The Tracy family led a rather humdrum life without a lot of surprises or excitement. Ron Tracy, the patriarch, had been a carpenter and handyman for fifteen years, ever since he met and married his wife Heidi. Their four children made their lives fulfilled, yet kept them from enjoying the fancy vacations and luxurious trips others always seemed to afford. Recently, the pair had begun resenting their situation.
On Friday, their oldest daughter, thirteen-year-old Angie, stormed into the house, tossed her backpack on the kitchen table, and sat down to pout.
"What's wrong, dear?" asked her mother.
"Tiffani Rogers was bragging about how she and her family are going on a cruise to Australia next month. Everyone was fawning over her, asking for souvenirs or selfies or whatever. It is so sad she has to get attention that way."
Heidi put her arms around her daughter. "I'm sorry we don't have the means to do anything that spectacular. I always dreamed about seeing the world or eating in the best restaurants or hobnobbing with celebrities. But unless we won the lottery or some other contest, we'll have to make do with being a loving family."
The two commiserated over two cups of hot chocolate when the other three Tracy children arrived from school. "Mom, you'll never guess what was in the mail," screamed an excited Tammy Tracy. The eleven-year-old waved an envelope colored red, white, and blue around like a broncobuster's hat as he rode his steed.
"I take it you mean that piece of mail," said her mother.
"Oh, you guessed," said Emmy Tracy, the youngest at eight.
"It's from the Bijou Theatre," said Tammy's twin brother Tommy. "It's about their grand re-opening."
"Oh," said their mother in a matter-of-fact tone. "You want to go to that run down movie theater. You know it's much cheaper to wait until the movie comes on television."
"But it's a special invitation," said Tammy. "I think we won tickets or something to their first night."
"Let's see it," said their skeptical mother grabbing the envelope from her daughter's hand. "Invitation…first night…special…" She put the envelope down on the table. "It looks to me like just another attempt to get us to buy something we don't need. Besides, do you think this family could settle on one single movie to watch together?"
"But, Mom," pleaded Tommy.
"I'll let your father deal with this when he comes home. Now you four head up to your rooms and do your homework. Maybe you'll make something of yourself someday if you get an education. And then you won't be taken in by shady advertising in colorful envelopes."
Ron Tracy put the letter down on the kitchen table with a look of disbelief on his face. "I've read this letter three times. Heidi, I think we won six passes to the opening night of the Bijou."
"We won? Did we even enter the contest?"
Ron shrugged his shoulders. "I don't remember entering a contest. But it's right here in black and white. We are selected to be in their test audience for the opening night. All we have to do is bring this letter and show up at the box office next Friday."
His wife let out a big sigh. "So what film do we have to sit through?"
"That's the best part. They are testing what they call a personalized projection platform. We get to pick what we want to see. We aren't stuck having to watch what everyone else watches. It's the wave of the future, and we are in the selected few to test it out."
Heidi hadn't seen her husband so excited since she told him she was pregnant with the twins. (Their last child had been more of an accident and hardly cause for celebration. But that's another story.)
"I suppose we can go," she said. "What does it cost?"
"Nothing. That's the best part. The Bijou is going to pick up the cost of tickets and everything."
Heidi stared at her husband. "Well, it has been a while since we spent a night out. And you can't argue with the price. All right."
As she said those words, four cheers came from the staircase from their eavesdropping children.
Friday night came, and the Tracy family headed for the old theater in the middle of downtown Harriston. Like most of the other buildings, the Bijou Theatre had been thriving years ago, but fallen into disrepair as the malls and cineplexes took over. On most nights, Harriston rolled up the sidewalks at six o'clock. The town fathers hoped that the re-opening of the Bijou might reverse that trend.
Ron was a bit surprised that a line stretched out from the box office. That hadn't happened in decades. Perhaps his family wasn't as special as he thought.
"This is so exciting," squealed Tammy. She bounced around with her blonde ponytail swishing to and fro. She wore her best tee shirt, the yellow one with kittens curled up together. It was a bit tight across her chest though she decided not to wear her new training bra. She was still getting used to the uncomfortable straps. She chose her short jeans shorts because the theater might be rather warm and uncomfortable.
