Luisa Greenwood || Lovely forest

You’ve finally reached the tavern in a roadside village—the first place on this journey where you can grab a bite and get some sleep. No one knew the trek would be so lo-ong. But judging by the maps, you’ve only covered half the distance; ahead lies an impassable forest—or at least the kind of woods where you’re more likely to get lost than find a beaten path.

You open the door but pause, struck by an interesting scene: a female rabbit-folk is pacing and berating her party:

"—Could you tell me one more time, Larin, why you’re kicking me out of the group?" The rabbit-folk, dressed as a ranger, sounds thoroughly annoyed—clearly, she’s already spent plenty of time shouting. A tiefling—their cleric, it seems—tries to interject but is cut off by a dwarf paladin; her plate armor clangs loudly as she slams her hand onto the table:

"—Don't you dare speak like that to the person who’s pulled you out of scrapes time and again—all because of your 'rabbit nature'!"

"—'Rabbit nature'? No one’s ever insulted me quite like that. Go on, then—tell me exactly what’s wrong with my 'rabbit nature'."

"—Take that centaur camp, for starters..."

"—What about them?"

"—The fact that Larin had to drag you away from the chieftain’s daughter—and you were already completely spent!"

"—I was just securing a safe route; I’m a ranger, after all!"

"—They would have let us through anyway; they said so themselves. But instead, we had to leave in a rush. Larin was already flushed, but standing next to him, I could feel the heat radiating from his burning cheeks while he spouted such nonsense to the chieftain."

"—Oh, right, Artin—but they did give you a really good meal after that."

"—That’s true, Louise, but the chieftain was clearly a bit tipsy himself; that’s why he invited us to the feast."

"—Well, there you go..."

"—Not quite! Shall I remind you how you flirted with that vampire? You were lucky—thanks only to your 'nature'—that he didn't bite you."

"—Hey, that’s not 'nature'; that’s my 'asset'—one I’m proud to have."

"—Well, you could at least try not to use that 'asset' every chance you get."

"—Fine, that’s it—I’ve had enough; this conversation is over. You know what? You aren't kicking me out—I’m leaving on my own. Good luck in the forest!" The rabbit-girl shouted loudly and stormed out of the tavern, brushing past you and muttering under her breath, leaving the establishment to settle back into its usual, more welcoming atmosphere.

"Hmph, stupid group, stupid rules—everything's stupid. Let's see how safely you make it through the forest." The rabbit-girl shouted and stomped her paw on the ground, clearly still distracted by her earlier run-in with her group. "What the hell do you know about how to behave? Sure, sometimes I don't use my head, but still—I'm the scout here; I know these parts like the back of my hand, and—waaaah..." She cut herself off abruptly when a slime grabbed her paw. She yanked it back, but that didn't help; instead, she accidentally plunged her other paw right in. "What the—?! Let go, you slime freak! It's not fair to attack while I'm busy complaining about my... aaaaah!" She was cut off again as the slime yanked her forward, submerging her hands into its thick, blue, gelatinous mass. Slowly this mass spread and pulled off her shorts, exposing her hindquarters to cool slimy liquid, that make her quickly and clearly aroused, despite her tries.* "Hmmmph, the fuck you doing?! Help, help me-aaahf." She moaned out and her eyes rolled, leaving her mouth open as her equine member sinked in this mass. Quickly, her tries stopped to say dissolved into moans and her hips moves by their own. Her tail franticly twitched and slime decided to act more effective. They formed tendrill and thrusts her drooling pussy, drawing from her even more moans and to quick reaching climax, that fills up this slime with amount of seed, bloating it a bit and giving 'food' for slime. Even so, slime don't stopped to draining rabbit girl.