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I am still impressed you beat me though.” \n\n“You know I was asleep right?” \n\nRosey asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. \n\n“Yuppers, that is why it's called a sleepover! I really like watching you sleep! You made the most funny faces I have ever seen!”\n\n“Nothing strange, just a sleepover?”\n\n“Yups. I figured it would not be a complete sleepover until I also went to sleep but I could not play games while sleeping so I had to do them beforehand! It was the best sleepover ever!” \n\nRosey hummed to herself in understanding. Gripping onto the side of the bed she slowly pulled herself up onto her shaky legs and rocked back and forth to loosen up her hips. Turning away from Parsnips she then dropped her panties, turned them around so that they were no longer backwards, and put them back on. Glancing back at Parsnips for a few moments more she eventually shook her head.\n\n“Cupcakes. Sound’s like you had a lot of fun.”\n\nRosey said as she cracked her neck in one direction and another. \n\n“You can make a bed right, put the dirty stuff in the laundry and get new ones?”\n\n“Yuuuup.”\n\n“Then do that.”\n\nRosey replied as she wobbled over to the bathroom and slipped inside for an extra long cold shower. \n\nParsnips rolled out of the bed and grabbed his folded up clothes off the floor. A minute later and the sugar fueled rabbit was ready to start his day. The first thing he did was get out a little notebook that he kept in a secret little pocket. Flipping it over he went through the many pages. Each one was a day, each with a list. When he finally got to a new page he took the tiny pencil attached to the notebook and began to write, “make the bed” as his first quest. \n\nRosey meanwhile was enjoying the cold torrent of water washing over her fur. It helped with the sweat instantly but as she grabbed the shampoo she realized that it was completely empty. Already having an idea of where it went, Rosey gave the fur on her arm a sniff and found the same scent clinging to herself. Putting the bottle back she instead got a washcloth to give herself a once over. \n\n“At least he follows the rules now.”\n\nNow a bit more fresh Rosey threw open her bedroom curtains and the windows, and stood enjoying a nice breeze made even more brisk due to her wet fur. One long breath of air later and she felt ready to start the day. First thing was clothes. Not wanting to mess with her style too much she picked out a much lighter sweater that had practically the same design. To go along with it she slipped on two very long socks. \n\nGiving herself a look over in the mirror Rosey could only hum to herself in thought. Her plans for today were out of the norm and she wanted to make sure they worked out in the end. Although, the more she thought about it the more she realized that even minimum effort would work.\n\n“How can he be so easy and hard to deal with at the same time.” \n\nRosey thought to herself as she looked over herself again and again.\n\nDeciding her fashion sense was good enough she kept her eyes open for any mess that Parsnips might have left during his, or rather their, sleepover and headed downstairs to see if the washing machine was on fire. Surprisingly it seemed to be running fine although at closer inspection the snowstorm of soap suds going on inside did tell her that he may have used way too much detergent. Close enough. With how low Rosey’s standards were even a half victory seemed like a grand feat. \n\nAs Rosey entered the kitchen she found Parsnips already working away at making some breakfast. The eggs and hashbrowns were far from what she would call his normal cooking style but at the same time she was too hungry to care. Sitting herself down she found juice already on the table as well. \n\n“Ok, ok, I don’t trust it. What are you planning?”\n\n“For which day?” \n\nParsnips happily replied causing Rosey to roll her eyes at him.\n\n“Today, you are being way too… agreeable.”\n\n“Hmm I don’t know what agre-bubble means, I am just doing what a daddy bunner does.” \n\nParsnips explained as he grabbed several spices and some other ingredients from the fridge. \n\n“More parental advice I take it, go on, explain what a ‘daddy bunner does’ to me?”\n\nRosey asked as she took a long drink of her ice cold juice. A part of her already enjoying the fact she did not have a headache for once. Although her hips were still stiff. \n\n“Daddy bunner always used to make breakfast, it was one of the things daddy bunners do, so I am doing the same now I found my mommy bunner.”\n\n“Right.”\n\nRosey replied and as she leaned back in her chair something clicked in her mind. \n\n“Wait, wait, hold up a second. Is that why you have been doing stuff for me so normally, hell even listening to me?”\n\n“Daddy bunners should always make mommy happy and mommy bunners should always make daddy happy. They each do what they do the best! Although I have not been the best daddy bunner so far.”\n\n“And what makes you say that?”