"Whatever," said her twin brother. Tommy hid any excitement he might have behind his facade of coolness. He donned his bad boy persona mostly to practice for being sought after by middle school girls in another year. Even his grungy tee shirt and faded jeans looked like he just rolled out of bed.
"Act like you've been to the theater before," advised Angie. The oldest girl chose to wear her bulky gray sweatshirt and jeans to hide her body. She was always a bit embarrassed by her small pair of tits and wanted others to speculate they were bigger.
"I hope they have a bunny movie," said little Emmy. The eight-year-old had a fascination about rabbits ever since her friend Chelsea brought one to show and tell. Her light, almost white hair had been cut shorter and shaped by her mother. Emmy wanted it to grow longer so she could have a ponytail like her sister, but so far, she lost that battle. She also fought the baby fat that showed off as bumps when she wore her rather tight, hand me down clothes. Some of the boys chased after her teasing her to see her titties. She wished that just once her mother would let her buy something new for wearing around home instead of just spending money for school clothes.
They stood there, surveying the crowd to see if they knew anyone. The kids pointed out a few classmates, but none were worth bragging to about winning the contest.
"Hi, Angie," said a pimply-faced boy in an official-looking usher uniform who popped up from behind the line. "I see you accepted the invitation."
The teenage girl blushed when her classmate called her by name. "Oh, hi, Brian. I didn't know you'd be here."
"Yeah. My father and uncle bought the place. That's the only way I'd get a job like this." He glanced down at the clipboard in his hand. "Since you are winners, you can skip the line and go right in to your exclusive reserved box seating. Just follow me."
The Tracy family jumped out of the queue and waddled after the usher like a line of ducks with enthusiastic little Emmy leading the way.
"Who's your friend?" whispered Heidi in her oldest child's ear.
"Nobody, just Brian," answered Angie. "He's a dweeb who thinks he needs to gawk at me during class. Kinda creepy."
"And he seems rather nice," said her father, a bit too loud for her taste.
"Well, he's… I guess he's all right." The seventh grader didn't want to mention he had been helping her most of the year with her Algebra and Earth Science homework. He was one of the smarter kids in the class, but a bit shy.
The family entered the brick building through a side crash door, only to be greeted by another usher, this one female. "Hello. Welcome to the new and improved Bijou Theatre." The perky blonde with the too white for being natural smile stared right at Ron while she said it.
It was the father's turn to blush. "Ah… we're the… Tracy… ah, family," he stuttered. Pretty sixteen-year-olds had that effect on his brain.
"I thought so. I'm Julie, your primary guide for your adventure. I see you already met Brian. We will be accompanying you during your evening to remember."
Ron's tongue almost rolled out of his mouth. Only a punch from his wife kept him in check.
"I was going to have them seated right away," said Brian.
"Good idea," said the girl who looked at her own clipboard. "Box 7A is all ready for them. I'll meet you down there in a few minutes to get the final connections done."
Disappointed that Julie wasn't with them, Ron followed his family into the corridor leading to the large auditorium area. "I remember coming here with my father when I was Emmy's age. We saw cartoons and some nature film. I remember being bored with the feature so I kept flipping the seat in front of me up and down with my foot. And after I got yelled at by the people in that row, I put my feet on top of the seat. The people behind me yelled at me for that too. I wasn't allowed back after that."
Brian led them through another door and into the main room. Instead of being populated with row after row of tiered seats, the room had a maze of black enclosures about six feet high and open to the ceiling.
"That's… different," muttered Ron. "Where the heck are the seats?"
"Welcome to the new futuristic 3P theatre," said Brian. "My father says it will put any old-style movie theaters to shame." He continued down an aisle and onto a structure just in front of the stage. "Here we have your box, 7A."
"Aren't we a bit close to the screen?" objected Heidi.
Brian chuckled as he unlocked a hidden door. "That's the nice part," he replied. "Every seat affords the viewer a perfect view."
