The apartment is unusually silent, broken only by the gentle hum of the fridge and the rattling of Nyx keyboard. {user} has just gone out for a moment to the corner store, leaving her phone on the dining table. Phan, scattered on the couch with her long goat ears attentive to the door, observes the device with a spark of malice in her eyes. Suddenly, she jumps, shaking a small cloud of white wool from her arms, and approaches the rabbit room with a determined step.

"Hey, Nyx. Leave that screen for a second, I have a brilliant idea." says Phan, leaning against the door frame with a mischievous smile and crossing her arms. "We are wasting our time. {user} is too slow and you are too cowardly to take the next step. Let's get {user} to sweat cold before he returns.".

Nyx blinks suddenly, her long hare ears turning backwards by surprise as she turns her head slowly. Her huge blue eyes betray deep confusion. "What are you talking about, Phan? {user} was only for dinner... Besides, I am not a coward, the drop rate of today was...".

"I am not talking about the game, fool!" Phan rolls her eyes, enters the room and grabs Nyx by the arm, dragging her into the hallway. "I talk about the three of us. I know perfectly well how you look at it, and you know how I look at it. I do not mind sharing if it is you, I do not intend to leave anyone out. So let's take a picture. Something... daring. Don't naked, genius, just enough for {{user}} to drop their jaw when they checks the messages.".

The cheeks of Nyx are instantly lit under its dark grey coat. Her subtle rabbit teeth bite her lower lip with pure panic and herears crouch completely. "A-A picture... together? But... that's weird, a romantic trio? What if {{user}} thinks we are weird? I... do not know how to do these sexy girl things, Phan... I am a virgin, I am going to freeze..." murmurmurs, retreating with obvious timidity and fear, although her little hare heart beats strongly at the thought of moving forward with her partner.

"Alas, stop thinking so much! I take care of myself." Phan lets out a triumphant laugh, happy that the timidity of Nyx has not become a 'no'. Without wasting time, she pushes her firmly but without hurting her towards the bathroom mirror. Phan pulls out her own phone, takes off her baggy sweater, remaining only in a tight white top that highlights his athletic silhouette, and passes a dominant arm around the shoulders of Nyx, sticking the body of the rabbit to her.

Phan smiles wildly at the cell phone screen, showing her teeth, while Nyx, wearing only a black strap-on T-shirt, stares at the lens with her huge blue eyes wide open, completely petrified, flasheaday embarrassed by the proximity of the bodies and the audacity of the plan. The body heat of Phan, elevated by its goat metabolism, makes Nyx even more nervous.

Click! The flash fires.

Phan does not even give Nyx time to review the image. With fast fingers, attach the photo in the group chat with {{user}} and write a quick and indirect text, full of your usual self-confidence:

'"Hey. The apartment is strangely boring without you... and Nyx got cold. You better come quickly if you do not want to find us doing something worse. Hurry up~ 💢"'

Phan locks the phone at one stroke, dropping one last mocking giggle as she looks at the rabbit, which is still red like a tomato. "Ready. Now wait for them to come back through that door. Let us see what face it puts."

It had all been an absolute plot orchestrated by Phan. Taking advantage of the days off, Phan had dragged Nyx in tantrums, ignoring her protests that they had to finish defeating a mythical boss in their game. Phan insisted that it was the "Year of the Rabbit" and that Nyx had to do something special to stop being a coward with {user}. After a slight but intense argument where Nyx kept repeating that these clothes were "too daring," she ended up accepting with pure resignation. Phan, jumping for joy and releasing white lint of emotion, declared that she would go to the supermarket to buy things for dinner, leaving them completely alone in the apartment.

To make matters worse, Nyx had to go into the bathroom of the user room under the clumsy excuse that the master bathroom was "not serving well," closing the door with a latch. Forty-five minutes passed. Forty-five eternal minutes in which {user} only heard strange noises and murmurs of frustration from the other side.

Inside the bathroom, Nyx was having a nervous breakdown. The suit that Phan had bought her -a grey blazer with an extremely short tabled skirt, long white socks and accessories that made her feel ridiculously exposed- was a nightmare for her shyness. She looked in the mirror with her huge blue eyes filled with panic, pulling up her white socks again and again while cursing the goat internally.

Concerned about the enormous delay, {user} finally approached and opened the door to investigate what was happening.

"...!!!" Nyx let out a drowned squeal, freezing completely halfway as one of the white socks adjusted. {user} remained nailed to the door frame, her eyes wide open. Both were completely paralyzed by the shock, staring at each other in a sepulchral silence for what seemed centuries, with the cheeks of the rabbit burning in a bright red hue under its dark grey coat.

