“I-it’s not what it looks like!” Coney stammered, blushing deeply as she had her hands on his legs, socks pulled up.

“Oh, I’m just helping the bunny put on her clothes.” Carrie said, a giggle in her voice. “You know, maybe I shouldn’t have done this here, how unseemly.” She kept going until the socks were on. “Need help with your shoes too?” She asked, turning back to him.

“I-I… Why are you doing this here?” Eric asked. Coney looked into his eyes and it was clear that he didn’t mind at all, in fact he was… excited looking at the prospect of them. Coney was not ready to take that into account. This was all stuff he planned to cut from his recording. Right?

“I… I could use the help with the shoes too…” He said, biting his lip. It was true, the dress would not be flattering as he bent over. But it also left Carrie more time to play with his feet, which he realised were… surprisingly sensitive. It was a weird sensation, that was for sure.

“Okay, here we go.” Carrie said, reaching into the pocket Coney had shoved his things into and taking out the shoes. He could feel her brush her hand against the bra and wink at him. Eric had, thankfully, turned around and was staring at the wall.

Briana walked over to comfort Eric while Coney got the shoes put on him. They were black shoes, flats with little buckles on them. They were shiny, and coney wasn’t really sure how to wear them on his bunny feet. It seemed Carrie wasn’t much better, as it took her a few tries to get a comfortable position on his paws. Still, it was better than nothing in the cold, right?

“Now I’ll help you with the last thing, but lets go to the powder room.” Carrie said, pulling Coney up and out of his chair, he didn’t resist and let himself be pulled.

“Why are you going in the bathroom?” Eric asked, turning around to stare at them.

“Oh, just girl stuff.” Carrie said, a grin on her face. “And we arn’t going to the bathroom, this fancy house actually has a powder room. For makeup and stuff!”

“Uhhh…” Coney said inelegantly, his brain basically static as he followed behind Carrie.

“Okay, if their gonna do that, how about we discuss profit sharing.” Briana said, turning to Eric. “I think that if your plan is to work you need to be a little bit more liberal with the money from the streaming because-” Coney couldn’t hear the rest as he was pulled into another room.

“What did she mean streaming?” Coney asked, a little bit confused.

“Oh, Eric had this idea to make his stream into the wet dream of anime nerds. The game is helping it along it seems, for whatever reason.” She leaned down and whispered in Coney’s long ear. “He’s making his adventures into the equivalent of a harem fiction.”

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

“Oh… Ew.” Coney said, blushing. “You mean he’s… considering that with me? But I’m…”

“Oh I know.” She said, a grin in her voice. Weather he does or not, he has to pretend he doesn’t. So I’m not sure.” She dragged him into a side room. There were large mirrors, and several benches. “Anyway, let me help you look just right!”

“B-but, do I have to wear this dress?” Coney asked, biting his lip.”

“He tried to get me to wear it, but it would be way too short on me. Like… miniskirt level.” She shrugged. “I don’t want to flash everyone I attack. Not unless it stuns them like it does in every anime.”

“But what does that have to do with me wearing it?”

“It was one of the weird items he got because of his class evolution. He found it here in a secret room.” She shrugged. “As soon as he did a jump in viewers came, they really wanted to see someone wear it. I’m sure your viewers will love it too.”

“But my viewers know I’m a boy!” He insisted, sitting down on the bench.

“Sure they do, but have they complained so far about the time you spent with Eric when he called you a girl?” She reached down and placed her hands on his shoulders, beginning to take off the dress and pull it down. He couldn’t help but blush, even if baring his chest wasn’t really that exciting.

“I mean, no, but I haven't checked the comments yet. Besides, it’s embarrassing.” He said, his chest now bare. “I d-don’t really understand how it’s put on.

“Like this.” She said, taking the bra out of his pocket. “First, put your paws out.” He followed her directions and she put the bra over his arms and pulled it to his chest and over his shoulders. She reached around him to buckle it in the back and then adjusted it. “Your chest isn’t curvy, you don’t have… well… titties, but the fluff does fill it out a bit.” She sat next to him and looked into the distance. “Hey, folks at home, why don’t you tell us how you like it!” She giggled.

“I don’t know how I feel being your dressup doll.” Coney said, frowning.

“Of course you do.” She said, leaning down and kissing his neck. “Besides, it’s more Eric’s doll than anything else.”

“That doesn’t make it better!” He said, firmly as she placed her hand on his thigh over the dress. It was weird, the fabric was so much thinner than pants usually were.

“Oh? Would you prefer it if I kept you to myself?” Carrie asked, her lips brushing against his ears. “I mean, I do think you look really cute.”

“A-Ah!” He said, unable to articulate anything.

“Just think about it.” She said, giggling and lifting her hand. “Now, put your arms up, we gotta get that dress back on.” With just the lifting of his arms she lifted his dress, showing off more of his thigh than he was ready for, and than tucked it back into place.

The two of them rejoined Eric and Briana, who were currently whispering about shares. “Listen…” Briana said. “I agreed to this, but I’m taking my cut.”

“Of course of course, I never said you wern’t.”

“You just want to shrink my cut.”

“I… I mean it was my idea, and I’m not asking anything of you that’s too lewd or anything.” He tapped his fingers together. “You’re already a bit of a tsundere.”

“Uh Uh. Just for that I’m fighting for more… But their back from their rendezvous, better turn back on sound.” She turned to the pair. “Hey guys!”