Animal Café Ch. 23

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“Why are you the one holding her leash? Give it to me, Trixie!”

“Misti! Stop it! It’s my costume, not yours!”

“It doesn’t count when you are not wearing it. I want to walk Clara too!”

“I’m gravely injured. I need her assistance.”

“You are not gravely injured! You just have a cast on your arm.”

“Well, I could trip and fall, then I would die, and everybody would be sad. If Clara is near me, she would catch me and save me!”

“Cut it out, you two! People are staring at us!”

Indeed, Accalia was right. Not only was I a giant latex bunny suspiciously walking along one of the outdoor pedestrian streets loaded with small shops, but on top of that, Trixie and Misti’s pointless fighting to hold my leash was doing nothing good to our furtivity. We shouldn’t have come here. There were way too many people that had stopped us for a picture so far.

Misti kept telling them that we were promoting the café, but the truth was that they just wanted to play with me today.

They managed to smuggle out of the pethouse, knowing that we would all get in big trouble if Lucy were to hear about that. Walking as a pet in the insurance building was apparently prohibited. Before leaving the luxury apartment, they disguised me with a long raincoat and a hat, but I was pretty sure they shouldn’t have cut two holes in it for my long bunny ears. It seemed like a terrible plan. After using the staircase to avoid the elevator, we exited the big insurance building by the back door, and only then they removed my cheap disguise. For good measure, they wrapped a collar around my neck, leashed me, and now we were here in this public area, looking for I don’t know what; cute outfits they said?

I felt so naked. Only a thin layer of white latex separated the world from my nakedness. The only thing I could cover my well-molded butt with was this little ball of fuzz that we called a tail. That said, in some odd way, it felt good. Mentally, knowing that I was looking good enough to wear such an outfit was an interesting sensation. I have never been very confident about my body. I knew I wasn’t ugly, but I had a hard time believing I was as cute as my friends were. So this skin-tight costume was an excellent medicine for self-appreciation. It felt great to hear so many people telling me how cute and adorable I was.

My spotters told me the same thing, but the only difference was that they were grabbing my butt at the same time, and if nobody else looked, it was my boobs and crotch.

“Ha! There it is! The costume shop! Let’s go in!”

“Wait, Trixie. Misi and I wanted to go get a slush first.”

“Just go, then. I’ll start shopping with Clara-bunny until you come back. I haven’t decided how I want to dress her up yet.”

“Alright. Do you want a slush too, Trix?”

“Yes, please.”

“And you, Clara?”

I shook my head, karaman escort no. It was unclear to me how I would be able to drink that, plus what if I got a brain freeze. What would I do then?

Misti and Accalia zipped away, hand in hand, and Trixie pulled me into the costume shop. I wasn’t sure why we were here other than she wanted to “find me cute outfits.” Since Trixie-bunny would stay around the pethouse for a while to keep Trixie-human company, I supposed she wanted to make it a bit more entertaining.

Unsurprisingly, the lady behind the counter walked to us immediately, intrigued by my animality.

“Aaaah! What do we have here! What a beautiful rabbit costume.”

Not wanting to distort the reality regarding who the costume character was, Trixie didn’t use my real name to introduce me.

“This is Trixie. She works at the Cakes since I was a rubbery rabbit, I had none, but I had no difficulty picturing Accalia wearing this with pride. Trixie buttoned the three red dots in front and adjusted my pointy collar.

“Awww! And the hat! You need your hat!”

Giggling, Trixie placed the classic nurse cap on top of my head, all white with a red cross. It complemented my long springy ears nicely.

“Okay! We must buy it! Clara! I’m in love with this uniform! Rawr!”

Why wasn’t I surprised? Trixie wrapped her arms around me, pinned me to the wall, and began nibbling my neck, which tickled. It was a bit odd to see her interact with me while she couldn’t properly kiss me. Well protected in my suit, all I could do was to return her hug.

But of course, Trixie being Trixie, it didn’t take long before her hands grabbed my body’s most inappropriate places. We were in a store, not at the pethouse, so I tried to move her hands away from my boobs and crotch, but those pet paws were not very efficient against her sexual determination.

“Haha! Are you shyyy? Maybe we will get caught, Clara… It’s kind of hot, no? We have to stay here until Misti and Acca show up anyway, so why not have a bit of fun?”

Oh no! That little devil sneakily unzipped my crotch. I pressed my legs together, but she pinched my butt to distract me. Was she really going to play with me that way inside a fitting room? That sounded way too cliché to be true. But when her middle finger entered me, I knew I was in trouble. She had no difficulty finding my clit as she had done that a million times before, which turned my legs into useless noodles. My will to fight this was gone. It was so wrong.

“Mmm… not complaining anymore? Sit down on the chair. I’m hungry. I want to eat some rabbit stew.”

Unable to resist her words, I ended up with my butt on the edge of the chair and Trixie kneeling in front of me, keeping my legs apart. Without delays, she plunged her face under my skirt and began feasting on my naked crotch to karaman escort bayan compensate for the sweet slush she didn’t yet have.

