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As soon as you get downstairs, you overhear a small whispered conversation from the living room. "Alright, I think he's coming." Savanah's voice says. "Go ahead."

There is some uncertain sounding whimpering, and then as you approach the living room you see Emily walking toward the entry way without her mother, and as soon as she sees you she increases her pace and hugs you around the legs. Your mother has a very satisfied looking grin as she looks over to you. Well, you figure you'd best reciprocate in this act, so you pick Emily up and hold her in your arms.

"Hey there, how ya' doing kid?" You ask with a big smile. She gives a nervous smile, and then immediately buries her face in your armpit. Well, guess she's all crazy about your male pheromones too. Another thing she does though is that she begins grinding her crotch against your arm. You can see Savanah's face shift rapidly from satisfaction to horror as she sees this happening.

"Emily!" She scolds her daughter.

"No, no, it's alright Miss Darkhare." She lifts up her hand and calms her. "It's better that Jack knows about this sooner rather than later anyway."

"What?" You ask.

"Well," Your mother continues, "little Emily is being stimulated by your pheromones. That means that she's not just attracted to you, it's also making her feel very very horny, even young pre-pubescent bunny girls, or rather, ESPECIALLY girls as young as her are going to absolutely crave sexual stimulation when they get a whiff of your scent. It's probably going the same to Miss Darkhare as well, but of course she has more restraint at her age. Miss Darkhare." Your mother suddenly turns her attention to Savanah. "Would it be alright if Jack gave Emily what she wants?"

"What!? Y-you don't have to!" She says. "I mean..." Savanah stops and takes a deep breath. "Umm... what I mean is, Emily's just a little kid, I'm trying to teach her not to do this kind of thing in front of others right now."

"Yes, this is one of the things a lot of bunnykin mothers have to go through with their children." Your mother informs you. "Sometimes bunnykin girls even need to be kept away from their fathers because of how horny they will get. This is the sort of thing you have to know about if you are going to be taking care of a little bunny girl like Emily. Keep your pants on around this kid, things will start running completely out of control if she happens to see what you've got down there."

Savanah is covering her face with a look of doom in her body language. Seems like she's rather sure you're going to dislike her for this. Looks like she's not taking it well that your mother is spilling all the least flattering aspects of bunnykin culture to you right in front of her.

Show some interest in Bunnykin sex culture

Say something to show Savanah you're not put off by this

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