Your Very Own Chocolate Rabbit [TSElephant & Lustful Bride]
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				Title: <strong>Your Very Own Chocolate Rabbit [TSElephant &amp; Lustful Bride]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TSElephant</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 22:55:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WNX64a8.png)</div>As I stand before you, I wear only five things: a pair of black slacks, just tight enough to both put my body on display and maintain good taste, a similarly tasteful and tight shirt, a simple, yet elegant leather collar with a golden buckle, a confident facade, a the subtlest hint of trepidation and nervousness behind my cloudy-sky blue eyes. I personally feel as though I'm quite pleasing to the eye, but that is, of course, for my owner to decide.<br><br>My digitigrade feet are planted immediately next to each other, pressing my powerful, yet supple legs tightly against one another, complimenting my exceptionally well-trained posture to bring me up to my full height of 5'2"... Ears excepted. My arms are held comfortably and formally behind my back, helping me maintain that impeccably straight spine and lifting my strong chest up and forward.<br><br>After a few moments of silence, allowing me to observe my owner's quiet curiosity and what I detect as the slightest hint of confusion, I put my teacher's instructions to use, and begin to speak. This will be the only time I speak to my owner without being spoken to first, unless she gives me permission to do otherwise. "Good afternoon, madam." My voice is a soft, smooth baritone, reminiscent of a perfectly tuned, masterfully played cello.<br><br>"My name is Alexander Lago, though you may give me any name you desire. I have been delivered to you as a gift from a friend who has elected to remain anonymous."<br><br>"Though I would choose to be more humble than to proclaim my own value, I am instructed to inform you that I come to you from Adelin Langerhan's Masterwork Servants, and that I am a product of the Elite Platinum class. To expound upon this information, this means that I represent fifteen years of intensive and rigorous training, that I am unquestioningly obedient, highly flexible and malleable to meet any and all of your needs or desires, and, to paraphrase Madam Langerhan, as well as multiple reviews by highly esteemed professionals, that I am without a doubt unsurpassed by any other in terms of quality."<br><br>"The individual who sends me to you as a gift has requested that I inform you of two things. Firstly, they wish for you to know that they recognize that you generally prefer not to keep servants, but that they insist that you take full advantage of my services. To quote them, they state that doing so would be 'more than enough thanks for such a remarkable show of generosity.' Secondly, they desire that I inform you that I am 'completely untainted by carnal knowledge, both physical and mental.' I admit with some regret that I do not understand this message, and therefor cannot further explain it, but I have been assured that such a trait can be seen as highly desirable."<br><br>I give a subtle nod before I finish my introductory speech. "In conclusion, if you have any questions for me at all, you may ask them at any time, as is your right as my Master. And of course, I am ready to begin my service to you whenever and however you see fit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Your Very Own Chocolate Rabbit [TSElephant &amp; Lustful Bride]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>17-05-2016, 01:31:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/004/8/7/pinup_2013_01_04_by_jollyjack-d5qflvi.jpg)</div><br>Jennifer couldn't believe her eyes as she watched the Handsome bunny man before her eyes. The latest, top of the line Bioroid. The best that technology could make, and that money could buy. An intelligent animal, made to the specifications to be the ultimate servant, bodyguard, or sexual lover, for humanity.<br><br>The rabbit had appeared at her doorstep and graciously asked if he could come in. And then proceeded to turn her world upside down by introducing himself and everything about him might as well have been like catnip for her. Whoever sent him to her knew exactly what they were doing. <br><br>"So you will obey...<em>any</em> instruction I give you? No matter how odd or...personal?" Jennifer asked the rabbit man, fighting off the urge to stroke his fur for hours and hours on end. She knew exactly why this Bioroid had been sent to her at her home in the middle of the night, only an hour after she got back from work. Someone who worked under her was looking for a raise, or maybe even a promotion. There were any number of people who could have gifted this handsome lagomorph to her and she knew exactly why. She had let it slip more than once that she had a fear of having sex with others, from fear that they were plants for industrial espionage, or that they were just out for money. <br><br>But now here before her was a rabbit, one of the models known for its sexual drive, as if someone wanted to help her scratch her itch. She felt almost as if she was about to melt right through her panties at that moment and then cleated her throat further. <br><br>"Alright then...I want you to strip completely down and....f..flex your muscles for me." Jennifer asked, her heart already racing and her face getting a faint blush upon it as she hoped to see what the rabbit had to offer for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Your Very Own Chocolate Rabbit [TSElephant &amp; Lustful Bride]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TSElephant</strong> on <strong>17-05-2016, 02:53:54</strong>
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				Hearing my owner speak for the first time, I'm suddenly aware of the shock and surprise she must be feeling. I knew such a reaction was possible, yet somehow I hadn't expected it. What I had <em>no</em> way of knowing to prepare for was the desire... Hesitant desire, finely woven into her voice.<br><br>To her first question, I merely give a nod of confirmation. Just as any of my kind are, I am gifted with free will, but the urge to serve, the pleasure to be found in pleasing another, is built in, and incredibly potent.<br><br>When her first command comes to me, for just a split second I start to take a step towards her. It's not uncommon for a Master to desire help with dressing and undressing, and comfort with being in the presence of nudity is something which I have trained well for. But as I fully understand her command, I halt my action, and immediately begin to comply, this time correctly. As I calmly unbutton my shirt, revealing black undershirt bit by bit, I focus on maintaining my calm, cool, and collected exterior, even as my inner mind is in a flurry. I have <em>never</em> been trained on how to be nude in the presence of my master. I don't know the protocol, the standard procedure, the etiquette involved... I so desperately hope that I can perform well in these moments, so early into my service.<br><br>It's not long before my resolve to maintain my professional exterior is put to the test, each piece of my clothing (aside from my collar) folded neatly and laid in a tidy stack upon the floor beside me. Now then... To flexing. Why she wants this of me is a mystery at first, but I quickly come to the conclusion that she must want to see for herself that I'm fit and capable of whatever heavy labor she might have planned for me. In that case, I'll give her a piece by piece demonstration of my fitness.<br><br>I take great care to move step by step down along my body, tightening and relaxing each muscle group one by one. Admittedly, I'm not quite so obviously powerful as some of my classmates had been, such as Keith Equus, the Clydesdale, but all the same, my shoulders are well defined, and my biceps and triceps cut and strong. My chest and stomach are deceptively strong, as I demonstrate by lacing my fingers behind my head and tightening up my pectorals and abs, bringing out their taut ripples and solid build.<br><br>When I reach my hips, a touch of color rises in my cheeks, despite my greatest efforts. Nestled between my legs is my... my masculine equipment. In comparison with other lagomorphs such as myself, I know that my sheathe is more plump and soft in appearance, and along with the globes below, is above average in size. I owe my atypical strength for my species in part to the plumb-sized orbs I possess, which give me an extra boost of testosterone.<br><br>But I'm sure my master is not a urologist, and even if she were, she's asked for an introduction to my muscles, not to my manhood, and so I quickly continue. I turn to face away, and flex my lats, showing the strong 'V' that is so often overlooked in fitness. This leaves only my most powerful limbs; my legs.<br><br>I deftly balance on just one foot, and with perfect control I slowly lower myself to a deep, one-legged squat, so low that I very nearly sit down on the floor. While it would be easy to simply spring back up to standing position, I instead take the time to slowly rise to my full height over the course of nearly 10 seconds. Effortless. Without hesitation or the slightest difficulty, I repeat the action with the other leg, and finally turn back to face my Master. "Is there anything I have missed, Madam? Shall I repeat anything for you?"
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