\n\nRosey asked while trying, and completely failing, to not sound sarcastic. \n\n“You have not been very happy.” \n\nParsnips replied as he placed down the breakfast on the table. It was some kind of ham and cheese mixture sandwiched between two hash browns with even more cheese on top. Everything looked perfectly seasoned and as rich as any restaurant could make.\n\n“So I will keep trying harder!” \n\n“Parsnips...” \n\nRosey sank into her chair. Staring down at the sandwich of sorts she tried not to blush or cry but it had been a long time since she had felt something so real. Not wanting to make a scene she focused on the food more and only then did she realize, that was not a normal sandwich. It was a perfectly cooked and delightfully accurate Croque-Monsieur. Rosey could only stare at it. It was one of the many things she had always wanted to try when she moved to Paris. If she moved to Paris. \n\n“Daddy used to make this on special days but I don’t think we have anything to celebrate.” \n\n“Well, I can think of something, but you gotta take a shower first.” \n\nRosey muttered as she cut into the steaming hot sandwich. \n\n“Kay!” \n\nParsnips cutely called out before taking up his notebook, scribbling something down, and promptly leaving with a wave. Rosey could tell he had no idea what she meant by it. In fact with everything she now understood about him she was sure that he was only hearing the words without any of the context and tone behind them. \n\nThe breakfast at hand did not last long around Rosey’s hunger. With the dishes gently tossed into the sink for her to ignore, Rosey poured herself a glass of wine and shuffled over to the living room. Taking a sip she looked over the painting rack and pulled a few out. It had been a long time since she had last put oil to canvas, so long that she could barely even remember why she painted these ones in the first place. There were a few of the countryside sure and a couple self portraits, of various parts of her. Pulling out the stack she divided them between ones that could possibly be sold and the ones a bit too private to let prying eyes see them. Throwing the common ones onto the coffee table she took a few private pictures and dumped them on the increasingly tall pile she kept in the closet. \n\nWith another sip of wine Rosey sat herself down on the floor next to the sofa. She looked at the TV for a second and then across to the cabinet on the wall. Rubbing her hands together she looked over them both front and back before letting out a small sigh. Leaning onto the nearby table she tapped her fingers and turned her gaze to the doorway just as Parsnips appeared. While he looked the same, wearing the same outfit and all, the few rough patches of fur around his ears did prove that he had just finished drying off.\n\n“Did you use soap?” \n\n“Uh huh and something that smelled like strawberries but it did not taste like strawberries!” \n\n“Well that would explain why your breath smelled like lavender the other day.” \n\nRosey said as she tried to adjust her sitting position to something she had seen on tv once before. The flirty sort of sitting pose that had legs tucked in and head tilted. Seeing Parsnips obliviously bounce around the room though Rosey let out a huff and instead just sat up in a more comfortable pose. 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You have been a really nice, ehm, ‘daddy’ bunner or at the very least you have been trying to be… And I feel that I have not been quite as nice in return.”\n\nRosey said as she stumbled over her words. Taking her other hand she cupped his cheek gently. Rubbing his lips with her thumb she watched as he smiled playfully, not fully understanding the motion but finding it amusing all the same.\n\nMoving in for a kiss Rosey took her time to enjoy the sensation. His breath was surprisingly hot and smelled like sweet strawberries, but tasted vaguely of soap. Pulling away from him she took her glass of wine off the table and offered it to him.\n\n“Take some sips of this.” \n\n“Kay.”\n\nTaking the glass from her Parsnips took a slow sip before sticking his tongue out at the taste. Rosey nodded at him to continue and without any hesitation he did. After he had taken several more sips she took the glass and downed the rest herself. Placing the empty glass onto the table she turned her gaze to Parsnips once more. \n\nWith the pleasing taste of fruit and alcohol on his lips Rosey could finally relax a little and enjoy her time with him. There were many things about him that she had not realized in her weeks of being drunk. While his body and lips were surprisingly soft it was the heat behind them that really amazed Rosey. His breath and fur felt like a hot summer day under her touch. Comforting in many ways and relaxing in several others. \n\nPushing him down onto the floor she continued to explore his mouth as her hands ran along his large ears. Sticking her tongue deeper into him she found a sweetness under the fruit and wine that was not surprising in the least, but welcoming all the same. He did not do much to return the affections, his own tongue doing little other than reacting to her own, but even that gave him a cute feel that she quite liked. For a moment, as she sat on his legs and kissed him hot and heavy, it was easy to forget he was even a boy. \n\n“Nice to find someone around here who likes the french way of spending time together.”