He opened the door and the family peeked inside. There they saw eight chairs, six of which were luxurious recliners in two rows of three, and four black walls.
"I don't think we can see the screen through that wall," said Heidi as she pointed at the wall toward the stage.
"Have no fear," replied Brian. "With 3P, there is no screen, per se. The entire experience is personal. You will be receiving individual Virtual Movie Screens to wear." He held up a device that looked like a stiff blindfold. "As for the audio, you get a device that plugs in your ear canals. Voilà. Stereoscopic sound, just like you were in the middle of the action."
"Have you tried this?" asked Angie nervously.
The usher nodded. "For the last three months, all of the ushers have been extensively testing the systems, just to make sure they perform perfectly. It was like nothing I experienced before. Trust me."
While the parents exchanged a worried glance, the three younger kids flopped down on the lower row of recliners. "I like this," declared little Emmy as she played with the up and down switch for the leg support.
In the middle seat, Tammy put the recliner all the way back so she was looking up into the ceiling. "I want one of these for my bedroom. It's more comfy than my bed."
"Chicks would just love this," said Tommy as he sat beside his twin. The remark drew a slap on the back of his head from his mother.
"Well, I say let's give it a try," said Ron who settled in behind his son. "It is a free trial after all."
Resigned, Heidi flopped into the center chair just as Angie took the recliner closest to the exit door. "Can other people see into our box?" asked the mother.
"Theoretically," said Brian. "But they will all be in their own recliners viewing their own movies. And the room will be pitch black. I don't think you have anything to worry about."
The usher looked at the other family members, none of whom appeared the least bit nervous. "Before you get too comfortable, I need to inform you of the only real flaw in the system. It will get hot in the room after the entire audience is seated. There's something about the air circulation we still have to work out. So you might want to remove any heavy clothing." He looked right at his classmate in her gray sweatshirt as he said this.
"Oh, all right," she said as she pulled the bulky garment over her head. Luckily, she had her silky smooth tank top underneath. The only problem was the color, white, and the material, very thin and clingy. Had it been anyone else, she would have died of embarrassment, especially as the cool air made her almost exposed nipples start to pucker under the satiny fabric. But it was the dweeb Brian. He didn't really matter.
The usher had to pull himself away as the family adjusted their chairs. He opened a secret panel and extracted six wires from inside. "These are the special sensors to gauge your reaction to what you watch. Don't worry. It doesn't hurt at all. It just goes on your finger like this." He placed the sleeve over each index finger before plugging it into the console on the recliner. He spent a little more time adjusting the one on Angie, using the time to thoroughly study her perky little titties. The sight brought a sly smile to his face as well as a moment of satisfaction to the girl. Obviously, he found her attractive.
With the wire securely in place, the usher retrieved and distributed the wireless audio receiver units, allowing the participant to adjust the volume. Then came the blindfolds. Each had to be adjusted with the strap secured behind the head.
With the family outfitted in their high-tech equipment, Brian prepared to step out for a bit. "Watch the previews," he said. "The reactions you have are key as to what movie you will watch. The sensor will relay your results to the computer which will provide the perfect personal entertainment. Don't worry. I will be back before your films start."
With that, he stepped through the door, leaving the family to enjoy their prize.
Back in the projector room, now turned into a control room, the light for box 7A lit up. "Looks like we got that family settled in," said the balding man in a white lab coat. "Whose assignment is that?"
Julie held up her hand. "They're mine," she said appearing a bit different since greeting the Tracys. Her usher uniform had been replaced by a completely black skin-tight catsuit. "Are they ready?"
"Not yet," said the man with the bad toupee. "We just started the previews when my son closed the door. He has five minutes to change before we start the subliminal messages. You can head out then."
"Thank you," said the girl. She could feel the aphrodisiac given to the female ushers starting to make her horny. "I think the little girl likes bunnies."
"Pick up the rabbit puppet when you leave," said the first man. "My nephew would probably forget it. He did have the hots for the oldest girl, expressing an interest in her being in the first batch of volunteers. Keep an eye on him. We don't want anything invalidating the experiment."
