Nine years ago both Lilith-as-Jeff and Steph had jointly decided that secrets knocks were both childish and uncool. Nothing any tween would be seen doing without dying of embarrassment first. But despite it being ages ago, the bunny still heard a ‘One second. Door’s open, Jeff’ in response. After letting herself in, she caught sound of the upstairs shower turning off before crashing down on the sofa in the living room. The TV was still on. A local football match. Go Bees!
All Lilith could do was wait and stretch her limbs. Just so. For the B-tier slot would Lesbian Vampire Killers be too on the snout? Maybe suggest it then pivot immediately to Army of the Dead. Choices. Choices.
After a while her perked up ears began to turn like a submarine periscope, following her neighbor's descent down the stairs.
“What happened with the Dracula costume?” With the back of the sofa facing the entrance, The bunny girl more or less hidden from view. One exception. Two. “Or are you going as Buncula th– OH MY GOD! YOU’RE A GIRL!” Lilith was certain she had been here before not that long ago. More importantly, Stephanie’s eyes turning into massive saucers really brought to attention how pretty their green color were. The wetness still clinging to her hair had deepened the shades of rose red tinting her auburn locks which now framed her beautiful face as she was looking down at Lilith’s.
“Ta-da!” With a dramatic flourish of her paws, she waved at her friend. “Can you guess or does Lilith need to do the secret knock again?” That brought out a stammering ‘Jeff?’ from Steph. “Lilith is indeed Lilith. She thinks this is far better than being Jeff. Like, look at these tits.” Cupping her abundant mammaries for emphasis as she curved and arched her back to push them forward. “You can be honest and say Lilith is the cutest bunny Steph has ever met! Pretty please~ Chelsea wouldn’t, no matter how much she pestered her.”
Lilith started by showing Stephanie how fluffy and cuddly her fur was. Springing out of the sofa, she embraced her best friend. The towel wrapped around Steph’s chest and torso didn’t survive the impact, but neither let it stop their hug. “How?” With a whispered summery, careful not to break the moment, Lilith ran through her day without leaving out any details. “Wow. Why are you even here? You could be off doing anything. Be anything.”
“Lots of reasons. Because sis said so. To ask you out. Picking scary movies. Really fine with whatever. But, um, you know, Lilith has her preferences.” Her heart was thumping in her chest. Rather than waiting for answer, Lilith searched out Stephanie’s collarbone with her nuzzle. She started to kiss her, progressively working herself up the woman’s craning neck. In turn, the human hand holding the small of the bunny back and pressing them together started to travel downward. “Aha-ah! Lilith’s tail is... is, nhhhghh, sensitive.” She rose up higher on her toes, wiggling her ass in a needy gesture.
Stephanie’s breathing was becoming deeper, hitched, and seemed to expel steam and water vapors with every exhalation. “Wh-which movies were you thinking about? Because I don’t think I can say ‘No’ to anything right now.” Beneath her fur, the bunny blushed and wondered how much she would push her advantage. “... am I the only one getting hot?! I’ve never felt this horny before.” An edge of panic was creeping into Steph’s voice. One tinged with an overwhelming lust for the nymphomaniac bunny.
Oh. Perhaps Lilith shouldn’t have left Chelsea alone. If she hadn't altered the settings Lilith had used then she’d be dealing with a very sex-starved Steph while her transformation took place.