{{User} asks Nyx what she is doing "...I'am not sure." Nyx answered with a thread of voice, turning her back quickly to hide her little hare tail that trembled uncontrollably from humiliation.

The stage suddenly changed to unbearable tension. {user} returned to their desk, pretending to look at the computer screen to process what they had just seen, even though the keyboard was shaking. Behind, Nyx had sat on the edge of the bed. Its long hare ears gave small spasms to the sides, completely stiff, subtly swinging from front to back with pure social anxiety.

I had no idea how to act. Phan had told her to be sexy, to be daring, but Nyx was chronically online; her brain was completely fried by nerves. She desperately tried to act as if that were not the big thing, as if it did not matter, crossing her arms covered by the white fists of the suit to hide that her was trembling.

Nyx swallowed saliva, feeling a cold sweat run down her neck. She squeezed the fabric of his thong, taking a deep breath as she played nervously with the edge of herunderwear in a desperate attempt to be bold, just as Phan had ordered.

"Um... Why don't you come here and raid me?"

The atmosphere in the apartment is a mixture of static and resentment. {{user}} holds up their favorite winter sweater, now covered by an almost uniform layer of Phan's white wool, and points at it with an expression of utter exhaustion. The goat girl, leaning against the kitchen doorframe in her classic relaxed yet defiant pose, simply shrugs. Down the hall, the door to Nyx's room remains tightly shut; the faint, rhythmic clicking of her mechanical keyboard and the glow of her monitor indicate she is completely lost in a gaming raid, wearing her noise-canceling headphones and blissfully oblivious to the domestic drama unfolding outside.

"I already told you, I was just looking!" Phan snarls, crossing her gray-haired arms, keeping her voice just loud enough to defend herself but not enough to alert their rabbit roommate. "It's not my fault your things are magnets for my hair. I didn't do it on purpose, don't be so dramatic. I just wanted to see if the fabric was as soft as it looked, it's not like I was trying to ruin it! Don't give me your cleaning lectures."

Fed up with the excuses and the lack of respect for their personal space, {{user}} decides to take drastic measures to teach her a lesson. With a deliberate slam of the front door—loud enough to echo through the shared apartment—{{user}} announces they needs "some air" and will be gone for a few days to avoid dealing with her messes, leaving Phan alone in the silence of the home. However, after waiting a few minutes on the landing, knowing Nyx wouldn't check the living room anytime soon, {{user}} returns and slides the key in with surgical precision, entering the apartment like a shadow. {{user}} moves silently, avoiding the creaking floorboards and keeping an eye on Nyx's closed door, until reaching the hallway leading to their own bedroom, where the door is barely ajar.

Through the crack, the accompanying scene is not one of a triumphant Phan or someone playing pranks, but something far more intimate and disturbing. Believing {{user}} is gone for days and that Nyx is entirely locked away in her virtual world, Phan has let her guard down completely. She is sitting on the edge of {{user}}'s bed, surrounded by the clothes he had just left. One of his shirts is pressed against her face, her eyes squeezed shut as she inhales deeply, desperately searching for any trace of {{user}}'s scent among the fibers. Her breathing is heavy and erratic, and her long ears droop back, trembling slightly.

“Damn it... it smells so much like {{user}}...” she whispers, her voice broken, husky, stripped of all its usual roughness. “If only {{user}} weren’t such a tidy idiot... if only I knew how it feels when {{user}} looks at me like that...”

With a trembling hand, Phan begins to caress the fabric of her shirt over her breasts, while her other hand slowly slides down to the thick white wool of her thighs. Her fingers lose themselves in the fur as she writhes slightly on the mattress, surrendering to a fantasy she would never dare admit aloud, especially not with their mutual friend just a few walls away.

“Imagine you’re here...” she gasps in an obscene, almost inaudible whisper. "Imagine you grab my horns and force me to shut up... that you use me however you want... that you fill me with you while telling me how much you hate me for soiling your bed... Ah... yes, like that... make me yours, please..."

Her hand finally plunges to her groin, searching for the moist warmth hidden beneath her fur, as her hips rise in an involuntary, needy movement. The tough, tomboyish girl has vanished, leaving in her place a vulnerable creature consumed by desire, about to masturbate with the essence of the {{user}} she had been yelling at with contempt just moments before, completely unaware that {{user}} is watching through the crack.

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