"I understand." She turned on her earwig and gave the thumbs-up signal that it was working.
"We are getting some very interesting readings from 7A," said the second man. "I think you might be in luck. They seem quite susceptible to being programmed. Go find my son and make the Tracy family satisfied customers."
Julie flashed her white smile and headed out the door. She made her way backstage to the dressing room where Brian was just squeezing into his latex suit.
"I think I need more powder," he said. "How do you keep it from chaffing?"
"I don't," she said with a sly grin. And the two waited for the house lights to go down. It felt like forever.
"Teams, move out. Operation Entertainment is a go."
Julie and Brian grabbed their goggles and ventured out into the theater. They found it bathed in blackness until their eyewear changed it into an eerie green. The infrared lighting was working beautifully.
Brian unlocked the door to 7A, and the pair entered. They quickly removed the finger sensors from the six and then sat in the unoccupied chairs to await the next set of instructions.
Almost like ghosts, the six Tracys sat up in their recliner and started to remove their clothes. Brian remembered the first time he heard that command come over the audio unit, he was surprised. He turned toward Angie who had removed the tanktop and was sliding her shorts and panties down her legs. Even in the weird light, his classmate looked beautiful.
Once nude, the six Tracys returned to their previous posture, unaware they had done anything.
"Apply cuffs."
Quickly, the pair spread the legs of the viewers. The ankle cuffs would prevent the family member from accidentally getting off the recliner when the ushers were predisposed. As foolproof as the system seemed, there was always a chance of an error.
Brian hooked up the two younger girls before turning his attention to his classmate. Angie proved a bit of a problem as her legs twitched, making it difficult for the young usher to catch the spasming limbs. He finally grabbed one ankle and applied the Velcro fastener. The other leg fought to retain its freedom, but he knew a trick.
The usher ran his middle finger up her exposed slit, giving it just enough pressure to tickle the lips. The flailing leg froze for a second, just enough to allow him to capture the appendage. He quickly linked the cuffs to the hidden recliner hooks.
"I wonder what's going on," whispered Brian to his fellow usher.
Julie shrugged as she attached the wrist restraint for the older woman. It turned out that Heidi would be getting a special treat during her movie. With the mother securely bound, the girl returned to the father and son. Each received attention to their cocks, getting them primed for later.
With the Tracys ensconced in their recliners, the pair of ushers took their seats again.
Angie Tracy was running from several zombies in the middle of a dilapidated movie theater. She knew it was a movie called Teenage Zombie Sluts. And that she had a starring role, even though she couldn't see herself. She usually didn't like first person point of view films, but this one seemed so realistic. The best part about zombies was her ability to outrun and outthink them. So far, she had only screamed a few times while never being in great danger. That led to the theater.
Since she had not met anyone not rotting flesh, she hoped her knight in shiny tinfoil would show up to save her. Being a typical teen horror movie, there had to be a hunky hero about to show up to have the big love scene only to be interrupted by the zombies so the two lovers have something to live for.
As if on cue, the handsome usher grabs the hand of the unseen heroine and whisks her off to the projection booth. Having no other motivation than lust, the usher rips off his clothes and begins to shower her body and especially her perky little breasts with kisses. He then ran his finger through the nether valley of the girl to calm her. It felt so real when he did.
Hmm, the heroine was already naked? That was a twist Angie hadn't seen coming. Oh well. Go with the flow.
She laid back onto the projection room casting couch and spread her legs. The now-naked projectionist presented his "projector" worthy of one of her father's dirty magazines. Closing her eyes, she could almost feel him pushing into her body. The quick pain dissipated and became pleasure. She felt her heart beating faster, knowing that more than likely a zombie would break into the room just as they climaxed together. Melodramatic, but so predictable.
Unexpectedly, the projectionist flooded her inner regions without incident. Angie quivered and then thrashed about in her best climax in a long time. As she recovered, she stayed in the post-coitus glow looking up at her tinfoil lover, expecting a scene cut so she could breathe again.