\n\nRosey muttered as she broke away from Parsnips to catch her breath and wipe her face. \n\n“The french sound like very fun things.”\n\n“They are a people, and fabulous people at that. A rich and romantic culture that has the best in fashion, fine cuisine, and art. Everything they do is refined and classy and expressive. Mmm and they really know a lot about passion.”\n\nRosey mused with a faint smile as her hands ran down her long ears playfully. Turning her gaze to Parsnips again she looked him up and down before biting her lip.\n\n“Let me show you what I mean.” \n\nPlacing her hand onto his chest Rosey pushed him back against the sofa. Sliding her fingers down his chest she ran them along his legs before going back up and under his skirt. After pushing it to the side she slowly undid the button holding his pants together. Looking up to his eyes she pulled his zipper down just as slowly. \n\nParsnip's erection fell out of his pants and straight onto her hand. The sudden weight on her arm was enough to make Rosey break her loving eye contact with Parsnips. As she stared at his dick her eyes went wide. It was huge. Not even both her hands together could cover it all, and it was still growing bigger too. By instinct alone Rosey moved in and grasped the base of it. The pink skin feeling hot and squishy to the touch. \n\n“It’s bigger than the boy’s online…”\n\nRosey muttered as she watched it grow and harden between her fingers. Enamored by the sleek shape and strange feeling it gave her. Rosey leaned in close and sniffed it. \n\n“Smells… funny…”\n\nRosey whispered as her tail flicked and a heavy drop of dew ran down her leg. Placing her nose onto it Rosey let out a coo and began to rub her face up and down his dick affectionately. It felt so nice to touch and smell it. Just as her eyes closed however, they snapped back open. Pulling her head back she shook it a few times for good measure. \n\n“I can not believe this is what I have been missing out on.”\n\nRosey said as she slid her hand up and down his impressive length. It was not as hard as stone but not as soft as jelly either. In a lot of ways it was kind of both, flexible enough to adjust easily but rigid enough not to lose its shape. As she continued to explore a bead of clear liquid welled up and ran down the underside of his erection. Catching it with her hands Rosey smeared it all along his length until the top half of it was slick and smooth. \n\n“Stay nice and still for me, ok?”\n\n“Kay.”\n\nAfter nodding to herself a few times Rosey changed her way of sitting so she could easily get her head down lower to the ground. Now comfortable, she put her hands back onto the base of his dick and leaned it over closer to her. Staring at it straight on made it seem even bigger. Like a long stretch of pink road in the middle of an ever pinker desert, stretching on and on towards a fuzzy pink horizon. Licking her lips she pursed them and planted a kiss on the tip before parting them and letting it slide over her tongue. Rosey stopped as the taste caught her off guard. It tasted sweet, nothing like the warm and funny smell, and hard to describe in many ways. Just the slightest bit of sweetness. Pushing a bit further Rosey let herself drool around him before pulling her head back and wetting her hands with the drool running down him. With them taking care of the bottom half she would only have to focus on the top half, or so they say online. \n\nA slow suckling, a gentle grind over the tongue, this is how Rosey gave her thanks to Parsnips for at least trying to improve. Everytime she glanced at him however his expression never changed. It was always the same soft smile and innocent eyes. No blush, no sweat, no struggle. She tried sucking harder, moving her head back and forth as her hands gripped him a little tighter. But that soft expression of his still never changed at all. Closing her eyes instead she continued to work at him but as the sweat poured from her brow and her shoulders ached she doubted if this was doing anything for him at all. \n\n“Mom always said to never lick the spoon but I always found it too tempting to pass up.” \n\nParsnips suddenly said, causing Rosey to open her eyes and glance up at him. \n\n“I think the spoon is clean enough to bake with, can we start soon?”\n\n He asked, causing her to blush even more and squint at him. Annoyed and light headed she threw her head forward, gagging heavily as he smashed into the back of her throat. His legs kicked a little and for the first time, his expression changed. Rosey inhaled through her nose and repeated the motion again and again until she was drooling heavily onto the carpet. \n\n“Oh, oh! I get it, you're new to being a mommy like I was new to being a daddy. Let me help!”