s a clever play on his nickname for you. ‘Honeybees Bakery.’
Only a few years ago he was sad and drowning in a world void of color. Then you came in shining brightly and now every day is filled with more colors than he ever could’ve imagined.
“How’re those sweets comin’?” You ask as you slide into the kitchen. He quickly snaps a ring box he’s held onto for months shut and stuffs it in his pocket. “I, um, decided to make something else instead.”
You wrap your arms around him, hugging him from behind to see what new genius treat he’s made and your eyes light up when you see what it is. “Ooo, my favorites!” You chirp and swipe one before heading back out there to help customers.
“I know they are,” he murmurs to himself fondly as he stands in the building of one dream come true.
