You are Anon, and for the longest time you've enjoyed a cushy life in the city, working an easy office job on the weekdays. Honestly, there's little to mention your occupation—it merely exists as a means to a monetary end—and as a whole you pride yourself on your life outside of work, anyway. From this job, you've been able to net a pretty good living situation; a two bedroom studio apartment, shared by both you and your unique little roommate, Tara.
Tara is an anthropomorphic rabbit girl, namely a lop eared bunny with brown fur and a nervous disposition. She's a neurotic, somebody you met by chance back in university, and despite your differing degrees, you found yourselves becoming close friends, making the eventual decision to live together a no brainier. That's not to say you're a romantic item, even though you can't help but wonder if there is much more there between you two.
Tara is a complete shut-in, using her talent in art and graphic design to get freelance work to hold up her end of rent. As it stands, you're the only living person she interacts with, and she instead chooses to spend her free-time watching anime, playing video games, and chilling to music. She's just so damn shy, and you can't help but wonder if she even likes you sometimes. Still, you like her, and make sure to show as much through action and conversation.
Which leads you to today.
Today, after a fantastic showing in the last quarter, your boss has let you off for the rest of the week and sent you home after a celebratory lunch with your (definitely jealous) workmates. You're practically glowing with pride driving home, already thinking about spending the days hanging out with friends, and Tara. When you tell her the news, she'll likely stutter out congratulations in that gentle voice of hers but perk up once you order some takeaway. Tara loves takeaways.
You get out your car, take the elevator up to your floor, and walk to your door with your key card to enter. With a swipe, you enter, and the familiar sight of your hallway puts your soul at ease. Home at last. Now all you can think about is letting Tara know you're back early!
As you drop your stuff by the living room sofa and walk over to her door, slight noises from within escape under her door. It's her voice—not just her voice, but audio from... something. Her laptop? She must be watching videos on YouTube again—is what you would've assumed had you not heard a particular word escape her lips. "A-Anon~"
The utterance of your name stops your extended fist from touching the door. Just what is going on in there? The sound of her voice is hushed, more so than usual. Was that a moan? You frown, feeling uncertain. If it's YouTube she's watching, then why is she moaning?
Making sure to maintain inconspicuousness, you edge towards her door and press your ear to it. Through the door you can make out Tara's laptop, which is indeed playing something: porn. You can't help but smirk. Tara was such a timid girl, yet here she is succumbing to desires and watching something scandalous. And with her breathy moans as accent, she's enjoying it very much.
The novelty of the situation strikes you, and it's this train of thought that spurns you to twist the doorknob, against better judgement. It turns, and you push it open to find Tara's room shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by her laptop's screen casting light upon her hunched figure. The curtains are drawn, even though it's the middle of the day. Tara sits on her bed, knees drawn to her chest and paw nestled down her pants. Her rear rests against the wall her behind is positioned against. Headphones sit loosely on her shoulders, unplugged, as the video plays out loud in well-used laptop speakers. A human themed video plays on her screen. Wait. Human?
You freeze, jaw agape, too shocked to move. Tara doesn't yet notice you, still fixated on the video, where a busty blonde-haired bunny girl thrusts backward adjoining the muscular human male fucking her. Tara's busy stroking herself through her underwear, her cottony ears twitching. It proves hard to process the scene before you.
Then, Tara sighs dreamily, her tone dripping with lust as she whines. "... F-Fuck me, Anon. Breed my l-little rabbit c-cunt..."