\n\nParsnips said as he placed his hands onto her head. Rosey let out a muffled something or other but it was too late as he slammed her down onto his dick. Gagging, Rosey attempted to pull away but as soon as she got even an inch of room Parsnips would push her back down again. Over and over and over this repeated until tears streamed down her eyes and her head felt dizzy from the lack of fresh air. But even so Rosey was not mad. She could hear him breathing heavily now, and feel his dick twitching in her mouth every so often. Even his smell was stronger. Just knowing that she was pleasing him made her feel hot, and every time he pushed her down there was a twitch inside of her that she had never felt before. She wanted more of it. Instead of simply laying there and letting him control the rhythm she went on the attack and began to copy it. When Parsnips pushed down and made her take an inch into her throat she swallowed to make it easier on herself, and when she could pull away she took the chance to steal some air with her nose. Between it all her tongue tried it’s best to lick him although it lacked any technique or grace. It was such a rough and degrading way of having sex, but Rosey had never been more aroused. \n\nEverything she did correctly made Parsnips give out some small reaction or hint, and following those clues made her feel powerful. For the first time in so many weeks she was not some drunken toy thrown onto the nearest table but rather a partner that can learn and improve and make his little legs shake. Rosey loved it and only wanted to have more of it.\n\nSo lost in the mood and her thoughts Rosey had not noticed the fact that Parsnips had started to giggle. His grasp was tight and his pushing consistently needy but behind it all he could not stop himself from laughing. Louder and louder he got until finally Rosey took notice of his giggling fits. Confused and the slightest bit worried Rosey cocked an eyebrow just as the erection smacking her in the throat twitched, swelled, and fired out a thick stream of cum into her mouth. She swallowed by reflex but Parsnips did not slow or stop and being out of rhythm made her start gagging again. Letting go off his dick she placed her hands on the floor in an attempt to hold her head still but Parsnips only began to thrust his hips up and push her head down all the harder. With no other choice Rosey clenched her eyes closed and simply let him sloppily fuck her face as cum and spit mixed together and poured from her lips. \n\nWith one last push he finally stopped moving and Rosey took the chance to swallow as much as she could before pulling away from him. Parsnips caught his breath in hot pants as he melted into the sofa cushions. Rosey meanwhile sat panting and coughing as if she had just ran a race around the entire countryside. \n\n“That was some good baking. Really, something, something, hm is that what they call passion?”\n\n“Yeah, that’s a pretty good example of it.”\n\nRosey said as she wiped some of the cum off her face and licked her fingers clean. Only to blush as she realized that she really liked how it tasted, even the texture was something exotic. Like escargot. \n\nParsnip's dreamy expression did not last long as his eyes suddenly went wide and he hopped back onto his feet. Rosey tried to shake the numbness from her legs and stand up too but only wobbled and fell backwards onto her tail. Her stomach lurched from the fall and after getting a taste of things for the second time, Rosey swallowed it back down. Letting out a huff she gave up and laid back onto the carpet. \n\nParsnips meanwhile had quickly pulled up his pants and dashed off to the kitchen to get a bucket of warm water, a wet cloth, and a fluffy towel. He returned quietly and left Rosey to lay on the floor as he began to clean the mixture of fluids from the floor. It did not take much at all and the bucket of water so no doubt overkill but at least Rosey knew why the house had been looking so tidy. With the furniture and floor both spotless he turned his eyes to Rosey. Straight away he noticed that her ‘honeypot’ was all sticky and messy. Lifting up the wet cloth he used on the sofa he stared at it in thought before tossing it into the bucket and getting down on his knees. \n\nRosey had just finished licking her lips clean when she felt the edge of her sweater move. Lazely pulling herself up onto her arms she found Parsnips practically laying on the floor in front of her. Cocking an eyebrow at him Parsnips took no notice as he ran his tongue straight across her privates. Smirking to herself she lay down a fallen cushion and grabbed one of his fuzzy ears tightly. \n\n“Good boy, show me how much passion you have.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "What a beautiful morning down in Daffodil Lane. The sun was hot and welcoming. The golden wheat fields swayed and danced in the wind, as they did all year round. The skies and trees were all devoid of any birds, thus giving peace and quiet from those annoying songs and calls. A perfect morning as any as Rosey slowly woke up from her long and dreamless sleep.

