
You decide that going through the ghost might not be the brightest idea.
You grab your friend and with your shoulder first, dive into the door. What you thought was an impassable block of ice shatters on impact. You carry both of you tumbling down the cold hard steps. You hold the bunny close as you both roll into the first floor. You skid over the trail of ice left by the ghost and stumble out the door. You feel bruises all over, but take no time to turn around and stare as the ghost from the upper window disappears. You cling to your friend's arm, worried that the spectre will appear in the doorway and chase you out into the graveyard. Thankfully, the silence within the tower remains unbroken.
You catch your breath, lying down and staring up at the sky. A portion of the stars glimmering above you. You take in this moment to recount what has happened thus far, wondering just how you'll get home. Your mind wanders and you feel the ache of your journey settling in and you rub your eyes just how far you've made it.
You try your best to stand up, your legs bruised and cut and still shaking from the experience earlier. The bunny is face down in the dirt with his cracked glasses lying in front of him. You watch him heave and a sense of guilt lodges into your chest. Maybe if you had gone alone, this wouldn't have happened. You shake your head and attempt not to think of such negative thoughts. You peer down at him and for a moment, you realize the size of bunnies. You gulp; the feeling of dread and adrenaline rushing through your body is suddenly replaced with a lustful desire. You still see his semi-erect cock throbbing. Your null crotch aches and you feel yourself mentally preing. You place a hand down to feel the absence of your cock and slit. The silky rubber feels delightful under your touch and your knees buckle slightly as you press into it. The lack of physical stimulation is replaced with an intense sexual desire. You bit your lip while looking down at your voluptuous friend.
> Help the bunny up.
> Sit down for a moment.
> Let your lust be relieved.
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