The Bunnies of the Bay Area Ch. 04

"Don't worry, I promise to pet both of you."

"So," said Meredith, clipboard in hand and a short white lab coat hemmed just above her cottontail. "I see you're wearing purple today. I guess Nathalie has a thing for redheads."

Reddie raised her eyebrows at the contempt hidden in the voice. She had enough to deal with and even though she had only recently been made human again -- actually a Bunny, so human-ish -- for only a month, she could still identify jealously. She suppressed a couple thoughts: 1) Suck it bitch, and 2) Yeah, I passed right by your sorry ass and moved-up. She composed herself and said, "You have a good day studying the bimbos. I'm going out when Chauffie returns."

"Oh yeah sure, enjoy your errand for doggy biscuits," said Meredith, giving the box of treats a tap with her clipboard.

Reddie strode pass Meredith. The redhead confidently popped a doggy biscuit in her mouth. She wanted Meredith to see a look of defiance, but that went out the window when a single crunch of the doggy treat started a nauseating experience resulting in gagging cough.



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In a townhome located in San Francisco's marina district, Libby pushed forward on her aerobics. To add a challenge, she lifted two tiny pink weights in her dainty hands. Morning sunlight filled the second floor bedroom around her. The view overlooked the joggers in the Marina Green Park across the street.

Pausing for a moment, she clicked a remote and turned off a blathering news show making chatter from flat panel TV. She threw the remote off to the side and checked her heart rate monitor.

She should be a tad higher.

Lifting her tiny bright pink dumbbells above her shoulders, she took a few deep breaths to keep going as she held the weights steady. Perspiration drenched her stretchy sports shirt. Its tiny straps arched over her bare shoulders. Her midriff stylishly showed. She wore the kind of shirt with a built-in bra -- the type that never really held her in. In this case, her nipples pushed out visibly. It was an intentional choice. Her chest heaved as she increased speed. Her shoulders moved left and right, creating a momentum in her ponytail, resulting in its circular swing. It spun faster and faster.

Her phone rang. She pressed a Bluetooth hanging from her ear.

"Libby here. Oh, hi! Yes! I'm doing my cardio. I've got two more minutes, so if I sound out of breath that's why. Sure you can. You can tell me anything. Oh, really? I'm so sorry, he seemed like an OK guy, I guess. But I never would have thought. Could you wait a second? I need to adjust something. No, No. I'll just put you on hold for just a second."

Libby looked over her shoulder at a guy gagged and tied to the corners of a bed. She straddled his waist with her half naked body. Her knees dug into the mattress, her heels pressed into his sides. In a second, she rotated around his erection to face him. They were now belly to belly. "OK, this is where I have to get my last burst of cardio, so you better cum before I stop or I'll just leave you here. Are we clear?" She started to move-up and down again. "I'll loosen the cock ring so it doesn't hurt so much, but you'll have to concentrate to ignore the pain. You'll probably feel some throbbing." Her hands clicked something metallic between her legs. A ring encircled her captive's shaft and scrotum.

She looked around the bedroom, "I can tell you're married. And from the decorations, oh wow, she looks difficult -- just a tad intense. Doesn't let you make a mess, does she? Probably more worried about the bed sheets than an affair. Still you probably don't want her angry. Do you?" Libby quickened her pace, "So let's get going. OK? Good boy." She patted him on the head and picked-up her bright pink weights.

The guy grunted. His face reconsidered his favorite fantasy brought to life -- the woman's version wasn't really matching with his. He looked down at his overly erect shaft, revealed for only brief glimpses as the crazy woman's hips raised and lowered.

"Yeah, like you have a choice," she said. "The blood just keeps going in with this cock ring. Hurry up. You don't want to burst like an over boiled hotdog." She did a yoga-worthy turn of her body while still mounted on his manhood. The move left her perfect bare butt cheeks aimed towards his face.

He whimpered. The move had levered his member forward against the hardness that tried to aim the opposite angle. "Mmm!"