Rosey yawned and rolled over onto her back. The bed was so comfortable but the blankets were too heavy for the summer and it left her fur wet with sweat, still, it was also exceptionally comfortable like a big fluffy nest. Able to tolerate the heat for now she rolled over to get a bit more sleep, her arms grabbing a large soft toy in her drowsy state of mind. Not quite realizing that she did not sleep with any plush toys.

“Morning.”

Rosey’s eyes snapped open instantly and she found herself face to face with her small pink boyfriend. Letting out a yelp of surprise she let go and pushed away from him so quickly that she fell out her bed.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

Rosey shouted as she pulled her face from the carpet.

“Having a sleepover!”

“A what?”

“A sleepover! I read that is where two friends stay over all night and play games.”

Rosey took a second to wake up. Looking around the tidy room and over the clean, if moist, bed she did not find anything out of place. Locking eyes with Parsnips she squinted at him. It was not like him to be so clean and tidy with things.

“What did you do last night?”

“Lots of stuff! We watched tons of movies together and took turns drawing each other which was really fun although you are much better at crayons than I am. We even made some cupcakes, and stuff, and played charades for hours! I am still impressed you beat me though.”

“You know I was asleep right?”

Rosey asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Yuppers, that is why it's called a sleepover! I really like watching you sleep! You made the most funny faces I have ever seen!”

“Nothing strange, just a sleepover?”

“Yups. I figured it would not be a complete sleepover until I also went to sleep but I could not play games while sleeping so I had to do them beforehand! It was the best sleepover ever!”

Rosey hummed to herself in understanding. Gripping onto the side of the bed she slowly pulled herself up onto her shaky legs and rocked back and forth to loosen up her hips. Turning away from Parsnips she then dropped her panties, turned them around so that they were no longer backwards, and put them back on. Glancing back at Parsnips for a few moments more she eventually shook her head.

“Cupcakes. Sound’s like you had a lot of fun.”

Rosey said as she cracked her neck in one direction and another.

“You can make a bed right, put the dirty stuff in the laundry and get new ones?”

“Yuuuup.”

“Then do that.”

Rosey replied as she wobbled over to the bathroom and slipped inside for an extra long cold shower.

Parsnips rolled out of the bed and grabbed his folded up clothes off the floor. A minute later and the sugar fueled rabbit was ready to start his day. The first thing he did was get out a little notebook that he kept in a secret little pocket. Flipping it over he went through the many pages. Each one was a day, each with a list. When he finally got to a new page he took the tiny pencil attached to the notebook and began to write, “make the bed” as his first quest.

Rosey meanwhile was enjoying the cold torrent of water washing over her fur. It helped with the sweat instantly but as she grabbed the shampoo she realized that it was completely empty. Already having an idea of where it went, Rosey gave the fur on her arm a sniff and found the same scent clinging to herself. Putting the bottle back she instead got a washcloth to give herself a once over.

“At least he follows the rules now.”

Now a bit more fresh Rosey threw open her bedroom curtains and the windows, and stood enjoying a nice breeze made even more brisk due to her wet fur. One long breath of air later and she felt ready to start the day. First thing was clothes. Not wanting to mess with her style too much she picked out a much lighter sweater that had practically the same design. To go along with it she slipped on two very long socks.

Giving herself a look over in the mirror Rosey could only hum to herself in thought. Her plans for today were out of the norm and she wanted to make sure they worked out in the end. Although, the more she thought about it the more she realized that even minimum effort would work.

“How can he be so easy and hard to deal with at the same time.”

Rosey thought to herself as she looked over herself again and again.

Deciding her fashion sense was good enough she kept her eyes open for any mess that Parsnips might have left during his, or rather their, sleepover and headed downstairs to see if the washing machine was on fire. Surprisingly it seemed to be running fine although at closer inspection the snowstorm of soap suds going on inside did tell her that he may have used way too much detergent. Close enough. With how low Rosey’s standards were even a half victory seemed like a grand feat.

As Rosey entered the kitchen she found Parsnips already working away at making some breakfast. The eggs and hashbrowns were far from what she would call his normal cooking style but at the same time she was too hungry to care. Sitting herself down she found juice already on the table as well.

“Ok, ok, I don’t trust it. What are you planning?”

“For which day?”

Parsnips happily replied causing Rosey to roll her eyes at him.

“Today, you are being way too… agreeable.”

“Hmm I don’t know what agre-bubble means, I am just doing what a daddy bunner does.”

Parsnips explained as he grabbed several spices and some other ingredients from the fridge.

“More parental advice I take it, go on, explain what a ‘daddy bunner does’ to me?”

Rosey asked as she took a long drink of her ice cold juice. A part of her already enjoying the fact she did not have a headache for once. Although her hips were still stiff.

“Daddy bunner always used to make breakfast, it was one of the things daddy bunners do, so I am doing the same now I found my mommy bunner.”