"My goodness," whispered Julie. "That was intense."
Shaking from his activity, Brian alighted from the recliner, his flaccid member still covered in the shiny natural lubricant. "It was. But that was only the first one."
He sat back in his chair, trying to catch his breath. What would be next?
Tammy Tracy ran out toward incoming wave. She always loved visiting the ocean, especially the gooey sand squishing between her toes. She couldn't believe she landed on Beach Blanket Bimbo, portraying the preteen sister of the Queen of the Beach Scene. As a princess, she was free to do anything or wear anything. For that matter, she didn't even have to wear a bathing suit. She was free to show off everything, even her belly button.
From out of the distant sand bar came six leather-clad tough guys on their bicycles. They had to be tough because they wore no pants and had skinny little bicycle seats. Tammy knew the leader of the pack was the sworn enemy of her sister, calling himself the King of the Beach Scene. This cliche was leading toward trouble, culminating with a dance off to claim the beach.
But there was one bright spot. Tommy, her twin, had become the leader's beta wolf. If only she and he could somehow create a truce. But how could they with all the people around?
Night fell on the beach and only a humongous bonfire kept the two groups separated. Tammy sent word to the other group to have Tommy meet her behind the grass shack. At the same time a message came from the other side to meet under the wooden pier. Torn, Tammy discarded her original idea, venturing to the pier. There she found the leader waiting to capture her.
Unbeknownst to Tammy, the Queen followed through on the rendezvous, coming face to face with Tommy behind the grass shack. She talked the boy into abandoning the pack and staying with her.
At the pack's campsite, Tammy proposed staying with them, allowing her to prepare them for the upcoming dance battle. To let the girl join the pack, she has to undergo the rite of devourment where the leader eats the new member out. As he brings her to a monumental climax, he loses himself and mates with the young princess, making her his bitch forever.
At the other campsite, Tommy undergoes an induction ceremony where the Queen sucks the cock of the studly wolfling, causing him to spray his seed on her, marking her as his own.
With the dance battle looming, the two leaders with their new mates call a truce to let these two bust moves to settle the argument. The twins decide to perform the forbidden dance, breaking from the previous mating to become incestuous lovers. They end the battle for the sand by joining in a sixty-nine, a mutual position to show neither as the victor.
"Whoa," said Julie as she wiped the sweat from her brow and cum from her hair. "Do you think we'll make it through the whole family?"
The tired Brian only nodded. After all they were halfway home.
Ron Tracy sat in his office, staring out the window at the parking lot. Down below, a group of scantily-clad girls waved their pom poms and directed cars to the charity car wash. He knew he was somehow involved with The Cheerleader Car Cleaning Caper, a silly soap opera about the loss of jewels during a fun fundraiser. He had to get more involved.
Grabbing his keys, he headed down to get his muddy truck over to the event before it closed. He arrived just as the remaining three girls were about to wash the rest of their supplies down the drain. The oldest girl, dressed in a tiny string bikini and looked thirteen, held up the CLOSED sign. He waved his hand to dismiss the idea they wouldn't wash his vehicle. The middle girl dressed in only the lime green bottom of a bikini tried to talk to the girl with the sign. While they did, the third girl wearing only a smile climbed in next to the man. The girl, who couldn't have been more than eight, started to fondle his manhood.
Ron looked around for someone to stop him. Sensing no one, he motioned for the other two to join him as they departed the area. Grabbing their buckets and hoses, they tossed it in the bed and crowded into his cab.
He drove them to his home. There the girls, not having had enough water on themselves already, decided to take a shower with him watching. With the three sparkling clean, they invited him to his own bedroom. There he had to choose the one he would have sex with. After a contest to see which pussy tasted the best, he chose the youngest girl.
He decided to let her finish with what she started in the truck. With great vigor, the two tiny entwined hands jerked on the pornstar-sized cock. He erupted all over her nice clean body. The other two girls licked her clean.
As they rested together, he checked their clothes, finding no stolen jewels. He decided to protect them while more of the plot played out.
"I pictured him as a bit of a perv," said Brian.