She moved up and down faster and faster. "Hush!" Unmuting her Bluetooth earpiece, she continued her call. "Sorry, yeah I had a little trouble with the machine. I'm trying to get my heart rate-up. Oh, yeah? Really? No. Oh, my!" She turned her head and gestured for him to hurry.

He moaned and supplicated.

She kicked her ankles into his sides and raised her pink weights a bit higher as she road him increasingly faster. She wished there were some handy ceiling straps available. Then again, doing without made for a more vigorous exercise.

"Look," she said to her girlfriend, "if he's going to do that, then screw him. No. I mean in the dump him sort of way. Yeah." Silence trailed for a second – except for the bed squeaking loudly. "Me? Oh, I need sex. I don't really think I'm feeling it so much emotionally anymore. It's just a physical need. It's good exercise -- releases those endorph-thingies. Yeah. For sure. Stop by the museum. We'll talk more. Hm? Yes. I've been doing a lot of research lately, but I'll make time for a friend. Yes, it has 'sex' written on the sign. Yes, right over the front door. Don't be such a prude. I proudly walk those front stairs everyday. Research? Oh, just some stuff. Learning about some ancient Egyptian myths -- yes, of course they did -- yes, silly. Kinky sex even back then. You do know the royals liked to keep the genes in the family. See. That was kinky. I know! Ew. So, meet at two? Good. You deserve better. You know it. No, you don't want the kind of guys I go out with. I just pick pathetic losers all the time. Total shitheads -- oops, sorry for my French. Hm? You too? Well, I guess we all do."

Beeps came from her heart monitor. "I've got to do my cool down cycle now. See you later today. Bye!"

Her body began to slow down drastically from her killer pace. She calmly said to the guy below her hips -- without even a turn of her head -- in fact she kept her eyes closed, "Oh, this was so relaxing. But I don't feel you cumming though. I'm getting a little angry now. Don't make me turn around."

"Mmm!" he grunted through the gag.

Her bare heels kicked him in the sides, like a jockey spurring a horse. She continued slower and slower. "Concentrate. Look at my round butt cheeks. I'll be very insulted if I don't feel -- oh, there we go! Good boy! Yes. Very, good, boy!" She relaxed her body feeling the warmth fill inside her. She stopped moving and enjoyed the thought of having made a guy think he had voluntarily chosen to have an affair that morning. She knew he was the type to feel guilty later. He'd probably find someplace to be alone, a bathroom or a car, and then cry with a flood of regret.

The thought made her happy.

She sighed, knowing he was also the type of guy who would call later to say that he needed to stay away – that they should break up. She loved that fake resolve men had. Seriously, why even call? She knew that such vows were really guilt filled invitations to do it all again. The very idea that by afternoon he'd be crying alone, thinking about her, almost gave her another orgasm -- but there wasn't time. Checking her heart rate, she said, "Excellent, I'm down to sixty-five already."

Whimpers came from behind her. She unmounted him.

"Mmmmm" he said, startled at just how fast she had redressed into her spandex bicycle shorts and sneakers. She was now checking her make-up in the dresser mirror, readying herself to go.

"Thank you for a great morning," she said, putting a hand down to his crotch, clicking and releasing the cock ring. "Wouldn't want you to explode now, huh?"

"Mmm," he said in relief. "Mmmm. Mm. Mm."

"Oh, don't worry. You can keep the bike chains and even the gag." She grabbed her phone and did a quick check that she had retrieved all her belongings. Absent of guilt, she headed for the hallway door.

"Mmmm! Mmmm!" screamed the guy into his gag begging, shaking his tied hands and feet to show his limbs stretched out across the mattress. He started to whimper, "Mmmm?"

"Good luck with those. If you want to get back at me for ruining your life, stop by the downtown Fetish and Sex Museum. I'm the curator there." She put on her dark rimmed narrow glasses, undid her ponytail, letting it all fall free around her shoulders. She swung her head a few times to give the hair volume. With her best naughty librarian voice, she said, "I'll really take care of you then."

"MMMM! MMMM!"

The door slammed shut behind her.