“Right.”

Rosey replied and as she leaned back in her chair something clicked in her mind.

“Wait, wait, hold up a second. Is that why you have been doing stuff for me so normally, hell even listening to me?”

“Daddy bunners should always make mommy happy and mommy bunners should always make daddy happy. They each do what they do the best! Although I have not been the best daddy bunner so far.”

“And what makes you say that?”

Rosey asked while trying, and completely failing, to not sound sarcastic.

“You have not been very happy.”

Parsnips replied as he placed down the breakfast on the table. It was some kind of ham and cheese mixture sandwiched between two hash browns with even more cheese on top. Everything looked perfectly seasoned and as rich as any restaurant could make.

“So I will keep trying harder!”

“Parsnips...”

Rosey sank into her chair. Staring down at the sandwich of sorts she tried not to blush or cry but it had been a long time since she had felt something so real. Not wanting to make a scene she focused on the food more and only then did she realize, that was not a normal sandwich. It was a perfectly cooked and delightfully accurate Croque-Monsieur. Rosey could only stare at it. It was one of the many things she had always wanted to try when she moved to Paris. If she moved to Paris.

“Daddy used to make this on special days but I don’t think we have anything to celebrate.”

“Well, I can think of something, but you gotta take a shower first.”

Rosey muttered as she cut into the steaming hot sandwich.

“Kay!”

Parsnips cutely called out before taking up his notebook, scribbling something down, and promptly leaving with a wave. Rosey could tell he had no idea what she meant by it. In fact with everything she now understood about him she was sure that he was only hearing the words without any of the context and tone behind them.

The breakfast at hand did not last long around Rosey’s hunger. With the dishes gently tossed into the sink for her to ignore, Rosey poured herself a glass of wine and shuffled over to the living room. Taking a sip she looked over the painting rack and pulled a few out. It had been a long time since she had last put oil to canvas, so long that she could barely even remember why she painted these ones in the first place. There were a few of the countryside sure and a couple self portraits, of various parts of her. Pulling out the stack she divided them between ones that could possibly be sold and the ones a bit too private to let prying eyes see them. Throwing the common ones onto the coffee table she took a few private pictures and dumped them on the increasingly tall pile she kept in the closet.

With another sip of wine Rosey sat herself down on the floor next to the sofa. She looked at the TV for a second and then across to the cabinet on the wall. Rubbing her hands together she looked over them both front and back before letting out a small sigh. Leaning onto the nearby table she tapped her fingers and turned her gaze to the doorway just as Parsnips appeared. While he looked the same, wearing the same outfit and all, the few rough patches of fur around his ears did prove that he had just finished drying off.

“Did you use soap?”

“Uh huh and something that smelled like strawberries but it did not taste like strawberries!”

“Well that would explain why your breath smelled like lavender the other day.”

Rosey said as she tried to adjust her sitting position to something she had seen on tv once before. The flirty sort of sitting pose that had legs tucked in and head tilted. Seeing Parsnips obliviously bounce around the room though Rosey let out a huff and instead just sat up in a more comfortable pose. Loudly patting the floor next to her, she cleared her throat.

“Why don’t you take a seat, relax a little for once.”

Parsnips hopped straight over the coffee table with ease. Plucking a cushion from the sofa he placed it down on the floor and sat himself upon it with a soft pomf. Spinning himself around he quickly turned to face Rosey.

“Is it to do with baking?”

Parsnips asked as he rocked back and forth cutely.

“Funny you should mention that.”

Rosey said as she shuffled over closer to him. Placing her hand on his knee she gazed down into his eyes. They were cute, innocent, but she knew that behind them was a burning sexual desire that no other had come close to.

“You remember the special way that ‘mommy’ bunners say thank you?”

“Uh huh, uh huh. Are you gonna thank me for breakfast?”

“Sort of. You have been a really nice, ehm, ‘daddy’ bunner or at the very least you have been trying to be… And I feel that I have not been quite as nice in return.”

Rosey said as she stumbled over her words. Taking her other hand she cupped his cheek gently. Rubbing his lips with her thumb she watched as he smiled playfully, not fully understanding the motion but finding it amusing all the same.

Moving in for a kiss Rosey took her time to enjoy the sensation. His breath was surprisingly hot and smelled like sweet strawberries, but tasted vaguely of soap. Pulling away from him she took her glass of wine off the table and offered it to him.

“Take some sips of this.”

“Kay.”

