The rocky road of love - Chapter two
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Chapter Two: On this night
Anthony Benson.
On a game that was based online you never know what anyone really looks like, but his character looked good enough to eat. If you liked that type of thing. The first words he ever typed on the screen to her, "Come over here and touch me".
How could she resist such a tempting offer? She couldn't and with a few arrow pushes later Cherry's humansona sat beside his, and was promptly typing out that she was touching him which, invariably made him type the response of -Moans-
Cherry had called herself Sakura the Japanese version of her own name, or so she thought she wasn't really sure on that one. He had called himself Hot one and to her it seemed to fit for the most part anyway, she was a bad bunny on the Internet playing up to this guy was going to be easy.
Oh how wrong she was.
The first thing she found out was that he happened to be a worse pervert and corrupted person than she was herself, he constantly either got groped by random people or was asking them to do so. He talked about sex, porn and various other illicit sexual acts without any remorse or hint of shame, to be honest she liked that it meant she found a male to relate to more than her own boyfriend. Cherry loved her other half she couldn't deny that, but he allowed her to mess around on the net and in real life. If she ever needed company or had urges that her toys couldn't satisfy, she had the green light to go and get it. Lately though Cherry had avoided seeing her friend that might give her this benefit, she stuck to her cybering and was content to do so.
You know how conversations can start off innocent enough, stick two gutter-minded furres together in a place that has the rating of PG and rules are bound to be broken. Every clean word can be twisted in to something dirty, Sakura along with the subtle encouragement of Hot one had taken her mind to new levels of dirt. Levels that she never thought possible considering a few years ago she only began to break free of being a prude. Yet such wild and carefree discussion was welcomed with open arms, her corruption becoming worse the longer the two talked together. As things got degraded and twisted to their own liking, a few paws got stepped on but Hot one waved off the protests pretending they were nothing more than a few biting gnats.
Hours go by the sun begins to rise as dawn breaks over the horizon, heaving out a heavy sigh Sakura regrettably told Hot one she had to leave.
Hot one: You coming back later on?
Sakura: Ten o'clock at night that's when I'm allowed to log on.
Hot one: -winks- Cool I'll see you then I've never met a girl as in to porn as you are before, I had fun chatting with you.
Sakura: Hee yeah its been really good, I go around on this game a lot even to the R rated area. Not many people are so open about things. It's refreshing.
Hot one: Good night babe.
Sakura: Good night.
With those closing messages upon her game screen Cherry logged out, she used a hand to push her long ears back. Not only had she found someone interesting and talked with him, she had also been seeing her few regular online cyber buddies. Groaning in need the bunny turned off her computer to clamber in to bed, once under the covers she reached for her somewhat dependable toy.
The joys of battery powered things that vibrate.
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Cherry awoke the following morning on a rather rainy Sunday, muttering under her breath, as she wasn't a morning furre she paused. Between her legs dried in to the fur on her thighs were the results of last's night self session, great she was so tired after splurging she fell asleep straight after. Tugging up her pants, grabbing the towel off the bottom of her bed she headed for the bathroom.
"Morning dear", her mother always so damn fucking cheerful in the morning.
An uttered grunt got shot back at her and Cherry slammed the bathroom door shut behind her, she hated mornings it drove her mad that everyone could be so fucking bouncy when they wake up. She never fully woke up until she had showered and got breakfast down her throat, dropping the towel on the floor her nightwear followed suit. Cherry gratefully entered the shower cubicle turned on the water, flipped the temperature to make it hotter because according to her all her family seemed to like almost cold water. Resting her forehead against the wall in front of her the rabbit let the hot water run down her back, slicking her light brown fur turning it darker as it got soaked. Left hand reached out for a sponge which, passed it to her right then the same left hand snatched up the shower gel. The sponge lathered up with sweet smelling foam, Cherry scrubbed herself clean especially were her come stained legs were concerned. Okay where did that shampoo go? Rinsing off the soap from her body she begun washing her hair, don't forget the conditioner or it will be too difficult to bloody comb through.
Later dressed back in her faded blue jeans and this time a black long sleeved top Cherry went to hunt down her cereal. Fully awake after eating she was basically ready to start her lazy Sunday, about to head back to her room.
"Cherry dear your brother has some friends round", mother tutted at her from the kitchen. Dropping her shoulders she just sighed, bet that meant go be nice to your brother and introduce yourself to his friends.
She complained, "Fine I'll go say hi then I am going upstairs on my Gamecube". Hands in pockets the female rabbit slouched her way to her brother's downstairs room, half kicked the door open in barely controlled agitation. "Hey David", she spoke rather flatly looking about the room to see just who was in here. "Jeez Jason you ever go home? You practically live here".
"This is my second home after all", Jason retorted. Jason happened to a muscular built tabby cat, a year older than her sixteen-year-old brother who closely resembled a bean pole. Both her brothers and even her sister were taller than she was; Cherry had been unlucky in the gene pool stacks and got her mother's short genes. Typical.
David waved to his sister then pointed to the one she didn't know, "Oh yeah that's Peter".