Cream the Rabbit. Sounds like a cute name eh? Wrong! She used to be that way you could say. Young and innocent looking. She's still young of course, but she is now a heartbreaker. She sleeps with young boys who want "it". Cream used to be happy-go-lucky, but now, her life turned into one of a scandalous person. Living the highlife wasn't fit for a cute rabbit. But Cream still went through it. She always wore black, cute, clothes that helped her pick up boys. Poor girl. Her mother never wanted her daughter to go through it.

Cream went to a bar. She wore a black, sleek , no-strapped tank top. She wore dark turquoise pants, and red heels with golden cuffs. She heard from Seres, her best friend who was a green bird, that this was the best place to pick out men. Cream's eyes were pronounced with black eyeliner with a hint of raspberry blush. Her lips were coated with dark purple lipstick. A young male vixen across the counter in the noisy bar stared at Cream. "Perfect." She thought. Cream seductively walked towards the bartender, who was a lone weasel named Mathilda. "Hi Cream. How's the highway life? Picked up on any guys?" Cream gestured towards the vixen. "He looks like a good target. What's his name?" Mathilda stood on her tippy toes and looked at the young man on the opposite side of the bar. "Oh him? Hmm...." Said Mathilda, tapping her green nails against the marble countertop." I think his name is..... Angus."

Cream slithered like a snake towards the vixen. He looked at her and blushed," Hello. My name's Angus." He said, extending his gloved hand towards Cream. "My name is Cream." She said smiling brightly. Angus looked at his silver watch. "Care to have a margarita with me?" Cream smile sexually at the vixen. Angus felt his perverted side sketch up his spine. "I'll have a glass." Said Cream. When Mathilda came with the two's drinks they touched hands. She winked at Cream, who mouthed the words,"I know." After the drinks at the Borderside Bar, Angus asked," Care to come home with me? I'll drop you off, if you tell me your number and where you live." They both laughed and Cream touched his nose tenderly. "Take me to YOUR house please. How about we talk?"

When the two arrived at Angus' apartment, Cream sighed. The whole apartment lit up the dull street like a star in the blank night sky. Angus affectionately touched Cream's gloved hand. " Can I ask you a question? Want to come spend the night? Just one night?" Cream's brown orbs widened with shock. He ask her if she could spend the night? Cream had no spare pajamas to use. Angus saw Cream's incredulous look and smiled assuredly. "Cream, I won't harm you if that's what your are saying. I'm a pure guy; the only reason I go to bars is to de-stress after a long day of work." Cream nodded her head. Perfect. She could woo him and ask him for pay to do "it" with him. But, something sounded wrong in having fun with him. His round eyes stared at her, which gave her a little extra incentive. "Let's go inside." Said Cream.

Angus' apartment was very homey. It felt like you could live there. Cream stayed close behind Angus and kept her sexuality meter on high. But then, he asked her if he wanted a meal. She said no, and sat on the leather black couch. "What's wrong? Not hungry?" Asked Angus, showing a worried tone. Cream knew she had to uphold her bad girl title, so she went in for the kiss. Angus' jade orbs widened, but then sank into pleasure as Cream deepened the kiss. They spent the night together, without any sexual activity going on.

"Good Morning my Creamy Rose." Said Angus, kissing Cream's cheek. She woke up, and returned the kiss. "I guess I'm not Rotten Dairy anymore," she thought. "Time to go back to being a normal cutie pie."