CarrionMan19
10-30-2007, 06:23 AM
I was walking to the local tarven until I saw this shop that had a bold PET STORE written across the top. I haven't noticed this store before, but then again I haven't walked down the route that I did either. Just out a random source of curiousity, I entered the store. I didn't see any pets anywhere. Maybe it was some other business altogether. I approached the counter.
"Hey, um... I'd like a 'bunny'"
"OK, that's 1 'bunny'. Here's your application form. Just fill it out and bring it back to us at anytime, and... we'll deliver it"
I took the form home with me and looked at it. Some of the options were pretty normal, but others were absolutely ridiculous. The most ridiculous one, among skin tone and breast size and all that bullshit was penis size. I looked at the small print just below it. We will not accept 0 for penis size? Crud. I tried to outsmart the staff by making up figures on the top of my head.
I returned the form that day and went back home. I was looking for some stuff when the doorbell rang, in which case I found out that they delivered my 'bunny', which I happened to name Yakima, as an attempt to fool the staff because I made that name up on the fly. Yakima was a beautiful white girl (if you can even call her that) for a 20-year-old, as stated on a tag on her bunny suit. She was 6' 3" tall, weighing in at 144 LBS, with 38DD cup tits and a 13" dick, also stated on the tag. Exactly what I wanted... according some pieces of paper with rubbish writing on it that they called an application form, that is. I thought that this was going to bite me in the ass sooner or later
"Hi. You must be Yakima?"
"That's me. Hey, I didn't catch your name, what was it again?"
"Dick Jones"
"So... this is your house? It looks wonderful"
"Um... yeah it is. My friend bought it for me"
"Really, and there's no-one home?"
"No, I'm living by myself at the moment"
Which was good, because I didn't want anyone to know that a naked tranny came to my door and offered to rape someone. I thought 'What the hell, I'll just chuck it in and get on with my life, how hard can it be?'
"You must be getting cold. Come inside"
"Thank you"
"Don't mention it"
Yakima looked around the house while I got the fire going. She loved the look of it. She must've been glad that my friend Daryl bought me this place for property investment. Yakima came to me, with an innocent look on her face. Some innocent 'bunny' she was. I didn't know what to expect.
"Hey, I've got to tell you something"
"What is it"
"You know that 'pet store' that you walked into earlier"
"Yeah... what about it?"
"It's not really a pet store"
I figured that much when I entered the store, but Yakima still maintained that innocent look on her face. It was almost like she wasn't to blame for the set-up those sleezeballs of staff pulled off.
"Hey, um... I'd like a 'bunny'"
"OK, that's 1 'bunny'. Here's your application form. Just fill it out and bring it back to us at anytime, and... we'll deliver it"
I took the form home with me and looked at it. Some of the options were pretty normal, but others were absolutely ridiculous. The most ridiculous one, among skin tone and breast size and all that bullshit was penis size. I looked at the small print just below it. We will not accept 0 for penis size? Crud. I tried to outsmart the staff by making up figures on the top of my head.
I returned the form that day and went back home. I was looking for some stuff when the doorbell rang, in which case I found out that they delivered my 'bunny', which I happened to name Yakima, as an attempt to fool the staff because I made that name up on the fly. Yakima was a beautiful white girl (if you can even call her that) for a 20-year-old, as stated on a tag on her bunny suit. She was 6' 3" tall, weighing in at 144 LBS, with 38DD cup tits and a 13" dick, also stated on the tag. Exactly what I wanted... according some pieces of paper with rubbish writing on it that they called an application form, that is. I thought that this was going to bite me in the ass sooner or later
"Hi. You must be Yakima?"
"That's me. Hey, I didn't catch your name, what was it again?"
"Dick Jones"
"So... this is your house? It looks wonderful"
"Um... yeah it is. My friend bought it for me"
"Really, and there's no-one home?"
"No, I'm living by myself at the moment"
Which was good, because I didn't want anyone to know that a naked tranny came to my door and offered to rape someone. I thought 'What the hell, I'll just chuck it in and get on with my life, how hard can it be?'
"You must be getting cold. Come inside"
"Thank you"
"Don't mention it"
Yakima looked around the house while I got the fire going. She loved the look of it. She must've been glad that my friend Daryl bought me this place for property investment. Yakima came to me, with an innocent look on her face. Some innocent 'bunny' she was. I didn't know what to expect.
"Hey, I've got to tell you something"
"What is it"
"You know that 'pet store' that you walked into earlier"
"Yeah... what about it?"
"It's not really a pet store"
I figured that much when I entered the store, but Yakima still maintained that innocent look on her face. It was almost like she wasn't to blame for the set-up those sleezeballs of staff pulled off.