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"I told you I could do it! They call me the capable rabbit, you kno."
You sigh and cast an incredulous look at her, dismayed by her smugness that you really should be used to by now. "Yeah, but after how many tries?" Despite having spent a lovely afternoon together, you're visibly upset, as you're no longer allowed to use a certain nickname to describe her.
"Stay mad," she says fifty times.
You follow your wife as she makes her way cheerfully into the kitchen for a well-earned snack. Once there, you lean against the counter a few feet from her and watch as she stands on the very tips of her toes to reach a normal-height cabinet, her reach still falling short of the can of broth she seeks. Amused by the struggles of her small stature and in spite of your mood, you can't help but let a smile sneak onto your face, which is promptly noticed by her. "I'm a rabbit," she reminds you.
But the tone of your attention soon shifts as you realize her oversized loli shirt has risen up slightly to reveal her achingly plump bumbum. Compelled by biology, it only takes moments for you to resolve your next move. You approach her from behind and lightly caress her waist, which elicits a warm smile from her as she looks back at you, abandoning her objective for a moment. "Finally done sulking?" she asks. You smile back, but with mischief rather than warmth, and wordlessly move your hand lower to her hip, squeezing lightly, treading the border between a caress and a grope. Her grin disappears and her eyes narrow with a mixture of lust and curiosity toward your intentions. But any uncertainty in her mind soon evaporates as your grip moves from her hip to her soft bunny buttock.
Animal instinct tinging your actions, you squeeze her flesh roughly while scanning her body sternly with your eyes, as though you're evaluating a piece of meat for consumption. Now also gripping her hip with your other hand, you feel her tense up slightly as though she might flee, which is only natural, as she is a rabbit, and in this moment, you are an enticed carnivore. But her reflex subsides as quickly as it came; she happily resigns herself to her fate, relaxing and moaning faintly as you continue your evaluation. The words "I'm just a rabbit" quietly escape her again.
Now intent on your objective, you clamp your hands onto both of her hips and pull her back against you. Her breathing quickens and one of her small hands reaches up to pet you affectionately, while in turn, you slide one of yours up her torso to her chest and encounter almost nothing, just as you prefer. Your other hand slides down to her warm bunny cunny, the sensation of extreme wetness informing you that your wife is ready to serve you.
Wasting no time, you turn her around to face you, and after pausing briefly to glimpse her pale blue eyes gazing lovingly up at you, you effortlessly lift her onto the counter. Wrapping her arms around your neck, she takes the opportunity to plant several burning kisses on your face and chest, now within reach, before you gently but firmly unravel her from you and guide her to lean back. She complies with a whimper and, panting faintly, dutifully spreads her legs open for you, to which you respond by pushing them open slightly wider still, instinct driving you to dominate this adorable object of your love and lust.
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