Taking the glass from her Parsnips took a slow sip before sticking his tongue out at the taste. Rosey nodded at him to continue and without any hesitation he did. After he had taken several more sips she took the glass and downed the rest herself. Placing the empty glass onto the table she turned her gaze to Parsnips once more.  

With the pleasing taste of fruit and alcohol on his lips Rosey could finally relax a little and enjoy her time with him. There were many things about him that she had not realized in her weeks of being drunk. While his body and lips were surprisingly soft it was the heat behind them that really amazed Rosey. His breath and fur felt like a hot summer day under her touch. Comforting in many ways and relaxing in several others.

Pushing him down onto the floor she continued to explore his mouth as her hands ran along his large ears. Sticking her tongue deeper into him she found a sweetness under the fruit and wine that was not surprising in the least, but welcoming all the same. He did not do much to return the affections, his own tongue doing little other than reacting to her own, but even that gave him a cute feel that she quite liked. For a moment, as she sat on his legs and kissed him hot and heavy, it was easy to forget he was even a boy.

“Nice to find someone around here who likes the french way of spending time together.”

Rosey muttered as she broke away from Parsnips to catch her breath and wipe her face.

“The french sound like very fun things.”

“They are a people, and fabulous people at that. A rich and romantic culture that has the best in fashion, fine cuisine, and art. Everything they do is refined and classy and expressive. Mmm and they really know a lot about passion.”

Rosey mused with a faint smile as her hands ran down her long ears playfully. Turning her gaze to Parsnips again she looked him up and down before biting her lip.

“Let me show you what I mean.”

Placing her hand onto his chest Rosey pushed him back against the sofa. Sliding her fingers down his chest she ran them along his legs before going back up and under his skirt. After pushing it to the side she slowly undid the button holding his pants together. Looking up to his eyes she pulled his zipper down just as slowly.

Parsnip's erection fell out of his pants and straight onto her hand. The sudden weight on her arm was enough to make Rosey break her loving eye contact with Parsnips. As she stared at his dick her eyes went wide. It was huge. Not even both her hands together could cover it all, and it was still growing bigger too. By instinct alone Rosey moved in and grasped the base of it. The pink skin feeling hot and squishy to the touch.

“It’s bigger than the boy’s online…”

Rosey muttered as she watched it grow and harden between her fingers. Enamored by the sleek shape and strange feeling it gave her. Rosey leaned in close and sniffed it.

“Smells… funny…”

Rosey whispered as her tail flicked and a heavy drop of dew ran down her leg. Placing her nose onto it Rosey let out a coo and began to rub her face up and down his dick affectionately. It felt so nice to touch and smell it. Just as her eyes closed however, they snapped back open. Pulling her head back she shook it a few times for good measure.

“I can not believe this is what I have been missing out on.”

Rosey said as she slid her hand up and down his impressive length. It was not as hard as stone but not as soft as jelly either. In a lot of ways it was kind of both, flexible enough to adjust easily but rigid enough not to lose its shape. As she continued to explore a bead of clear liquid welled up and ran down the underside of his erection. Catching it with her hands Rosey smeared it all along his length until the top half of it was slick and smooth.

“Stay nice and still for me, ok?”

“Kay.”

After nodding to herself a few times Rosey changed her way of sitting so she could easily get her head down lower to the ground. Now comfortable, she put her hands back onto the base of his dick and leaned it over closer to her. Staring at it straight on made it seem even bigger. Like a long stretch of pink road in the middle of an ever pinker desert, stretching on and on towards a fuzzy pink horizon. Licking her lips she pursed them and planted a kiss on the tip before parting them and letting it slide over her tongue. Rosey stopped as the taste caught her off guard. It tasted sweet, nothing like the warm and funny smell, and hard to describe in many ways. Just the slightest bit of sweetness. Pushing a bit further Rosey let herself drool around him before pulling her head back and wetting her hands with the drool running down him. With them taking care of the bottom half she would only have to focus on the top half, or so they say online.

A slow suckling, a gentle grind over the tongue, this is how Rosey gave her thanks to Parsnips for at least trying to improve. Everytime she glanced at him however his expression never changed. It was always the same soft smile and innocent eyes. No blush, no sweat, no struggle. She tried sucking harder, moving her head back and forth as her hands gripped him a little tighter. But that soft expression of his still never changed at all. Closing her eyes instead she continued to work at him but as the sweat poured from her brow and her shoulders ached she doubted if this was doing anything for him at all.

