The smile on the bunny girl's face disappeared as a flying foot suddenly collided with it, viscously sending the young monster girl toppling off of you and into the dirt a few feet away.
Your mind took some time to gather what had just happened: you laying there with privates exposed to the elements, now free from your fluffy assaulter and in the company of a unknown third individual. But eventually it did, and you darted up into a sitting position, scrambling to return your clothes to where they rightfully belonged as multiple scores of embarrassment hit.
With everything save and secure, you turned your attention towards the other two parties.
The bunny girl was currently stuck face first in the earth, the posterior that formerly occupied your chest raised to the high heavens. She was still, almost as if dead, as her mind slowly absorbed both the pain and knowledge of what just transpired, as well as probably the taste of soil.
And your rescuer, standing like a wall between you and the bunny, back obscured by a dark cloak. You couldn't see her face, nor any of her front, but from their shape you could guess they were female.
"Are you alright, human?" They ask without moving in the slightest, their female voice confirming your suspicions.
But another question instantly rises to met hers: if she's not human, then what is she?
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