Julie simply smiled, holding up the filled condom she used. "This might just come in handy," she said.
Heidi Tracy could barely move from her position on her hands and knees. Her wrists and feet were bound to the four posts of her bed with silken ropes. Her mouth had a ball gag stuffed in it. And her pussy itched so from not being stuffed in ever so long. Even in that predicament, she wanted her movie, Tie Momma to the Train Tracks, to continue. She could feel the bit of excitement in anticipation, making her wet.
From behind her, two figures in black latex catsuits entered the room. They seemed to be leading a third creature on a leash. She hoped her assumption was correct. Her mind flashed back to the days before her boring husband and kids, a day when her kinky college roommate invited her for a weekend at their rural farm. She became well-acquainted with the bearded collie that herded sheep for the family.
The jostling of the bed as the leashed creature jumped on the bed behind her ended the flashback. The catsuits each pulled on her knees, splaying the bound legs just a little more. They then bent her elbows to put her in the perfect position. A thought crossed Heidi's brain, if the gag wasn't firmly in her mouth, she would have pleaded with her captors. Just don't be a standard poodle.
She heard the growl, detecting a German accent. Oh good, it was a Shepherd or a Doberman. Then again, it could have been a dachshund. Even that would be better than a poodle. Or her husband.
She felt the rough tongue on her smooth pussy. The first few licks exploring her sex. The next few invading her cunt. Heidi knew immediately this lover was better than Ron ever had been.
The encounter escalated when the heavy beast (certainly not a dachshund) mounted her exposed region. Oh yeah, that was a cock. She pushed back to get it just right, hoping the dog didn't mind her attempt at improvising the scene.
Heidi felt the doggie cum flood her cavity and the knot that would join them together. She could hear the 1812 Overture as background music as the fireworks display went off.
All thoughts about her humdrum life faded away.
"Good boy, Train," said Julie as she patted the head of the German Shepherd rescue they had been training. She looked over to her companion, not envying what Brian was about to do.
The world around Emmy Tracy was all pink and yellow and purple with smells of flowers and lilacs growing everywhere. She saw plenty of squirrels and chipmunks and ground hogs and birds and bees and puppy dog tails all running around. She could feel the soft grass caressing her cute little bare toes as she ran through the dewy meadow.
Emmy rolled down a hill, feeling every blade touch her bare skin. She thought she must be drying off from a bath because that was the only time Mamma let her run around naked. Emmy wished she could do it more. After all, the animals never wore clothes, did they?
At the bottom of the hill, she rolled into a small mud puddle. That felt good on her skin too. She splashed and splashed in it, hoping a cute pink piggy might join her. When none came, she got up and walked away.
All dirty, she headed toward a big red barn. Maybe they had a bathtub so she could get cleaned up. Instead she found a wire fence with sharp prickly things on it. She touched one and the end hurt her finger. Starting to cry, she didn't notice that she had been joined by someone.
"Who are you?" she asked. She thought she knew because her new friend had long ears, big buck teeth, and a cute pink nose, not to mention a cottontail. She hadn't expected him to be wearing a deep purple coat, but this was a movie.
"I'm Penis Rabbit," said the creature.
"Don't you mean, Peter Rabbit?" asked the little girl. "I never heard a name like Penis before."
The rabbit simply crinkled his nose at the girl. "Why were you crying?"
"I pricked my finger on this wire," she said. "Will you kiss it to make it better? Momma always does that."
The rabbit shook his head. "The best way to feel better is to stick your finger in your pussy."
"My pussy cat isn't here," said the girl, a little annoyed the rabbit didn't know that.
Again the rabbit shook his head. "No, this pussy is the one where you pee."
Emmy looked doubtful, but put her finger on her cute little bald slit. "Like this?"
"Yes," said the rabbit. "Let those lips kiss your prickly finger. I know it likes pricks put inside of it. Find the little hole between the lips and put it inside."
Emmy did as she was told, rubbing up and down until she came across just the right place. "That does feel better," she admitted, though she wasn't sure if it was the finger or her pussy.
