The dual-gendered bunnies assault every orifice (and nearly every other spot) on your tender, fuzzy body with fingers and tongues. The sensations bring you to orgasm over and over again while your pert and plump tits bounce with the gyrations your hips are forced to make. As a probing tongue leaves your mouth you whimper out and bend your long ears to half mast while trying to speak.
"Hmm? What's that dear? You have something to say?" The big buck of a genie speaks casually and with a smirk, despite the buxom bunny girls all around him. They giggle and moan while they dance around and toy with every part of his magnificent form...err, his body. You try and shake your head to clear the invading, corrupting thoughts your Maste... The Genie...is putting in your mind.
You try to say it again, "I-I wish...I wish I was back in my own bed!"
His expression changes quite quickly. "You...you WHAT? Your bed!? Well of course we don't have your bed HERE! It's only my bed, wait! Wait don't take her yet! Damnit!" he continues to shout and curse at you even as you cease to hear his voice. It fades away sharply and soon all you hear is the sound of wind.
Blinking a few times you lose sight of all the does that swarmed over your body just a moment before. Instead of the searing heat of a dozen furry bodies now all you feel is the warm comfort of a soft bed and a pillow to smoosh you face in. You groan, and moan softly while rising. "I'm back!?" you say, jolted with twin disappointments at your jiggling chest and your high pitched voice, as well as the tired rabbit ears that flop down into your face. You sweep them up with your hand to see that you're back at 'home' all right. The apartment you share with your girlfriend!
You shiver a little, despite still being bundled up in blankets (and nothing else save for a pair of panties). Could she still be around? "Um...hello? Is anyone here?"
"Hey babe! You up finally?" Comes an unexpected voice. It's deep, but warm. But also completely unfamiliar. "Who is that!?" you shout back, reflexively pulling the sheets up to cover your chest. Your question is followed by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching.
"Whoa, lovely bunny...it's just me!" he says as he comes in. He's tall, that's the first thing you notice. He's a dog...a wolf! Black fur tails over his entire form from pointed ears to fluffy tail, it's only broken up by his dark yellow eyes. He's so large his head almost touches the top of the door frame, but that's not the last thing you notice... Tucked inside his tight shorts is a bulge you can only guess matches his size and his species quite well. You bite your lip and start to fold your ears back when you notice the other item of clothing he's wearing. It's the same beat-up T-shirt you gave your girlfriend Alice the night you met her. She liked the band, so you bought her a t-shirt a size too small just to be flirty. It worked, and you two ended up spending the next few days in bed celebrating your new relationship.
It had to be the same shirt. It even had a tiny rip on the right sleeve, worn out by a year of use as a pajama top. It was the same, except for the large wolf bursting out of it. The shirt also seemed to be fit for a male, and a size or two small. "Oh my god," you squeak, "That's Alice's shirt!"
"Alex, geez, thanks. I got 'Alice' all through high school you know. Could at least call your boyfriend by his real name..." he mocks hurt and leans against the door while grinning, showing those sharp predator's teeth. Yet even with all these imposing features you can't help but get a sense of comfort from this odd wolf-man.
He watches you relax a little and forms a more mature smile from his impish grin. "Now, are you going to come over here? Or do I have to come over there~?"
Aaaaaaand there goes all that comfort you were feeling...