<blockquote><div><cite>WolfFort wrote:</cite>Fort looks at them and suddenly feels like he is in charge of small sexy army of micro bunny girls. "Ok little Babses listen up. I need chocolate bunnies, and some volunteers to rub my foot pads. I have to warn you, some of you may end up as dessert."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>There were a few cries of "Promise?" but for the most part, the bunnies take in his tone, and with looks and grins and a few whispered words back and forth form up into squares and call out, "Yes sir!"<br/><br/>One group heads towards the chocolate bowl, the front row pairing up and linking hands together to form steps. The next row climb up, and jump, or dive, or roll in. They slowly sink into the chocolate, up to their necks, and not a few duck their heads under for a moment to get thouroughly coated.<br/><br/>The other group. head for his feet, and a couple climb up on his ankles, boosted by tothers. They straddle his ankles, and help others up, who stand on their shoulders to reach his toes and massage them. Others went round the front and kneltt or stood so thery could work on rubbing his footpads, not just with their paws, but with their bodies. Others held on, and supported the others, until it looked like Wolfort had a paitr of furry slippers.