"How would I fuck you~?" Frisk ponders, looking at Hariet. "Well... in a field of flowers, pinned down and fucking you until you're well and truly bred... That's what bunnies are known for, isn't it~? Getting bred~"
Tell my muse how you'd fuck them. Tell them your fantasies. Make them horny, flustered--make them need you.
“H-hey, I ain’t just some bunny, I’m a Broodal! You can’t go assuming that just cause bunnies are into breedin’ a lot that means I am too.
And…even if I was, and that idea sounded real nice…that doesn’t mean you’d be able to handle me, anyway!”











