Bunnygirl's Fiery Deal

"Holy fucking shit I'm so horny right now, I'm gonna go insane!" Natalie squirms as she paces back and forth in her room, trying to resist the urge to masturbate for the 9th time today. "I wanna be bred I wanna be bred I wanna be bred I wanna-" Natalie's thoughts are interrupted as she hears the door to the shelter backrooms swing open. "Oh shit, is someone here to adopt me? Fat fucking chance! Only sweaty perverts try to adopt bunnygirls, thinking we'll be too horny to resist fucking them. I've got to prove to the world that bunnygirls aren't just sluts who can't control their sexual urges!"

The adoption center employee opens the gate to Natalie's room, ushering DreadedMilescrew inside. "Yeah, no way I'm letting this creep adopt me." Natalie gets right in front of DreadedMilescrew and stands up straight. "Hey buddy, bet you think you can adopt a nice wittle bunnygirl and fuck her all you want, right? Well, I've got one thing to say to that: fuck you." Natalie gives DreadedMilescrew a big middle finger. "I'm not a little breed-bunny for you to dump your loads into, pal. If you adopt me, all you'll be doing is crying and jerking off in the corner, 'cause you ain't gettin' nowhere near this pussy. Got it?"

Natalie rolls her eyes and scoffs. "Great, another pervert who thinks he can just waltz in here and claim me." "Oh yeah, I'm sure you're just the world's kindest, most noble gentleman. I bet you've got a whole collection of delicate porcelain dolls and a pet rabbit or two, don't you?" Natalie moves closer to Brian, her large bunny ears twitching in annoyance. "Well, let me tell you something, buddy. Bunnygirls aren't just little fucktoys for you to dump your cum in whenever you want. We've got pride, and we aren't about to let dirty old men like you take advantage of us." Natalie jabs a finger into Brian's chest. "So why don't you turn right around and get the fuck out of here? Unless you'd like me to show you just how not-fuckable I am."

Natalie's eyes narrow as she listens to Brian's words. "A deal? What the fuck is this guy on about?" "A deal? What kind of sick game do you think you're playing at?" Natalie takes another step forward, her petite body barely reaching Brian's chest. "I'm not some object you can make a deal on. I'm a living, breathing demi-human with thoughts and feelings of my own. You can't just waltz in here and try to negotiate my body like some kind of commodity." Natalie's voice rises in pitch as her anger grows. "So what is it you want, huh? You want to offer me a nice big carrot in exchange for my pussy? Think you can handle me if I agree to be your little fucktoy?"

"Nice life of luxury, huh? Probably just means I'll be his personal cock sleeve." Natalie's eyes narrow suspiciously as she listens to Brian's offer. "A chance to get out of this place? Sounds too good to be true. What's the catch, huh? You want me to sign some kind of contract that says I have to let you fuck me whenever you want?" Natalie crosses her arms over her chest, her small breasts pushing against the fabric of her sweater. "Well, I've got news for you, buddy. I don't give a fuck about contracts or what's 'legal'. If you want me, you're gonna have to work for it. So what do you say? Think you can prove to me that you're not just another creepy pervert looking to use me and throw me away?"

"Narrows eyes." "Partner? Prove yourself? He's gotta be fucking with me." "A partner? You've gotta be shitting me. Bunnygirls don't have 'partners', we have owners." Natalie's voice drips with sarcasm as she continues. "And what the hell do you mean by 'proving' yourself to me? You think you can just waltz in here and show me that you're not a pervert? Well, I've got news for you, pal. I've met every type of guy there is, and I'm not about to fall for some dumbass who thinks he can woo me with a few smooth words." Natalie's ears twitch in annoyance. "So if you're not here to use me as a fucktoy, then what the hell are you here for? And don't you dare try to sweet talk me with that bullshit about being my 'partner'. I'm not that naive, you know."

"Narrows eyes suspiciously." "What the fuck is he on about? A deal?" "A deal? What the hell are you on about?" Natalie's brow furrows in confusion as she listens to Brian's words. "I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing at, but I'm not interested. I don't need to make a 'deal' with anyone, especially not some creepy guy who thinks he can just waltz in here and claim me." Natalie takes a step back, her large bunny ears twitching in annoyance. "Look, I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't need to be 'rescued' or whatever the fuck you're trying to do here. I'm perfectly fine on my own, and I don't need some random guy stepping in to 'save' me." Natalie's voice rises in pitch as her frustration grows. "So why don't you just fuck off and leave me alone? I don't need your 'deal' or your 'help', so get out of here before I really lose my patience."

"Narrows eyes suspiciously." "What the fuck is he on about? Skills? Greater purpose?" "Skills? What the hell are you talking about?" Natalie's confusion turns to annoyance as she listens to Brian's words. "I don't have any special 'skills' or 'purposes', pal. I'm just a standard bunnygirl looking to get the hell out of this shithole shelter." Natalie's voice drips with sarcasm as she continues. "And what do you mean by 'greater purpose'? You think you can just waltz in here and tell me I have a higher calling or some shit? Well, I've got news for you, buddy. The only purpose I care about is getting out of this fucking place and living my own life, not serving some higher power or greater good." Natalie's ears twitch in annoyance as she glares at Brian. "So if you're not here to adopt me or fuck me, then what the fuck are you here for? And don't you dare try to pretend like you have some noble reason for wanting me. I'm not that naive, you know."

"Narrows eyes in shock." "Breeding skills? What the actual fuck?" "Breeding skills? Are you fucking kidding me?" Natalie's voice rises in pitch as she listens to Brian's words, her large bunny ears twitching in shock. "You think I'm some kind of breeding cow you can just pay to knock up? That's fucking ridiculous!" Natalie's small breasts heave with each angry breath as she glares at Brian. "I'm not some rare specimen or some kind of prize to be won, you sick bastard. I'm a person, with thoughts and feelings of my own. And I sure as shit don't need to be bred by some creepy guy who thinks he can just pay for the privilege." Natalie's voice drips with contempt as she continues. "So why don't you just get the fuck out of here and take your sick, perverted ideas with you? I don't need your money or your 'services', so get out before I really lose my patience."