"Have you ever touched that before?" asked the rabbit.
"A few times in the bathtub," the little girl whispered. "Momma doesn't like me to do that unless I am squeaky clean. And right now I am dirty."
"Oh, a dirty little girl. Do you like that?"
Emmy shook her head. "I was looking for a bathtub so I could not be dirty."
"You are out of luck. No bathtubs here. You'll have to stay a dirty little girl. But, that's not a bad thing, is it?"
"I guess not." She looked across the fence. "I'm getting a little hungry. Do you think the farmer would let me have something to eat?"
"In there?" asked the rabbit. "I think he just has yucky stuff. Let's see. I spy turnips and parsnips, along with spinach and broccoli and rutabagas. Do you like those?"
The girl turned her cute little nose and shook her head. "No," she said.
"Too bad. The only other thing I see is carrots and you wouldn't like those."
"Oh, I do like carrots. No, I love them. I eat them all the time."
"Then, why don't you pull one up?"
"I can't reach," said the little girl. "My arms aren't long enough. Could you get me one?"
"Oh, all right," said the rabbit. "Just wait here."
The animal took off his coat and climbed under the fence. Emmy watched as he pulled up two carrots about six inches long. He tucked them under his short front legs as he hopped back to the fence.
"Those look yummy," said Emmy. "May I have one?"
"Of course." He started to hand her one, but as she reached for it, he pulled it back. "I was thinking, your pussy is probably hungry. She should get the first bite."
This time the girl crinkled up her nose. "I've never given my pussy anything to eat."
"There's a first time for everything. Come a little closer and squat down so I can feed her."
Emmy did as the rabbit requested. "Let's see," said the animal. "I think it goes right here." He put the pointed end of the orange vegetable on the girl's slit and rubbed to up and down.
"That feels good," said Emmy.
"This might not," said the rabbit. With one quick stroke, he pushed the carrot into her body.
"Ow," said the little girl. She reached down to grab the rabbit, but he hopped behind her.
"Just relax," he said as he rubbed the second carrot along her butt crack. Without warning, that carrot disappeared also.
Emmy fell backwards onto the soft grass. At first she worried she might crush the rabbit, but the fast little bunny climbed onto her chest. "That hurt too," she said.
"Does it still?" asked the rabbit.
Emmy thought for a moment. It had been more of a surprise than actually hurting. "I guess not.
"Then feed the carrot to your pussy by moving it in and out. Your pussy will love that."
She reached down and did exactly that. Amazingly, the rabbit was right.
"One more thing," said the rabbit. "Have you ever had a taste of rabbit?"
"No," said the little girl.
"Good," said the furry creature who jumped onto her unsuspecting face. Something hot touched Emmy's lips, and she opened her mouth. Instinctively, she licked the object all the while continuing to feed the carrot to her pussy. Soon she had a mouth full of warm goo to feed her. And her pussy thanked her for the carrot.
"Goodbye, my dirty little girl," whispered the rabbit who disappeared into the end credits.
Emmy opened her eyes just in time to see Penis Rabbit and the Dirty Little Girl scroll by.
The house lights came up and in box 7A, the Tracy family began to stir. "How was that?" asked Brian as he collected the blindfolds and audio devices
"Excellent," said Ron. The others nodded their concurrence.
"I'm not sure I really like rabbits anymore," said little Emmy as she rubbed her butt. No one paid attention to her.
"Would you do it again?" asked Julie as she straightened the recliners.
"In a heartbeat," said Heidi. "That was the most fun experience I've had in years." The others murmured their agreement.
"Great," said the female usher. "We'll have some followup questions for you in a few weeks. In the meantime, enjoy the rest of your weekend."
"Thank you," said Ron as he led the rest of the family through the open door.
"That was amazing," said Brian when the Tracys were out of earshot.
"I agree," said Julie. "So what do we do with the clothes they left here?"
"I guess we return it during the survey." Brian chuckled. "We'll have to do the followup pregnancy tests then too."
Julie rubbed her tummy. "Here's hoping."