Beach Bunny (closed for Chaotic Love)

dragonrazor

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Garon Roarke had just purchased a large beachhouse to live in, on a long stretch of beautiful white sandy beach. He bought it because of its location, and the rumours of beach bunnies that visited year round. He hoped to see some babes in bikinis. Considering the type of girls he'd seen in college and in his old job, he would be glad to see some cuter women. It didn't take him long at all to move in, really. He'd had the entirety of his property in place in only a few hours. Now he was relaxing on the long porch that stretched out onto the beach, watching the sun as it set over the ocean. He'd not seen any ladies yet, and was about to give up and go inside, when he heard a soft, feminine voice from behind him.

"Hey, cutie, what's a guy like you doing all alone on a beach?"

He turned in the direction of the voice, and found himself face to face with a woman like none he'd ever seen before. She brought new meaning to the term beach bunny, as she was, in fact, a bunny, with silky lightbrown fur with shaved patterns as if she had tattoos on skin, and brilliant purple hair. She had a killer body too, crammed into a tight pink swimsuit of the kind seen in Cancun.
 
Sasha smiled at the man and winked at him slightly. "You gonna answer my question?" she asked as she ran a hand through her hair. He really was a cutie, she didn't even mind that he was gawking. Hell, she was used to it, name one talking bunny that wasn't. Her tail wiggled slightly at her backside as she watched him quietly and waited for answer.
 
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It took a few moments for him to realize she was talking to him. He cleared his throat, and looked away, thinking. Then he spoke cautiously. "Hi. I'm Garon. Are you a local resident?" He avoided the fact that she was a bunny, or that she was such a hottie.
 
"That I am," Sasha told him, "I live a few miles into town. I'm Sasha by the by...and you never did answer my question." She thought it was sweet the way he made sure not to keep gawking once he realized that he was doing it that didn't stop her from wanting him to look at her with the lust that he had in that first unguarded look.
 
Garon blushed, then turned to look at her, and took a deep breath before speaking. "I bought this place earlier today. So I decided to sit down and look at the sunset. What about you? What are you doing out here all alone, in a total bonepopper like that?" He motioned to her swimsuit.
 
Garon laughed, and stood up slowly. "Well, if you want something to drink, let me know."
 
"Would you mind if I came with you?" she asked as she saw that he was about to leave, she didn't want to be alone just then.
 
Garon blinked, looking at her. He seemed to war with himself. Then he shrugged, and smiled. "If you don't mind spending some time with a guy like me for company in a boring beachhouse." He started for the doors leading inside.
 
"What kind of guy are you that would make me not want to hang out with you?" she asked as she added in and maybe more in her mind.
 
Garon raised an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder. "Well, to be honest, I'm a bit of a pervert. I'm a bit weird too."
 
"But perverts are the best guys to hang out with," she told him, and then she focused, "Weird in what way?"
 
Garon blinked, looking at her, then grinned, and opened the door and stepped inside. He left the door open for her to follow if she chose to. He walked over to his computer, making sure to check his email and clear his history. He found himself hoping she would come in, and even better, just come, over and over again.
 
Sasha followed him into the house and asked again, "Weird in what way?" She was half afraid that he was going to say he liked kiddie porn or something.
 
Garon had just cleared his history when she asked the question. He turned to look at her. "Depends. You don't have any issues with seeing big horses violating cute little bunny rabbits like yourself, do you?"
 
"No. Why would I?" she asked, "Some of my best friends swear by the horse's..." She trailed off and let his mind finish it for her.
 
Garon raised an eyebrow, then grinned. "It's not the weirdest thing I've looked at, but there's no scenes with humans and furries in porn." He shrugged, and looked at her. "So what do you want to do?"
 
"NOthing really," she told him, "I was kind of hoping for the drink you offered earlier."
 
Garon nodded, smiling, and stood up out of the chair he was sitting in. Then he moved towards the kitchen. "What's your preference, Miss Sasha?"
 
"Anything but soda," she told him softly. The bubbles aways made her a little tipsy and if this was going to happen she wanted to be sober.
 
Garon laughed, and came out with a bottle of V8 Splash. "And why no soda?"
 
Sasha smiled and looked up at him, "It's like alcohol to me. Just one glass and I can't seem to keep my clothes on."
 
Garon raised an eyebrow, then grinned, and handed her the bottle of juice, before sitting down on the couch. "That wouldn't be such a bad thing. Well, not for me, anyways." His grin became teasing.
 
"You see but it's what I;d do next that you might have an issue with," she told him with a smile.
 
Garon looked at her, now thoroughly intrigued. "And what might that be, miss Sasha?"
 
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