Chapter 12: The Sex-Files (Part 1)

Mister Fox raised an eyebrow, staring at Chou Usagi with a mix of shock and confusion. The bunny was slumped in her seat twiddling her thumbs while avoiding eye-contact with her editor.

“So,” the fox cleared his throat, “you think you might be… pregnant?”

Chou sheepishly nodded. “Can I have my maternity leave now?”

Mister Fox rolled his eyes and pinched his furrowed brow. “That depends, Miss Usagi… How long do you think you’ve been with-child?”

“About eight hours.”

“Absolutely not.”

Chou slid off her chair and to the floor, utterly defeated. “Why not?” she groaned.

“An eight-hour pregnancy isn’t going to affect your work output.”

“This is so unfair,” Chou grumbled, hopping to her feet and turning to storm-off. “I risked getting pregnant for you, and this is how you repay me?!” she crossed her arms and began to walk to the door.

“H-Hey, wait a minute!” the editor blurted out. “The way you’re talking, you make it sound like we… uh…” He stood up, slamming his paws on his desk before adjusting his tie. “Ahem! …Why don’t you tell me why you think you’re pregnant?”

“Well…” the rabbit girl began, recalling the events leading up to eight hours prior.

 

Chou was sitting in her cubicle the previous day, anxiously watching the clock as the end of the workday approached. She had made little progress on her draft, but that didn’t matter too much. She was nearing the novel’s climax, in more ways than one. The sex scene – a narrative device in which sexual intercourse between two or more individuals advances the plot or else just serves to… “excite” the reader. For whatever reason, Chou didn’t feel comfortable writing such a scene in the workplace, so she planned to wait it out and finish at home.

Tick-tock! Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

Chou slouched in her chair with a combination of anticipation and impatience. She was nearing the deadline to finish her novel, but she only had roughly nine-thousand-four-hundred-and-forty-eight words worth of content left to write. In other words, her novel was about three fifths of the way to completion, and rapidly approaching the fourth fifth. At the rate she was going, the lagomorph would likely be able to finish her novel, and with about one week spare to boot! …Or, at-least she WOULD, if not for one thing…

As the wall-clock’s second-hand crossed from fifty-nine to zero, the minute-hand crossed from fifty-nine to zero and the hour-hand crossed from eight to nine, the rabbit girl hopped out of her swivel-chair, grabbed her jacket from her coat-rack and bolted to the exit. “See you suckers tomorrow!” she called back, as thoughts of how the Hell she was going to pull-off a sex scene flooded her brain.

“See ya tomorrow, Chou!” Fumihito called back, standing up off his chair a lot more casually than Chou did, and grabbing his umbrella from its resting place against his cubicle wall.

“Oh, Fumihito,” Chou smiled, “I forgot my umbrella, do you mind…?”

“It’s… not raining?” Fumihito said, scratching his head in confusion.

“I’ll explain as we walk,” the bunny said, her face turning slightly red.

 

“So,” Chou began once the two colleagues were alone, “you write erotic stuff sometimes, right?” Of-course, Chou knew the answer was “yes”, but she didn’t want to come off as a know-it-all fan of Fumihito Inugami’s novels.

“Uh, yeah, why?”

“I, um…” she stammered. “Can you give me a tip? Just a little tip?” she blushed.

Fumihito jumped back with shock, his fur turning bright red. “H-Here?! You want me to give you the tip?! And right in the middle of the street, to boot?!”

“Yeah, maybe you have a point,” Chou sheepishly said, placing her paws on his shoulders and backing him into the end of an alleyway. “Ok, that’s better, now nobody will bother us!” The rabbit leaned her face in close to Fumihito’s. “I’ll take your tip now, thank you.”

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The bunny’s ears jutted up as she felt something hard poking her body.

“W-Well, if that’s what you want,” the dog man blushed, reaching down and beginning to unbuckle his belt.

“WRITING! I WANT A TIP FOR WRITING!” Chou blurted-out, hopping back, blushing and waving her hands frantically at the site of Fumihito’s boxer shorts, as his pants fell to the ground.

“O-OH! A tip for writing erotica, yes, of-course!” Fumihito hurriedly pulled his trousers back up, hoping that Chou hadn’t noticed how… excited he was.

Chou breathed a sigh of relief, as she leaned against the alley wall to catch her breath. “Fumihito Inugami… I can’t believe you thought I meant… You thought I meant…”

“I-I’m sorry!” the man apologized. “I really thought you were asking me to, er, y’know?”

“I KNOW!”

…

The two colleagues didn’t say another word for the next few minutes. Chou awaited Fumihito’s writing advice as Fumihito waited until he regained his composure.

“Ahem!” the canine cleared his voice finally. “So, you wanna know how to write a sex scene?” he asked. Chou nodded. “May I ask you a personal question, Chou?”

“Shoot.”

“…Are you a virgin?”

Chou nonchalantly fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. “Yeah, why?”

“Ah, I see.” Fumihito paced up and down the alleyway a few times. “That makes things more difficult,” he mumbled. “Normally, I’d recommend writing from experience, but--”

“So, you’re not a virgin, then?”

Fumihito stopped in his tracks. “Uh, well, yeah, I am. So what?”

“Then how did you write the sex scenes in My Precious Ko?”

The dog man was busted. Either he hadn’t expected Chou to have actually read his books, or the inclusion of sex scenes had completely slipped his mind. It would be awkward if he told the truth – if he told Chou that those scenes were based on the kind of relationship he dreamed of having with the bunny girl – which left him in quite a pickle. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Fumihito hung his head in shame, his tail drooping in-between his legs as he nervously squeaked out a white-lie.

“P-Porn. I… was inspired by adult movies.”

Chou covered her bucktoothed mouth as she let out a little chuckle.

“WHAT’S SO FUNNY, CHOU?!”

“I’m sorry! I… I just didn’t take you for the type of guy who was into that kinda stuff!”

“W-Well, whatever! There’s my tip! J-Just text me if you need anything else! B-Bye!”

Putting his hands in his pockets, Fumihito withdrew coolly like a man who hadn’t just told his crush that he used pornography as inspiration for writing erotica. He exited the alleyway a changed dog. He knew his reputation in Chou’s eyes had likely been obliterated. He could only hope that his “advice” actually helped and that that was enough to satisfy the lagomorph.

To be continued…

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