I didnât believe in curses. Curses, magic, religion⊠All of that was stuff stupid people used to trick themselves into believing the universe wasnât truly random and that their lives had meaning. So when I had a vivid dream about a fairy called the Fuckbunny, a sexy, curvy woman with lame bunny ears on her head, who told me that I was cursed to get dumber the hornier I got, I knew it was just a regular old dream anybody could have had.
Thatâs why, when I saw Him in the school library, I got scared.
Tall, short black hair, and tanned, his only flaw was his perhaps too-large nose, and even that fit his gaunt, sharp facial features. When his dark green eyes met mine, I immediately felt my heart jump a little. And when it did, I felt the thoughts I had about the essay evacuate themselves out of my head. Flustered, I tried focusing on what I was researching, but my thoughts just couldnât collect themselves. âWas this curse real?â I found myself asking briefly. The thought that maybe, perhaps, I had been visited by an actual fairy whoâd cursed me to turn me into a fuckbunny like herself, was so⊠SoâŠ
(stupid, irrational, idiotic, inane, impossibleâŠ) Hot.
It was so hot. Fuck, could the curse be real? No, only brainless idiots believed in that garbage. Still, I could tell I wasnât getting anywhere with my essay, and the guy was very attractive, so why not go talk to him? I gathered my things and went looking for him.
After a couple of minutes, I found him in the 130 section of the library. I felt my heart do a little dance again. God he was so fucking gorgeous. I walked up next to him.
âUm, excuse me, I saw you earlier and IâŠâ My words stuck in my mouth as he turned his head and looked down towards me. He stood at least a foot taller than I did, his figure impressive and imposing. I could see a reflection of myself in his eyes, my long blonde hair sticking to my face due to a thin layer of sweat forming from my arousal.
âSorry, do you need to get by?â
I tried to compose myself. âUm, I uh⊠Iâm too short to reach the top shelf. Could you grab me a book up there please?â I lied miserably.
âSure. Uh, which book?â
Fuck. I hadnât even given him a title. âUh⊠UhâŠâ Why wouldnât my thoughts come? âUh⊠Never mind. What are you doing here in the library?
He cocked his head sideways at the stupid question. Why was I acting like such a brainless slut? Was I really this horny over a guy? The wetness I could feel in my panties was a clear yes, but I tried to ignore it. My head felt full of useless fluff. Blushing and looking down, I pushed all thoughts that didnât have to do with this conversation here and now out of my head.
He continued looking at me, clearly confused, and then said âIâm here to check out a book.â
âOh, really? What book?â
âOh, just some stuff Iâve been meaning to read. Itâs actually not in this aisle, I came down here on a whim.â
âOh, thatâs really cool.â Why was it so hard to speak to him? God I was so horny. This guy was so hot. âUm, whatâs your name?â
âOh, thatâs a cute name. I really like it.â
I blushed even harder. âThanks. My mom gave it to me.â Holy shit I was so lame.
Mason just laughed though. âThatâs funny. Youâre really cute.â
Oh my god, did he just say I was cute? âThanks! Youâre pretty handsome yourself, mister.â
Finally, this conversation was going somewhere. We talked a bit about various things. Each time heâd ask me about myself, though, I found that all my hobbies like reading, playing video games, and studying about nature were like, super lame and boring. So I let myself forget about nerdy stuff like that and lied about how much I loved doing my nails, doing my makeup, and reading fashion magazines.
The conversation eventually got more sexual. I started talking about how hot I thought he was. I told him about my bra size. I told him about my tits. I told him I wanted to see what he looked like without a shirt off.
âIâm wearing my sexy red lace panties right now. Iâd love to show you,â I said seductively. Mason smiled a bit and stepped closer.
âYou know, youâre way more forward than I thought youâd be. I like that.â Ohmigod, did he say he liked me?
âYeah? I bet youâd also like to slide these soaking wet panties off me, wouldnât you?â
âHm⊠Let me thinkâŠâ My face fell. Did he not want to fuck me? âHaha! Just kidding! I think Iâd like that a lot, Iris.â Mason leaned in close and whispered, âwhen and where, baby?â
My breath was coming in heavy. My heart was pounding. âHow about tonight, you stud? You can fuck me silly at my place.â
After we agreed on a time, I went home and masturbated furiously, unable to bring myself to orgasm. Fuck, why had I done that? Why was I acting like such a skank? Why did it turn me on so much? Memories of the dream started to come back to me, and I realized it may have been true after all. The realization that I was actually getting dumber the hornier I got made me even hornier, and soon I was humping my pillow like a bitch in heat.
After Mason arrived, my arousal only grew. Kissing on my couch, we slowly undressed each other. When his hard, delicious cock was out, I immediately dropped to my knees and started blowing him. I bobbed up and down, gagging on his cock as he held my head and stroked my hair. I could definitely feel the affects of the curse now. I felt my memories dim, my brain turn to mush and leak out my pussy, and my intelligence fade away as Mason blew a bug hot sticky yummy load in my slutty mouth. I opened wide to show him my prize, and swallowed, then licked his cock clean. Once he was hard again, I got on my hands and knees. My tongue was sticking out of my mouth as he railed my pussy harder and harder, drool pooling on the floor of my living room as I got dumber and dumber.
âWow⊠Curses really are realâŠâ Was the last coherent thought that formed in my head as we came in unison, sealing my fate as a brainless fuckbunny for good.
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