Chewing on my mouthpiece, closing my eyes, and breathing hard through my ears were the only things I could do to cope with the pleasure. That small woman was just too good at it, betraying her extensive sexual experience. My cushy paws held her head, half-covered by my new mini-skirt that we had not yet paid for. It was foolish on my part because she really didn’t need my assistance to stay where she was.

The little voice of reason inside my head worried about what would happen if I were to leak some pussy juice on that costume and ended up not buying it. It was so dirty… so wrong… so pleasurable.

A loud knock on the door sent me to a cardiac arrest.

“Trixie? Clara? Do you need help with the costume?”

“No… We are good! Thanks.”

Barely taking the time to respond to my impatient fangirl, Trixie kept working. I tried to push her away to make her stop, but my weakened arm didn’t have enough will to convince her. Was I such a pervert that I wanted this orgasm even though there was a stranger right behind that flimsy door?

Trixie… Please… Don’t stop!

I was so close. I had ridden my edge for a while now. I just needed this little extra nudge to tip over. My brain started to go blank.

“Scuze me, lady. Can you tell us how much this costume is?”

“Oh? Yes. Sure. Which one?”

“The princess one, in the corner over there… I will show you.”

That was Misti. She was finally here to save us, and, as planned, she created a distraction to take the store lady away from our fitting room. To my great despair, Trixie, who understood that we needed to react quickly, pulled away from my almost orgasming pussy and forced me to stand up.

NO! NO! Don’t stop, stupid bunny!

“Quick, Clara! That’s our window! Let’s sneak out while we can!”

Panting uncontrollably, still very much on the edge, Trixie opened the door and pulled me out. This was a terrible idea. My crotch zipper was wide open, and the cold air brushed against my freshly shaved and wet pussy. I pressed a paw on my crotch to hold my mini-skirt down, embarrassed like never before. Did she just forget to zip me back up?

We silently zigzagged between the rows of costumes and quickly arrived at the staircase. Tiptoeing down to prevent the old steps from crackling didn’t work that well, but we were quickly welcomed by the other store lady, the good one.

My face must have been beet red behind my mask. I was loaded with endorphins and was one millimeter away from having my naked crotch exposed.

“Awww! That’s such a cute nurse costume for your bunny! She looks so adorable! Spin around for me!”

WHAT? NO! I couldn’t possibly do that. If my skirt were to escort karaman lift only a tiny bit, my life would end. And why was this thought so exciting? I wanted to die. And Trixie didn’t help at all. She grabbed my arm and spun me around.

“Come on, Trixie. Show your costume to the lady so we can get an amazing discount.”

Keeping my legs together as much as possible while being forced to show off was the best I could do to prevent a disaster.

“Haha. She looks a bit shy. Maybe that costume is too sexy for her.”

“Nah, she is always shy like that. That’s why we are taking her out. She has to get used to people.”

“So nice. Okay, I give you twenty percent off. So, it’s 60$ plus tax, so 67.80$.”

“Woah! That much? I don’t think I have enough money for that.”

Why was I not surprised? Trixie was always broke because she spent all her money on food and useless things. I had to admit, though, that price tag was pretty steep for a sexy nurse uniform.

“Well, this is not a cheap costume from your favorite online store, you know. It is unique and handcrafted. It’s actually not that expensive.”

“But, I only have 35$… Would that be enough?”

“I’m sorry. I would love to, but no. She will have to take it off. I can’t go that low.”


Trixie was disappointed, but I was terrified. My kinky friend resigned herself. She slid her fingers inside my waistband and was about to push my skirt down in front of the lady. With my cushy paws, I tried to prevent her from doing so as much as I could.

“Hey, stop, Cla… Trixie! I can’t afford it. I know you really like the costume too, but it’s too expensive.”

No, no, no! That was the absolute worst. Not only would my dignity be obliterated, but I was willing to bet we would get in big trouble too if the store lady found my pussy juice on the skirt. I was panicking!

“Hey, wait. I’ll pay the balance.”

ACCALIA! She came out of nowhere and saw me fighting with Trixie, probably thinking I really wanted this costume. She poked Trixie on the forehead and scolded her.

“Stupid bunny! Don’t you know you have to look at the price tag before trying clothes?”

“Awww! But I really wanted to see Clara wearing it! Plus, I’m wounded, so my judgment is impaired.”

“Are you gonna blame all your dumb ideas on your broken arm?”

“Seems like the smart thing to do, no?”

“Pfff… Alright, let’s pay and get out of here before someone steals our slushes. I was waiting outside because we couldn’t bring them inside the store.”

A quick transaction later, my honor was saved.

Trixie grabbed my arm and led me outside, which was a good and a bad thing. I was happy not to be in that store anymore, but at the same time, there was a light wind and a lot of people around who stared at me because I was a sexy nurse bunny, which was certainly not a common sight. It only took a second for people to take out their cellphones and snap pictures of me.

I turned to Trixie and tried to communicate my distress. For the first time, I would have to find a way to make her understand what I wanted. Shrugging wouldn’t be enough.

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