“Mom always said to never lick the spoon but I always found it too tempting to pass up.”

Parsnips suddenly said, causing Rosey to open her eyes and glance up at him.

“I think the spoon is clean enough to bake with, can we start soon?”

 He asked, causing her to blush even more and squint at him. Annoyed and light headed she threw her head forward, gagging heavily as he smashed into the back of her throat. His legs kicked a little and for the first time, his expression changed. Rosey inhaled through her nose and repeated the motion again and again until she was drooling heavily onto the carpet.

“Oh, oh! I get it, you're new to being a mommy like I was new to being a daddy. Let me help!”

Parsnips said as he placed his hands onto her head. Rosey let out a muffled something or other but it was too late as he slammed her down onto his dick. Gagging, Rosey attempted to pull away but as soon as she got even an inch of room Parsnips would push her back down again. Over and over and over this repeated until tears streamed down her eyes and her head felt dizzy from the lack of fresh air. But even so Rosey was not mad. She could hear him breathing heavily now, and feel his dick twitching in her mouth every so often. Even his smell was stronger. Just knowing that she was pleasing him made her feel hot, and every time he pushed her down there was a twitch inside of her that she had never felt before. She wanted more of it. Instead of simply laying there and letting him control the rhythm she went on the attack and began to copy it. When Parsnips pushed down and made her take an inch into her throat she swallowed to make it easier on herself, and when she could pull away she took the chance to steal some air with her nose. Between it all her tongue tried it’s best to lick him although it lacked any technique or grace. It was such a rough and degrading way of having sex, but Rosey had never been more aroused.

Everything she did correctly made Parsnips give out some small reaction or hint, and following those clues made her feel powerful. For the first time in so many weeks she was not some drunken toy thrown onto the nearest table but rather a partner that can learn and improve and make his little legs shake. Rosey loved it and only wanted to have more of it.

So lost in the mood and her thoughts Rosey had not noticed the fact that Parsnips had started to giggle. His grasp was tight and his pushing consistently needy but behind it all he could not stop himself from laughing. Louder and louder he got until finally Rosey took notice of his giggling fits. Confused and the slightest bit worried Rosey cocked an eyebrow just as the erection smacking her in the throat twitched, swelled, and fired out a thick stream of cum into her mouth. She swallowed by reflex but Parsnips did not slow or stop and being out of rhythm made her start gagging again. Letting go off his dick she placed her hands on the floor in an attempt to hold her head still but Parsnips only began to thrust his hips up and push her head down all the harder. With no other choice Rosey clenched her eyes closed and simply let him sloppily fuck her face as cum and spit mixed together and poured from her lips.

With one last push he finally stopped moving and Rosey took the chance to swallow as much as she could before pulling away from him. Parsnips caught his breath in hot pants as he melted into the sofa cushions. Rosey meanwhile sat panting and coughing as if she had just ran a race around the entire countryside.

“That was some good baking. Really, something, something, hm is that what they call passion?”

“Yeah, that’s a pretty good example of it.”

Rosey said as she wiped some of the cum off her face and licked her fingers clean. Only to blush as she realized that she really liked how it tasted, even the texture was something exotic. Like escargot.

Parsnip's dreamy expression did not last long as his eyes suddenly went wide and he hopped back onto his feet. Rosey tried to shake the numbness from her legs and stand up too but only wobbled and fell backwards onto her tail. Her stomach lurched from the fall and after getting a taste of things for the second time, Rosey swallowed it back down. Letting out a huff she gave up and laid back onto the carpet.

Parsnips meanwhile had quickly pulled up his pants and dashed off to the kitchen to get a bucket of warm water, a wet cloth, and a fluffy towel. He returned quietly and left Rosey to lay on the floor as he began to clean the mixture of fluids from the floor. It did not take much at all and the bucket of water so no doubt overkill but at least Rosey knew why the house had been looking so tidy. With the furniture and floor both spotless he turned his eyes to Rosey. Straight away he noticed that her ‘honeypot’ was all sticky and messy. Lifting up the wet cloth he used on the sofa he stared at it in thought before tossing it into the bucket and getting down on his knees.

Rosey had just finished licking her lips clean when she felt the edge of her sweater move. Lazely pulling herself up onto her arms she found Parsnips practically laying on the floor in front of her. Cocking an eyebrow at him Parsnips took no notice as he ran his tongue straight across her privates. Smirking to herself she lay down a fallen cushion and grabbed one of his fuzzy ears tightly.

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